As some of you may have known I’ve had the privilege from time to time to contribute articles to various Christian online publications. One publication that is near and dear to my heart is Propel Women. When I lived in California I worked closely with this organization, and I love dearly the amazing crew of people who serve so selflessly day in and day out so women all around the globe can have a real encounter with Jesus.
In case you missed my most recent article from Propel Women, click here to read about my battle with letting go, and how ultimately I lost…but that it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
It’s been a busy season to say the least.
It’s not uncommon that Friday arrives and I can’t even remember how I got there. It’s like when you’re so deep in thought while you’re driving that you get a case of auto-pilot amnesia or something (totally just made that up), and can’t even remember how you got to your destination.
I’m sure all of us have experienced busy seasons, or just busy lives, and like me, you discover how difficult it is to be present in the moment because of being distracted by the thing you need to do next. I’ve always been the type of person that wants to “do it all”. I want to think that I have some special superpower where I can effectively do a million tasks and also have a thriving social life.
The thing is, it’s not the busyness necessarily that’s the problem, but it’s an overestimation of what I’m really designed and called to do because something else is in the way. Read More
Has God ever talked back to you?
You were right in the middle of asking him to do something in your life, and He seems to cop an attitude, and cut you off mid-sentence?
Well, for some reason, I feel like this happens to me more often than it probably should. And every time it does I’m left scratching my head and determined to understand what God could mean by his interruption.
At one time or another I’m sure we’ve all referenced God as our “mountain mover”. As Christians it’s a normal phrase in our world. We hear it in our songs, our Sunday messages, and conversations with friends. So, per usual, I was praying one morning for God to move this particular mountain in my life, but was shocked when I received a radically different response than I expected.
The moment the words, “Lord, please move this mountain in my life”, rolled off my mind and into my prayer, I heard God shoot back with, “No, you move it.”
Umm, ahh, excuse me?
To which God said again, “You move it”.
In that moment I couldn’t imagine WHAT He could possibly mean. This “mountain” that I was referencing has been more of a thorn in my side. You know, the annoying companion you really want to get rid of but have no idea how? Read More
Have you ever been convinced that because of how audacious your approach has been with God that somehow it was the same thing as being honest with Him?
I had this ah-huh moment recently concerning a prayer that I’m pretty sure I’ve prayed at least a million times. You know, it’s that prayer you offer with so much passion and fervor, and instead of it reaching heaven, it seems to hit the ceiling, bounce back, and smack you in the face?
Yes, that prayer.
You’ve tried bargaining, pleading, crying, and even giving up on this whole prayer business. And all the while you are convinced that your prayer is, well, honest. How could it not be? You’ve poured out your heart a billion times about how much this means to you, and how much you need for God to come through.
Sound familiar to any one? Read More
Moving to a big city has recently led me to contemplate social boundaries and their effects on connection.
There are moments I wish they were more clearly established: like on the train, when I’m sitting between a man whose hands and face are covered in cheesy Pringles as he licks the powder out of the tube (gag!) and a woman who is coughing up a lung and spitting it into a napkin (seriously, help!). But most times, I find myself wishing we would push through them to acknowledge one another in our human experience and create space for meaningful connection.
I wish we had the audacity to “interrupt” each other more often.
I’ve had many interesting conversations this year, but there seemed to be one topic in particular that would consistently come up. With each person I spoke with or in each class I attended this conversation would be wrapped in a different set of circumstances, but the principle always remained the same.
As Christians doing our very best to walk “in-step” with God, it seems we are constantly struggling to discern the meaning behind God’s restraint in our lives.
He seems to withhold direction, provision, and even communication, which leaves us scratching our heads wondering what it all means. It could even be that there are things you know deep down that God doesn’t want for you, and although you decide not to do them, in the moment you just feel like you’re being cheated in life.
I went on a work trip to sunny Florida a couple weeks ago (which is a big change from the below zero weather here in Chicago). I jumped in my uber from the airport, and rolled down all the windows (to my uber driver’s chagrin), and soaked in the warm sun and palm trees.
I landed at the arena where we would have our event, and before I even had a moment to drop my bags I was told that I needed to about face back to the airport and pick up one of our guests.
I jumped in the rental, rolled down all the windows (happy I didn’t have to deal with the stink eye from the uber driver), and set out for the airport. I arrived at the precise time the guest was supposed to arrive and pulled my car to the side to wait. After about 0.5 seconds, a police officer yelled at me to keep moving. She said, “just keep circling around the airport until your friend is outside ready to go.”
Now, the problem is, it takes about 45 seconds to circle around the airport to get back to where I would need to pick up our guest. So, here I was, circling, and circling, and circling around the airport for 5, 10, 15, now 20 mins, feeling ridiculous and getting dizzy in the process.
After a solid 20 minutes of circling, I realized something…it dawned on me that this was actually a perfect illustration for how I have felt in certain areas of my life–waiting and
circling, feeling stuck in a seemingly endless and perpetual holding pattern. Read More