My conversation with the Lord

Lord, I feel that am I to keep writing, but I am not sure what I am to say…

Just start writing, dear one, and see what flows out. (Lord)

Okay.

What pours out of me…  Continue reading

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My son’s response

In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.

In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.

This is not that post.  Continue reading

A lesson learned from Willy Wonka

I have been quiet lately… well, quiet for me.

I have been feeling a longing back to a deeper intimacy with the Lord. This has been going on for some time, a whisper- a beckoning- back to a place where I feel Him close by, his presence near.

Oh, dear sisters, I have to believe that there are others feeling that same thing.

You may know it is the Lord or perhaps you don’t. Perhaps, you just feel a sense that there has to be more, that something- someone- is calling you.

This is what I love about our Lord. He doesn’t stop pursuing us.

He is relentless.

He is patient.

He doesn’t give up on us.

So, this week, I have been talking more with Him. Reading in the Bible again. But, I kept trying to make it look like what it used to, how we used to talk, and to be honest, it wasn’t working.

At first, I kept saying, Lord, take me back to what it was like, to how we talked and how we walked and we laughed together and cried together. I want to feel your arms like I did back then. 

And funny thing, I kept getting this picture in my head from the old Willy Wonka movie, you know the one with Gene Wilder, which on a side note; he is totally creepy in that movie, not funny at all, just creepy. I’m not sure what they were thinking with that character. Worth mentioning, now moving on….  Continue reading

TRAUMA TRAINING- THREE-DAY CONFERENCE IN KOLKATA

We just finished our second day of the workshop and it still seems surreal that we are here, like in India, teaching what we have been intensely pouring over the last few years.

And the crazy part is that the girls attending are all over it. They are eating it up, like loving it all!

I think this was our biggest fear, that what we have found so incredibly helpful in America would not translate over to the work these women are doing in India. Plus, we had all the normal fears; Would the terms not make sense to them? Would the information be way too much and they would have difficulty grasping the concepts, or even worse, would they are already know this material and therefore it would be a waste of their time. Continue reading