For What God Calls, He Equips

  I had a major meltdown last weekend. I mean epic. I was in the third week of leading bible study. I tried not to feel overwhelmed. I believe God asked me to reach out to women throgh this study, but I became riddled with doubt and fear. I desperately relied on God, but I could feel the vultures circling. I was struggling to write lessons and posts and suddenly everything felt contrived; me-based and nothing seemed anointed by God. A part of me even regretted starting this study. I couldn’t believe for the first time in eons, I was besieged by fear. Fear of being judged. Fear of being wrong. Fear of the responsibility of leading people. Fear of trying to do this myself and get in the way of God. Fear of failing at what I am most deeply passionate about. Welcome the unseen and wounded to where they feel can find love and healing. Friends prayed and spoke truth and I reached out to our church leadership and asked for prayer. Then I was reading Acts and God called spoke bullhorn loud. Moses was educated in all the wisdom of the Egyptians and was powerful in speech and action. Acts 7:22 Whoa, wait just a minute. That’s not the Moses I remember. Moses was afraid to speak and fearful of his past. Moses was scared of Pharaoh and his own lack of power. Moses was certain he couldn’t lead his people to freedom. Yet, God says Moses was mighty in both speech and action. Moses was raised in two worlds. He knew he was different. Moses was born a Hebrew, saved...

Lord, Make Me New

  Unspoken words hung heavy in the noisy room. The ladies quickly connected as we women will do and laughter-peppered banter became music to the lonely soul. But the unspoken could be seen in the dart of their eyes. Will I find a friend? Can I feel safe here? Is anyone else hurting like I am? Do I dare open up? Will they understand? Will they accept me? Can my life really be different? I’m awed at their bravery. It takes courage to show up in brokenness. I know. We gather, because we are tired of feeling alone. We are drawn together because deep inside we know there must be a way to be changed.  There is. God is waiting to answer the questions each as unique as the number of women, yet all stemming from one. Am I loved? My heart swells with hope for the hearts of these women hungry for change and I pray. Do not allow this world to mold you in its own image. Instead, be transformed from the inside out by renewing your mind. As a result, you will be able to discern what God wills and whatever God finds good, pleasing, and complete. Romans 12:2 The Voice Today I was in a black mood even though I started the day with reading His word. I easily slip back into conforming with the world. I look over my shoulder and somehow am tricked into being the person I dislike so much. I become prideful, self-centered and insecurity all wrapped together. The world rubs off on me and I have to come to God again. Messy, ugly and ready to be transformed...
From Broken to Beautiful

From Broken to Beautiful

A quiet door opened to a beautiful place recently. Deeper Waters is a restful gathering of women who love each other and love the Word. It is a place to talk about faith, friendship, marriage, motherhood, and creativity. I have been blessed and honored to become a part of this amazing group of women who want to encourage through words. I wrote a message at Deeper Waters Ministry.   I’m a scavenger. I have an unexplained urge to tuck seemingly useless things away until I find a scrap of something else that fits just right to create something new. That is why the work artist John Lopez fascinates me. He can take a pile of iron rubbish and transform it into something beautiful—welding piece to piece, until it becomes a genius work of art. God is the ultimate Artist. . . If you want to read what God taught me in brokenness, click on over to Deeper Waters to read the rest of the post. While you are there look around. It is a beautiful place to grow together. In His Delight,...
Brittle Dry – God Says, Harvest Will Come

Brittle Dry – God Says, Harvest Will Come

    It is amazing how often driving to church brings unwanted and poorly timed emotions. My heart churned as frustrated prayers begged God to bring me close to His Holiness. I arrived late for worship team warm up. When I entered the sanctuary, It is well With My Soul filled my ears and made an escape down my cheeks. You see, it is not well with my soul. Things are amiss and the Holy Spirit says we are going to deal with it. I came home from church with a pull the covers over my head kind of feeling. I was exhausted, but the afternoon glorious so I decided to walk Maggie, my dog, along the newly opened field. It was an unexpected appointment with God. October is not a pretty time in Nebraska. It holds a different beauty; one pregnant with hopeful anticipation. Miles upon miles of brittle brown fields lay ready for harvest. To the unfamiliar eye, the nondescript rows hold nothing of value. To the one who is waiting to harvest, the field is full of bounty. The farmer prepared the soil, planted seed, provided nutrients, protected from damage and watered. He has invested much. All as he waits for the proper time to harvest. Maggie searched for bugs and I searched for God to speak. The wind-pushed leaves scratched brittle against each other. I am brittle too. God speaks. This field is you. I am waiting to harvest. Maybe you are brittle dry waiting on God also. It is not an easy place to be. I get that. Do you believe you have nothing...
Confession of a Love Affair

Confession of a Love Affair

A friend recently asked how my spiritual life is. I loved the question. We were talking about work. My first response was that I am much more dependent on God than ever. True, and a great stability in my life. But there is an even bigger change. I’m in a love affair. A full tilt, deeper every year, can’t get out of it and don’t even want to love affair. Sure, I’ve loved God forever. Politely, respectfully as one would a teacher, creation wondrously and saving thankfully. But, God wanted more. He desired to go deeper and so, much deeper I’ve gone. It happened in stages starting with breaking open the locked door. Ugly feelings. Lies. Bared soul. Captivating words read and healing words spoken by ladies who could see more than the lies. He spoke intimately to my heart and a love avalanche began burying crags and crevasses in white. I delight in my love. My love delights in me. God longs to be your everything too. It doesn’t matter what stage of life or relationship you are in. It doesn’t matter if you are desperately alone or blissfully happy.He wants you. Intimately.  He desire for you is healing and freedom and love that delights. If you have ever wondered if there is more, and who hasn’t? If you have ever been left feeling hollow no matter how great life appears to be, take a chance. Open that door. He is waiting to take you on a delightful journey. How have you fallen more in love with God? In His Delight, Linda...
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