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Pretty little words are everywhere.  Words crafted, fonted, and overlaid onto pretty little pictures. Some make us laugh, some stir up our loyalty, some make us dream a bigger dream than we dreamt a minute ago, and some pull us deep into old bitter or old sweet memories.  Words have a lot of power.

Words can be True and Not True.  Sometimes the exact same words are true in one instance, but not true in another.  It is not the words themselves that make them true or not true; it is the circumstances and the motives of the one who speaks them, whispers them, types them, twists them, sings them, uses them...

For instance, let's look at these words:


Those are pretty.  There is something in that reassurance that can settle a racing heart, encourage a rejected soul, lift crying eyes and set a face like flint. A pretty little word mantra can lift us up from someplace low.  I am disappointed, but, "What is meant for me will not pass my by." "What is meant for me will not pass me by." 

As we scroll through whatever we scroll through and come across little bits of inspiration we should stop for a second and think, "ok, what does that even mean?"  Pretty little words can be encouraging when they are true, but they can be deception when they are not true.  That deception can keep us headed in a wrong direction.  When we apply pretty little words that are not true, it can be like putting our hands over our ears and singing "la la la la la" to drown out true words that are spoken to us. True words that would lift us from a pit, instead of make us comfortable in it. When words are true they set us free.  When words are not true they keep us chained.

What would it take for these particular words to be True or Not True. "What is meant for you will not pass you by."

Well, first who is it that has what is meant for you?  Where is what is meant for you currently? Who put what is meant for you in motion so that it is heading toward you? Is it God? Is it your own personal output? Is it chance?  Is chance a thing?  Does the word "meant" cancel out the word "chance?" Just a few questions.

If you do believe in God, and you believe God, then you probably believe somewhere in your gut that God has a plan.  Do your life and actions demonstrate that belief, or is that belief somewhere over on the sidelines as you go about running plays? His Word says He created each of us for a purpose. Each of us has a plan.  That blows my mind because there are a whole lot of "us."  But, we don't have to be able to grasp it in order to trust it.  In faith, we step out and experience it, and then our trust and faith are confirmed.

Here is the thing though about the pretty little words above:
What is meant for you can and will pass you by.

If we believe God has the hand in what is meant for us,
then unless we position ourselves in His hand,
our meant for us will pass right by. 

His meant isn't about a specific person, place or thing.  His meant has so much more to do with our hearts in any circumstance, (as Paul said Read Philippians 4), than it does with our specific circumstances. But, as we begin to live out our meant... specific people, places and things do come with it.  Not the other way around.

Our eternal salvation is not contingent on continually being placed well. The moment we are placed in Christ that is secure whether we are a Christian (follower of Christ) on milk or meat. God's grace is amazing.  The cross of Christ was sufficient for eternity.  But, rather, it's what was and is "meant" for us in this life.

It's our unique path and purpose determined by our Creator that can be missed.  He tells us He will guide us if we walk in faith and let His Word light the way.  His true Word. It is a tragedy if we let ourselves be satisfied with being sedated by pretty little words as we walk along any old path.

We should demand our path; cutting through bull and distraction, temptation and rejection, trekking mountains and valleys with faces set like flint to get on our path. Wherever you sit or walk today you can begin to go after it. There is no age limit. There is no righteousness requirement.  It's a choice and determination.  It doesn't mean all of your circumstances will change. It means your whole life will change even in your existing circumstances.  That is what God does when we say the word yes.

  • Then, those pretty little words are true. 
  • Then, we can know that we are directly in the path of our "meant." In plenty or in want. 
  • Then, even when confusing, we can rest in the sovereignty of the One who created us for a purpose.
  • Then, there is peace.  

This Guy Missed His Meant For Him...
In Luke 18 there is a story of the rich ruler who asked Jesus what he must do to inherit eternal life. (Luke 18:18-30) He asked Jesus because he believed Jesus was good. He believed Jesus was the right one to ask, and that he had the answers.  If this rich ruler was scrolling through reading inspirational quotes from Jesus he would have shared them on his own wall, tweeted them to his followers, posted the picture on his own site and would have been inspired, too.  But, apparently, when it came down to the get down, the rich ruler was satisfied with just the pretty little words.  He was not ready to actually follow them into the path of what was meant for him.  Jesus told him to get rid of what was in between them (for him, it was wealth), and "Come, and follow me." 

Not everyone in scripture got the specific game plan of "come and follow me" during Christ's life on earth. Some people he healed and then told them to go and tell everyone.  Some people he healed and then told them to go and not tell anyone.  Some people he taught then walked away from and on to the next village to teach others.  But, to some, he said, "come, follow me."  Here was this ruler's meant for him handed to him through the Words of Christ himself.  The ruler hung his head in sadness. He chose otherwise because in his understanding the cost was too great.  He went home to the life of his choosing, that probably still blessed him with fruits of this earth, but he missed what was meant. One life was maybe way more comfortable than the other, but assuredly way less fulfilling than if he was fulfilling his meant for him. He had the freedom to choose.  So do we.    

These pretty little words were not true for the rich ruler. If he went back to the house after his encounter with Jesus and wrote them on his bathroom mirror to encourage his heart... then these pretty little words would have been his deception that kept him on the wrong path.  There are a lot of examples of people missing their meant for them in the Bible: King Saul, Samson. And, there are a lot of examples of people stepping into their meant for them by faith and obedience: Ruth, Paul.

Will these pretty little words be true or not true for you?  Every single morning we have the opportunity to choose them to be true as we lay down reins we think we hold and take faith steps toward the One who holds what is meant for us.

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Maybe I was somewhere between 4 and six years old?  I made a decision of something I was going to do, so I walked through our little open plan living room with multi-colored orangey shag carpet.  Stepped down one little step, passed my dad where he was watching the news (boring), then stepped up another little step in the dining room kitchen area where my mom was at the stove making dinner.  I'm fairly certain some canned corn would have been in one pot, along with a recipe calling for ground hamburger meat in a skillet.  

"Mom, I'm going over to Wendy's house."  Wendy was a few years older than me and the coolest. We lived on opposite sides of a cul-de-sac where every house was filled with either an elderly couple or a young family.  Wendy had a big black dog named Bosco that scared the ever-living out of me, but Wendy letting me play at her house was worth facing the fear.  And, I decided right then was the time to get on my big wheel and go see what was up.  

"Not now.  We are getting ready to have dinner," mom said. Whaaatt?  I'm not sure if I sassed her right to her face or not, but apparently, it was brewing inside of me.  I turned from her.  Walked back through the dining/kitchen area, stomped down the little step into the living room and over to my Dad.  

"Dad, can I go over to Wendy's house?"  He said, "I just heard your momma tell you no. So, no, not right now, dinner is almost ready."  (Some of the recreated dialogue here may or may not be exactly accurate.)  So, I turned from him.  Started to stomp back across the shag toward the little step up out of the living room, when the evil spirit of back-talk overcame me, and I made a poor choice.  I turned back to him and said, "Fine, now I hate you and momma both." You guys, my dad can get up out of a recliner so fast!!  If recliner dismount were an Olympic sport.... 
This was not that moment, but the turn and hand on hip placement I am posing here may have been similar to give a little visual.
I had a little time in my room with a bit of a bruised ego, self-indignation, and red backside to think about the turn of events that had just played out.  And now, we have had years of using that line in much more light-hearted moments with each other.  

I was making plans without their input.  They already had plans for me.  Plans for dinner with corn and hamburger.  Plans to sit with me at the table and talk about the day.  Plans to put a little pat of butter on my bread and pour me a glass of sweet tea.  Good plans for me.

Maybe they would have let me go to Wendy's house all along when the time was right.  But, I jumped ahead and wrecked it. 

I had a conversation this week with a friend and we talked about making plans.  We try to make so many plans based on our own understanding.  Based on how cool Wendy from the block is.  Based on where we want to be, in case we don't get to do what we want to do.  We need money. We want purpose, and we try to figure out all the ways to make that happen.  And, we make our plans.

We stop by Jesus at that stove making us dinner and announce our plans, and then when he tries to shepherd us from the recliner as he sees us walking toward trouble... we stiff arm and back talk because we wanna do what we wanna do.  Or, we want to do what we think we need to do because we aren't sure he has the best intentions for us.  I neeeed to go to Wendy's. That's where the cool is at. In my own understanding that is the right next move.  Don't tell me no.

What plans are you making?  Who are you talking to about them?  His Word tells us He has plans already in the works, and they are good.  Sometimes if feels like we should be taking a little more charge over our plans.  Take a few big kid steps.  But, you might miss dinner if you do.  

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5  

He can only make your paths straight if he actually does have a destination planned for you. And, you will only get there if you actually trust him and allow him to lead. I wish I would have fully learned that lesson right there in that shaggy carpeted living room. But, it has taken a little history between us for me to learn that what He has is best and that He will get me where He has planned for me. 

If you can identify at all, then reading all of Proverbs 3 may be encouraging to you today.  Read Proverbs 3  

Think about things, but let the Lord establish your steps. 
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Last night at a class I’ve been attending at church, we were reminded to surround ourselves with the right people for our journey.  Those who help develop, encourage and grow us.  Which went right along with some other things I’ve been studying and thinking about.  The opposite of those who develop, encourage and grow us are those who don’t.  Those who discourage our convictions, enable our destructive appetites and weaken our character and dignity and possibly our dependence on God. Let’s call them Bathsheba Fetchers.  The word “fetcher” is not in the King’s English I’m sure, but it paints the right picture.

2 Samuel 11

vs. 3  “And David sent and inquired about the woman.  And one said, “is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?” (Bathsheba Fetcher #1)

vs. 4  “So David sent messengers and took her…” (Multiple Bathsheba Fetchers)

Bathsheba Fetcher #1 – He answered David’s question honestly.  But Scripture doesn’t tell us if he spoke truth with a capital T.  At the end of this ordeal Bathsheba Fetcher #1 could say – “I told David that was Uriah’s wife,” and he could feel pretty good about himself.  Safe.  He answered what he was asked.  Conscience absolved.  But, he didn’t speak the full truth to David that we know of.  Which could have sounded something like this:  “King David, that is the wife of Uriah, one of your most loyal and valuable leaders. Don't go there. Come in from the roof and pull the curtain.  Flee.  This is not ok.  Brothers before others, David.  Quit talking crazy.  We need to get you out of this castle for a minute and go get some coffee and talk about this temptation you are experiencing.  Let's get it out of your gut so it can quit driving your thoughts. Remember who you are and Who’s you are. I beg you David…don’t do this.” But, we don’t read about this happening.

Bathsheba Fetcher #1 was a first line of defense that missed the tackle.  We are not sure why.  Was he afraid for his job?  Was his identity so wrapped up in his position in David’s court that he dared not question the king?  Did he have ambition to climb the king’s ladder? Did he just misunderstand his responsibility?  Did he think at all cost he was to serve David, God’s chosen, instead of at all cost he was to serve God?  We don’t know his motivation, but we do know the consequence.

Are you on defense for the Lord’s chosen around you?  Are you safely honest, but not boldly truthful?

The next line of defense are those Bathsheba Fetchers who don’t just let you slide by when you are walking out the door headed toward destruction...  They are the ones who open the door for you and run to help bring destruction to you.  They are not your friends.  When the enemy sees the first cracks in the defense opened by the ear tickling whispers/and half hearted self-saving honesty of friends who are not your friend, this second line of Bathsheba Fetchers help break the the field wide open.
We’ll fetch Bathsheba for you David. 
We’ll stroke your pride and ego, instead of encouraging you in humility.
We’ll remind you of who you are, instead of reminding you of who God is.
We’ll help take what you want, instead of protect you from losing God’s kingdom entrusted to you.

If your friend asks you to fetch Bathsheba:
- someone else’s spouse
- glory that isn’t theirs
- feed their destructive appetite

Don’t do it.

Be like Nathan who was honest and spoke truth to help draw David to repentance and restoration.  Nathan didn’t go to David on his own.  God, out of His lovingkindness called Nathan to David.  God didn’t hate David for his fall, God did everything possible to lift him up out of it.  “And The Lord sent Nathan to David…” (Read 2 Samuel 12) When the world weakens our defenses, The Lord is our defense.  And, when the world weakens defenses, God is looking for Nathans.

If you are asking your friends to fetch Bathsheba to:
- condone your destructive appetites
- feed your ego
- hide your sin
- justify your actions

Stop it.

If The Lord has sent you a Nathan. Listen to him.  Confess. Repent.  Be washed and through with that mess.

Or, don’t.

Long before David fetched Bathsheba, Saul sent people out to fetch David to kill him. Saul had fetchers of his own.  Saul was blinded by ego and greed and paranoia.  He surrounded himself by people that fed these things, except for his son.  Jonathan spoke honestly and truthfully with Saul. (Read 1 Samuel 19) But, Saul didn’t listen and he lost everything. (His disobedience began here: (Read 1 Samuel 13) and ended here (Read 1 Samuel 31)

David sinned. But, he listened. And through Christ, his kingdom is enthroned still.

Are you Saul? Are you David?  Are you Nathan? Are you fetching Bathsheba?

Man may ask you to fetch Bathsheba, but only God can call a Jonathan or a Nathan.  Pray.  We can ask The Lord to show us where we are in the narrative.  Not all of us are called to stand before kings and speak the honest truth, but we are all called to pray for those who enter their court.

"But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."
Matthew 6:33

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Last week while at a conference in North Carolina, I had the opportunity to capture a few moments at a kingdom on earth...





It was beautiful, and only a foretaste.
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The image of, or maybe it was the feeling of, taking a deep first breath came to my mind the other day as I was reading.  That thought or memory of taking a deep breath after holding my breath for a while stuck with me and made me think of different first breaths I've taken.

What first breaths can you recall?  Memorable first breaths follow memorable times of anticipation. Anticipation is generated when something is desired or hoped for, and when it is realized we can finally breathe deep, filling our lungs with air and relief.  

Can you remember the feeling of that first breath after:
  • staying under water for just a second or two, too long
  • checking the bank account to see that everything cleared
  • passing the highway patrol lead-footed and not see his lights begin flashing
  • seeing a passing score on a difficult exam 
  • the shot swishes through the hoop at the buzzer #whynot
  • getting up and walking off what could have been a serious injury
  • getting the job desperately desired
  • hearing the baby cry for the first time
  • the surgery is over and successful
  • the plane touches down on the tarmac 
Here is what I was reading that made me think about a first breath:

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead..." (1 Peter 1:3)

I had not specifically/intentionally considered that moment of resurrection before. I've thought about Jesus' last breath on the cross, but, the images in my mind usually jump from the cross to him robed in white making himself known to Mary, the Apostles, Thomas when he doubted, and crowds of hundreds who would be eyewitnesses to his resurrection.   (1 Corinthians 15:3-11) (Read Paul's list of those to whom Jesus appeared)

According to Scripture, His death was long and agonizing. (Read What Happened) His lungs, after being drowned on the cross, were lifeless and dead, but then ... filled again.   Since he was not spared the pain of death, I wonder if He also tangibly experienced the wonder of resurrection in that moment new life occurred. I mean, did he just "zap" go from death wrap to white robe? Or, did his lungs fill slowly as the Father breathed life back into him, like when He first breathed life into Adam? Did Jesus gasp as air and life returned, or did he just awaken and arise? As I take a minute to think of that moment of resurrection, I imagine he felt the joy of that long awaited breath.

  • Breathing in deep when what you hoped is made real
  • New life breathed into what had been dead
  • Being made right with God through faith in His plan for salvation: Jesus the Messiah
Reading 1 Peter this week led me to think about that first breath that followed those moments of anticipation after his last breath while hanging on the cross.  The Bible doesn't describe for us the moment of resurrection.  These are just my wonderings. But, however it happened ...what a first breath that was.  That first breath resurrected life in Him and defeated death for us.

As we reconcile His life, death, and resurrection to the prophecy that foretold him, as we consider the lives of those first generation eye witnesses who gave everything to tell of Him, we have a choice to believe or not.  I believe.

As believers in Christ, our last breath is also promised to be followed by a first breath that we will take in His presence. John. Toots. Corky. Karla. My people who have taken their first breath because Jesus took his. Who are some of your people? Do you have this promise for yourself? Do your children have it? It's there to receive, but you have to come and take it.  This weekend we celebrate his resurrection, so it is a good time to get it. Go to church.  Hear the story.  Let your lungs be filled after a long time of anticipation, denial, or stubbornness. You probably know if you fit into one of those or not.  Take a first breath in Him if you haven't already.  

1 Peter 1:6-9 personalized..."In this I rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, I have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of my faith -- more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire -- may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though I do not now see him, I believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of my faith, the salvation of my soul." 

Have you had any trouble breathing? Are you holding your breath in anticipation of either something you dread or hope?  As you commit in faith to believe what was accomplished through Jesus' first breath, I pray that you find what is more precious than gold.  Come what may it is well, and beyond it is well ...it is good.

He breathed that first breath for you, for new life, and lasting hope.

So maybe put on some white patent leather shoes, breathe it in, and celebrate.

Find a squad to celebrate with.  Here is my first super-fly Easter Squad from 1977. I mean, they are on point. Maybe don't dress your baby up like a baby chicken though.  You are supposed to decorate eggs and dress your kids. Just a little reminder.

E Squad '77: Jimmy, Chris, Jennifer and me.
PS. did you know it is "patent" leather and not "patten" leather?  I didn't.

If you are looking for a church to attend in OKC come to North. We'll be there. North Church Website

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How do you know if that recipe you just downloaded for the best lemon cake on the planet, really is? Could it be a better recipe than the one you already have?  How can you know it's not? Sometimes we have really strong opinions about things that we haven't even baked for ourselves. I'm not trying to climb up in your oven, but maybe it's time to turn it on and do a little baking.

I have this lemon cake recipe ... 

If you don't want to bake the cake yourself, will you just slip into this pair of shoes I try to share with you through this blog and walk around in them for a minute?  Maybe if you put them on you might get a feel for how this cake tastes.

Disclaimer: I'm not the first person to bake this cake, and these are used shoes. 

Lemon Cake Recipe: 

  • Read the Bible every day. You hear OF him, but you can read the Bible to hear FROM him.
    • Just start somewhere. Ask God to help you understand. 
    • Download a Bible APP like "First 5" App with Lysa Terkeurst.  It's one of my favorites.
    • I write out whatever passage I'm reading in the morning because I like to write with a pen on paper. Like taking notes, it helps me process.  Then I write what questions I had, or I write down what stuck out to me.  It's part of a morning conversation over coffee. Have I mentioned before I like coffee and conversation?  
  • Listen and Watch. DO what you learn...       Not like Algebra.
    • There will be ways to apply His Word in your daily life that will help you through decisions, sorrows, joys.  
    • You can share how you are encouraged with someone else to help them in decisions, sorrows, joys.
  • Be changed, in a good way. Don't read to be Smart, read to be Real.
    • This world is difficult to understand.  When we are confused, we often wonder where is God and what is he doing.  Hearing soundbites and blurbs don't help you know His Word or Him any better, reading the Bible helps us know him more.  I shouldn't really comment on Harry Potter books because I've never read those books. How do I know if they are great or not?
Have you baked this recipe before?

Here is a story of how it turned out for me once upon a time.

My Used Shoes:

Two weeks ago I was flying my first flights of the year.  Straight south. Same time zone. Less than a week away.  I was excited that it seemed like a light schedule. On our way to Mexico, my playlist played through to "It Is Well" by Bethel Music.  I didn't feel a heaviness on my heart that day that was soothed by the words it is well.  But, the song was sinking in deep, so I hit the repeat button for and listened to it over and over and over for both flights. 

We arrived in Mexico to news that the number of attendees we had planned to join in a small room the next morning had tripled and moved to a new venue.  (My instant go-to insecure thoughts: my clothes are dumb and I'm not ready for a larger audience.  I talk with my hands too much for more people to join us. Someone real should've come.) The words of the song from that day came back to my mind:  "Let go my soul and trust in Him. The waves and wind still know his name."  The song I didn't need, I all of a sudden needed.

There was no coffee and it wasn't morning, but I had a conversation with Him about it.

"Ok. So, what you have prepared for me to share is the same in a small room as a big room, but the responsibility seems to have tripled.  But, I know you are not punking them. It's never me.  It's always you. Whatever you spoke to their heart to bring them here, you are faithful and you will do it. I will be as confident in the small room as the big room because you are my confidence. Not my nerd skirt.  Not my over exaggerated hand motions as I act out the words I speak. You. I was expecting calm seas. Run down here to Mexico and knock it out. Manageable in my mind. But, the wind has kicked up and there are waves and what if I sink? I came here thinking I was doing this for you, but find myself in desperate need of you, again and again and again. Thank you for every moment that reminds me of this. 'Through it all my eyes are on you, and it is well with with me.'"

The next morning I woke up, made a double instant Folgers travel packet coffee with my plug-in heating element and a borrowed cup and saucer from the restaurant and got my Bible out to hear from him.  I'm in Luke. Going through pieces of each chapter each day, writing it out.  That morning in Mexico I picked up where I had left off the day before. In the same book, I had been in for weeks. And, here is the story it happened to be:

"One day he got into a boat with his disciples, and he said to them, "let us go across to the other side of the lake."  So they set out, and as they sailed he fell asleep.  And a windstorm came down on the lake, and they were filling with water and were in danger.  And they went and woke him, saying "Master, Master, we are perishing!" And he awoke and rebuked the wind and the raging waves, and they ceased, and there was a calm.  He said to them, "Where is your faith?" And they were afraid, and they marveled, saying to one another, "Who then is this, that he commands even winds and water, and they obey him?"  Luke 8:22-25

OOOOkaaaaaaay.  Where is your faith, Haley?
It's right there in Jesus' boat. In that song. In that scripture. In my Savior. And, it's growing still.

The song He stuck in my head the day before, He spoke to my heart the morning of.  Ready to apply it, because I had read it, heard it, believed it. Kind of like when you follow the recipe for the best lemon cake on the planet ...you get cake.

If we don't listen, we won't hear.  If we don't read His Word, we won't experience Him fully. If we don't seek Him, we won't find Him. If you don't taste, you won't see.

I went to that big room that morning excited, not anxious.  The waves and wind were calmed by His voice.  What was he going to do in that place?  I wanted to be part of it. What was He going to do that He would speak to even my heart? I was excited to see.  In a room that grew smaller with each moment that we spent together... Jesus made the best lemon cake. 

Click Here to Listen and Watch Bethel's "It Is Well"

When the waves and the wind were over, we spent some lovely moments growing deeper in love with the people and the place. I took some pictures along the journey. Following Him is my favorite.

Blending like a local at Chichen Itza.
 




The name of this place is Ik Kil.  It's lovelier than it sounds.
 

We visited a natural habitat for pink flamingos. :) 

This is the second time in my life I've been in a mangrove.  I did not fall in this time, but I did see a crocodile again.  
This pastor was part of our training.  It was his brother who took us out on the boat.  Then his father-in-law fried us some fish for lunch and his wife and family joined us. New listing in my favorite moments.
 
 
Our last supper with the seminary students.  They tried to kill me with the habanero sauce in this bowl.  But, I lived. 
I hope you are encouraged to turn your oven on in your own shoes this week.
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When I think something is a good deal, or exciting, or something interesting people should try I like to mention it.   Sometimes when people mention stuff, or want you to listen to something, you just don't want to.  Like my Riann and a certain 90's Christian music band that she always wanted me to listen to when we were kids.  The more she suggested it, the more I didn't want to; until I did, and then I liked them.  You may find some of these thoughts and suggestions interesting enough to try, or you may not.  Suit yourself.  But for instance...

Thai food.  If you grew up in Oklahoma it is likely you did not have a taste of Thai cuisine until recent years. Maybe I'm wrong about that. Maybe you have, but in case not ...It's really delicious.  I like flavors of spicy with sweet, and Thai food offers this combination. If you haven't tried it, I would suggest it. Do you remember being hesitant about trying the new Hunan place when it first hit your town?  And, then you did, and then you were like, "I love Hunans!"?

Mumford & Sons.  Right now, my shoulders are shrugged up and I'm confused at my own thought that someone may not understand their genius. I can't. So, I'm not even sure what to type here. They go without saying.

Recently there was a recipe for spaghetti squash with peas and bacon.  I forwarded it to a few people. Believing God, by Beth Moore and The Grace Awakening, by Charles Swindoll, Cure For The Common Life, by Max Lucado...I've bought and given a few copies of those. My Realtor from last year, Brad Boone. I've handed his name around for those interested in finding a home. The cult classic movie about a radio station's truck giveaway promotion in the little town of Longview, TX. "If you can't play with the big dogs, get on the porch with the puppies." - RIP Bennie. Words to live by.   The name of it is a bit distracting, but you can google it. I have it on VHS and still have a VHS player so I can watch it sometimes.

I like good coffee and cute places to drink it. I choose my morning coffee cup based on my awakening mood.  I think it helps my day get started well, and I would suggest that to others. You don't have to do this, its just a suggestion. We share what we experience. Based on my experience, I would say don't drink coffee out of a boring cup.  You could get one that is pink, with delicate filigree looking vines and the words "Be Awesome" inscribed in gold. Get it for $3 at TJ Maxx like I did. Then drink your coffee out of it and be awesome. I drank out of it this morning.  I'm going to wash it and drink out of it again in the morning. A good coffee cup, like a good song, can take me to places, people or things I like to think about, so sometimes I drink out of one on repeat.


That product placement picture brings me to Instagram.  I highly suggest Instagram.  I used to dabble in photoshop. Now, click click and my pictures are done. Click, click, is all the time I want to spend on them. And, with Chatbooks, every 60 pictures I get a book in the mail for $8. Then, I can go back through my memories of this life, and this time, and while sitting still I can soak in all that the Lord has done and I am every day amazed.  Someday these Chatbooks may be on a shelf at an antique/second-hand store along with the rest of my things. They could be stacked next to the thousands of gently and greatly loved items, just like the ones I like to sift through at local antique shops.  Proof again, none of us can take it with us. And, that was my way of mentioning how much I like antique stores.  I would so much rather look at and have something with a little history than something shiny and new. Most of the time.

I'm not even going to mention www.ancestry.com.  I don't think it's uncool at all that I know my own DNA profile.  If you want to debate or discuss it, I will.  I like a good strong conversation. I've been known to speak frankly and appreciate it in others. Most of the time. Also, I realize I mentioned www.ancestry.com after saying I wasn't going to mention it.

Below is a tree I drive by often.  It stands by itself far away from any other tree, and it is beautiful to me. It was especially beautiful draped in this cloudy sunset. I passed it once the night I took this photo, drove until I could turn around, and then went back to capture the picture. Something else I would suggest.  I've never once regretted stopping to get a picture.  I have regretted a few pictures I didn't go back and get. Probably a metaphorical life lesson in there somewhere. If that makes you think of something you regret passing by, go back for it.  If what you regret passing by is not something you would want to be posted on a billboard in front of your grandma's house, leave it passed by. Then, maybe pray a little bit about why you regret something your grandma wouldn't approve of.


I also liked year 40.  It's over tonight. It wasn't scary. It wasn't depressing.  It was really a bit like ripping a bandaid off.  The fear of it was much worse than "it," itself.  I don't mean when you slooowly peel a bandaid off and with each tug, your fear of pain is realized. That's when the pain is just as bad as the fear. I mean when you grab ahold of it and rip it off fast.  When it's over in a second and you can breathe and realize, that didn't hurt.  #thatwas40.  When I opened my eyes to it a year ago tomorrow, the drama leading up to the moment ripped off fast and it's been pretty great.

Along with these other thoughts and suggestions, for those of you coming up to 40, or 41, rip it off and enjoy it. Just a thought. A suggestion. Suit yourself.

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Peter, John, Jude, James, Paul. In letters they wrote to the early Church they often referred to the intended readers as “beloved.”  The definition of beloved is: “dearly loved, a much-loved person.”
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As I sat at the round kitchen table drinking a tiny cup of strong coffee made from beans grown close to where we gathered, I listened to the conversation being spoken between new friends. A few of the words I could understand, but most of them went beyond my high school Spanish comprehension. Not understanding the language never seems to matter much on these trips, and it didn’t this time either. The back door was open. A cool breeze pulled through the open windows and high ceilings and moved around some of the sweaty hair sticking to my neck. My bare feet rested on the faded, but still beautiful, tile floors that were laid in this home built well before the revolution that still shapes the landscape and character of Cuba. In many ways, it’s as if that revolution happened only moments ago. Occasionally, someone compassionately stopped to explain a bit of what was being said, but I didn’t really need to know. I was content to just listen, rest and sip my coffee.

We had just arrived in Havana, and even on the short ride to the home of our hosts, I was enchanted by Cuba. Enchanted is not an everyday word I use, but as I’m trying to think of a way to describe how I felt, that keeps coming to mind. It is kind of like stepping into the pages of 1950’s full-color storybook. Let’s say that storybook has maybe had a little coffee spilled on it. Maybe it was left open in the sun and some pages have become faded. Maybe it has been read so many times that it’s a little worn from the wear of the hands of readers. Pages creased. A few torn edges. It’s still a beautiful story that you want to keep reading and see the detailed pictures on each page because it is just so fascinating. Tragedy and triumph. Generals and God. Full of people. Full of life. Worn-in and vibrant.

Conversations were often qualified with “before the revolution” or “after the revolution” as we learned about the country, the people, and the Church. It all seems very current. I listened as one man who was present before and after the 60's, patriotically and vividly share details with us of life and culture “before and after.” Later, I heard a next generation family member of his use the very language he had used when talking with us about their homeland. Her second-hand account held much of the same passion as his. They love their country. There are things they want to stay the same, and things they would like to be different. Not unlike any other country in the world. They love one another. They serve a high order to be faithful in prosperity and adversity. The people we met are men and women of integrity that teach and follow the way of God in accordance with the truth. Not easily swayed. They respect and follow the governance of their citizenship. (Matthew 22:15-22)  I was so blessed to meet with them and hear their stories and to serve with them on the seminary grounds that is a sister seminary to Southwestern.  Many have gone before us, both here and there, to make our ministry today possible. God is faithful to the generations to come.

We discussed our faith, devotion, and ministries, and shared bits of our lives over the breakfast table (where there was always leche con chocolate), during our days of training, and in circled up chairs late into the night. We found our love for the Lord gave us a love for one another. For anyone who has ever had the opportunity to serve someone, or serve with someone in His name, you know this love that grows between you. That heart you get for the one with whom you share His hope, grace, mercy and Word. The Lord’s plans so far have given me the opportunity to drop in on these scenes in many places with many different people, and share glimpses of His creation and consistent faithfulness through stories. Some of you grow deep roots in an ongoing scene serving with familiar faces in your home, community, and church. I hope some of your moments with them are called to mind today: the people you have served and served beside, sat with in circles of chairs, the meals prepared and shared, the faith-filled conversations, and the Lord whom you first loved. Maybe you had forgotten?  Remember.  I pray you are reminded to be thankful for them wherever and whenever your story together took place. From Ponca to Cuba, and everywhere in between, I’m thankful.

Here are a few favorite pictures from my Cuban storybook.

















Side Note:  Just this month American Airlines began routes into Cuba.  It is about a 45-minute flight from Miami. There are many resorts on the island and it has been a favorite holiday spot for people of other countries for many years. Just a thought, if you are looking for a new place to visit. 

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Over the past few months, I’ve traveled new streets, alleys, subways, stairways on mountainsides, beaches, and aisles in various places around Asia. I’ve walked beside friends who speak different languages, but are of the same heart, and walked past strangers with the only resemblance being our humanity. Smells of fish markets, sewage, incense and flowers; sights of tall buildings, small shacks, sweet smiles, blank stares, bright colors, and filth have all swirled around in my thoughts. We have been to places where women are treated like cattle and places where cattle are treated as gods. Some of these places are beautiful; others are barren. These contrasts of people and places are as consistent as the similarities.

Everywhere we go people are following. They are following their culture, their heritage, and their religious or non-religious ideologies. Some are following their passions, their educational opportunities, or their chance for freedom. No one is sitting still. Every person, even the lame and the beggars on the sides of roads are following whatever system has been laid before them. We like to think we are autonomous, but we govern ourselves within the concepts to which we have been offered. We all follow what we have been taught, what we have believed, or what we have experienced. 


















In many of the places we have visited, people have been taught to follow various religions. Humanity is made to seek a purpose in life, and we seem to have a habit of creating to-do lists in the hopes of finding a good one. Some people seek everything but God, in a sort of protest to those they think represent him. There are so many life plans that could be followed. I’ve seen people who follow their ancestors into temples with images carved by man, where birds nest and desecrate, and where the god they serve is silent. People sometimes follow celebrities, prophets, and regimes. In many places, people have little choice but to follow the cultural or religious expectations of them based on caste, gender or birth order. People are often tempted to follow popularity as if popularity equaled truth and purpose. The plans for living and rules for religion are so drastically different. I could never comprehend, debate, or convince someone born in a reality so different than mine, rather they live in my state or on another continent, to view the world, or God, as I do. Thankfully, convincing is not my job. Sharing the message so that others are presented the same option I’ve been given and chosen, and represent that well with my life, is my job. Once the message is shared there is another voice there to convince, and my life is only one testimony in a very large ocean of testimonies. 









Here are two things I’ve found that strengthens my faith instead of proving it false in all these different places: 1) God’s Word is always proven true. 2) There is one common voice that can be heard above all the issues and expectations of this life no matter the location. It’s not a cool voice from the nightly news that resounds around the world. No government official, celebrity, or even preacher (except maybe Billy) has a voice that resonates across cultures and continents. The lives of people recovering from an earthquake, a woman rescued from slavery, a child who lost parents, the sick, the brokenhearted, the lonely, are not transformed by an enlightening or witty tweet. Those who met Jesus in their dreams chose to follow him, and are now desperate to keep their life don’t really have time to fight for their proclaimed right to take one. Issues do not unite us. Issues are like plays on a stage where the curtain will eventually come down. We can get so wrapped up in a scene that we forget to plan where we are going when it’s over. It’s good to get into the scenes where we live and work together, but issues are geographically and socioeconomically confined. They can be a temporal distraction from the eternal real issue for humanity: The Lord, Jesus. 

Jesus, true Jesus, comes with a voice that unites people across all boundaries, plans, and presumptions.  Respectfully, if you say that isn’t true then you haven’t been hearing him.  You have been listening to other voices.  Many say they represent his voice, but their hate, their selfishness, their complete disregard for his Word for the proclaimed sake of tolerance or kindness, proves their hearts otherwise.  Jesus teaches us to view the world as He does, and reveals to us more about who He is through his Word and one another. Following him is the only plan that has consistent relevance in the gutters of India, the high rises of Hong Kong, and I believe the streets of America. 

It’s amazing to me that people can follow him the same way in such different places, even though he did tell us in his Word that we would recognize his voice, follow him, and that he would know us (John 10:27).  It’s still amazing to see this similarity of purpose, this same path and shepherd followed, in pastors in the Himalayas of Asia and mothers in the Serengeti of Africa. It’s that voice that my friends on completely different continents, with completely different life plans, have heard.  This unity of vision and purpose and heart is miraculous. Many people I’ve met cannot even consider the Western concept of effecting change on their government or social standing through education or elections.  Where options are so few, things become so clear.  His voice has so much less competition.  Our human hope cannot be in anything that is irrelevant to some of us, or only applicable to a few of us. With all the exclusivity we see, only Jesus is all inclusive.  Respectfully, if you do not see that, you are looking at someone other than him.  He does expect us to follow him, though, as he spans all time and eternity, he sees the big picture of creation.  It is not supposed to be the other way around, no matter how entitled we may think we are. It takes faith to choose him.  Steps of faith can be hard to take, but he is faithful every time.  So then the next steps of faith are taken alongside experience.  The steps get easier and easier.  I can testify.

When I am tempted with doubt, when I wonder where he is, when others reject or ignore my value or yours, he is near.  He is near the souls I have met these past few months.  He loves the same, his Word is the same, and his voice is the same. That can’t always be said of those of us who follow him.  But, it can always be said of him.  He never changes geographically or socioeconomically.

Generations see either the blessing of those who follow the Lord or they see the depravity of those who do not follow him.  This has been told to us in his Word (Exodus 34:6-7 for instance) and confirmed everywhere I’ve been.  Which isn’t every-where, but, God has made the way for me to see 29 countries in these past 5 years with number 30 coming this weekend. I always pray to understand what He is teaching me, to share what I believe, what I’ve learned, what I’ve experienced. Our lives are not our own, they are for his glory. His blessing, as we follow him, is as constant as the removal of his blessing when we choose to disregard him. Many of us have seen that, too. He is the blessing and with him comes increasing joy, love, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness and self-control. Who you follow matters.  It matters today and tomorrow and the next tomorrow. Everyone is following someone.  Someone is probably following you.  Where are you taking them?






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