A piece for those in pain

I have been given the incredible opportunity of writing a grief curriculum, seven days of prayer and reflection,  with a talented group of people at CRM (http://www.crmleaders.org).

In writing, we decided to start each day with a vignette of sorts, a story that invites readers into our stories of grief.  As I prayed about what to write, I wandered back through old writings, times where grief was so palpable and burdensome that I could barely stand… and I came across this little gem.
This piece is for you, dear sister, who have loved the Lord and felt abandoned- hurt- let down- confused.

This piece is for you, dear sister, for whom life has worn you down. 

May these words bring you comfort. May they let you know that you are not alone. May they give you a glimpse of God, a different God than you have known.

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India aftermath

Well, our home has resumed to normal (at least until I leave for Uganda)… fighting, laughter, spontaneous dance parties, wrestling matches. It’s all back.

Life has definitely returned to what it was. Kids. Work. House. Dating. Juggling it all.

If I close my eyes I can still see India, but it’s starting to fade. We talk about it less and less and I miss it.  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

My tussle with God

I’m working something out right now. You know those thoughts that won’t leave you alone, the ones that stir you up and you can tell that you and God need to sort something out?

It’s one of those.

And while it would be easy to get caught in the details of this tussle, it’s not important. Juicy, yes, but irrelevant just the same.  Continue reading