What if the Queen showed up in sweatpants and washed my feet…

Imagine if the British royalty decided to dwell among the common folk…to the point where they absolutely left the palaces, servants, privileges, perks and exceptional education and service. Most likely, it wouldn’t happen. Not that they don’t the heart for it…I don’t know them, but it’s unlikely for so many reasons. And the folks dwelling in the White House…how about if they decided they’d like to move in and among those who are struggling to make ends meet, in the not-so-good part of town.  Get past the security details of it all and we can’t even fathom a president who would be willing to leave all that comes with the honor of that powerful position. People usually want to move up. Rarely do they want to go...

Napal, the chaos and the God who wasn’t caught off guard

I’m looking at the scenes from Napal. We get a tiny glimpse of the chaos from the short videos – the sounds – the crying and the panic. There is no way we can fully understand. We cannot smell it, taste it in our mouths. We don’t feel our heart pounding as our lives are torn apart. But maybe you do know what it is to feel as if everything has sifted and shifted underneath you. As we set to pray for this area of the world – and believe me, we should be praying… they are hurting, crying, crying out – looking for those they can’t find and discovering those who will never speak to them again – as you set out to pray know that in the midst of their chaos and yours there is a God who is in the midst of it...

Is God really good?

Yesterday I received a message from a dear friend, someone I greatly respect. She’s actually one of the contributors for stories on the new book I’m writing. She knows me well enough to be point blank honest. I do love her. She asked me, “Are you really OK, are you really able to believe that God is good even in the midst of so much sorrow and so many trials that you have walked through these past few years?” It wasn’t a questioning of my motives, heart or commitment, it was more an attempt from another wearied and wounded heart to believe that God is, indeed good when so much bad is closing in. And unless you’ve been there…you won’t understand. Unless you’ve looked around and seen a barren wasteland…you...

Why I decided to be honest with the hard things

The shock is beginning to wear off. The grief is settling in. The heart is beginning to feel the weight and the immense loss. There is compounded grief – for your own, personal, felt loss and the realization of the suffering of those around you…the husband, the babies, the mom and dad, the brother, the grandmothers….and extended family. The sun is shining here today. For that I am so grateful. It has been dark and dreary and dreadful for too long. Thank you, God, for causing the sun to shine down upon us today. In more ways than one you are piercing through the darkness. I’ve decided that this coming year I will be more transparent in all of my writing – as much as I can be without having you sit down to dinner with us…and...

May friendship, encouragement and grace abound!