Sometimes the most significant moments are the ones we overlook.
It all boils down to this very moment. The sweat. The grind. They end here. For this purpose we carry out our daily marching orders. Like the fine mechanisms of a clock our gears turn in perfect harmony…
The shadows seem to dance around the fire. Perfect little faces stare in my direction, barely outlined by the orange glow emanating from the small fire. My son Caleb pours river sand on my lap, seeking my attention but his attempt is feeble. My heart is preoccupied capturing this moment to create a perfect memory; a memory I hope to retain for all eternity.
When God orchestrates uncomfortable
Tired. Exhausted. Worn-out. Fatigued. Dog-tired. Dead-beat. Zonked. Shattered. Bone-tired. These words are…
my own, from my heart flow, I love you, I love you, I love you!
Wait, no, this is not a Natasha Bedingfield song.
What do all of these words have in common? They are synonymous with one another. They are quite tired of you ask me. I’m not negating or ignoring the fact that some people genuinely feel like these words 24 hours a day, seven days a week and I extend my heart and compassion to them. However, I am 28-years-old… I haven’t even reached my thirties and I will NOT allow myself to feel like these words. I have absolutely nothing medically wrong with me and so I have no excuse. Sometimes people try to make me feel better when I say I’m tired by reminding me that I am a mom of two kids… um, how could I forget?
Thoughts on growing up as an adult
In the distance, the train warns present traffic that its passing through and unable to stop for any one soul. Drivers must pay attention and steer clear of its tracks. I can hear, wait… I can feel it’s wheels marrying the tracks as it travels to its intended destination. Imagery from centuries ago floods my mind. I see women with parasols, men in top hats, and children with wooden toys filling the outdoor train station. Some are boarding and some are not. There are tears, there are smiles, there is laughter, there is crying. People lean out their windows to wave goodbye. Steam permeates my scene and just like that, everything vanishes. There’s just something about growing up…
The sights. The sounds. The smells. They are all different.
Today is a day that my heart is heavy with missing Africa. If any of you have ever walked even just a small piece of its land you can empathize with me because you know that it ever so cunningly steals a piece of your heart… or maybe you just give it away so easily because… well because, it’s so easy to give your heart to such a beautifully burdened place. Full of life. Full of death. Full of joy. Full of sorrow. Full of hunger. Full of richness. Full of precious people. Full of pain. Full of revival. Full of miracles.
I am really grateful.
I am really grateful for so many things.
I am really grateful for His breath that fills my lungs.
I am really grateful that His Word is continuously holding my body together.
I am really grateful for so many things. Too many to count, but I will spend my life counting those things… and I love this quote:
Reading my Bible always puts me in a better mindset for writing about what I am thankful for. I downloaded this Bible app called SheReadsTruth and I absolutely love it. I am going through the “Bible in a Year” plan that is rocking my world. I’ve fallen a bit behind because of the crazy amount of traveling we’ve just done. We’ve gone from Zambia to various parts of South Africa now to Florida via Dubai (seemingly a 100 hours of flying) and we are in the midst of leasing an apartment as of today. So to say that I’m behind on my reading is actually an understatement because I am nine days behind! Yelp! Gasp! Cry! And then rejoice because I get to devour the Word of God in epic proportions.
here are the notes from “the talk” I gave at The Rock Church in Durban last weekend. The message I gave really is my life’s message aka JOY! My emphasis is on joy with the intent of overcoming depression through gratefulness. Mandy and Lisa titled my message the Killers of Joy, so I’ve listed in my notes what I deem the three BIGGEST killers of joy.
Ladies and Gents,
Seizing the opportunity to share the Word with some really beautiful women this morning was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Thank you again to Mandy Cremer and Lisa Bobbert for inviting me and for arranging the Saturday morning event. I was truly blessed by these two women that I have deemed the pretty pretties… because they are pretty, beautiful, stunning, gorgeous inside and out. If you ever get a chance to meet one or both of them please seize the moment to hear their story and see the way God has woven, and still is weaving, the beautiful tapestry of their lives.
The story of the 10 lepers… remember? If you’re unfamiliar with it or need a bit of refreshing here it is:
11 Now it happened as He went to Jerusalem that He passed through the midst of Samaria and Galilee. 12 Then as He entered a certain village, there met Him ten men who were lepers, who stood afar off. 13 And they lifted up their voices and said, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!”
14 So when He saw them, He said to them, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And so it was that as they went, they were cleansed.