There was water everywhere. It was a flood. Not the flood where there is a few inches of water in the basement, but a Noah type flood. The type of flood that destroys everything. Water covered everything in sight. And I was struggling to keep my head above water. But then a large man, probably … Continue reading What Promise Holds In The Storm
What does it really mean to "be still, and know He is God"? I used to think that the verse meant to spend time with God, read my Bible, and write in my prayer journal. And those are all good things, and I am not saying those things are not important, because they are vital! So, please keep reading your Bible, keep praying, keep finding those quiet times with God. I want to take this a step further though, because lots of people read their Bible, pray, and don't really know God.
A few months ago I took a trip to Texas. For those of you who don't know, I have a fear of flying. I fly a couple times a year, and it doesn't get easier. Before I left for the airport the day of my trip, I put on make-up, curled my hair, put on … Continue reading Let’s Put On Some Confidence
This is the storm that taught us that He is always there...even in the storm.
I said to him “See? You don’t have it be afraid.” But what he said next was a reflection of my own thoughts. “What if another storm comes?” See, I was not afraid during the storm. Honestly, there wasn’t really time for fear. But the day after the storm was a different story. It was … Continue reading 3 Things To Remember In The Storm
Have you ever prayed that God would go before you? Me too, but I want to share with you a little bit about what I have learned recently about what it means for Him to go before us. For me, I have always asked Him to go before me. And maybe you do too. You … Continue reading How I Know He Goes Before Me
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that. I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home. I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.
What lead a grown man to sob uncontrollably in my arms, while saying over and over I want my mommy, I want my mommy? Forgiveness. I met him in Rwanda and walked him through forgiving his mother for leaving him and his siblings in the genocide for her own safety. Years he had held on to the pain, but he was in a place where he wanted to forgive her, and try to reconcile with her as well. Before we get there though...there is something else we need to address.
Which is harder, to say "your sins are forgiven?" or "get up and walk?" Can I take a moment and answer that? The forgiveness of sins part has definitely got to be harder. Like by a long shot. And I say this because I will tell people all day to have faith that to do what Jesus says, but for me forgiveness is not as easy as telling people to "just have faith" that what He says is true. Following Christ isn't easy my friends. And this is one of those acts of obedience that I can easily forget about, until I am confronted by the truth. And that is what happened Saturday morning, when someone called me out on it. The truth felt like a truck hit me. I was holding onto hurt from 20 years ago. 2 decades is a long time to hold unforgiveness, and carry it in your heart. But that is what happened, for more than half my life.
My daughter is fearless. She is 2 and a 1/2 this year and has been loving being in pools this summer. She has loved it so much that she has taken a love to jumping into the pool (sometimes off the diving board...yes all with a puddle jumper). She will jump when we are there right next to her, and she will jump when we are not, almost like she doesn't know the danger of the water. And this can leave me thinking "Can't you have a little fear? Just a little? Just enough to know that there are dangers in the world, like that this water can hurt you...kill you?"