Here’s hoping

The other day, a 3-year-old pointed me and said ‘Jesus!’.  After I made sure that Jesus was not physically in the room, I realized he could see the tattoo on my back that says ‘j’espere’.  (P.S. can I tell you that this kid is obviously a genius because he is three and he knows what the word ‘jesus’ looks like on paper) (P.P.S. my tattoo doesn’t actually say Jesus though, so he’s not like a super genius.)

J’espere may look like Jesus to the untrained eyes of a 3-year-old, but it actually means ‘I hope’ in french.

Worshipping pipes

No matter how you look at it, when you turn the faucet on, the water runs through the pipes.

The water is different from the pipes.  We are kept alive by the water.  We get it through the pipes.

I’m sure that distinction (the by vs. the through) doesn’t feel important.  But I have this theory that the brokenenss around you, your own sin, even the Fall of Mankind – are all linked to our inability to distinguish the through and the by.  IMG_0266

I hear from God

We offer a class at my church called ‘hearing from God’.  I hate it.  Wait, I should say that differently: I love it. I helped write the content. I teach in it occasionally.

But I hate it because I am always the girl who stands in front of the room and points out the irony: I’m teaching on this?? I’m TERRIBLE at hearing from God.Screen Shot 2014-03-13 at 2.09.13 PM

I have ‘heard’ from God about the man I’m going to marry.  Three times.

I have ‘heard’ from God I should stay working in a software company instead of full-time ministry. I work for a church. 

The right refuge

So thankful to all those God gave to help me prep and to pray for Him to move on Tuesday night during my time with the women from Breakaway.

Romans 1:11-12 kept ringing in my head as I drove to College Station on Tuesday.

For I long to see you, that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to strengthen you—that is, that we may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith, both yours and mine. (Romans 1:11-12, ESV)

Inauthentic faith

I know I need to write a blog post.

I would say I even want to write a blog post.

But time and energy are two things that cannot seem to get in the same room at the same time right now.

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I have thoughts – whirling in my mind – thoughts about God and His righteousness and His goodness and His sovereign rule.  I have thoughts about grief and darkness and what it looks like to care for people in the middle of this mess of life.  I have thoughts about doubt and unbelief. I have thoughts about the Word of God; the sword of the Spirit that is an anchor to the soul when the waves wash over you with a force you never dreamed.