To be Filled

I watched the trees sway in the spring wind. An empty, wintry season in the soul had finally ended. It felt like a period at the end of a very long sentence. A new thought began to take shape.

I bowed my head and read, “You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with abundance. The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy, the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy,” (Psalm 65:11-13).

Lifting my eyes to seas of sky strewn in cumulus puffs, I almost heard a deep, bellowing laughter. I almost felt the earth rumble with joy while proclaiming,

“My God is for me.”

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Pause and think on this:

Have you ever felt like everything’s against you? Maybe you’re in that season now and it feels like there’s no end in sight. Read Romans 8:31-39

Take peace in knowing God is always for you.


Today I’m writing on the prompt, empty, with the community at Katemotaung.com.

We Make Him Smile


She put her whole heart in playing basketball, and I loved seeing it. This usually soft-spoken eight-year-old shouted, “Go!” when throwing the ball in for drills. She’d jump and wave her hands while screaming “Outlet!” There were times she seemed to come from nowhere and knock the ball from the other team’s hand. It was a side of her that made me smile.

Then, there was the last practice, when the team lined up for a game of knockout. She was the only one cheering on each girl. “You got it, Leila!” or “Good job!” she’d say clapping. I stood on the sideline with a smile.

At the end of the season party, the coaches handed out trophies. They came up with a nickname for each girl like Referee, Defender, or Shooter. When the coach got to her, his eyes brightened as he tossed his head back with a chuckle. He said, “This girl made me smile.” He talked about how she encouraged everyone and made them happier. The nickname they chose for her was Heart, because she was the heart of the team.

I felt a lump in my throat and a sting in my eyes.

My little girl isn’t perfect. Sometimes she gets angry with her brother. Sometimes she complains about schoolwork or chores. She gets frustrated, wants to give up, and cries. She’s human, like each of us.

It isn’t these things that make her who she is. And these aren’t the words I’d use to describe her. Beyond the struggles, I see her heart. She’s growing, and it makes me smile.

I wonder, could this be how God sees us in Christ? Maybe in our growing, we make Him smile.

“For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.” (2 Corinthians 5:21, NKJV)

A Simple Adventure

While waiting for the decaf to finish brewing, my husband and I talked about the house we saw for sale. I pulled up pictures on my laptop while sitting at the breakfast nook table. Together, we wondered at the deal. “Let’s drive by it,“ I said. “We have to go now; it’s getting dark.” He […]

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Merry Christmas 2016

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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 […]

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To Be Called Higher

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