Monday, May 25, 2015

an unexpected flood

I almost left it as a draft.
Those words I posted yesterday.  
Those desperate, unedited, "we're gonna be late for church!" words did not seem worthy of the situation they spoke about.  And so I almost left them sitting in a file, unpublished.

Sometimes the Spirit of God compels us to do something - not to do something perfectly but to just do something.  And so yesterday I quietly posted those words that seemed grossly inadequate and then I watched as, unbelievably, God took a small offering and used it in a big way.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

when all you can do is pray

This morning I woke to little girls giggling across the hall.

Yesterday was Lucy's birthday and we surprised her by arranging for her best friend from North Carolina to come and spend the night.  She couldn't have been more excited to see her.

It's been big celebration around our house this weekend and I was laying in bed feeling grateful for my little family {plus one} all snuggled in happy and healthy around me.

When I finally got up I grabbed my phone to check the time and noticed an email from a friend.  The subject line indicated a prayer need so I broke my Sunday morning rule of no phone use and opened it.  With every word I read my heart broke open.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

find a way

You know it's bad when your six year old waits for the thundering words to quiet and then steps out into the hallway and looks you dead on -
     You know mommy, you guys just need to find a way to get along.

Friday, May 15, 2015

the hard questions i'm asking

Let's talk about the worst thing you ever did.
What?  That doesn't sound fun?
Before you hate me, let's just go there for a moment.

What is the thing you are most ashamed of?  

Saturday, May 9, 2015


The walls are bare.
Just like the way they laid their hearts out for us.
Bare and beautiful.

The IF team just moved into their new offices but they welcomed us into something that felt more like home than a place of business.  There isn't a single thing hanging on the clean white walls of that old stone house in Austin, but the whole place was painted in love and grace.  Some people and places make you instantly feel like family.

Monday, May 4, 2015

when God gives you something scary

When I was a little girl I heard the story of Mary.
You know Mary.  She's the one who married Joseph.  The one who gave birth to Jesus.

I'm sure it wasn't my first time hearing her story, but it is the first memory I have of it.  The reason I remember is because after I heard the story - I heard from God.
Hold on.
Before you write me off as a complete lunatic give me a chance to explain.