Out my Window: hummingbird flitting about, blue skies with fluffy white clouds, beautiful lake, hills, fireworks exploded here and there Enjoying: walks along water, time with my oldest, relaxing, extra reading and studying time, front yard gardens, so many different types of flowers Listening to/Watching: Almost done with book 1 Lord of the Rings, moving … Continue reading Daybook

Nehemiah Ministry (and other not so spiritual ideas)

Throwback Thursdays… When I started this blog it was to work out and ponder ideas. I had no idea how many times I was writing for my future self. This is one that I have been needing to recall often these days. May we be quick with mercy, and overflowing with grace and love. I recently read this quote shared by Scott Sauls in his very timely book, A Gentle Answer, from C.S. Lewis, “Christianity is a fighting religion…(It) thinks that a great many things have gone wrong with the world that God made and that God insists, and insists very loudly, on our putting them right again.” There is a fight to be had, but the question to keep asking is, are we fighting for people, or against them? One is righteous and the other is not. These lessons are slow and hard, but if I claim to be a daughter of the King, then I must continue to press on, and learn to love well. #TBThursday

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Righteous anger, yes! Jesus flipping tables because someone was being taken advantage of, yes! Nehemiah plucking beards of elders who were abusing power, yes! Sign me up! Righteous! Anger! Or…not so righteous… but I mean well, and start well, but in Ephesians it says,”in your anger do not sin.”  I somehow start well, and end overlooking the ledge of critical eye and harmful heart. Over the years I have jokingly said I want to start a Nehemiah Ministry with the motto, “Throttle People for Jesus.” I know, even typing it, I cringe. Jesus did not come to flip tables. His mission was to die for all those people in the temple, to help them reconnect with God. Nehemiah was not characterized as a beard plucker. He was a protector of his people and a hard worker rebuilding his community. He took action when it was the appropriate time, but…

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Out my Window: rainy morning, hummingbirds singing and playing in the rain, low clouds hovering in front of our hill Enjoying: seasonal food, grilling, going into a bookstore, early summer days, eating at the picnic table, wild daisies growing everywhere along the roads and paths, my container plants Listening to/Watching: Still listening to and loving Lord of … Continue reading Daybook


Throwback Thursday… Oh my heart, may we be quick to listen and slow to point out this and that. Nothing is as simple as it looks, and the answers and solutions are more complex and challenging than we choose to believe. May we lean in and humbly listen. May we stop trying to prove our points and opinions, and listen.

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listenListen….When I hear that word my first thought is this little boy arguing with his mom in a viral video on Youtube, “Listen Linda, Listen”… I have watched it over and over. It cracks me up most of the time. The only problem is this little boy at other times makes me cringe because it reminds me of me with God.

“Be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry.” (James 1:19) Quick to listen… a NIV Bible search reveals the word listen (not including other forms of it) appears 412 times! Be quick to listen…. too many times I am the little boy in the video telling God what I think, and letting Him know how things are, or should be instead of listening for what He says, and waiting for Him to guide me. I keep repeating myself, wanting to make sure my piece…

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Practicing Resurrection (Father’s Day Edition)

Throwback Thursday… Seems appropriate to re-share this one. It was good for me to re-read and be reminded of his heart as we are in another deep season of being on very different pages about the world. Choosing grace and mercy with a healthy dose of boundaries.

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Dad… as with Mother’s Day… oh so complicated. My first born is the age you were when you became my dad. I remember you telling me that when I was 25 I would understand what you did better and would appreciate it. I am 48 and just now coming into a better understanding of you. My heart aches for you, and the life you thought you were getting when you married. You had no idea that mental illness would also reside in our home as another dweller, and how big of an impact it would have on our family. You loved mom and were loyal to us. I am thankful for how you worked to care for us. Although I disagree in many of the ways you went about it, I am thankful for how you pushed me to be more, and want more. I am thankful for how you…

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