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“Mama, mama, come see this,” she called out. I was on a field trip with my 8-year-old daughter to the community garden. On the walk home, she and ...

Jun 5

“Mama, mama, come see this,” she called out. I

“Mama, mama, come see this,” she called out. I was on a field trip with my 8-year-old daughter to the community garden. On the walk home, she and her friends spotted this butterfly perched on a bush with pale yellow wings and ink-black markings. We all held our breath captivated by her beauty.
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Just 20 minutes earlier, I had received the devastating phone call that my husband indeed had stage four melanoma cancer. He had a large tumor growing on his hip. The future was uncertain for our family.
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That was 6 years ago.
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But God saw me in that moment. That butterfly was a symbol of Hope to me in a dark time. He reminded me that the butterfly is hard-pressed on every side before she begins to change. She is completely transformed before she can spread her wings to soar.
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If you are feeling heavy today, if you are feeling hard-pressed, confused, frustrated, paralyzed, or struck down in any way, remember the butterfly. Transformation, regeneration, reformation, metamorphosis is in the works. We all must press in to let grief do its work before we can ever emerge on the other side. We must lift our eyes to the Heavenly Father who created the butterfly and gives us wings in His time.
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Join me over on IGTV in prayer against racism and for justice in our country. I share a short devotional from Zechariah 7:8-11 about the call for ...

Jun 3

Join me over on IGTV in prayer against racism and

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Grieving. Lamenting. Listening. Learning. Breathing. Loving.
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Meditating on this:
“This is what the Lord Almighty said: ‘Administer ...

Jun 2

Grieving. Lamenting. Listening. Learning. Breathin

Grieving. Lamenting. Listening. Learning. Breathing. Loving.
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Meditating on this:
“This is what the Lord Almighty said: ‘Administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another. Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the foreigner or the poor. Do not plot evil against each other.’”-Zechariah‬ ‭7:8-10‬
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After 11 weeks of sheltering at home, we all needed a little road trip. We needed to breathe the salty air and take in the blue sky. We drove in two ...

Jun 1

After 11 weeks of sheltering at home, we all neede

After 11 weeks of sheltering at home, we all needed a little road trip. We needed to breathe the salty air and take in the blue sky. We drove in two cars, two and a half hours to the doorstep of the ocean.
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I dug my toes into the sand and sat side-by-side with my dear friend. We watched our girls boogie board and play in the surf. Four hours flew by as our conversation weaved in and out from one topic to another.
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The girls wandered back to our picnic blanket, and I could see it in their eyes. They were content, tired, satisfied. These friends have become like family to us through the years. We have welcomed babies into the world together. We have worshipped, camped, traveled, baked, worked out, hosted lots of sleepovers, Google chats, and dance parties. Jen has seen me at my most broken state. She stood vigil with me by my husband’s bedside as cancer coursed through his body, and she was there that morning when he soared to Heaven.
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This season of being separated physically from our people has reminded me that God created us in community for community. We may be different from one another. We may be from different cultures, upbringings, and personality types, but that is precisely why we are meant to be together.
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Romans 12 reminds us: “Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves... Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another.”
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We were created to live in harmony. We don’t have to sing the same notes or play the same instrument in this life. In fact, our song is that much richer and more nuanced when we don’t. We are better together.
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This has been an emotionally-charged week for me personally, but also for our country. It’s hard to breathe. I’ve struggled to sleep. My mind is ...

May 30

This has been an emotionally-charged week for me p

This has been an emotionally-charged week for me personally, but also for our country. It’s hard to breathe. I’ve struggled to sleep. My mind is plagued by images of beautiful humans created in God’s image whose lives have been senselessly snuffed out. While riots rage and viruses spread, my heart ruminates and tries to make sense of it all.
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The other night I had a nightmare that someone was choking me. I was gasping and sputtering for air. I woke up screaming. My own voice echoed in our bedroom. My husband reached out his hand to comfort me in the darkness. Waves of grief washed over me.
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Yesterday, I packed up our truck and my three daughters, and we drove to the ocean. I knew my soul needed respite. On the stretch of road between my front door and the sea, God met me with His glory. I sang worship music at the top of my lungs and watched the golden, undulating hills give way to turquoise crashing waves.
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I exhaled the grief and inhaled YHWH. His very name means “breath of life.” If we have no breath, we die. I remember George Floyd who breathed his last on earth this week. I remember Ahmaud Arbery and Breonna Taylor.
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I am well-acquainted with grief. I watched the cancer spread to my husband’s lungs and steal his breath 6 years ago. I was there the moment he exhaled earth and inhaled YHWH.
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As Charles Spurgeon said: “I have learned to kiss the wave that throws me against the Rock of Ages.” Yesterday I listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. I watched my girls kissing the waves with their friends. I inhaled YHWH, the only One who can guide us now. We all need Him now.
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