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In her blog over at http://forliberty.typepad.com/forlibertya_brave_hearts_/2017/08/how-could-god-allow.html Beth defined the word “meek” beautifully in her post as we continue our look at the Beatitudes in Matthew 5:5 – Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. I love the definition of meekness: What does it require of us to become humbly patient? I would say – trust. Who you put your trust in has a lot to do with your attitude and outlook on life, doesn’t it? What does it take to trust him? The bottom line is this: the realization that He is FOR you and that His plans for you are good. Here’s one of my favs for you to enjoy. https://youtu.be/UbSMfL5LuSo

Today, I passed by someone I hardly know from the office next door in the parking lot. She said, “how are you today?” I said, “good thanks, and you?” She said, “I’m blessed, highly favored and deeply loved.” I said, “oh”. I got in my car and drove away feeling very uncomfortable. So. Awkward. But why? Why am I uncomfortable with this young lady expressing her faith? Is it because I think that she thinks I’m not a Christ-follower? Is she trying to witness to me? Do I give off that impression? Do I not look or act Jesusy enough? HOW DO I EVEN RESPOND TO THAT? Maybe the answer is a statement tee. Here’s a few options: 1. It says I mean business. 2. This says I’m fun but also appreciate acronyms. 3. I’m unclear as to what this even means. “Christ like swag” like I wear sandals a…

In my youth, I played Mary, mother of Jesus, in many a church Christmas program. I’ve said the line straight from Luke 1:34, “How can it be?”, at least a half dozen times. But Mary’s reaction is completely legitimate, to say the least. I think many of us ask this question when we reflect on God’s promises. I ask the question still – about so many things. I get caught up in semantics. I get caught up in logistics. I get trapped in negative thinking. I know how it feels; when it hurts to hope. Other times when the miracles come – because they DO, maybe we ask the question again. The question takes on new meaning. It takes on an exclamation of joy. When you begin to unpack all Christ has done, it’s hard to fathom. I love this song by Lauren Daigle. https://youtu.be/6UXn_OuJkvE I am guilty Ashamed of…

Beth & I are taking a look at Mary of Bethany today. Ever notice how fast and loose we use the word “friend”? I think the word is almost as overused as “love” – but that’s a different story. Our society is wrapped up in social media stats. How many Facebook friends do you have? How many twitter followers? Instagram? Snapchat? Pinterest? Can you imagine if Jesus’ ministry on earth had been in a time as technicologucally connected as ours? His Pinterest board would be amazing! How to throw parties & feed thousands on a shoestring budget, etc. But I digress. Can you imagine Jesus weeping with Mary over the loss of her brother, Lazarus? Even though Jesus had a plan to raise Lazarus to show He is life and resurrection and bring Himself the glory, He still hurt for His friend. They were not just surface/Facebook friends. Mary and…

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…

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…

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…