Marching with Broken Legs

17 Jan

DT heal the worldToday I will be speaking to approximately ten-thousand people at the North Texas March for life. Though not the biggest crowd I have ever addressed, there will be plenty of witnesses should I fall on my face, and I won’t lie to you, there are a few butterflies flying around in my stomach.

Strangely, though, the butterflies have nothing to do with the number of people attending. They have everything to do with the subject matter.

Today, January 17, 2015, Dallas marks the 42nd anniversary of Roe v. Wade, a verdict that legalized abortion and, to date, has allowed doctors to terminate the lives of over 55 million unborn children.

Can I be honest with you?

The people pleaser inside of me, the insecure little girl who wants so desperately for you to like, accept, and agree with me, does not want to address such a politically charged issue.

However, I have been asked to speak, and speak I will.

I have spent all week asking the Lord to guide my words and my tone as I address the crowd. This morning I got up early, lit my candle, opened my journal, and began to pray.

God, please forgive my desire to grandstand and showboat. Please get rid of that thing in me that never stops trying to posture and preen and primp for the imaginary cameras. Humble me, and if You must, crush and humiliate me. Silence the sin-generator inside of me. Give me Your heart. Help me convey Your desires. Take control and speak through my sinful lips.

I thought I would be filled with a righteous anger. I thought He would give me a battle-cry. (more…)

A Bird in the Hand

14 Jan

dove Holy SpiritI know, LORD, that Your judgments are just and that You have afflicted me fairly.

—Psalm 119:75 HCSB

We stood awkwardly on the doorstep; my husband holding the door, the babysitter avoiding our eyes and insisting everything was okay, and me, apologizing for the behavior of one of my children.

Mike and I had enjoyed a rare dinner out with friends and hired Audrey, one of the children’s favorite sitters.

As our evening drew to a close, I realized that I had never glanced at my phone – not even once. Typically I kept it close at hand just in case something went wrong.

In nearly nine years of motherhood, nothing ever had.

Until that night.

“Oh no,” I said, causing everyone to turn.

“Honey, everything okay?” my husband asked.

“Well, it is now,” I said, skimming through several text messages, “but Audrey was having a tough time, and I missed her call.”

We said goodbye to our friends and drove the three blocks to our house.

Audrey filled me in as I walked her out.

Oh mercy, I thought to myself, she’s never going to come back.

And that brings us to the doorstep. (more…)

Shhh…don’t tell my daughter!

16 Dec

I’m going to let you in on a little secret that you can’t tell my kids. Seriously – don’t tell them.

I have started a blog for each of them. My son’s is called, “Dear Nick, this is your life.” My daughter’s is the same, except her name, not Nick’s.

When the kids near the end of their senior year in high school I will send the blog off to a website to be printed in a book. The book will be their life. Over a decade of letters from me to them, in full color, bound and wrapped for a graduation present.

You can steal the idea if you like. In fact, I hope you do.

I wrote this one in the midst of a near mind-numbing clamor of Christmas music, recorder-practice, and howling cat.

I thought I would share it with you.

“Noise, reconsidered.”

Dear Caitlme and C at FUM Argyleyn,

As I type, you are upstairs gleefully and faithfully practicing the recorder you first took home from school two years ago. It’s almost Christmas, so the song they are teaching you is Jingle Bells. The tune you are playing is remarkably close.

As you play, your brother is in Dad’s study, dancing in front of the computer. Do you remember how you two used to dance? The song he is jamming to – wouldn’t you know it – is Jingle Bells, and now I can hear you thundering down the stairs to play along with the video.

I love this age. You, eight, Nick, seven – full of fire and curiosity, and starting to find your voice.

As I write, I wonder how many other houses have this joyful cacophony playing. I wonder how many other moms might describe it as joyful. Someday you’ll have kids who have recorders and you’ll know just what I mean.

However, it’s a joyful noise to me, because you’re the one making it. Honey, I want you to make noise. Find your cause. Find your passion. Use your voice.

You have one life – just one – and God has equipped you to be a difference maker. I can see it now, even at the tender age of eight.

Have I already written about the time we went to Port Aransas and you had all the kids following you? I suppose I should read earlier entries before I write new ones, but entertain the story one more time.

We walked out to the pool and surveyed the deck. We found a table and staked our claim. You took a good, long look around, then slowly lowered yourself into the water. There were kids playing ball on one side; a girl with a huge floating seahorse on the other. Your Dad got comfy with a book and I turned around to see what Nick was doing.

Five minutes later, there you were riding the seahorse and directing the kids on the game of your choosing.

You found your cause and your voice and you wouldn’t be silenced.

As I sit here typing to future eighteen-year-old you, I wonder what your message will be.

I believe God will give you a message and a means to say it, and I look forward to leaning in.

I love you, sweetheart. Stay true to God’s Word. It is the truth, and when you go off to college, if that is your plan, the truth will be assaulted on every side. Be strong and firm – God’s Word stands, and your mother not only stands by it, she has built her life and her ministry on it.

How I wish I could make you understand the depth of my love for you. When you laugh the world laughs with you. Your eyes sparkle like diamonds when you smile.

Keep smiling, my sweet love. And never, ever, ever, ever stop making noise.

Love, Mommy

Psalm 98:4 – Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.

So what is Advent, anyway?

15 Dec

advent picAdvent: a season of hope and expectation. Approximately two-thousand years ago, the Jews anxiously scanned the horizon and scoured the skies, looking for the Messiah. Their God had been silent for four-hundred years. Where was their hope? Had God forgotten His people? Did He turn a blind eye to their suffering? Would He never speak again?

Maybe you know how they felt. Maybe you’re there right now – where the bills are too high and the funds are too low; where tempers run hot and love runs cold, where the valleys are dark and the way out too steep. That place where the tunnel is long and there’s no light ahead and the longer you wait the more hopeless you feel.

Maybe you are in your own, personal, uninvited advent.

I would like to offer you some hope.

Before there was time, there was God. He existed in perfect harmony as the God-head: Father, Spirit, Son; one-in-three and three-in-one. And out of the silence, God spoke.

“Let there be light!” And there was light. And God saw that the light was good.[i]

Seven times in five days, God spoke; and that which wasn’t, suddenly was.

Until the sixth day. On the sixth day He did things differently.

God entered in. The Creator stepped off the throne and into that which He’d created. He took dust from the ground and molded and formed it until it was the shape of a man.

Then God entered in again. He tilted back the head of His son, and breathed a piece of Himself into the man, and the man became a living being. And God saw that the man was very good, except that he was alone, and that was bad.

So God wounded the man on the side, and from the wound he made a bride – Eve.

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[i] Genesis 1:3-4a

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