Friday, September 16, 2016

One thing...

"One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek, inquire for, and {insistently} require: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord {in His presence} all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty {the sweet attractiveness and the delightful loveliness} of the Lord and to meditate, consider, and inquire in His temple." -Psalm 27:4 Amplified

It's really all quite simple. One thing. He just asks for one thing. Dwell. Stay. Abide. Let nothing break your fellowship. Let nothing block your communion. Let nothing distract or tear you away from Him.

And yet... I fail to do that one thing. He asks so little. The instruction is simple. But it's everything. He wants all of me. All the time, Intense. But not in a striving, doing way. It's a consuming. a filling. a surrender. And it's freeing!

He wants me. Just me. all of me. {all of me- the joy and the sorrow. the willingness and the frustration. the smiles and the cold glares}. And in return... I get all of Him. whoa.

This verse is so rich. I'm camping out here. Stay tuned for the two parts of the one thing: behold and inquire.

Friday, August 26, 2016


Hung to dry. This simple image captivates me and captures the stark beauty of this season. The colors are neutral. The image is simple. The light filters through the curtain just right. Fragile. Delicate. Beautiful.

In desert seasons all of life is reduced to bare minimum. All the external props are stripped away. And you are left with the essentials. God. Family. Daily bread.

I don't even know that I have any words for this space. But I've missed writing here. God is doing a deep work in us. And it's hard. Hidden. It's not glamorous. We are showing up everyday. We are leaning in and letting Him meet us, restore us. We are going slowly. Doing the necessary. And we are fighting to be satisfied in the being- not the doing or producing or performing.

These flowers had to be hung to dry, before their seeds could be useful in the planting season. Maybe that's why this picture came flooding back to my mind today.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Journey through Psalms

these gorgeous, fragrant flowers bloom like crazy in May
these flowers. they bloom like crazy in may. and smell amazing. but since May is goodbye month- they smell like to grief to me.

I'm taking a long, slow stroll through Psalms right now. Soaking in one chapter per week with a friend. And it is good.

I love the permission to feel all the feels. And the faith to still declare, "Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him." {Psalm 2:12 NKJV}

Another friend sent me a link to a sermon series on the Psalms and it has been so encouraging. Especially Psalm 3- Psalms of Lament {listen}.

This is a season of grieving for the missionary community. The school year comes to a close and many leave for the summer, and this year many just leave. For good. And that's the hazard of international life. One of the toughest, actually. And so I will build my CABIN while I stay, at least until I'm the one going.

And I will cling to these two strong words: "But You..." from Psalm 3. 
  • are good.
  • work all things for my good.
  • never change.
  • are still on the throne.
  • are my portion.
  • won't forsake me.
  • don't make mistakes.

"But You _______________." How would you fill in the blank? Leave it in the comments!

Friday, February 19, 2016

Leaning in.

The tensions are high. And tempers flare. The ugliness of the human heart splashed across our days. I am speaking of our home- not the elections currently taking place in Uganda. And it makes me want to run away. But we are sheltering in place. Nowhere to go. I've got to stay. Lean into the hard. 

Facing the demons within is way scarier than whatever may be raging in the world around me. And He says: fear not. I am with you.

I know this intense season of littles wont last forever. Fear not- this too shall pass. 

We are confined to our hill at least until Saturday as the election unfolds. Fear not- nothing will touch you that does not pass through My hand. 

I lived ugly today. The overflow of my weary heart gushing from my lips. Fear not- tomorrow is another day. My mercies are new each morning.

Ive been walking in lack... Not in love this week. I am so tired. But this is not reason to sin; this is reason to lean in. 

So grateful for this quote from Elisabeth Elliot encouraging me to stay in the game, to lean in and not give up: 

"The very cracks and crannies of my life... He wants to fill with Himself, His joy, His life. The more unsatisfactory my "performance" the more He calls me to share His yoke. I should know by now that mine makes me tired and overburdened. He urges me to learn of Him: 'I am gentle and humble in heart.'" -Elisabeth Elliot, Keep a Quiet Heart

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