28 Sep

I went running today.

And instead of focusing on time and how much longer I had to go or if I should increase my speed or even thinking how good this was for my body

I just ran.

One foot in front of the other, music echoing through my headphones, running to Jesus

Away from shame

Away from sin

Away from lies whispered in the dark that are so easily believed

Running to Jesus.

And tomorrow I’ll get up and run again, praying and worshiping and rejoicing in the truth because Jesus really is better.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted. 

Hebrews 12:1-3 ESV





I am resolved

4 Jan

It’s a long story.

Maybe it’s my life story or maybe this story just seems long because I’m not quite sure how to express myself and if we were siting in front of each other over coffee, I would ramble on but you would understand…


For the past several years, I’ve joined friends and family in praying through our year in December and January and putting a name to it. It’s not always serious, hence my year named Biscuits (ironically enough, that was the year my health nose-dived, then re-energized when I cut out grains and sugar and we discovered Grace had a gluten intolerance). But it is about accountability and clarity.

Sometimes the Holy Spirit moves so clearly and distinctly in your life you can point a finger and say, “Aha! I know this is what I should do. This is the direction I need to go and here is what I need to do in the meantime to get there.” I love that.  Clarity and vision are usually where I do well. I know what He requires of me (Micah 6:8and everything else should fall under that heading. There have been times I’ve had my new year named by Thanksgiving. Oh but this year…

2015 finished hard, started hard and was hard in the middle. Life, family, ministry, self, marriage, children… not one thing that I hold dear was untouched.

But can I tell you something?  Jesus was (and is still, and always will be) so good to me. He sets my feet on the rock and gives me a firm place to stand.

For a week now I’ve been humming a song:

I am resolved to go to the Savior;  Leaving my sin and strife; He is the True One, He is the Just One, He has the words of life.

I am resolved to follow the Savior, Faithful and true each day; Heed what He says, do what He wills, He is the living way.

I know it’s not the flashiest hymn or really the one with the best tune, but those words… They jump out to me and I just can’t shake them.

So I am resolved.

And this morning in my time alone with the Lord He spoke to me from His word:

“But thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.” 1Corinthians 15:57-58

Steadfast. This year, steadfast. – Thanking Him for the victory of the last 12 months.

I am resolved, and who will go with me? Come, friends, without delay, Taught by the bible, led by the Spirit, We’ll walk the heavenly way.




Even in the Desert

22 May



Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines;

even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren;

even though the crops die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, 

yet I will rejoice in the Lord!  I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He makes me as sure-footed as the deer, 

able to tread upon the heights.”           Habakkuk 3:17-19

Even in the desert, He is good.  He causes manna to fall from the heavens and water to spring out of rock.  His promises are not forgotten; He is the Promise Keeper.

There are days that I need to be reminded:

  • He is my sustainer.  John 6:35
  • He is my refuge.  Psalm 46:1
  • In Him is life.   John 14:6


So today I’m choosing to be thankful for a place in the desert, and sun-scorched skin – because He doesn’t leave us to wander alone.  He is living water.  He is hope.

“Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming.  

Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.”   Isaiah 43:19

Be Faith Brave

8 Feb

Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.      Joshua 1:9

This weekend I’m watching IF:Gathering via live stream. There are so many things lately that the Lord is confirming to me and in me, but really, that’s a longer blog post for another day.  Right now I want to leave you with something that spoke to my heart.  Ann Voskamp and Amena Brown spoke of an Esther generation and in that poem was this:

“Let us redefine comfort zone because wherever He takes you, you are with the comforter.  Wherever He calls you – you are always in your comfort zone.” 

Amen. Let us be faith brave.

Catching Up

7 Jan

It’s been too long since I last posted here. Having a baby and adjusting to a new routine has taken every single ounce of energy I possess. But now, I think the new baby shock has worn off (hopefully) and life can move forward like normal…whatever “normal” means.

So today for the sake of playing catch up, I’ll leave you with a picture of my girls. The last picture was Anna’s birth announcement and this week she is 5 months old.



I just can’t get over the sweetness.

Announcing Anna

24 Aug

Sweet Anna, full of grace and favor…


Luke 2:36-38 (NASB)

And there was a prophetess, Anna the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was advanced in years and had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, and then as a widow to the age of eighty-four. She never left the temple, serving night and day with fastings and prayers. At that very moment she came up and began giving thanks to God, and continued to speak of Him to all those who were looking for the redemption of Jerusalem.


I pray you come to know the joy of walking with Christ and the fruit of a right relationship with your Creator.

You are loved, dear daughter, and treasured.

A Moment of Grace

8 Feb

The day was hard and it started when I woke up late.  The getting my husband out the door rush bled over to the hurry and make breakfast for the little people so we can start school drama.  Quiet time was skipped over in favor of paying bills while silently screaming about the lack of groceries in the pantry.

Frustration abounded and grace was looked over in the busy mess of life.

Have you ever had one of those mornings?

Unfortunately this morning lasted all day.  Isn’t it interesting that when one person in the family is off kilter the whole group is thrown awry? My mood affected my husband which trickled down to the children and from there the snow that first fell as a flake became a barreling ball rolling break-neck down the mountain.

It’s a cycle isn’t it, this sin trap?  Sometimes we choose the trap because these are “acceptable sins” that seem to remain unnoticed by others and we think it’s easier to keep running in circles than to step out and walk the straight line.

But He says, “For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.”  Mt. 7:14 ESV

The way that leads to life is hard. *sigh* Yes, yes it is.

And so as I stood at my kitchen sink, doing the fourth load of the day, lamenting about the state of my house and the bills that still needed to be paid, I had a moment…the kind of moment where you know that God is moving in your heart and aligning your spirit with His.

It’s painful, seeing your sin in the light, but so, so sweet to know that it has already been covered by the blood of Christ.

It was a moment of grace. Life was going round just like before, the tasks were still there waiting, but my heart was moved, changed.  I plunged my hands back into the soapy water and saw with fresh, grace-washed eyes:  my son sharing my love for reading at the kitchen table,  my daughter dancing to the worship music streaming from the computer, and the look of concentration on my husband’s face as he learns a new song to share with our students…

And I smiled as He whispered, “Behold, I am making all things new…”.

Yes, even me, Lord.