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Beth and I are looking at Mary Magdalene today. I can’t imagine how she felt there, after all Christ had done for her, at the foot of the cross. Watching her redeemer lose it all, disrespected and rejected. The one who relieved her torment was now being tormented and tortured. Even God himself looked away. The cross looked like failure. What do you do when the dream has died? Mary was devastated. But He wasn’t done with Mary yet. He did one more thing: He died for her. He died for you. And now, we have the victory. Do we walk in victory, or do we live life in shadows, seeking Him among the dead? https://youtu.be/Rf8Zzn4nOzc Resurrecting by Elevation Church The head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now The Savior knelt to wash our feet Now at his feet we bow The one who wore…

Every so often, a song jumps out of my speakers, hurls through the air, travels through my ears and pierces my heart. I heard the song Frontiers by Vertical Church Band and at first I thought, “I wish I’d written that”. Then I thought, “Did someone read my mind or my journal?” https://youtu.be/wYpnWx9gnZs Lead me to the end of myself. Take me to the edge of something greater. Friends, this is the absolute cry of my heart. It is a theme for my quest to die to self. Wait, “quest” sounds like an adventure. Perhaps the word “battle” is much more suitable. I sat in a coffee shop with a dear friend the other day. She said she was proud of me. How I’ve navigated disappointment and rejection. I laughed. I never thought of myself as handling those things well. But the only other option is to become bitter -…

Beth posted about Hannah this morning on her blog. Once again, another story of infertility. Why is it this can cause us to feel like lesser women? Do our lives not have purpose outside child rearing? And yet, there is biology involved. There is a cliche biological clock. It’s a real thing. This story of Hannah took me back 3 years, to Christmas 2013, in Paris. For 2 weeks, I pretended to be a local. Getting my pastries and coffee for breakfast from the same bakery – from the girl with a playboy bunny tattoo who had a great smile. Walking hand in hand with David in the Montmartre area, envisioning Monet, Manet, Picasso & Van Gogh to name a few – in their prime, in this, their stomping grounds. But maybe the greatest moment for me in that trip was when I prayed inside the sacred 800 year old cathedral…

Ever wonder how that conversation between Sarah and Hagar went down? How do you ask another woman to sleep with your husband and have a baby because you think your ovaries basically have shriveled up? (I feel uncomfortable even asking my neighbor for a cup of sugar – so I NEVER have.) I bet holidays were super awkward. “Hagar – can you do me a solid?” -Sarah How could Hagar say no? She didn’t. Many years ago, I spoke at a camp for elementary age girls with my bff/soul sister, Emily. In addition to my being a terrible speaker, this camp was ROUGHING it. I mean, I’m talking no running water, k? To make matters worse, I forgot to pack lipgloss. So, I asked Emily for some. What I didn’t know was that it was lip plumping lipgloss. If you have never used a lip plumper, you may not know…

We’re talking about the Woman at the Well. Visit Beth’s blog for teaching- read on for my shenanigans. I tease my single friends about being “thirsty” all the time. It’s the funniest term I’ve heard used for someone who is eager to find that special someone. The word thirsty paints a great picture, doesn’t it? I immediately imagine that poor cartoon character who dives head first into a mirage of a lake only to get a mouthful of sand. We all laughed at that as kids, but it sets the stage for what the world has to offer regarding our thirsting souls. Gatorade commercials are still the best for describing thirst. We had a couple bouts of the flu this year, and my kids ask for it by name as the drink that makes them feel better. You see, water is amazing for you. But when you’ve been sick, you…

Beth’s observations about Tamar in Genesis 38 are so good. My takeaway from it was this thought: Now, I want to make sure you know which Tamar we’re talking about. We’re not talking about King David’s daughter – who was raped & abandoned. We’re talking about Judah’s daughter-in-law, twice widowed & left destitute. Both of these women were wronged! Both were in a culture and time where women were treated like property. Both were victims of circumstance, but only 1 took matters into her own hands. And THAT is the Tamar we are looking at. This story is like Maury Povich in the 90’s where Judah is called out and Tamar tells him he’s the baby (babies) daddy. I often fight the urge to take matters into my own hands. When I feel wronged. When I’m unhappy. Sometimes when it’s just a Tuesday. Or when my husband doesn’t take out…

Beth and I are kicking off a series about Royals with one of my favs, Esther. See Beth’s study here. My takeaway: I was at a conference my friend created a few years ago and discovered my greatest impact is thru relationship. As a performer, that was humbling. Do any of us realize the affect we have on each other? Nope. And I think that’s true for many of us. Esther used her influence to save lives, and you can, too. Here’s the breakdown: 1. Love others. 2. Be available. So often we overthink things. Maybe it’s because we want to change the world. Maybe it’s because we want to be a big deal. Maybe we (cough) enjoy the limelight. We look for that dare to be great situation, when really we should be looking for that dare to love situation. God has placed you here. God saw a problem and…

Robert Downey Jr. Denzel Washington. Brad Pitt. George Clooney. What do they all have in common? Besides being household names, they’ve aged gracefully. Further proof of how unfair life is for us ladies. How many actresses have you heard about recently aging well? What’s worse is that we seem to appreciate the distinguished look of these men as they get older. I would argue some are better looking now than when they were younger. Today is my husband’s 40th birthday. I was thinking about how he’s spent nearly half of his life with me. How his beard is full and turning gray. How his thick, dark and shiny locks have streaks of wisdom in them. His smile puts me at ease. His laughter, when you really crack him up, is contagious. His green eyes still sparkle at me with the same love as the day I entered into the church…

As a kid, I remember overhearing jokes about women who wore too much makeup being “Jezebels”. I happen to love makeup and dressing up so the term is very derogatory – citing that women do these things with purpose of seduction. Beth teaches on Jezebel here – giving a brief history lesson on who she was & how she was Queen of all control freaks. Jezebel was scary and intimidating and the perfect example of what not to do. She is proof of how powerful women are. When you can scare off a prophet, I’d say you’re powerfully terrifying and horrible. But what of those of us who are strong willed yet place ourselves in God’s hands – relinquishing control? We live a life without limits. How can that be? When you live within the boundaries of His love, you actually go farther than you ever dreamed. A life without limits…

I’m guilty of maybe glancing in my rear-view too much these days. My boys are either engulfed in a Disney movie, singing along or trying to murder each other in the backseat. It’s dangerous though, to have that beautiful distraction; I love those sweet little rascals. My eyes and focus must be on the road and what’s happening around me. I mean, since I don’t own a sweet Tesla that can drive for me or even predict when an accident is about to happen. So, until I become independently wealthy, I must remain diligent. Beth and I are taking a look at Lot’s wife. Her city is about to go up in flames and she’s being accompanied by members of the angelic army. What was this chick thinking? What made her look back? Mourning. She was grieving the life she was leaving. A person who looks back is someone who…