
Today I’m writing at (in)courage, making a little confession of sorts. Join me there?
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breathless
Finishing a week of deadlines and rushing around, entering a weekend while already making lists for Monday, I arrive home from a day away and realize I have a post up over at (in)courage. And these slowing, right-now words couldn’t have come at a better time for me – Join me there?
sometimes your faith has to change
I need chocolate like a cigarette, and I circle the house, desperate. I settle for stale chocolate chips, until I remember the dark chocolate I bought for the teacher birthdays . . . (more)
getting creative
We’ve been talking for over a month now about how art is more than cutting and pasting and paint; we’re talking about being people who actually live as though we believe we are creative and courageous. And that comes out in all kinds of ways.
Today, I’m writing over at (in)courage about how my willingness to embrace this creativity is influencing the way I see things – specifically time with my husband. I would love to have you join me there.
belief on a January Monday
“Much, much stress results from your wanting to make things happen before their times have come . . . Instead of dashing headlong toward your goal, let Me set the pace. Slow down, and enjoy the journey in My Presence.” Sarah Young, Jesus Calling
I don’t know what slowing down and enjoying the journey looks like for you on a Monday in January. But I do know what it isn’t. It isn’t worrying about what tomorrow might bring. It isn’t shaming yourself into better or more productive behavior. It isn’t holding on to fear that perhaps you’ve messed up your kids beyond all repair.
I wrote a post at (in)courage today, about The God of Mondays. You can read it, if you want. I’ve thought more about that post since I’ve written it. I’ve done a lot of planning for the coming year, a lot of thinking about what is to come. And I’ve caught myself more than once trying to fire myself into the future like a cannonball. It helps to remember about the pace of God, how he could have made all of Creation with a blink of his eye, but instead he took a whole week, step by step.
So for me, slowing down and allowing God to set the pace is all about believing. And that can be harder than it sounds, because sometimes it feels like nothings happening right now, and shouldn’t I be busy doing something to make it otherwise? Believing God can be gritty and messy, a lot more so than some people talk about. It isn’t a bowed-head acceptance all the time. Maybe ever. On this second Monday of January, I wonder what belief looks like for you?
a thrill of hope
Merry Christmas to you! No matter your unique situation this Christmas, whether you are far from home or cozy in your living room; whether you are missing one who should be with you, or holding your family close; may you know the beauty of salvation on this blessed holiday, and may you experience with fullness the sweet gift of Jesus. And because of his appearing so many years ago, may your soul feel it’s great worth.
If you are quietly checking in here and wish to have a bit more to think on, I have a post up over at (in)courage today – all about when the little ones tell it.
glory telling
There may be laws that keep mouths silent in schools, there may be countries that put you in jail for saying His name, there may be leaders and dictators and presidents that are offended to think there is a higher power than themselves, but there is one thing that cannot be jailed or killed or persecuted because of the telling. There is one voice that cannot be silenced by hate or fear or anger or judgement. The heavens declare the glory of God, and their telling will never be silenced.
Join me in more of the telling as I write this morning at (in)courage.





