When God’s calling on your life makes you want to hide under the covers

I don’t know about you, but there have been times when God asks me to do something so unthinkably scary, that it has me curled up in bed and hiding under the covers. Terrified, and eating my body weight in hydrogenated oil laden snacks, in an attempt to calm the fear that is raging in my soul.

That is where I’ve found myself this week (and the potato chip crumbs dusting my keyboard as I type, are proof.)

The reason for my fear, you ask? …My husband is back in New York City.

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On sheep, daddy issues & having no need for a Sissy Jesus

It had been there for as long as I could remember. We would see it whenever we came back from the pool, our bodies sopping wet as we made our way into the house after a long day of swimming. And again, while hunched over my grandma, watching as she tightened a loose button or hemmed an Easter Dress…

There it was, in my grandmother’s sewing room, taped onto the side of her sewing machine; A picture of The Good Shepherd.

Each time I caught a glimpse of it, I’d stare at it for a moment, taking note of both the tenderness in Jesus’ eyes, and the way the picture had faded in the sunlight.

Cute… I’d think to myself.

But I saw no need for such a sissy-looking Jesus.

…That is, until, my daddy issues started to surface.

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When God’s Promises Just Won’t Cut It

 

I am just going to go right out there and say it, blogging is not for the faint of heart.

I have friends who have dreams of writing books and starting blogs, and they talk about it with rainbows and unicorns dancing in their eyes. And that’s great… but that hasn’t been my experience. And this last week, was proof.

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My Husband Speaks

 

 

It’s been awhile since my husband has posted on my blog. Years actually, and not since  before everything in our lives fell apart. But just a few weeks ago, he shared with me what God had been teaching him over the last year or so – something I had the privilege to watch firsthand but couldn’t find the words to describe. (After a few puppy-dog eyes and packages of Double Stuffed Oreos as payment) he agreed to share it with all of you. And I hope it speaks to you like it did to me.

(This is what courage looks like, people.)

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