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bound in rest

By on Apr 17, 2017

I see so much of myself in little Adalei.   Today she was helping me water plants.  She was so focused on joyfully helping me, but then she quickly became focused on the task in front of her.  Helping me was no longer her objective, it was the actual task of watering plants.  It didn’t take long for her to become demanding to her older sister and harsh with her little brother.  He was totally getting in her way and causing her task to take much longer than before (so I completely empathized with her frustration). Either her rhythm had to change in order to accommodate her little brother or she would grow extremely frustrated.  The ladder occured.   I called her to me. The words that came out of my mouth stopped me.   “Addie—you are Jesus oriented…then people oriented…then task oriented.  Working like this-in frustration-is not how you were created to work. If you slow...

fig tree

By on Jan 26, 2017

Can I tell you a little story about a fig tree?   There is a fig tree I walk by nearly every day.  Its branches held so much fruit all through the long, hot summer. In fact, some of the branches would bow because they were so full of fruit. Often, the owner would come, examine the tree, pick the fruit that had ripened and fill up his tiny little basket.  And despite his best attempts to encourage passers-by from sampling, some of his fruit ended up in the hands of a very curious toddler…and I’m sure mine wasn’t the only one.   Fig season is now past, yet some figs remain.   A few weeks ago, I noticed something very interesting.  It stopped me in my tracks as I stood in awe in front of that fig tree.  Many of the remaining figs that sat on the branch were tiny, hard and probably not very good for anything. BUT a few of the figs appeared to have continued to suck the...

He Prepares a Table

By on Sep 1, 2016

  It was one crazy morning.  The baby had a fever, cold, and a newly emerging molar. He was on day three of being up at 4am. The two girls were at each other over everything—including where to sit at the breakfast table. And Judah. He was doing a splendid job of not missing any opportunity for mischief.   The sink full of dishes beckoned me.  I had visions of turning the water up so high that the noise of water would temper all the voices, making them come together like one large imaginary beach scene. I turned worship music on and started sinking down into the Lord like a nice long swim.  I had a whole day ahead and I knew I needed Jesus—and a few minutes of this little dirty dish getaway.   As I pushed up my sleeves to get started, I heard the smallest little voice next to me…”help me up, mama. I’m here to keep you company—me and my cars are gonna race right next to...

they promised freedom, they gave me a cage

By on Jul 29, 2016

(these are my thoughts after reading the speech Ilyse Hogue gave at the DNC) She stood backstage and looked across the sea of people, charged like electric blue. Momentum had been building all day and now was her moment. It was years in the making—years of sacrifice, long hours, networking…of fighting for position and power.   “Would they like me?” she wondered.  Her mind replied with its rehearsed response, “It doesn’t matter who likes you if YOU like you. You’ve worked hard and NOW is your time.”   She was immediately aware of the red power suit she painstainkly chose earlier in the week. She felt strong. And with a shallow breath, she tightened her jaw and set her ice-like eyes on the stage. This speech will set women free to chart their own path.  She held hands with the World and began to take the platform.   She walked tall and with confidence, power standing...

the loudest whisper

By on Jul 21, 2016

A little over a month ago, I had the amazing privilege of spending a week with a young believer to help her write down her testimony and a few other things that were heavy on her heart.  Her desire is to get her testimony, along with some evangelistic writings, in booklet form to distribute to friends and family.  I knew from the moment the Lord put this on my plate that He would use this young girl’s story so powerfully.  After our first writing session, I walked away from her humbled…encouraged…and more in love with Jesus. I got her permission to post and excerpt of her testimony  here on my blog.  I felt that it would encourage so many…that it would speak to your hearts and provoke you to pray for her and so many others just like her–ones who are not free to speak of Jesus so openly, who really know what it means to consider the costs of loving Him and...

#lovewins

By on Jul 15, 2016

I’ve been seeing this hashtag circulating around social media a lot lately—likely in light of all the violence and hatred going on around the world.  It is simply #lovewins. I like that hashtag.  It’s a nice one.  It has made me think about and ask the Lord why our love is failing…why our love for others is weak…how we can claim our love is not bias, yet our hearts reek of a love that shows favoritism…why we feel more compelled to stand behind a manufactured social movement that sounds pretty but fades fast and not behind the cross whose shadow swallows our lives and places them in Christ’s.   I believe He showed me part of the problem.  It seems kind of elemental, but I figured I would share for those who may be wrestling with the same questions.   I think most human beings believe they are capable of love to a degree—even the most wicked and godless.  Most love their...

broken cisterns

By on Jul 9, 2016

I was scrolling through social media the other day…before all the tragic events in America took place.  I noticed something really interesting.  In the snippets of life seen on the social media platform, many friends were displaying things…people…that were making them hopeful.  One had a photo of essential oils claiming to give joy and another peace…she had hope that it would.  One talked about hoping for a favorable outcome in the presidential election—perhaps that would change the course of the nation.  One talked about hoping for rain…about hoping for good news from a family member.   Then tragedy struck. Social media…media in general…was reeling. Dispair. Hopelessness. Darkness. Groping. Searching. Feeling in the dark for answers… For hope.   As I was up this morning cleaning my floors…heartbroken over a nation that I love so much, the Lord spoke to me from Jeremiah....

It is Good

By on May 28, 2016

  A few mornings ago, I knew I wanted to speak to my kids about identity—about how to make sure their words to and about each other and others aligned with His Kingdom.  As I was rocking Asa and praying about what the Lord would have me share with them—He spoke one simple passage.   (and to be honest, it kind of surprised me)   God saw everything that He had made, and behold, it was very good and He validated it completely. (Genesis 1:31) God took careful inventory of all that He made—and because God is infinite and never changes, I have to believe He takes the same care with each of us.  He searches us out through and through—He searches out our rising and our falling…He searches out the things that make us happy and sad.  He searches out every season of our lives and each little stitch that makes us up.  And He says over us…   “behold, it is good”   As I was...