• freedom in the learning

    I hesitate to share my testimony sometimes because it’s not one of those big, radical transformation stories. Don’t get me wrong, I know that Jesus saving me from sin and death IS a radical transformation. As Paul says in 1 Timothy 1:15, “I’m a sinner among sinners” and praise the Lord for his grace and for Jesus as my rescuer! What a gift to have decades of faithful God-seekers in my family who have gone before me, praying for me, and raising me up to love Jesus. I am so thankful for that. 

    However, I think my “straightforward” life has actually been some of my unseen problem and a part of what God has rescued me from. I lived a lot of years unaware of the sneaky deep-rooted lies. Believing them because they were covered up with what appeared to be a “good, comfortable” life. Satan couldn’t completely derail me, so he used the distraction of good things and false idols like comfort and ease, disguised as fear, to slowly sneak them in right under my nose and entangle me.

    “If the devil can’t hinder you with difficulties, he’ll choke you with distractions.”

    – Tony Evans

    As a mom, God often uses my kids to reveal things in my life so let me start with this story: 

    My son was wrestling with the reality of going to school every day. He’s an eight-year-old homebody. Up until now, his school goals included earning the title of class clown and jumping in the car at pick-up able to chant, “No homework” on repeat.

    This school year was different. His eyes would well up with tears at the mention of anything school related. He’d say he missed Mom and home way too much because its’ such a long day. 

    “I just wish I was Brinkley {our dog}, so I could stay home all the time. He’s so lucky!” Griffin would wail with alligator tears streaming down his cheeks. 

    He’d complain that lunch was too loud and math was too hard, but from all I knew about his school that couldn’t possibly be the root problem because their lunch room was anything but loud and his love for problem solving didn’t lead me to believe that math was too hard, either. 

    We sat together in the kitchen and pulled his homework out of his backpack. The star at the top of his math sheets confirmed my suspicion that we hadn’t found the real problem just yet. 

    Insert classic mom questions here as he lobbed blueberries into the air hoping to catch one in his mouth. 

    “Help me understand what feels so tricky here, bud,” I said as I sat down with his 2nd grade math worksheet on the counter in front of us. 

    Another blueberry bounced on the ground.

    “Um well… not that part,” he pointed to the top. “Not that part either, or that.” He ran his finger over the whole sheet. 

    “Ohhkkkay,” I said slowly, “So, it looks like you understand what’s going on in math then.”

    “Well, yeah,” Brinkley jumped behind him to try and join in on the blueberry throw and catch game. 

    “I get it now.,” Griff continued, “But when she first showed us on the board, I didn’t understand at all and my brain got so confused,” tears welled up in his eyes again. “I had no idea what she was talking about.”

    “It’s hard not to know something, isn’t it?” I said, “I think what you’re saying is that when she first tells you something new or starting a new lesson, you don’t understand it. Is that what you mean?”

    “Yeah,” he sniffed as his shoulders slumped over with a big sigh.

    “But what about when she explains it and you practice it and I think you work with a partner, right? And then somehow you got it all correct on this worksheet?”

    “Well, I get it then, but I just don’t know when she first says it!” and he begin to cry. 

    A relieved smile formed on my face as I hugged him and held back a laugh, “Ok this is great news. Do you know what’s happening? What this is called?”

    “Uh uh,” he shook his head no.

    “It’s called … wait for it,” I drummed my hands on the table. “It’s called LEARNING! So cool! Did you know that’s what learning is? It’s when you don’t know something, someone teaches it to you, and then you know it! You learned it!” I used my hands to create a start, middle and end on the counter.

    He stared straight ahead and I could see the wheels turning, “I like it better when I just already know it.”

    And I’ve been wondering about that little phrase for months now. 

    “I like it better when I just already know it.”

    Don’t we all? Things we already know make us feel confident, comfortable, and safe. 

    Why do we like it better when we already know something instead of having to work to learn it? Because when we don’t know, we feel vulnerable and weak. Insecurities are triggered like:

    • Pride
    • Fear
    • When you’re learning something, you’re changing and change is hard, uncomfortable, and inconvenient
    • Lack of control in the change

    I don’t want to learn something new so instead I choose to stay in the safe, easy, familiar things I already know how to do 

    This is where I didn’t realize I was getting stuck in my own story. Without realizing it, by staying in the “safe, easy, familiar place” I was leaning on my own understanding instead of trusting God like Prov 3:5-6, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not rely on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge him and He will make your paths straight.” If the enemy could keep me there, not moving ahead, he could keep me from freedom in my soul and from doing the work God has in store for me.

    I wasn’t doing this intentionally. As much as my broken heart could, I was seeking the Lord and trying to trust Him the best I knew how but also … life was busy, days flew by and turned into weeks and months and I was “fine, mostly fine.” I noticed some struggles that I needed to work thru but I’d say to myself, “I can’t do that right now, there’s too much going on. I’ll pray about that tomorrow or after that big thing in a couple weeks and then I’ll work on it.” I was distracted enough that I was unable to move forward and eventually, unable to see the need for change. 

    It seemed to be easier to just stay where I was, mostly fine, because if I’m honest, I didn’t know where to start to move forward in change.

    But God! He doesn’t want us to stay where we are, he created us for change, growth, freedom and life. He’s given us all the tools to fight our fleshly desires, and move forward. Not in fear, but in freedom. Sometimes the moving forward might be baby steps, but hey, that’s got to be better than not moving, right?  

    With those steps forward, the first place to go is to run to the Word of God because Hope comes with the Truth. God longs for us to always be learning from Him. He sent us the Holy Spirit to live within us to convict and teach. John 16:13, “…when the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth…,” we have that in us as our helper.

    Psalm 32:8, “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you.” Griffin’s precious second grade teacher is instructing and teaching with her eye upon her students. She would never throw a new concept out there and say ‘figure it out.’ Instead, she’s there patiently teaching and listening when her students have a question and works it out with them. In the same way, God will instruct and teach and counsel with his eye upon YOU. What comfort that can bring when we recognize the chains, big or small, that need to be broken in our lives. He is always patient with us as we grow; never disappointed. Never asking us to hurry up or get on with it already, but ‘his eye is gently on you,’ right there with you. 

    I heard a psychologist named Dr. Becky talking about ‘the learning space,’ the area between the “not knowing” and the “knowing.” We can never get across to the “knowing” without the ups and downs of the middle space where we’re learning. As it turns out, we spend a lot of life in ‘the learning space.’

    Paul writes in Phil 1:6, “and I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” We are always to be changing to be more like Christ until the day he comes back – so don’t get too comfortable. Its good work, even when it’s hard. God is with us thru all the ups and downs; Hebrews 13:5, “I will never leave you, nor forsake you.” 

    Proverbs 1:7, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction.” When we get complacent living in what we already know, what feels familiar and safe, we’re actually living as FOOLS.

    I’m wading thru the “learning space” in many areas right now. One is learning how to break free from a constant striving to do the right thing/please people. I didn’t realize this one ran so deep until I began to dig down into why even the thought of disappointing someone bothers me so much. I didn’t see how my ‘fear of man’ was holding me back from freedom in so many areas. It had paralyzed me from sharing thoughts and from making decisions. Stirring up insecurities and feeding into the lie that I don’t have any wisdom or thoughts worth offering. Growth in this area feels like that “learning space” chart. Not in any way linear but zig-zaggy steps forward and mixed with several back. Yet, I continue to make effort to grow forward, for I know on the other side is to truly feel secure in who Christ has made me. Asking Jesus to help me be patient toward myself, just like he is with me, as I go thru ups and downs with him. I long to feel confident in who Christ is thru me and then step out in freedom to be the woman he has created. He is my audience of One. I guess this was one of those things I thought I already knew. Shocker, I didn’t. 

    Throughout the lifelong journey of the ups and downs, we must remember that even though we might want our goal to be moving from the “not-knowing” to the “knowing,” completion will only come at the ‘day of Christ Jesus’ as it says in Philippians. As a believer, the real goal of the learning phase is to keep leaning in closer to Jesus. In our own flesh, we will never actually get there, yet we must allow the Holy Spirit to reveal the false idol of comfort in our lives; places where we’re getting stuck in what feels safe. Then ask him to bring a willingness to change, willingness to try something new, surrender to the One who created us from the beginning and the acknowledgement that his ways are always better. 

    So, as I started this off with the quote, “If the devil can’t hinder you with difficulties, he’ll choke you with distractions” I end with a prayer that we as believers could be aware of those distractions before all those little things grow and choke. May we recognize and confess areas of sin in our lives, receive grace and then fight the flesh to live in the freedom Christ has for us. 

    I wonder what could happen if we confidently stepped out of our comfort and into the unknown?

    Reflection & Discussion:

    Do I have an area in my life where my own comfort and ability have become an idol?
    Where am I asking God for help and seeking his instruction in this season of life?

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  • Last fall, a big storm blew through our town in the black of the night. The rain fell hard and the wind speeds uprooted giant trees; causing a great deal of roof damage and debris in yards and roads to be discovered the next morning. 

    A week or so after the storm, I noticed something peculiar in the woods of our backyard. A small Dogwood tree had been broken about six feet up from the ground. The top of the tree was fallen and hung, toppled over, near the trunk at an angle; forming an upside-down V. The tree was badly broken but not completely severed. A small sliver of the trunk was still connecting it to the rest of the tree hanging down, touching the ground beside it. What caught my attention was that the branches and leaves were still alive. How odd. Typically, a tree broken in that way wouldn’t survive since the trauma of the break would make it too fractured and damaged.

    My curiosity was peaked so I slipped on my boots to walk out and examine it a little closer. Surprisingly, that broken part of the tree’s trunk was still somehow keeping the tree alive, despite the damage. The life flowing from deep down in the roots thru the thin sliver still connecting the trunk to the top was enough to keep the leaves vibrant, green and alive; the tree was still producing fruit. Incredible! I was in awe.

    Even though it appeared the storm had detached the tree enough to completely destroy it, it didn’t. I’m not a horticulturist, but it seems to me the tree is still alive because it’s deeply connected to its roots; its foundation. 

    Even though the tree looks different than it did before the storm, now bearing scars and noticeable change; it still has life. And it’s not just living, but it can continue to bear fruit. Yielding what it was created to produce. Its purpose isn’t finished yet. 

    Even though the apparent traumatic experience is very much a part of the tree from now on, that trauma isn’t the only part of the tree’s existence. Like a scar, it exposes the fact that it has a story. But the tree’s identity is in more than that trauma. The leaves will continue to change colors in the fall and it will grow its beautiful white, delicate flowers in the spring. And consider the seeds it may spur on now, too.

    Even though all things for the tree will be filtered thru the scar from now on, giving it a new point of view, that doesn’t make it less valuable… it just makes this tree different. Unique. Special. A new chapter of its life has begun. And that newness wouldn’t be possible without the break.

    I have a friend who has walked a hard road lately. Her life reminds me of the tree. Maybe you can relate? Her storm has been a big one. Bringing hurt, heartache, and loss. It has scarred her and nearly taken her down. Her life looks different today than it used to. There are some obvious changes. BUT God being rich in mercy (Ephesians 2:4) has kept her in His grasp and she has kept her roots in Him. 

    In the aftermath of her storm, she is connected to the one who gives her life and therefore, she is continuing to bear fruit, love others, and let her story of the storm in her life show others who God is and what He’s done in her.

    I look at the little tree out the back window as I wash dishes and wonder what else we can learn from this tree since Jesus does a lot of teaching thru nature. 

    My friend (and the tree) could have been totally destroyed by the crazy storm thrown out of nowhere, but she chose to stay deeply connected to her roots in Jesus. She rises early in the morning to fill her mind with the truth of God’s word before the lies of the enemy can begin to attack. Lies which are trying to convince her she’s too broken and scarred to be valued. Instead, she reads the truth from David, “A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” Psalm 51:17 and Psalm 34:18, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

    Just as it’s apparent the tree has been through something; my friend’s life also looks different these days. She has a different story now. Change is allowed and dare I say, good. She gets to give herself permission to both approach situations differently and see things thru her new lens. Sometimes change is drastic, other times it may not be noticed until after the fact, but either way, ‘He is making all things new!’ Rev 21:5. Making is a verb, continuing to do it… we’re always changing. 

    More beauty is found in the fact that we’re changing constantly but God will never change. Heb 13:8, “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.” If our roots are connected to Him as the sturdy, unchanging trunk, then whatever flows up from it is able to thrive – only because of those roots and only because of God’s unchanging love. Because of Jesus. God’s kindness to this broken world: Jesus. Sent to save us and hold us steady in our brokenness.

    Bearing fruit from this point forward will be in a new way – the little tree is blooming low to the ground now, instead of up high and tall. And my friend is now in new circles of relationships she never could have entered before – either way, still bearing fruit. Still with a purpose. 

    A few weeks into my deep dive over this little broken tree, one more thing came into view that now I can’t unsee… adjacent to the broken trunk are two large, sturdy, thriving trees. Perhaps giving the little broken one some shade. Some protection. Encouragement maybe? I can imagine the roots intertwined underneath the dirt as if to hold the broken one together when it can’t do it alone. You see where this is going by now, I’m sure… it’s just like my beautiful friend who I know is not walking this hard road alone. She has a couple close friends she has let into the story. Sharing the hard stuff, crying and praying together, allowing the friends to be her sturdy trees, to both cover her in prayer and hold her up. What a picture of how God has designed community. But she had to choose to let them in.

    I’ll end this story imagining we’re sitting at my kitchen table together, looking at the beautiful brokenness of my new favorite little tree, our faces wet with tears as we embrace where life has us both in this season. 

    Either as the broken tree, allowing God to keep working, even when it’s hard. Showing up each day asking him for strength and for new ways to bear the fruit he has purposed in this season.

    Or maybe today you’re to be the holder, the encourager, the quiet friend giving some shade to another who isn’t sure they can make it.

    And then together we’ll rejoice when that first little bud of new growth comes up from a broken branch and together, we’ll give glory to God for the things only He can do out of our broken lives. 

    God is with us. 

    May He be our roots and our foundation. 

    And may He, in his faithfulness, continue to make all things new.

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  • hard things are ok

    The deep green padding covering the arms of the chair swept my mind with a memory of my great-grandmothers Louisiana kitchen. Mammaw was one of the strongest yet, jolliest ladies I’ve ever known. 

    As my young daughter pulled herself up to sit on that green seat, big enough for three more six-year-olds to fit in together, I hoped she would have the same characteristics as Mammaw; strong and jovial. Reese’s big brown eyes scanned the room and locked with mine. “You got this,” I whispered. 

    The nurse smiled as she rolled her seat over to touch her knees with Reese’s. “What have you been doing at school today?” 

    April 2017 – The day Reese graduated from her Oral Immunotherapy journey into Peanut Desensitization.

    My savvy girl gave no response except a nervous smirk, she never falls for distraction tactics. The nurse gently scrunched Reese’s tiny pink sleeve up toward her shoulder and laid her arm out flat, palm up. The ripping sound of the sterilizing wipe popped her eyes back up to me and her tears began to flow. I clasped Reese’s free hand in mine and squished her lovie blanket tight against the side of her leg, but again, no distraction works with this one, she wants to know exactly what’s happening, even if she’s terrified of it.

    No more delays now, it was time for the blood draw: ‘the big shot’ as we call it in our house. 

    Just after her first birthday, we discovered that our first-born daughter had a severe peanut allergy. Since then, her allergist runs some tests on her blood to determine her peanut allergy levels once a year. I’m not sure there’s anything this little girl hates more. Except maybe the smell of peanut butter.

    I tried to turn her head to look toward me, preventing her view of the shot into her arm. She insisted on watching. 

    I began my “script” which I’d told her many times before, “If I could take this away or carry it for you, I would! But God has made this a part of your story, Reese Mason. And He created you to do hard things. That’s why he sent Jesus, as a rescuer, to help us all tackle our hard things. Because of Jesus, we can do it. YOU can do this.” But in that little room, with each tear that rolled down her cheek, my heart broke all the more watching my baby do a hard thing. 

    She cried with little sniffles until the blue rubber band was released from around her bicep. She knew that meant it was over. “You’re amazing,” the nurse beamed to Reese, “You did better than some of the old folks that come in here!” Finally, a giggle shook the baby curls at the end of her ponytail and her body began to relax. 

    Band-aid on. Sleeve pulled down. At least 17 cartoon stickers collected in her little fingers. Sucker unwrapped. Sparkly Velcro shoes jumped down. And from there, we start the countdown. 364 days until the next ‘big shot.’

    —-

    This is part of Reese’s story. It has lots of chapters and change, just like all of our stories. I pray that learning to tackle something challenging at such a young age will create a continuous thread of faith thru her life – that she can do hard things, not because of anything she has done but only because of what Jesus did for her. 

    “The Lord is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.” Exodus 15:2

    At some point in my life, I gathered from who knows where that if I was following God and doing the ‘right’ thing, life should be easy. It should be fair and carefree. I’m not sure where this lie came from and it’s embarrassing to admit, however, I remember a time in college when I began to see the truth. The truth that life in this broken world IS hard. Nowhere in Bible does it say that it will be easy or that if its hard something is wrong. God actually tells us it will be hard and then over and over in scripture he reminds us that He will be our strengthBe courageous. Stand firm. Take heart. Do not fear.

    In John 16 Jesus said, “I have said these things to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”

    We all have our own hard things and I wonder… what’s yours? Is there a part of your story you wish you didn’t have to go thru? Is there something that feels overwhelming and you’re dreading it? Maybe you’re feeling weary in a hard season right this minute?

    I wonder if there’s another way you could think about it today? Not to say it isn’t tough but if you could see it, even just for today, as a way to grow or a way to see God from a different angle, or as an encouragement to someone else? Has it allowed you to grow toward Jesus in a certain way you haven’t noticed? Not to pull a ‘Pollyanna’ and say everything’s fine, we’re all fine… it probably isn’t fine, but what if you took a step back and could notice God with you in the hard? Just as Jesus was WITH Daniel in the fire. He wasn’t waiting on the other side for him to get thru it. He was IN the fire WITH him. And he’s there with you, too.

    As I lean into the truth that difficult things come but God is with me in them:

    I can’t help but see God’s kindness.

    I allow Jesus to take all my insecurities and replace them with strength.

    My fear is covered with peace like a river.

    I can stop striving to fix it on my own and rest in God’s strength.

    I remember this hard, broken world is not my home.

    My expectation for things to be easy is shattered because I realize that no matter what comes, the Lord is my rock and my fortress.

    May His kindness to you, in the midst of hard seasons, pop up all around you in unmistakable ways that guide you to praise him even in the suffering. 

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  • a boat in the desert

    I’ve been wondering about Noah lately. When God asked him to build the boat. 

    Things like…

    Did Noah already know how to build? 

    Was he a carpenter previously? Or maybe his dad was, so he grew up knowing about this field? 

    Or did he go to school for boating or have any training in engineering? 

    Did God call him to build because he was perfect for this job as a result of something in his background which had prepared him for this?

    After God called him to ‘build a boat in the desert’ did he then send him to a conference about it or connect him with other builders who could support and encourage him? 

    No. No, he didn’t.

    and why does my brain think that’s the kind of stuff he’d need in a position like that? 

    God told him to build a boat and then Noah just got to work. As far as I know, he didn’t think about it for six months, ask around, have people pray for his decision, take a course, prepare… he just started doing it. Trusting God had all those details figured out and would guide him a different way if he started to take a wrong step. “and Noah did all that the Lord had commanded of him.” Gen 7:5

    When I read thru Noah’s story in Genesis and what God commanded of him, God did give him some very specific instructions on how to build the ark; what kind of wood to use, exactly what size it should be, etc. However, he also left some less significant parts of the instruction up to Noah: where to get the wood, where to build it, how many hours to work each day, how to handle those who wouldn’t have understood what he was doing… which was building a boat in the desert, where it never rains, like a weirdo. I’m sure the people around him had lots of comments and doubts or advice but instead of listening to what other people thought about it you know what the text says Noah did? 

    “Noah walked with God.” Genesis 6:9 

    That’s why God asked him to do it. Noah’s heart was seeking and following God. Walking with Him. Which means he knew the One giving the instruction. He trusted him completely. And followed him. And that was all he needed.

    So, yeah, just thoughts I’ve been having about the thing I feel God is asking me to do. To me, the thing feels like building a boat in the desert. Coming out of nowhere. Makes no sense to me. Like “no evidence of rain so why would I ever build a boat?” kinda thing. 

    And I’m wanting to wait until I have very specific instructions or direction. Or more credentials. or more time. more permission.

    Excuses are SO easy to come up with. I’ve been justifying them for years…

    I’m not good enough.

    I don’t have enough training.

    I’ve never done this before.

    I don’t have enough exact direction or starting points. Or ending points, for that matter.

    But I’m good at this other thing so why don’t I keep doing that? That feels ‘safe’.

    The bottom line is that I’m flat out not trusting that GOD CAN DO IT. I can’t. but God can. Just like he did thru Noah. Noah heard God, trusted him and obeyed. God is the one who saw the big picture of the plan and used Noah, knowing he was ‘walking with him.’

    If God’s calling me to do something, HE ALONE will do it. Not me. Nothing of my own strength or knowledge or will power or preparation… but if I’m walking with him, I can trust he’ll guide me and prepare me when I need it. Which is really the whole point -allowing God to work thru me- because then HE gets all the glory and anything that comes as a result is completely from him in the first place.

    Is there anything more I need? Really, truly? But to walk with God. And take the next steps he’s asking me to take (as vague or specific as they might be). Then, trust he’ll guide me along the path wherever it goes. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.” Prov 3: 5-6

    Heb 11:7 “by faith Noah, being warned by God concerning events as yet unseen, in reverent fear constructed an ark for the saving of his household. By this he condemned the world and became an heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.”

    ________

    The song ‘Build a Boat’ by Colton Dixon (featuring Gabby Barrett) brought me to tears on a jog a few weeks ago and it’s what starting me thinking (probably over-thinking) about Noah. The lyrics say:

    I’ve been running thru the desert. 

    Ain’t seen a cloud in forever over me

    But I believe your rain is comin’

    I’ve been hanging onto high hopes

    Cause you’re the one who’s makin’ dry bones come to life

    You’re the light I put my trust in

    Every word you say is gonna come true

    You will lead me to the promised land

    Everything you say is gonna happen 

    Even though I haven’t seen it yet

    I will build a boat in the sand 

    Where they say it never rains

    I will stand up in faith, I’ll do anything it takes

    With your wind in my sails, your love never fails or fades

    I’ll build a boat in the desert blaze

    And when the flood and the water starts to rise, yeah 

    I’ll ride the storm cause I got you by my side

    With your wind in my sails, your love never fails or fades

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  • Wonderings

    My college roommate and I used to begin conversations with the phrase: ‘Wanna hear a funny thing?’ and then we’d proceed to share some normal, obvious every day observance that, when thought about deeper or said out loud as a standalone thought, became flat out hilarious to us. Usually, this would begin a spiral of ridiculous thoughts and we’d end cry laughing about nothing. Somehow as naive 20-year-olds, this was our way of curiously observing and growing into the world around us. Wondering about things we’d never thought about before.

    All these years later, I still spend a lot of time wondering…

    Wondering about the future and about the past. 

    Wondering about God.

    Wondering about details left off the page in the Bible. 

    Wondering what could have been different or why it is the way it is.

    Wondering why I am the way I am.

    I’m sure we all do this (or its possible you’re like, uh you’re a psyco and I accept that too)

    but to set up this little blog space… I’m creating it as a spot for me to share what I’m wondering about. You may not agree. You may think it’s dumb or obvious or it might be incorrect. So then I welcome your wonderings. But I long for it to be a place of curiosity. Where I can share God’s beauty, goodness and truth as I experience it around me with overflowing grace.

    One thing I know is that I’ve spent too much time wondering if I’m wrong or if that’s a dumb question or if these words make me sound stupid or if I’ll ever be good enough. Those are the thoughts that keep me silent. Those wonderings only continue the loud spiral of lies in my head and starting this little space is me actively telling the lies, they’re wrong. 

    Because of Jesus,

    I do have something to say and I will write out those words here.

    It’s not about publishing a book or having the most profound, life-changing thing to say- I’m learning that the only life I can change is my own. So, I guess I’m letting you into the process of growth in my heart as I write, question and learn.

    I’m praying over every word I share here, asking the Lord to guide what He wants me to write. Definitely not getting it right every time and being ok with that reality (ooh this one is so hard for me and is the thing that has kept me from obeying for too many years). 

    If you’re reading this, you’re probably one of my dear, patient friends who has gently listened and watched me hide in fear from this little tug on my heart for longer than I want to admit. Thank you for holding space for me to process as slow as a turtle and for cheering my feet across the starting line in obedience.

    Ready, set, GO.

    “May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.”

    Psalm 19:14

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Hi. I’m Elizabeth.

I like to pretend we’re sitting on my porch together as I write these posts….

One- because I love to be outside and two- because then I won’t be distracted by the laundry, paper piles, or dishes in the sink. I love Jesus, my husband and our three kids. Brinkley, the Bernedoodle keeps me company during the day as I balance to-do lists with making time to write. I praise Jesus everyday for his grace over my broken life and pray this little space reminds us we’ll never be able to ‘pull it together’ but instead let’s rest in the arms of our Redeemer.

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