I Gave Myself Permission To Be Bad

I’m letting myself speak inside out today about some really not so pretty things. Follow the link and jump on over to The Consilium to read the rest of the story. I’m blessed to be sharing there.   I Gave Myself Permission To Be...

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...
Can we hear God?

Can we hear God?

I recently got a puppy so I’m outside. A lot. And it’s winter. We began our house training in the 50+ mile per hour winds and snow. Yeah, it was fun having the storm winds rage against freezing ears and hands. All I wanted to do was head for safety and comfort. Last night though, the world was still. Snow floated like a sleepy child meanders making me wonder if it would even reach the ground. Stillness became a blanket. I could hear the drone of the fertilizer plant six miles southeast. My puppy listened to the bark of a dog from town two miles to the north. The six o’clock fire whistle came from a town eight miles southwest. I could hear so much more in the surreal quietness. It made me think about the howling horrible nights. On those stormy nights, did the plant stop producing fertilizer for crops? Did the whistle fail to sound evening time? Did the dogs quit barking their joy of living? No. I couldn’t hear any of those life sounds. Regardless of the storm the sound of life still occurred.   Two snows came in very different fashion. God is quieter than the still snow. He is more fierce than the howling storm. He is producing growth with predictable timing and joyful living. He wants us to hear as confidently in storms as we hear in stillness.Listen. He is speaking in it all. Where have you heard God...
I Don’t Want Life to Be Easy

I Don’t Want Life to Be Easy

Life has been a challenge this week but I’ve been thinking this: I don’t want life to be easy.  If life were easy.  I wouldn’t know Jesus. The fellowship of his sufferings like I do now. If life were easy.  I would not recognize the wounded ache in eyes that cross my path. If life were easy. I would be entirely too full of myself. If life were easy.  I would care less about, things, about people, about God. If life were easy.  I’m certain I would be shallow and unwilling to plumb the depths for a friend. If life were easy.  I would be less willing to step into the messiness of life to come along side someone. If life were easy.  I would not recognize my need for Jesus. If life were easy. I would not have learned the value of patience and perseverance. If life were easy. I would not understand that it is more about how I do than what I do in life. No. I don’t want life to be easy. There is too much to lose. What would you lose if life were...
China: Prayer #3

China: Prayer #3

Are you on the flight to Detroit? The words broke through my fog of thought as I passed the terminal entrance for the umpteenth time. I looked toward the source of the cheerful intrusion and saw a woman with two children, all blonde. The boy was very young and the waist high girl obviously feeling as sick as I was. Severe sinus cold and fever did not wait for the comforts of my home. Poor dear. I affirmed that, yes, we were on the same flight and we struck up a conversation. I could tell from the mountain high stack of luggage, a sick girl, and a stroller lost in the bowels of the luggage system, that she was stretched to the limit. I offered to help by watching the luggage while she found the stroller, but an employee offered to get it for her. We exchanged our stories while we waited. She lived in southern China and her husband  stayed to work while they visited family this summer. She was fascinated I was in China on pig business. The children climbed into the now found stroller and we gathered luggage, carts and kids heading our train to check in. She told me they never fly that route home. Hmm, I think this is a set up.  I have to ask, are you missionaries? Her sideways glance spoke volumes. Not officially she said. We don’t work with any organization. We live here, and share where we can. Prayer #3.  I smiled.  As we headed toward security and I told of my hope that being in China could be about more than only selling pigs. I want to support missions in the country,...
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