Every so often I feel the way I feel today: wanting to get beyond where I am now — believing I can — yet here I remain. Not. Getting. Anywhere.
I strain against these chains I didn’t ask for. I wear myself out in the fight.
All the time, God is trying to whisper into my plagued heart: Be still, child, and know that I am God — the same who has held the earth in My hand since the beginning (Psalm 46:10, with embellishment).
Several years ago I wrote the prayer below, and I included it in my minibook Uncage My Brave: Pray Brave, Fly Free. Routinely, I fall back on this prayer, the title of it if nothing else, and I remember the way God showed up in that original situation.
I remember why I hold onto the hope He will move again. Because He always does. Because He is God, just as He says He is. Continue reading “The courage to be still”
“Ugh, I hate that word.”
My twentysomething friend’s nose wrinkled at the mention of the word “Millennial,” as if it reeked of dog breath and gym socks.
“Why don’t you like it?” I asked.
“Because it’s so negative — and it’s not ME. I am none of those things.”
“Those things” include the stereotypical traits of a Millennial: Continue reading “‘Don’t call me a Millennial’: How to stop stereotyping young people”
“Jan. 21, 6 pm, my house. Tacos.”
This is what I texted a few twenty-something single ladies with the heartfelt hope at least one of them would actually show up.
After more than a year of feeling the Lord prod me to do more ministry for twenty-somethings and then proceeding to wonder if He was for-real serious, the day had finally come.
I told the few ladies I knew the date and time, and I told myself to leave the rest up to God.
Easier said than done. No bigger ball of nerves has existed than me on Jan. 21. Even after setting the date, I fretted if I should do this.
ACTUAL fears that plagued me: Continue reading “If you’re scared, you’re ready”
So where were we?
Oh, yes. Last we spoke, I had returned from a month-long break from blogging and social media to focus more time in worship, and I said God had revealed a new vision for my writing life.
For those who question the sanity of anyone who says God reveals things to them, please know I once shared your line of thinking. I also once questioned the sanity of anyone who loved coffee. That was before caramel macchiatos came into my life.
We all have our maturing to do.
In my last post, I promised to share with you this new vision God laid out for me. I am a woman of my word, so put on your listening ears. Continue reading “The choice I should have made a long time ago”
Uncage My Brave turns three months this week. Still a newborn.
People ask me a lot about how many copies I’ve sold or some derivative question. I tell them all the same answer: I’m happy with the sales.
My only real sales goal was to recoup any expenses I incurred in the publishing process, and maybe a few extra bones to pay for some iced coffees. THIS goal was met in the first month, thank you, God. Continue reading “The reason I don’t care (that much) about my book sales”