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Follow me!

As I looked up the scripture that surrounded my last post called Feed my sheep! in John 21, I found some more interesting information.  Jesus and Peter were walking along the road with the disciples and he asked Peter if he loved him.  They went back and forth with Jesus challenging Peter 3 times to know if Peter loved him and each time Peter was indignant, and told Jesus “of course I love you!” Jesus tells him to feed his lambs, take care of his sheep and to feed his sheep.

I, in turn, received that to mean that Jesus was telling me to take care of those He puts around me.  But usually sheep were referred to as Christians, weren’t they?  So maybe it’s Christians, but somewhere in my heart I think it’s those around me.  Then Jesus goes on to tell Peter a story about what is going to happen to him when he is old and how he is going to die.  Peter suddenly turns to look at John and says well then, “what about him?”

John 21: 22 Jesus answered, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? You must follow me.” 23 Because of this, the rumor spread among the believers that this disciple would not die. But Jesus did not say that he would not die; he only said, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?”

Hmmm, if I think about that I think maybe Jesus is telling me to quit  worrying about what everyone else is doing and understand what it means for “me” to feed His sheep. What is it that He’s put into my hands to carry out His commands?  That whatever He asks me to do, He’s put everything I need around me.  What is the next thing?  Don’t know yet, but I’m opening my heart to whatever door the Lord opens to feed His sheep.

As I continue to think about God and the enormity Him being born here on this earth it just stuns me as I read about the prophecies and the fulfillment of them.  And now, here I am 2000 years later learning how to follow Him!   So huge… But I know I’m grateful, and love the fact that His word never gets old or boring, but new every morning.

Blessings to all of you this Christmas.  We won’t be gathering tomorrow for prayer, as we’re all going to be home, gathering up those finishing touches to celebrate Him and to love on our families. This Christmas I’ve heard a lot of stories about difficult things going on in families and I pray for breakthrough!  That this would be the Christmas remembered because God did a miracle in our families because we decided to “Follow Him”.  To trust in the Lord with all our hearts and lean not on our understanding.

Update on Michael’s health:  He continues to be in much pain, especially if he has to spend a lot of time on his feet or sitting, so we’re working on what rest will look like for the rest of this year. Yesterday someone came in and told the story of Jill Austin having 21 days of shingles and then she had 21 days of angelic visitations.  Wow, I think that sounds like fun!  We thank all of you for your prayers and words of encouragement and know that God has an amazing plan.  Now faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen.  I’m staying there!


Robbie and Mike

"homeless - please help" sign

Feed My Sheep!

It was one of those crazy mornings.  You suddenly realized your wonderful morning plans are not going to happen because you forgot your son has to go to the orthodontist and you  have to drive!  Quick, run to the shower and at least wash your hair.  I’ll just throw on my sweat suit, and go for a walk while he’s there.  Oh no!  I can’t find the matching jacket.  Oh well, no one will see me, I’ll just drop Christian off at the door and off I’ll go.  Note to self:  When I think those thoughts make sure to change your clothes!  As I dropped Christian off at the orthodontist, I just don’t feel like walking.  What I feel like is a nice hot steaming cup of coffee.  Nearest place?  Lumberjack cafe.  Hmmm, not wanting to go in, but loving the thought of coffee, booth and bible to read,  won over.  I approach the hostess and tell her “I’m just going to have a cup of coffee, as I eye the booth lovingly.  She acts a little irritated and slaps my menu down up at the counter.  Wow, I guess they don’t like coffee drinkers in their booths, even though 2 of them were open and no line at the door.  Oh well, the waitress turns and greets me with “Do you already know what you want?”.

“Just coffee please” I now say sheepishly.  Again, that irritated look and I think what is the matter?  Do people never come in for just coffee?  So I offer “My son is over at the dentist, so I thought I’d just duck in here for a cup of coffee”.

“Oh, who’s his dentist?”  she responds.  Why in the world would she ask that, I thought?  Does she have a dentist here?  Do here kids have a dentist here?

“Dr. Schalo” I report, for some reason wanting her to be appeased.

“Oh, I don’t know him.  But there are probably a lot of dentists around here.”

I now get the feeling she doesn’t believe me.  Why would she think I would be lying to her?  Why do I feel the need to defend myself?  I quickly run to the bathroom, not having time to go all morning and when I looked in the mirror I froze.  Who is this crazed madwoman in the mirror.  Her jacket does not match her pants and her hair is still wet and I believe there’s a spot from the pancake batter from morning breakfast on her pants.  In shock I realize it’s me!  And I look like a homeless woman!  Oh my.  That’s what’s been going on.  I’m sure there have been many times homeless people have come in and stayed all day with a cup of coffee and taken up “valuable” seating.  I quickly paid my bill and exited the restaurant.  What had I just experienced?  I think I experienced what a homeless person feels when going into restaurants and places of business.  The rejection was frightening to me.

When I got in the car to pick up Christian I had a thought “What would happen if I lost everything today?  How would I survive?  Would I experience what happened today?”  In the distance I saw a homeless woman wandering the streets.  What had happened to get her to that place?

The radio was on as I drove to the dentist, and  I listened to a story on NPR of a man who decided to leave his family to go and find work.  He ended up in North Dakota living in a trailer so his family wouldn’t have to be uprooted from family and friends.  He didn’t know how long he would have to stay.  He just wanted to find work.

Tuesday night we attended a group that meets to pray about the marketplace.  When we got there we heard testimonies of people who had to some times live in their cars, because they had no money and no where to go.  They were so thankful for the help they received for food, a part time job, and occasional help from family.

As I told Mike my bizzarre tale of woe, he reported a story from the newspaper today regarding the housing market.  The backlog of foreclosed homes was now being processed and he believed there were going to be many people who would become homeless in the near future, all at once.

On Saturday Mike and I participated in the Holiday Feast at our church.  The request to us was to host a table (one each) and to bring the settings and tablecloth and a gift for 7 people at our table.  They fed over 1,o00 people I believe.  It was for families that were in hard times and not able to have a holiday meal.  The two jr. high girls that sat at my table raced each other to the table and began to grab all of the chocolates at my table and pile them up on their plates and ask “Can we have that ?  Can we have that?”  as I assured them they could.  I was a little shocked at first at their frenzy at first, but then realized that was their life.  Grab it all while you can.

Is your head spinning yet?  This all went through my head this morning.

Ok, so how does this all tie in to the marketplace you ask?  I began to ask God “What should I do?”  I can’t ignore all of these people that are so desperate, nor can I be responsible for them all.  What do you want Michael and I to do Lord?  What do you want to happen with the marketplace people. What responsibility do businesses have?  I wish God had told me, but right now it’s just a stirring.  I’ve been thinking a lot about how are we to be prepared for what is possibly coming.  So many people with needs.  Will we need to help set up a food bank?  Will we need to think strategically about a farm, raising crops and animals?  I even took it to the place of “We don’t want people to be dependent on us, so how could we set up something that gives people dignity as they come and get some of their basic needs met?”

So, there you have it.  What would you do?  What do you think is your responsibility?  What would a business do?  All I heard was “Feed my sheep.”

Thanks for letting me go on this journey with you.  I hope some of you will join us on Friday as we lift up our prayers to God and listen.  I know God has the answer.




Frank Family 1999

What are your dreams?

17 years ago my husband walked in the door and said “What are your dreams?”   Wow, we’d been married 17 years and he’d never asked me that. I got pretty irritated because after all, shouldn’t he know my dreams? (right wives?)  So I threw out indignantly “I want to live near my parents and have more kids!” Of course the fact that our two kids were in jr, high and high school and I was 40 years old and we lived in California and Mike worked for Disney, shouldn’t be a problem, right?

We had lived away from my folks for 17 years, traveling around the nation and moving Mike up the corporate ladder. We got home to see mom and dad once a year, and then sometimes they would come to see us once a year. There were no cell phones, skype or internet, just good old fashioned letter writing! I think Mike about fainted with that answer and disappeared for a while. What I didn’t know is that God had touched his heart to ask his wife what her dreams were.

He had gone to a Promise Keeper weekend and coach McCartney asked

“Men, who’s dream have you been living?  Do you even have any idea what your wife’s dreams are?”  

Mike said he was stunned, he had no idea. And so the adventure began.

I didn’t know that something happened to his heart, I thought he was  just once again bringing that old wound out about the fact we weren’t going to have any more children and we weren’t going to live near my parents and then nothing would change. But what Mike did when he heard that was to go away and tell God “Now that’s something I can’t make happen. If you want this to happen, you’re going to have to do it.” Isn’t that the perfect prayer that God loves?

Within a week Mike received a call from a headhunter about some job in the Midwest. A small startup that involved telecommunications. Telecommunications? He had no idea what that was all about, but Mike agreed to go for an interview. Within a month we had moved back to Omaha near my parents and Mike was working at a job he loved more than anything he’d ever done, making more money than he’d ever made, and only 10 minutes from home! We were only 40 minutes from my parents and I was in heaven! and so was Mike. Turns out this little start up was backed by big money in Omaha, including Warren Buffet.

Within 2 years MFS sold the company and we were able to pay off all our bills, and we were pregnant with Christian on the way! Talk about miracles in the marketplace!  We even had another child, Lexie at age 44.

Many people ask us what is the secret to success? What tips do you have?  I like to answer “Obey God!”   That’s how simple it was. God touched Mike’s heart to ask his wife her dreams, and then told God He would have to make it happen, but that Mike was willing to do what it took. I think when we positioned our hearts to hear from Him, and then obeyed when He spoke, God opened doors that no man could open.  There’s no 12 step track to follow. Just read your bible and do what it says.  I have to tell you all that we were brand new christians.  We didn’t have intercessors, had barely gone to bible study, and I’m not even sure Mike had begun to read the bible. We just did the next thing God told us to do.

Challenge for this week: Men! ask your wives what their dreams are.  Mike says that’s the scariest question a man can ask. If she tells you, you’re going to have to respond. But don’t worry, you can just tell God “Ok God, I asked, now I need You to help me out!” Of course wives, maybe some of you need to ask your husbands what their dreams are.

And if you want to know “The rest of the story”, you can read it in Mike’s book, Prosperity with Purpose.  Hope to see you all at Frank Consulting at Friday this week for prayer for the marketplace. AND hope to hear some stories of how it went when you asked your spouse “What are your dreams?”



So Thankful!

My dad used to say whatever doesn’t kill ya will make you stronger.  Well, I guess that’s another way of putting it, and so I guess I must be pretty strong!  I am thankful for all the amazing people God has put in my life and for the best possible upbringing a kid could have.  I’m putting a picture up today that would make my mother faint if she could see it.  But actually I think she’s up in heaven smiling down.  These were such fun days.  Our playground was a farm and make believe.  Every day we were outside or in the basement putting on plays or outside being indians, cowboys or just being wild and free.  I had no idea we didn’t have any money.  All I knew was that mom was in the kitchen makin good stuff to eat from the garden and dad was up with the cows and horses taking care of the farm.  At any moment I could hike up the hill (which was huge when I was 5) and now only a half a block as an adult.  I had no fear, and lived a life of freedom and safety.

My sisters and I were so close because we had no neighbors to play with and we had no idea what anyone else wore or drove.  We just thought our world was wonderful.  If we needed a little excitment and were driving mom crazy, she would suddenly find an assignement for us to pack a lunch “for dad” and one for ourselves and take a pilgrimage up the hill to find our dad.  At least a two hour adventure, as we’d get sidetracked by chickens, bugs, cows, calves, birds, you name it, we got distracted.   Finally, if it was milking time, we’d find dad down in the pit in the milking barn and he was always thrilled to see us.  His face would light up and he’d give us a giant wave and we’d shout greetings over the swishing and sloshing of the milking machines, surging the new milk into the giant metal tank in the next room.

Many days we’d follow him into the calf barn and hold the metal buckets full of milk for the calves.  Dad taught us how to put our hands in their mouths of those little calves to get them to begin sucking and then we’d slip the rubber nipple that stuck out of the bucket into their mouths and they’d suck away happily.  What an exciting life we led!

I guess I’m sad that the world I’ve grown into seems to think that this kind of life would now be considered poverty and we’d be looked on with pity for the way we lived.  But I have to tell you I look back at those years as precious freedom and life and am so grateful my parents gave away their lives so we could have ours.

Well, as all of you can imagine that were at the baptism at our house 2 weeks ago, it was the highlight of my year.  We are so thankful for God and the hope that He brings to our hearts.  When I remember Friday is our daughter Lexie’s birthday I can know that because of her life, we are where we are today.  14 years ago, she came into the world so broken but so loved.  I know this following verse well, and have lived it and carry it with me wherever I go, to remind me this is true.  Romans 5:3 we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.  And hope does not disappoint!  But when we get to tell someone about Jesus and how He saved us, and then get to baptize them, I know Lexie’s life here on earth mattered.  That she changed our lives forever.  I know mom and dad would be happy to know the gift they gave us as children, helped us to be strong and courageous.

So I end this note, just saying I’m so thankful for all I’ve had in my life.  My parents, my husband, my sisters, my children, and my extended family.  I’m thankful that God has made Himself known to me, and given me hope for my future.

As you all are probably not worried about, we won’t be at the office for prayer on Friday, but I’m hoping you’ll join us in being thankful for what we do have, and for the gift of life we now have.




Burn the Ships

Burn the ships!

What does burning the ships really mean?  A few weeks ago, our pastor talked about it being time for our church to move forward and do it with the concept of needing to burn the ships that brought us here.  It really made me think about my own life and why this concept is a difficult one for me.

You see, I’ve spent most of my life operating with a Plan A and a Plan B.  Plan A was what I hope to accomplish, but Plan B was my escape route.  Meaning that, if things went wrong with plan A or times got tough, or I got offended, or  a change happened that I wasn’t happy with in my Plan A, I’ve operated my life on the premise that if that doesn’t work I can always bail out and move to Plan B.

The danger of this kind of thinking is that you don’t really commit and you hold back, you hedge, because you’re afraid of getting hurt, losing money, your reputation.  So this really led into another  thought for me which is “The reason I have a plan B is that I have fear.”  This fear goes really deep.  I have a fear that I’m not going to have enough money.  I have a fear that if Plan A doesn’t work that I’ll lose my good reputaton.  I have a fear that there’s going to be some major changes to the lifestyle I’ve so carefully crafted.  I have a fear that I’ll lose my voice and my authority in the spheres in which I operate.  And finally I have a fear that I’m going to lose my creature comforts, my things.

As I was writing this, I thought about a song that Misty Edwards put on her first album that kept repeating the chorus “Lay it all down”.  The song was really all about don’t be afraid of where this journey is taking you.  We need to surrender everything and lay it all down.  Fear is a powerful thing when it comes to burning ships.  The opposite of fear is trust.  This whole idea of burning ships is about trusting God and where He’s taking us and not being ruled by fear and not always counting on your Plan B, your escape route.

Burning the Ships, means it’s the point of no return.  It can be a very very scary thought or it can be a very motivating thought, depending on how you look at it.

The motivating thought is, “Hey, I’m all in.  I don’t have a choice.  I have to keep moving forward and there’s no turning back.”  This can apply to both your personal life, and or your business or organization that you’re involved in.  The place that we need to get to is to not let our thoughts and our energy get consumed by what we’re leaving behind but letting our thoughts being consumed by what’s ahead.

You could get stuck if you don’t embrace the good that could come out of this.  Imagine the men who have landed and the captain shouts “Burn the ships!”  Maybe some of the men froze.   They agonized over the fact that they were never going to be able to run back on that ship and head home if things didn’t go right.  Maybe some of the men were suddenly filled with bravery and this helped them to say “I’m all in!  Let’s conquer this land!”

Where have your thoughts taken you lately?  Do you have a Plan B?  Do you think about it often?  Or are you all in? Is this the time to burn your ships?


Note from Robbie:

Last Friday we held a baptism in our home for Michael and Melody Hickerson!  What a time of celebration and joy.  They took the dip in our pool, then Brian and Coleen Garcia’s daughter came to receive her baptism as well.  Then came another of their family member and then the Garcias’ decided to do a family baptism!  What a lot of joy we had and I know the angels were celebrating along with the Lord.  I’m afraid I was so excited I totally forgot to take pictures, but I’m calling all friends, to please send in any that they might have to add to the collage!

Hope to see you Friday at the office, as we pray for the marketplace and tell stories of burning ships and baptisms!  Isn’t this the most exciting adventure?


Lexie teething on fence

Have you ever been baptized?

On November 25, 1997, a very special little girl was born.  This little girl was born with many handicaps and her parents Mike and Robbie Frank were told that she would not live.  Her birthday is in 14 days, and she would have been 14 years old this year.  Alexis Louise Frank was born with a condition known as Trisomy 13 and she lived a very difficult life for 3 1/2 years.  During those years, Lexie taught her family about love and about how much God loves us, even when we don’t do anything.  He loves us just because we are born.

We loved Lexie with all our hearts and she went to be with God in heaven on April 2, 2001.  She forever changed our lives and I know that because of her life, many other people have been touched by God that never knew her.  The night she went to heaven, my husband Mike and my sister Patty were baptized in our bathtub at home.  My sister Patty gave her life to Jesus that night and on what should have been the most painful night of our lives, became a beautiful supernatural moment in time.

At Lexie’s funeral, many more gave their lives to Christ and many were baptized, including our daughter-in-law Britt and my sister, Mimi.  Five years later, we carried on this tradition with a few people that asked Jesus into their hearts in our home in Santa Barbara, which followed with about 15 baptisms!

I am so grateful for her life, to have know this brave little girl, and I’m believing that because of her life, there will be a difference in the marketplace .  I’m believing that some of the beautiful fruit of having Lexie in our lives is happening this week.

This is a very special week for me and for some new friends of ours Michael and Melody Hickerson.  On July 1, 2011 Michael and Melody joined us for dinner at our home, and suddenly a giant rainbow became visible from our back patio We all ran out and took many pictures.  That night, Michael and Melody Hickerson gave their hearts to Jesus and became new creations.  We all celebrated and were thrilled for their new beginnings in Christ.  I believe they are the first fruits of what is to come in the marketplace as God shows us new miracles here that we’ve never seen before.

Now, on 11/11/11 Michael and Melody will get baptized in our swimming pool!  We couldn’t be more excited and they have given us permission to invite all of you to join them in this celebration.  So, those of you that can drive out to our home on Friday at noon, please come, and those of you that can’t be here, join us in your prayers.

I think it’s only fitting that we also open the door for anyone who has not yet been baptized.  Maybe you always meant to, but it never worked out or you just weren’t ready.  The pool is heated:), our arms are open, and now is the time for some of you.  Michael and Melody and Lexie are leading the way.

Jesus, I pray that you give our Lexie a kiss today and tell her that we love her so much and are so thankful we had her in our lives.