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
Ever hear the phrase, “The Canary in the Mine,” and wondered what it meant?
Before technology allowed for proper ventilation and created sensors to detect harmful levels of toxic gas in coal mines, miners would depend on a canary. Yes, a bird.
A canary is sensitive to carbon monoxide and methane gas. If the canary died, this signaled imminent danger for the miners. They would vacate the mine immediately.
People with chemical sensitivities are the canary for the rest of the world regarding household and hygiene products, artificial fragrances, make-up, foods, and more. Our bodies can’t process artificial stuff, and it causes a back-up in the liver, our whole detoxification system, making us very sick. This has recently been connected to a genetic mutation in PONS1 and MTHFR, causing us to become Non-methylators.
Photo Credit: Paul Chasusa in South Africa
I turn 50 today, and I am thrilled!
Yes, you read that right. THRILLED!!!
Why? Continue reading
Resist the devil and he will flee. [James 4:7]
Many Christians can easily spot when the devil presents a trap that we need to flee while clinging to the power of Christ to overcome.
A seductive scene on TV, a party where alcohol flows as you battle addictions, your favorite dessert passes in front of you at a dinner party when you want to lose some pounds, or an alluring comment from the opposite sex just when your ego needs a boost.
If we are spiritually aware, we can almost see a little red man sticking his pitch-fork across our path trying to make us stumble into sin, which eventually leads to despair.
But there are more subtle tactics that the enemy uses to steal your joy, peace and hope. These are the little foxes that sneak into our lives, running under the radar, yet wrecking havoc on our lives. [Song 2:15]
The milky way showed off amid the darkness of the Mozambique sky. Drums pulsed from the hillside across the street from the Stauber’s house. Witchdoctors from across Africa gather in the Gaza Providence to harness powers from the Indian Ocean. The spiritual battle the Stauber’s face in Xai-Xai [shy-shy] rose up in the night as we gazed into the sky.
Xai Xai Ocean Front
Four of us had driven from Swaziland to visit Pastor Mel and Diane Stauber and their two children for Easter. We learned that when Mel first traveled to Xai-Xai for Celebration Church, he had no intention of moving his family from Austin, Texas to a third world country. He’d simply went there to facilitate a church plant and set up Children’s CupCarePoints to feed and educate children, while seeking a pastor who speaks Portuguese. Instead, he faced a crisis of faith. Before moving his family to Africa in June 2010, Mel found contentment going for missions, yet living in the States. Diane had recently purchased a hair salon with a friend, and her clientele kept her busy. Their children, Rachel and Matthew, attended some of the finest schools in America. Life was good, but Diane could see that her husband left pieces of his heart behind each time he returned from Africa.