Friday, September 9, 2016

Deep Roots and Freedom

Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Gal 5:1

This is what we are supposed to do AFTER the realization that Christ has set us free, for freedom sake.

Sounds like a warning. Like, get ready because the winds may blow hard, so get ready.

Don't go back to how it was, again, with that collar around your neck.

It wasn't fashionable. It wasn't comfortable.


So, stand firm.

I'm standing. Are you standing?

Wait, not good enough. Stand FIRM.

Jesus, thank you for roots that go deep. Thank you for holding me when the winds blow so hard, my body simply can't stand firm.

Thank you for freedom. Just like in the garden, shameless freedom to be me.

YES yes yes. You get to be you and I get to be me. And I get to love you because you look like Him.

So, stand firm. You got this.

Freedom tastes so good. Let's spend time there today.


Monday, January 18, 2016

A word.

I dabbled in the eyeshadow while he whispered in my ear. I stood at this dresser, same as days past, and He spoke. 

The year of ME. This year. You've cared for your children. You've prayed over your husband. You've interceded for friends and you've loved on your family. 

And you will continue to do so. 

But this, this is the year of ME. 

Because when you look more like yourself you look more like me, he said. 

It's the year to cast the rod. It's a year to make dreams goals. It's a year of motion, not suggestion, for the wildest desires, closest to your heart. 

Because when you look more like yourself, you look more like me, he said. 

Who are 

Because you've changed. And he loves you. He's ready to run with you...

In 2016. 

Monday, January 11, 2016


To sit. To just sit here in peace. To sit here in peace and know that I'm ok. I am ok and more than that,

I am my beloved's and he is mine.

There is nothing left. Nothing missing. Completely liberated. Victorious. 

I smile as I sit. The chaos around, the buzz of drama in the war torn world, but him. But, Him. 

It's not a naive escape or a turning of the head. It's a deliberate trust. A gift of faith to trust simply and live boldly. 

Reset. Every day. Reset. Every hour. Minute. 

I am my beloved's and he is mine. 

Get up. Work work work. Days 1 through 6. And then 7. Rest. Take his rest. 

He is mine.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015


And we are all found,

Seeking or sleeping, 

He finds us. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Just Live

In the promise land. 

Promised land. 

Living in the promised land...

Taken care of. Fed. Dressed. Protected. Loved. 

Your back, it's been gotten. 

The essence of doubt and self hatred blew away with the wind of change and that change took place a long long time ago.

Joy days for days. Fully guarded on each side. Nothing penetrating can hit the mark of the heart. 

You weren't made for that. New nature runs through the veins. Purchased. Paid for. Worthy. 

You. Are. Worthy. 

A replica. An original replica, walking round creating images of the artist. Everyone needs a piece of you. Your message carries weight. 

Freak out. FREAK OUT. 

This is a big deal. Defy the odds. Defy the news. The media. The pessimists. 

Unknowns just got a little less scary. Watch fear take a back seat. Actually, leave the car. Perfect love drove fear away so you could be you. 

Perfect. Blameless. Holy. 

Life in the promise land. 

Welcome. You are welcome. 

Here's your ticket. Spread the word. Admission will cost you your life. Your ugly messed up, control filled life, traded for perfect freedom. At every corner. 

Freedom. To be free and live. 

Really live. 

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Happy Father's Day!

Family makes the world go 'round! In case you haven't heard, here's the word...

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

The Process

A mess. 

Not what you had hoped for. 

Less than beautiful. Or so you think. 

I've been looking for Him through this renovation. You know He is always speaking. And I hadn't heard a thing. 

I've actually been down. Really, really down. 

But I keep looking for Him, like really looking, and I finally heard something today. 

If it wasn't for the mess, there would be no room for transformation. No before and after. No story to show off what He's done. 

And then I immediately was brought to the cross. 

The cross. 

The ultimate disgrace and humiliation, turned upside down inside out, until the whole world was saved in a moment. His big mess, to the eyes of the world, was saving their lives. 

And theirs. And theirs. And theirs. 

We were born into messes. We lack things. Not stuff "things", but things in our character or personalities or giftings. 

And then, when you let Him, He renovates your heart and you feel the process. It's painful sometimes. But the process isn't complete until you're on the other side. 

Side Beautiful. 

Side Grace. 

Side Hope. 

Side New. 

Somewhere in the last days, I had lost sight of the end result and been overwhelmed with the process. 

Hallelujah! See again! Thank again! 

I'm praying that we have strength to seek Him when we don't hear and thank Him throughout the mess. 

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Dad is 61!!!

Today is the day! We celebrate 61 years of my dad's life. 

He and I, we go way back. I can remember him teaching me how to ride my bike. It was the bike that he surprised me with Christmas morning. I slept on the couch and it was there when I opened my eyes. He held on to the back of my seat until I slowly got the hang of balance. 

And then there were all the times we went out to eat together. It feels like I was 5 when he taught me to go to the counter and politely ask for what I need. Usually extra sweet and sour sauce for my fries. 

We mowed the grass together for hours every week, me on the riding tractor and him trimming. He taught me that, "Whatever you do, do it well".

My dad spent his middle aged working years saving for me to go to college. He always told me how important that was, and after high school graduation, he did what he said he would do. He sent me to college, and I got out debt free. What a gift!

I remember microwaved dinners, nothing fancy, but we ate them together on TV trays. I remember beach trips every summer and of course, icecream each night. I remember him checking my homework at night and being proud after parent teacher conferences. 

We were buddies. I still marvel at his sacrifices. 

And the story I keep coming back to took place in the mornings. He worked the night shift and I would sleep over at grandma and grandpas. I knew what time to be ready for him to swing by on his way home from work, so he could take me to school. But, I just couldn't wait to see him. 

We bought walkie-talkies. 

I could talk with him from a couple miles away and know that Dad was going to be there soon to pick me up. Every morning. Dad and I talking on walkie-talkies in Grandma's living room. 

Pondering the past points to the present. Watching Dad with my children reminds me of all the sweet times we shared. He has such a big heart. I have to remind him the kids need consequences sometimes! ;)

Happy birthday Dad! Your 61 years have taught me to love big. You are strong and steadfast, and I admire that in you. 

I love you! Cheers to many, many more!

Friday, May 1, 2015

Monday, April 13, 2015

Pep Talk

"You're looking at the situation in the natural, but you don't live in the natural. You are supernatural. Take your eyes off the situation and put them back on me."