No more crying there we are going to see the King, no more crying there, we are going to see the King…beneath the tabernacle the voices of the men’s choir carried God’s promise to the ears of His children who gathered together for the sixth night of the 172nd annual Lake Creek Campmeeting. My son,…
Once upon a time after a torrential rain 3 dogs of various sizes were playing on a small bridge on a gravel road called Keseman Avenue in rural Benton County. This bridge has a tendency to be underwater after high rains. This is the bridge: Now picture it ominously covered with rushing water…. The smallest…
There is an absolutely adorable country church in Cole Camp, Missouri that I like to visit occasionally…well technically it is the attached church cemetery that would feature the most check-ins from me and my family members. Some of my family members have been checked in there for a very long time (in a way). …
Last night I stared up at the ceiling searching for words to say. To battle the brokenness inside I began to silently list praises of thanksgiving. So many questions lingered in my mind but I hesitated to present them to my Father. My mind was not still. My anxious heart was pounding as my chest…
Laying in bed this morning I forced my eyes open awakened by my alarm…I was a tad disappointed because I usually wake up 10 minutes prior to my alarm. I was not incredibly surprised because I was fully aware of the Golden Girls binge that forced me to stay up too late last night. After reading…
The picture above was taken from my parent’s porch. I have taken in this view over and over again each time I have left my parents house. It would be impossible to number the amount of times that I looked out over this horizon. It would also be impossible to quantify the amount of times that I have actually sat down and marveled at its beauty.
This photo was captured one recent morning as I stepped outside. I paused and admired the fog rolling back as the dawn crept over the hayfield. The air was so crisp that my burdens just fell away. The chill was barely noticeable as I felt the Holy Spirit warm my anxieties into a comforting calm. This was the first day, in a long time, that I was able to begin my day in peace.
I have felt many emotions standing on this porch, a list that includes: love, laughter, joy, frustration, anger, sadness, emptiness, desperation, fullness, compassion, and wonder. In the night, on more than one occasion, I have felt fear–as my sister has locked me out of the house after taunting the coyotes to howl. And on the darkest of nights, I have been left speechless at the magnificent number of stars that can be viewed from one small porch.
Lincoln, Missouri, may be a tiny place on the planet, but I’ve still never been anywhere else where I could view more of His creation just by looking up.
As I start a new chapter in my life, my prayer is that I will never run from what is set before me. For years I was waiting for “the most wonderful thing of all” to happen, like Nora from A Doll’s House. My exit from my old life might not have been as dramatic or memorable as Ibsen’s “door slam heard ‘round the world” but it was final and resolute. I will not be so disturbed by these echoes that I fail to carry on.
Someone recently set this idea with me—what might appear to be junk to us—just might be something beautiful and pretty to the One we serve. This is revealed as truth to me—what might seem to be a catastrophic disruption in my world—to my own human understanding—could actually be preparing the way for the Kingdom. Try as he might, Satan tramples and rules in this world, but God can make beautiful things out of Satan’s most grave efforts to spoil life. It’s almost like—if Satan busies himself stomping around in the garden trying to hinder growth—then Jehovah will draw near to His children as we draw near to Him and He will build up the sweetest and most beautiful fruit.
I believe that the children of the King should not live their lives in fear.
I’ve decided, if I spend all my time outside at night running and fearing distant coyotes, then I will miss out on every opportunity to be awe-struck by our Creator. He is my protector and He shines the light.
Slow down! Live, love, breathe, shine!
Do more, fear less.
I had the most wonderful surprise today!
40acts thanked me on Youtube! It was such an awesome surprise to see a video thank you from 40acts for engaging with them during the wonderful challenges of generosity.
A few of my friends and family members know that the past 2 weeks since 40acts have been challenging for me. There are major changes happening in my life right now. Sometimes in life you can step back and just watch your story being written. To receive this video encouragement and gratitude today reminds me how big God’s Kingdom is and what an honor it is to be a part of this community.
If you do not know what I am talking about I suggest you check out the following:
40 days of Lent, 40 simple acts of generosity. http://www.40acts.org.uk
They also have a follow up series that I am enjoying
On a side note–it is absolutely hilarious that they have to experiment with saying my name correctly. My name is Jeanna (prounounded JEE-nuh). I actually write it out phonetically on name tags sometimes. It is a burden that I have to bear and I blame my parents. The good news is I was granted permission to get a new name if I want. I think that I’ll keep my first name for now. I’m just not feeling attached to the last name anymore–that might be the one I change. Maybe something cool…like Stewardship. Jeanna Stewardship, sounds nice.