The Author of Our Story

Who is telling your story? What is the voice that you are listening to every day? Is it a condemning voice; is it the voice of the accuser? Or is it the voice of the Advocate, the Author and Perfecter of our faith?

My friend preached a powerful message on the life of Abraham on Sunday and I can’t get away from something he said, “Our story is better told by the Author.” Abraham did not lead a perfect life by any means. His story is filled with failure, unbelief and fear. On his way to Canaan he grew afraid of the kings in the land. And not once, but twice, he lied by saying Sarah was his sister to protect his own life. He allowed his wife to be taken into the kings’ harem. He got impatient with God’s promise of a son (wouldn’t you after 25 years?!). He and Sarah took it into their own hands which resulted in Ishmael and a host of other problems that accompanied his birth. So far his story isn’t looking too great. But how does the Author write his story?

18 Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him, “So shall your offspring be.”[d] 19 Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead—since he was about a hundred years old—and that Sarah’s womb was also dead.20 Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, 21 being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised.

Romans 4:18-21 NIV

Jesus is so kind. His perspective on our lives is so much better than our own. If we are honest, I’m willing to bet that our story looks a lot like Abraham’s. There are plenty of moments of unbelief, fear and failure. We can be so hard on ourselves; I know that I am. But this morning, I asked the Lord how he writes my story. One word was all it took to bring me to a puddle of tears. ONE WORD from the Author. ONE WORD to retell my story. ONE WORD!!! I just sat there in His love and let His words wash over my heart and mind. It was so good!

I encourage you to ask the Lord that question today. How do you tell my story? Allow Him to minister to you and rewrite the tape in your mind. Allow Him to give you a heavenly perspective because it is so much better.

Here is a link to my friend’s sermon if you want to give it a listen.

Heavy but Hopeful

“Sex trafficking–especially when it comes to the buying and selling of young girls–has become big business in America, the fastest growing business in organized crime and the second most-lucrative commodity traded illegally after drug and guns.”

As I read those words from an article published this week my heart sank. I am aware of the sex trade and as a mom of young girls, I think about it more than I’d like to. But something struck me to the core as the author continued with staggering statistics to support his claim. Here is a link to the article.


Honestly, it is hard to put into words how I feel: shocked, enraged, grieved and scared. Part of me wants to lock my daughters in the house and never let them out of my sight. One of my worst fears as a parent is that something like that would happen to them. And if I let it, that fear could consume me. I could so easily turn into the most controlling mom you’ve ever known. However, I know that fear cannot be what drives me.  I don’t want to live in the realm of fear and control. So, what then?

Over the last few days I’ve been asking a lot of questions. How can this be the world we live in? Why is sex with young children, girls especially, so enticing? If law enforcement knows so much about the sex trade, why don’t they shut it down?

Sex trafficking is a daunting issue and yet I’ve felt compelled to do something. But where do I even start?

If you know me, you know where this is leading…PRAYER is the starting point.

E.M. Bounds writes, “The more praying there is in the world the better the world will be, the mightier the forces against evil everywhere. Prayer, in one phase of its operation, is a disinfectant and a preventative. It purifies the air; it destroys the contagion of evil. Prayer is no fitful, short-lived thing. It is no voice crying unheard and unheeded in the silence. It is a voice which goes into God’s ear, and it lives as long as God’s ear is open to holy pleas, as long as God’s heart is alive to holy things. God shapes the world by prayer.”

The Bible says that our battle is not against flesh and blood but against the rulers, authorities, powers and the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places (Ephesians 6:12). We’ve been given weapons that have divine power to tear down strongholds (2 Corinthians 10:3-5).

You see, prayer is the battlefield. Before we can battle on earth, we must battle in the heavens.

Are you afraid and intimidated by this issue (or any other for that matter)? PRAY

Are you angry and frustrated? PRAY

Are you feeling helpless? PRAY

Are you grieved for the victims? PRAY

Speaking from experience, I believe that you will come out of the place of prayer emboldened to take a stand for righteousness and justice. But you will do it from a place of faith and not fear, from a place of peace and not anger, from a place of victory and not defeat, from a place of love and not hate.

That’s what I plan to do and leave the rest up to God. He will show the way forward!

I’m back

This year I am on a mission to write more frequently. I have lots of ideas but just never seem to get around to develop the thoughts into writing. Well, I finally found some time and hope this challenges and encourages you.

“Self-care” is big right now. Well, at least it is in my mom corner of the world. Something about it kinda bugged me but I didn’t really know why until a few weeks ago. I was really hoping for some “Me” time at the end of a long Christmas break. When I talked to my husband, I realized that it wasn’t going to work with our schedule and I got upset. I went crying to my room and the Lord whispered to my heart, “I am your reward.” Immediately, one of my favorite passages of Scripture came to mind:

Psalms 16:5-6 “The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed. I have a beautiful inheritance.”

In that moment I realized the reward I had been looking for was a break. The demands of motherhood are endless, emotionally exhausting and mundane a lot of the time. At times I felt like I was doing everything I could to just get through the day. I started to look at everything I was doing for my family and began to feel entitled to some time to myself.

A quick google search turns up the following (and so much more):

It’s not selfish to take care of yourself. A healthier, stronger, happier you is better able to take care of those depending on you.

An empty lantern provides no light. Self care is the fuel that allows your light to shine brightly.

You can’t pour from an empty cup. Take care of yourself first.

At first glance all of those statements seem good and true, but let’s examine them in the light of Scripture.

John 8:12 Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

Philipians 2:3-7 Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interest, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men…”

Where does our light come from? Who is supposed to come first? What fills us up?Suddenly, those self-care statements aren’t looking so good. There is a thread of truth in them, but it has been twisted just enough to lead us into deception if we aren’t careful. We can be seduced into thinking and looking more like the world than like Jesus.

Going back to that opening passage, Psalms 16:4 says, “The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply.” Let’s be careful not to turn self-care into a god. It will only perpetuate cycles of self-pity, sadness, anxiety and defeat.

Now, I’m not saying self-care is all bad and we should just abandon it all together. We do need to take care of this temple we’ve been given. However, we need to turn to Jesus first to meet our needs. He alone satisfies. He alone can fill our cup. He alone is our source. Look to Him. One glance into His eyes will wipe away every bit of exhaustion. That is a much richer reward than some self-care indulgence can ever provide.