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No More

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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,…

Blessings for a New Year

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              I am blessed to have a job that allows me to meet wonderful people. Many days I get to learn someone’s story and lend my assistance in their journey. One year ago I was working with a homeless man who had recently transferred from a mission in the city…

Wake Up!

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It’s a little past 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep and I can’t stop thinking about something my 3 year old, Desmond, said at bedtime. In an attempt to settle my thoughts, I will tap this blog out on my cell phone in a quiet living room, in a warm and safe home, on a…

The Walking Hoard

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                Last Sunday I had a very significant need for lip gloss. Does anyone else feel like it is vital to re-hydrate their lips after they eat? I knew that I had some lip gloss–somewhere–in my purse–in my purse that is full of a lot of things. Not…

I Kissed Grace Goodbye

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I confess–I really thought that I could get away with blaming Joshua Harris for my failed marriage. Then a friend unknowingly paraphrased Joshua Harris to me… The words of my friend were very familiar…because just two days before I had went back and reviewed the book, I Kissed Dating Goodbye to see where I started to…

Stop Swimming or Drown…

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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…

Life After Mt. Olivet

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).  …

Speak Life || Light

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…

The Good Life

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…

PREPARE THE WAY

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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.