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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....

I + DELIGHT

By on Apr 26, 2016

I woke up this morning to the sound of Asa talking in his crib…a sure sign he was ready to start the day.  My eyes burned when I opened them. I rolled over, grabbed my phone and saw it was 5:47am.  It was day 10 of early morning wake up calls from him.  I went in his room, scooped him up and trudged down the stairs, hanging onto the railings because my legs were still not ready to do their thing.  My bare feet hit the last step and landed right in sticky film (probably spilled puppy milk from the night before)…I stepped to the side and put my foot right into a bag of outlet covers the guy installing the fans in our home left on the steps.  I let out a sigh.  Our home seems to be in a constant state of disorder—with boxes still sitting in corners and packing blankets strewn about protecting furniture from the plaster storm that happens when lighting fixtures are installed.   I...

Instruments of Praise :: Consider Him

By on Apr 9, 2016

Several weeks ago, the kids and I were driving home from the market.  The roads in our village are one and a half lanes (I say “half” because there seems to be enough space for another car to come whizzing by if they are in a hurry) and bumpy.  There are twists and turns in the road that sometimes make it impossible to see more than 10 feet ahead.   Just before we came to our little dirt road, we crossed over a hill and came nearly headlong into a herd of sheep.  Herd—meaning at least 50 sheep.  The sheep were in a thick congregation in the middle of the road.  As I came over the hill, I quickly realized that our car was probably going to get damaged pretty badly and some sheep were going to lose their lives.  I reached my hand to the passenger side to brace Layla and shield her as best I could.  Our windows were down…and I heard a loud, gurgling call.  It didn’t sound human. ...

instruments of praise

By on Mar 30, 2016

I often think of our little family as a symphony—I suppose its because there are so many parallels to be seen (heard?) between the two.  Shortly before we left the States for the Middle East, the Holy Spirit began moving on my heart to see our family really be instruments of praise…to see the worship that comes from our home be true and authentic, directed at Jesus and not at ourselves or our things or our ministry or our desires..just Jesus. Upward and not inward…which can prove to be quite the undertaking in a world and culture that is so immersed in self-love.  But, that was the one thing that the Lord started burning in my heart…my one big desire as we started to pack up and leave our home to make a new one.   Shortly after we arrived here (you can read about it in my previous post)—I wanted desperately for the Lord to come to me in greater measure…to be at rest in our home,...

becoming lovely

By on Mar 1, 2016

How lovely is Your dwelling place, O LORD of hosts! Psalm 84:1   I’ve been wanting to write since the first week we landed.  Honestly–I’ve been wanting to write since my last post in OCTOBER!  I think mostly it felt like pressure to get something out there, especially since I said I was going to do a little series on being known by God.  I am thankful I don’t do well under pressure and He held my pen for a bit. But now…I feel like the things I want to write are a jumbled up mess.  I’m going to try and make as most sense as I can of them in as orderly a way as possible.  And I think this is what I’ve wanted to write since that last October post….probably.   So starting from the beginning would be best…   Shortly after Neil and I arrived here in Turkey—I noticed I was beginning to feel really agitated.  I was desiring the Lord….I had made a place for Him...

access :: granted

By on Oct 28, 2015

I’m going to tell a story today.  I think it will be the beginning of a tiny little series on being known by God.  They Lord has been pressing on my heart consistently from Deuteronomy 34:10 “…Moses, whom the Lord knew face to face”—one small descriptive written about Moses after his death.  What an identity!  Identity statements always make me stop a while and think, but this one has forced me to stand still…to linger.   So to start… A story.   He walked through the living room of our tiny house.  It was Saturday morning and Tom & Jerry cartoons were playing in the background of a kitchen that still smelled like pancakes.  I hopped up from my chair, hands still sticky from syrup trying to pull back hair that hadn’t yet seen a brush. I followed after him like a puppy.  Today was my favorite day of the week. It was the day when my daddy was home from work, I was home from...

open hands

By on Oct 26, 2015

And blessed is she who believed and confidently trusted that there would be a fulfillment of the things that were spoken to her from the Lord. Luke 1:45   I sat across the table from a close friend.  She asked me how plans were going for our big move.  I began to talk about the container—and the wait…and all the excitement I had for my own place—to decorate and make a home.  Then she asked what the biggest struggle was.  I thought hard.  My first thought was that there really weren’t any at the moment.  Ideas and words bounced around in my head at a rapid pace, surely something must be causing some friction inside…finally, my heart spoke up.   “I’m really going to miss Carla…”   Then the tears came.  It was like I finally spoke into the air what my heart had been saying for days…weeks, and the floodgates opened.  And even as I type today, tears are dropping.  It seems...

s t a n d

By on Oct 23, 2015

I could feel the rhythm of my soul start to swell.  Staring into the face of the most content little baby boy on earth, what was going on inside was the exact opposite of the peace that was written across his little face.  Do you ever have those moments when you start to do inventory of your day and you realize that what has been placed in your hands to carry that day is impossible?  Breakfast needs to be started while the baby needs to nurse.  The buzzer on the laundry reminds you that there are THREE loads that are sitting around unfolded.  There is company over and school to start and then the baby needs to nurse again and red mud foot prints through the kitchen and a half empty pantry and a toddler that is more than likely giving his room a new paint scheme while I’m wondering where to start…..and suddenly everything needs to be done at once.  BUT there I stand…staring down at that...