Favorite (a Five Minute Friday)

Sometimes life feels ideal, like when you’re driving on a Friday with morning light cascading through the forest. Summer’s breath lifts madrone leaves in a shimmy, and the Yard Sale sign tacked to the grafted base of a pine is stirring your spirit to adventure.

You remember waking early those weekends as a child, piling in grandma’s little hatchback for her favorite pastime—hitting yard sales with the rising sun. You moaned, and half the time, stayed in the car while she and mom searched for treasures—treasures you saw as “old” and “junk.”

With time you’ve changed, and now, three kids of your own are strapped in seat belts, along for the ride, and all you want is to veer off course for adventure… in search of treasure. “Old” is what you value.

But you choose to stay the course, and you pass the house with the tables and the boxes and the couches and the books, and you hold it with your eyes, hoping to spot a gem through the driver’s side window.

But just like that, it’s gone.
You grieve a little.

Peering back at the road, the light captures your eyes.
The golden grasses shine and leaves flitter.
You feel thankful–because life feels ideal.
The old is good and the new is better, while a rich God “rejoices over you with singing” (Zephaniah 3:17).

It has been SO long since I’ve participated in a Five Minute Friday! I’m not even sure if I’ve linked up since it’s been at Kate Motaung’s. Anyway, I’m happy to be back today and encourage you to check out her blog and the other FMF’s. :)

To Be Called Higher

I’ve been feeling quiet, not just on this blog, but in life. Maybe it’s because of the chaos a sixteen month old adds to this family of five. Or even as I write, the chaos that a five year old brings when he clothes himself in layers of fifteen shirts and begins to roll on the grass. Being garbed in what looks like football gear, he then needs help lifting each shirt over his head, one at a time. But really, a big contributor is my own heart and attitude toward God. Maybe I haven’t been letting Him do miracles in me?

I’ve been reading Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts, and she essentially says that thanksgiving always precedes the miracle of joy. And as I sit listening to this song by All Sons and Daughters, I think about how God has called me to go higher in my relationship with Him. The paradox is that we only go higher by going lower. We do this by leaving what feels like a safe place in Him and going where our faith is challenged or where we feel uncomfortable. Maybe we step into something we fear or that’s just plain hard. Whatever the case, going higher is always where we make nothing of ourselves and seek to make something of Him.

I think one of the reasons thanksgiving always precedes the miracle is because it’s humbling to give thanks for something we don’t want or for something we feel we lack. Giving thanks in these circumstances means we have to step down from the throne of our hearts where we control our own destiny.

But it’s then that we see and experience the miracle of change—His power at work in us through our yielding.

And you know what? I want to go higher with God. It isn’t because I want to make something of myself. It’s because I’ve experienced that deep, rich satisfaction in Him. I’ve seen the miracle and I want more.

And this calling to go higher and deeper isn’t exclusive to me. This calling is to you, also—no matter the circumstances or sin in our lives. He requires nothing of us. He’s provided Himself a sacrifice for our sins and “if we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).

I’m learning to lean into this—when I feel like I blow it again and again, when I refuse to accept this perfect love of God for me and reject His good and perfect gifts, He always takes me back. He remains true to Himself and His promises.

When I surrender my desires, He gives me His joy. He fulfills my longing with Himself. And there’s no way to explain this except by miracle.

A Servant King—Reflections on the Gospel of Mark

The Gospel of Mark

It might’ve been in high school, but maybe it was my college years, when I was a counselor in the youth group. I really can’t remember. I do know it was in chapel at summer camp. A once pro-surfer, turned pastor, shared something that stuck with me. He said to open your Bible when you’re […]

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Still In the Waiting

Look now toward heaven and count the stars

Looking into the crisp November night, stars shining bright, I thought of Abraham—how the word of the Lord came to him in a vision: “Do not be afraid, Abram. I am your shield, your exceedingly great reward.” But Abram said, “Lord God, what will you give me, seeing I go childless…?” Then, the Lord took […]

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One Thing To Do When You’re Feeling Down and Out

Frog and Toad Are Friends

I’ve been thinking on this. How they say to write what you know. But I’ve been feeling down and out. For no particular reason. Writing “what I know” feels, well, as Toad said to Frog, “Blah.” * I guess it’s because I feel like kids are always pressing on me with constant demands. Not because […]

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One Who is with you Always


We drive through farmland as the sun makes its slide in the sky. It feels like the end of summer. Not the beginning of fall. My husband breathes deeply and asks with excitement, “Do you smell that?” It reminds him of visits with his grandma, when she’d fling open windows and doors, wafts of orchard air […]

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