“I Forgot”

I forgot. There are seasons in life when we hear these words uttered frequently. Childhood chores, anyone? Isn’t it funny how they are conveniently forgotten.

There are circumstances in life when we hear these words time and again. Dementia and some other chronic conditions cause memory loss.

It is always those people who forget and inconvenience us in the process, until it’s not. Yes, there are days in life when the words “I forgot” are uttered by the rest of us, even the perfectionists.

We do not tend to think of the phrase “I forgot” as a good thing, unless it benefits us somehow—like when we want people to forget our offenses against them, our mistakes, our failures, or that time we fell off the stage during the performance…or tripped up the steps before the performance even began.

There are times when this phrase, used in this way, is spoken through God’s actions: when He buries our sins in the deepest sea and remembers them no more, when He gives us mercies that are new every morning, when He gives us what we do not deserve. Yes, He continues to forget the things that could most definitely be held against us, even the infraction of forgetting Him.  When we are exercising spiritual amnesia, He continues to offer us grace.

There are other times that He does not forget. He does not follow the slogan of “set it and forget it.” He is constantly aware of what is happening in our world, down to the minutest detail. Even though a nursing mother may forget her child, we are told that He will not forget His people.* He is involved in the affairs of this life, and what is more, He cares about them. He never forgets to remember you. He loves you, whether you ever remember it or not.

I forgot the appointment, meeting, birthday, medication dosing time, that person’s name I met five seconds ago, and where I put my glasses and keys. I forgot to take meat out of the freezer, to reply to that email, and to RSVP to the invitation. In the state of my frazzled and harried brain, my jam-packed calendar, and my endless to-do lists, let it never be said that I forgot God. In spite of old age, busy schedules, too many irons in the fire, distractions galore, a preoccupation with worry, sleep-deprivation, my needs and wants, and simply being human, may I never forget the eternal, all-powerful, ever-present God. He is the reason I exist. In Him I can live and move and have my very being. He loves me and has a purpose for my life. May I never forget. May I always remember that God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son that whosoever would believe in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.**


* “Can a woman forget her nursing child, And not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you.” (Isaiah 49:15 NKJV)

** See John 3:16

©Francee Strain, July 8, 2018

No Ordinary Invitation

Chapter 1  No Ordinary Invitation



“I hope that you will search out what it is that He has invited you to
do. May you be inspired by these things, but more than just be inspired,
may you act upon the invitations and be blessed.  May you RSVP with a yes to God’s invitations to you.”

Francee Strain, No Ordinary Invitation: Called to Live a Life of Eternal Purpose, (Bloomington, IN: WestBow Press, 2017), 7.

“The Heart of Wholeness”


My heart can be whole even when it is broken.

There is a supernatural thread to hold it together. An unbreakable thread to bind it.

Anything that tries to get through to me has to get through Him first.


When life tries to break me, I remain whole.

Whole is healthy, not unhurt.

Whole is strong, not untrembling.

Whole is real, not the absence of reality.

The impossibility becomes possible.


God knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thus, even when I am stretched to the breaking point, I won’t break. He is the Master weaver.

The things that try to chain me, break me, burn me, trample me, shake me, prevent me, and destroy me are nothing compared to the skill with which He has formed me.

Even the well-intentioned, uninformed, uninterested, self-serving, bitter, mean, and evil people that surround me most closely and directly cannot cut the ties that bind my heart to His.

He is the Master of my destiny, of my heart, of my very soul.


Even when I fall down flat, I can lean on Him.

Even when I am at the bottom, I can rise to the top.

Even when I am heavy with pain, my burden can be lightened.


In danger, I am sheltered.

In damage, I am restored.

In dire consequences, I am relieved.

In my sin-sick state, I am redeemed.

Even when things do not or cannot change, I can.

The heart of wholeness comes in giving Him my whole heart, even when it is not whole.


Though this it is, through this it is.

True it is.

He is.

And I am truly His.

This is the heart of wholeness.



Francee Strain, June 1, 2018

“Waiting for the Words”

IMG_7203 (2)

Have you heard of writer’s block? I have. I have lived it! It is a waiting for words.

Yes, when we have writer’s block, we are waiting for the words to come. We try, and we try. We think. We chew on our pencils. We gaze out the window. We refill the coffee cup, again. And still…nothing.

Sometimes we live life like that, too. We are blocked—waiting and waiting for the words to come.

When we get a new haircut, we are waiting for the compliments to flow. Instead, we hear this: “Oh, did you get a haircut?”

When we look ravishing in our new outfit, we do not hear that we look so. Instead, we are asked if we got new clothes and what the outfit cost. And then what is even more consternating is when we wear a ten-year-old outfit from the back of the closet and people rave over it and give us a plethora of compliments.

When we give of our time and effort, especially when there is sacrifice involved, we wait to hear someone say “thank you.” Instead, we find there is no acknowledgement, or worse, there is criticism.

Puzzling? Yes. Why won’t the words for which I am waiting come?

A cause for impatience? Yes. When are the words going to come? I am waiting for the words.

I want to hear that you are proud of me, or that I did a good job, or that I “rock.” Instead, I hear deafening silence.

I want to hear you tell me that you love me, that I mean more to you than anything, and that you can’t live your life without me. Instead, I hear the newscasters’ voices filling the room.

I want to hear “How’d your day go?”, but you never even ask. I wonder if you know that I even had a day that went.

When I know I have done something amazing and skillful, I do not hear the words that proclaim you would like to be able to do that or be able to be like me.

There is no effort to know me, to love me unconditionally, to forgive me, to encourage me. I am waiting for the words. But the words do not come.

No. These words do not come.

I am still waiting for the words.

And then, the words come—from God’s lips to my ears, from God’s heart to mine. “Peace, be still. I know you. You are loved unconditionally. You are forgiven. I think you are beautiful. You did a fabulous job. You are so artistic, creative, and talented, just like I made you to be.”

You see, I had been waiting for words to come that I thought would bring life to me, but instead, I found THE WORD (Jesus), who brings life itself. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1 KJV)

Jesus said, “It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life.” (John 6:63 NKJV)

He tells me to listen to His voice, to know it, to come forth to receive all He has for me.

My whole thought process has changed. My perspective has changed. My purpose has changed. I am not here to receive the applause of men, I am here to know and serve the living God. It is His voice I need to have in my ear, His impressions that need to be made upon my heart and mind.

What peace floods my soul now. My satisfaction is in Him.

But you know, I have to be honest—there are still some words I am waiting to hear, words of His. I am waiting for the words: “Well done.” So, while I wait for those words to come—when my days upon this earth have ended and my days in His eternal presence have begun—I am going to move the blocks out of the way as I write the story of my life. I am going to lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares me and run the race with patience, looking unto the author and finisher of my faith. I am waiting on THE WORD.

Francee Strain, ©May 18, 2018

“Moment by Moment”

Life is made up of moments, a whole compilation of them—moment after moment after moment. And suddenly, they have made a lifetime, and a life has been made, whether it is long or short. A personality has been formed, a character developed, a reputation established.

Although each moment is different, something happens within each one that is the same: life happens, and choices are made. Will we choose to love, forgive, serve, and heal; or will we choose to hate, grow embittered, act selfishly, and wound? Will we choose self, or will we choose God? Will we live each moment in the flesh, or will we live in the Spirit? Will we walk independently, or will we cling to His hand? This is the time to decide, in this moment—once it passes, it cannot be changed; and we do not know how many moments will comprise our lifetimes.

Moments are gone in an instant, and so, too, can be our testimonies, reputations, credibility, and opportunities. Life itself can be gone in a moment, before we have a chance to change, improve, or make amends. Don’t wait another moment. Turn your moments into a beautiful legacy.

Choose this moment for Jesus.

Choose this moment for love.

Choose this moment for life.

This is your moment.



Francee Strain, April 23, 2018

“So We May Know”

“The greatest evidence of God’s desire for us to know Him and be in relationship with Him was the sending of His Son.” *

Jesus came so we may know life: life eternal and life abundant.

He came so that we may know forgiveness: absolute and complete, with sins buried in the depths of the sea, spread as far as the east is from the west, and remembered no more.

He came so that we may know God firsthand: He is the mediator between us, through His sacrifice on the cross and His resurrection.

We have an opportunity to know the extraordinary–the true and living God–but we have to take action.  We need to walk forward in faith and accept the opportunity to know Him firsthand.  We receive His forgiveness and receive eternal life by confessing our sins and accepting Jesus’s atonement for them through His death on the cross.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9 NKJV).

This is a season of resurrection.  Will you allow Him to resurrect your soul and give you a new and living hope?  Will you come to know Him?

“And this is eternal life, that they may know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom You have sent” (John 17:3 NKJV).


I know whom I have believed.

                      ~ Francee


Francee Strain, March 27, 2018

*Quotation taken from Francee Strain, No Ordinary Invitation: Called to Live a Life of Eternal Purpose, (Bloomington, IN: WestBow Press, 2017), 72.





“When Mountains Stand Strong”

IMG_6228 (3)

I am on the mountain of heartbreak, and I don’t want to climb it anymore. Every muscle in my aching body screams for me to stop, to give up, to turn around and get off this mountain—to run and hide rather than face what looms before me, to maybe wander off into a green pasture, to lie down beside a calm stream, to spend hours listening to the symphony of birds in the trees and crickets in the grass—anything but put one foot in front of the other on these craggy ledges and dangling precipices. I am tired from this journey that presents nothing to me but pain and arduous struggle.

The problems that loom in front of me are mountains of immense proportion. Their enormity is overwhelming. Just one look at them can cause my heart to sink into the lowest valley. Their height seems to reach to the heavens, and the length of the mountain chain seems to go on for miles with no end in sight. Whatever can my human heart do when this is what stands in front of me, staring me in the face with its cold, hard reality? These mountains are formidable opponents. Some people don’t survive the battle against these giants. Sometimes, I wonder if I will.

Why can’t I have it the easy way? Why can’t I have the things that look so much more desirable, and that appear as though they will bring me so much more peace. Why do I have to labor and exert myself for hours on end to head to a destination that I can’t even see, that seems so far beyond my reach? Why do I have to do it? Because this is what He has called me to. Because this is His perfect plan for my life. He knows something that I do not know. He sees something that I do not see. He knows what I will find when I get to the end. He goes before me, He goes beside me, He holds me up from behind, and when the finish line is finally in sight, He will be there with arms outstretched and waiting to enfold me—to tell me well done, to tell me that I have gained the prize. It is His wisdom that outweighs mine. It is His sovereignty, His omnipotence, His love that will spur me on. I have to choose. I get to choose. Will I be spurred on? Or will I turn and walk back down the mountain to a destination where He is not? To a place where He is not walking beside me, or upholding me, or spurring me on to finish. Which will I choose? Which direction will I go? I choose Him. In all things, I choose Him. No matter what lies ahead, what difficulties I must face, what trials I must surmount, I choose Him. I would rather have Him than anything. This is what I do when mountains stand strong: I stand stronger because of His strength in me.

So although I am enveloped in a thick, confusing fog, with winds howling all around me; although the storm clouds rage and break upon my face, their roaring thunder striking fear into my heart; although there are sudden avalanches that make the situation even more unstable than I thought it already was, and torrents wash away what I thought I knew, I can look up. Yes, at these times, I can look up. My fear and unbelief will then be washed away by grace, because when I lift up my eyes to the hills from whence comes my help, these heavy things have to flee and give place to hope, peace, and eternal love. In my newly-washed perspective, I see God—the source of hope, peace, and eternal love. I see His goodness. His power. His strength and majesty. My heart can hope, and it can rejoice. Yes, although my feet are in the valley, my soul can soar above the mountaintops. I can stand strong because my Maker causes me to stand strong. Nothing compares to the awesomeness that He is. Nothing can lift my head like He can. Nothing can lift my soul like He can. Nothing can move my heart like He can. And nothing can move mountains like He can. He can give me the mustard seed of faith that can say to these formidable mountains, “Be moved into the sea!” When my Mountain, my Rock, battles against these mountains, they are no match, because greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world. There is power in the name of this great God. There is none else like Him. When mountains stand strong, He stands stronger.

“You are my rock…
Into Your hand I commit my spirit…
You have known my soul in adversities.”
(from Psalm 31:3, 5, 7 NKJV)

Francee Strain, March 2, 2018

“No Ordinary Invitation”

IMG_6164 (4)

Since before time began, a call went out to you. Even in the midst of
a crowd, God has been seeking your heart as an individual. An invitation
was developed with you in mind. From the time that the foundation of the
world was laid, Jesus prepared to die for you and for each soul that would
ever live. His sacrifice was arranged before you were ever a thought—
before a single soul had ever lived. He did this so that you might have
eternal life. Have you responded to His invitation?

This call has gone out directly to you. It does not involve living
vicariously through someone else; it involves you living directly. The
rewards of answering this invitation are beyond anything you could ever
imagine. God is offering you a most amazing prize: the gift of eternal
life. This gift was given in the person of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life”
(John 3:16 NKJV). God, the host of heaven, wants you to win in life, and He wants to give you a reward in heaven too. Eternal life is the prize that God will give us if we come forward to claim it. It is free for the taking to whoever wants it. Come and get it! Eternal life is an eternal prize!

Francee Strain, No Ordinary Invitation: Called to Live a Life of Eternal Purpose, (Bloomington, IN: WestBow Press, 2017), 4.

“The Breakthrough”


Can you answer me? Will you answer me?

Have you ever said these words and waited for the answer to these questions? What did you do while you waited? We have two choices while we wait: we can wait patiently—to hear the words when the speaker is ready to deliver them or thinks we are ready to receive them—or we can grow impatient and demand we get an answer now.

Are you waiting for a breakthrough? A breakthrough that will bring you an answer? A breakthrough in your healing? A breakthrough in a thought process? A breakthrough in a relationship? A breakthrough at the workplace? A breakthrough of freedom from addiction or pain? What do you do while you wait for the breakthrough to come? Do you wait with patient expectation? Or do you demand that it happen sooner? Do you try to force it to happen prematurely—either before the circumstances are ready, or before you are?

I have been trying to root a plant. I cut off a 3-inch stem and placed it in a glass of water. There were a few leaves on the stem when I did so. Four months later, the stem is still three inches long, and there are just a few leaves on the stem.  Things look pretty much the same from the surface vantage point.   What has been going on with this plant?  Anything? Where are the changes and the growth I expected to see in the realm of height and leaves?  Has there been a breakthrough? I need to investigate further to find out.  I need to get to the root of it!

So, I pull the stem out of the glass. And what do I find? There, below the surface of what was visible, something has been taking place. Root after root after root has been growing, growing, and growing! And besides all the roots that have been growing, there are even more that are ready to sprout out of the stem. Well then, what is going to happen once I take this stem out of water and put it into the dirt? There is going to be a massive breakthrough! Root after root after root is going to break through the soil.  And then, seen and unseen, this plant is going to flourish.

So what do I do while I wait for the breakthrough and the answers to come in my life? I just hang out. Suspended. Seemingly unchanging to the eyes of those that are looking at me from the surface. But down below, where no one can see, something big will be happening. I will be growing roots. Roots of faith. Roots of hope. Roots of patience. Roots of expectation. Roots that are strong. I will be sending my roots deeper into the well of my salvation where the Living Water of Jesus is.  And I will be waiting, just waiting, to be placed into the perfect soil so that my roots can take off. And once I am planted in the perfect place, once all of my roots are deemed ready by the Master Gardener, I am going to have a breakthrough! My roots are going to push through the fertile soil, and I am going to grow onward and upward to God. I will seemingly begin to flourish to the watching eyes around me, but really, my greatest flourishing will be happening where they cannot see—in my spirit, where I am being rooted deeper into Christ.

This is the hope of my breakthrough, for my ultimate hope comes from Christ: the One who broke through the bars of death and burst forth from the tomb, the same One who sent His Spirit to live in me, the same One who has made His resurrection power available to me, and the same One who someday will break through the clouds and return for me. A great breakthrough is coming, and I can hardly wait! But I will. I will wait patiently for the answer to come, instead of demanding that it come sooner, before I am ready and before the Giver is ready to give it. I will wait. And then I will break through.


For in You, O LORD, I hope; You will hear, O Lord my God. (Psalm 38:15 NKJV)

“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name. He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, And show him My salvation.” (Psalm 91:14-16 NKJV)

…and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory. (Matthew 24:30 KJV)


Francee Strain, January 29, 2018

“Someone Sent You Flowers”


It was me! But only after God sent them to you first!!!

He created them.

Crafting each petal.

Painting each color.

Misting each fragrance.

Placing it upon a stem:

To decorate the fields and hills,

Mountains and plains,

From sea to shining sea,

Atop the ponds and the forest floors,

Just waiting to be lifted to savor,

A glorious display of beauty…

And of love.

YOU are loved.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; … Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (from Matthew 6:28-29 KJV)


Francee Strain, January 22, 2018