‘Tis the Season for Holiday Triggers.
We all have them, to some degree or another! We tend to look at them as a detriment, or maybe we even condemn ourselves for responding with anger or tears.
Well, I am here to say, these kind of triggers actually come with great benefits. And, I hope to help you look at them in a different way.
The One who takes authority over all chaos, has blessed me today as I walk in peace amid those under the strongman of drug addiction, con-artistry, and others who are in bondage to the falsity of evil.
The ones who need to be set free.
The past few years have been some of the most challenging, yet they have also lead to the deepest healing I’ve ever experienced. To be able to walk “free” amid the dysfunction of my family is exactly what God intended. After serving Him in Africa for a few months, He called me back to my family home. It was time to deal with the what hurt inside of my heart. The places that clouded what I could see.
As the locust have continued to chomp, chomp, chomp amid it all, God has said, “Trust Me!”
So, I have.
Utah High Desert
My dry bones lay on the battle floor.
Inside of me.
After the fire. The war.
That burned away the flesh.
Laid on God’s altar.
Submission requires so much rest.
To die. To surrender.
Peace, at best.
I literally left everything that I worked for on God’s altar to follow Him to–“wherever.” That was in 2000, and “wherever” happened to be 2000 miles from my “home.”
Now, this wasn’t an easy, smeasy letting go. I didn’t simply hear, listen and obey, and walk in peace.
My release required explosions (more than one) and a bit of medical drama (too many to mention). And, the kindness of the Lord amid it all.
Yet, the biggest turning point (explosion & medical drama) happened on February 12, 2000.
While riding a snowmobile in Island Park, Idaho, I drove the “sled” full-throttle into the guide wires of an electrical pole at the end of a trail.
After midnight. In a blizzard.
My heart is broken.
More so than at any other time.
Circumstances are not the matter,
as long as it’s for what breaks God’s.
And, this definitely does … Continue reading
FollowWalk by faith, and not by sight!
Did I hear you, God? But, it doesn’t look like it!
It’s been a while since I’ve written a post.
Seems like I turned 50, and stopped writing.
It’s kind of true. Life suddenly took on a different direction in business. And, God graciously handed me a new tool to use to process “stuff” amid old, yet new scenery.
Not that it hasn’t been the best, the deepest healing and growing season of my life, because it has.
Not that it hasn’t been fulfilling, because my heart-bucket has overflowed.
And, it’s not that I didn’t want to write, I just didn’t know what to say.
Have you ever tried to change the position in which you sleep…after fifty years?
I am in the process of transitioning from “stomach sleeper” to “back sleeper.” Why? The way that I have been sleeping—spending over 35% of my life, has created pain in my body. This physical posture has caught up with me, and I need to make a change.
This transition reminds me of the mental and emotional challenge of “taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.” [2 Cor 10:5] I’d first read this verse shortly after I joined my women’s Bible study in 1996. But, I could not comprehend what it “looked like.” Friends would say, “focus on what is true … noble … right … pure … lovely … admirable—“ (Phil 4:8) This clearly required action from me. No one else was responsible for how my mind processed situations, entertained thoughts, or how I responded. And, these habits began at birth. I needed this change, but the instructions seemed vague to me. Continue reading