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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...

Make Things Happen

By on May 12, 2016

I looked out of the window over my sink of dishes.  There was a storm rolling in across the desert.  As far as the eye could see, there were big dark clouds on top of big dark clouds—agitated sky meeting parched land.  I think (but I’m not certain) it rarely rains here after early April.   My heart was doing the same. It was days in the making. Days with tiny little reminders woven in them of all the seemingly small irritants in my new life. But the biggest one that slapped me in the face—double time—that day was the fact that I hadn’t left my house alone in days and that was my new normal. It was paired with my having to answer a question from a friend about whether or not I had been to the camps yet.   And just like the storms rolling across the horizon were sent to drench the parched earth—the storms rolling across my heart were made apparent in order to call me back....