I still remember the words as if they were spoken yesterday:
“I used to think you were stuck-up. But then I got to know you and you’re actually really nice!”
Backhanded compliment for the #win.Continue Reading
Who would have guessed the impact this little ministry would have on the nation?
Never in a million years would I have thought that two years in, we would be were we are. God has been so faithful to bless our efforts! While this is just a sampling of the way God has moved, I am moved to tears at each of you who have played a part in all the little pieces! Thank you for your support, your prayers, and your donations. We couldn’t do it without you!
Let’s take a look at what the year held!
I am Betty White.
Well, not the real Betty White- that would be awesome- but the angry Betty White that people turn into when they get hungry and need a snack. They stop being awesome and get angry.
They are Hangry.
Hangry: A state of being when your hunger collides with your raw emotions, creating a vortex of bad decisions and short reactions to those you love. (Lord forgive them for they know not what they do. Bestow upon them thy Holy Snickers bar.)
“How do you two do it?”
The counselor that evaluated my husband Joey and me for our future in church planting grimisced while dissecting the results he held on his clipboard. We had taken personality tests, psychological evaluations, shared our entire family history- all in hopes of (maybe) starting our own church in the future. The results of our couple’s evaluation would decide if we were “fit” to receive the funds needed to create a church from scratch.
By the look on his face, the odds were NOT in our favor.Continue Reading
God’s love is solid, like concrete.
It ain’t going nowhere.
He is our rock. Our fortress. Our sustainer. Yet we question His provision and presence every day –
“Where are you God? Why can’t I hear you? Are you mad at me? Why are you hiding? Why can’t I feel you? Will you ever use me?”
A few days ago God ordained a powerful moment in the home of a woman from #theFives. Her son had medical issues that concerned her. As any mother would, she worried for the future of her child, wondering if the pain in his knees would ever cease, hoping and praying for God to show up BIG.
Boy, did he EVER.Continue Reading
I sat awkwardly on the wooden pews, my curiosity peaked by the white screen positioned front and center.
The women in my church sang her praises without end, claiming she was the greatest teacher in the Baptist world of women teachers (I had no idea that “world” even existed.) I had never seen this “Beth Moore” in action, but I was intrigued. Now, as I sat counting the tiles on the ceiling, I wondered if this woman’s teaching was as life-changing as they all claimed.Continue Reading
I prize this. In my heart and in my “everyday.”
It is in the silence I hear Him the loudest. Clinging to the words of my God, declaring His promises over my life:
Chosen. Perfected. Forgiven. Redeemed. Victorious.Continue Reading
“With these old homes, the work never ends.”
My sweet neighbor stood shaking his head on my front lawn. He was making his observation from a privileged place, as he was not the one kneeling in a trench stretching the length of my yard. Our plumbing had stopped working for the billionth time and in a home with two small children, a person cannot survive without a flushing toilet. My husband had shoveled more than his fair share of dirt and replaced part of the pipeline a few months earlier, hoping to fix the problem. Those rose-colored glasses were now as broken as Ralphie’s from “A Christmas Story” as we revisited the ol’ poop tube again.Continue Reading
God + Running = Spiritual Revelation.
Sweat on the small of my back, breath falling into rhythm, shoes pounding the pavement- God always shows up when I go for a run. He tells me stories of His love, reminds me of His presence, and often calls me to obedience in seemingly kooky ways.
My last run was no exception.Continue Reading