Trust Me


On Wednesday night I had the great privilege of sitting in a room with 300 men and women hungry to grow in their love for God.  If that isn’t joy enough, we got to sit under the teaching of Steve Timmis.

One thing about Steve Timmis is that he seems like a crazily well-rounded believer. He’s obviously a gifted missional leader, but He’s also a glorious theologian and, at the same time, a passionate pastor.  Neat-o.tree

He summarized the message of the Bible for us in two words: trust me.

Two reasons to reflect today

At the start of every new year, I pray through this list of questions, answering for the coming year and reflecting on this past one.  I’m a fan of reflection for two reasons:new year

1. Reflecting causes me to be more intentional moving forward.  Every single year when I am asked to identify the ‘biggest time-waster in my life’,  my response is the same: watching tv.

For FIVE YEARS I have known that TV is cannibalizing my life and yet – it still hasn’t changed.  Why?   Because knowing doesn’t equal change.  Identifying the problem is not the same as seeking a solution. The fruit of the Spirit is not ‘self-awareness’ it is ‘self-control’.

Anna’s day 7

I’m addicted to the song “A-team” by Ed Sheeran. Apparently he wrote it about a girl he met at a homeless shelter. They called her Angel. (Hence the double meaning in this gorgeous line: “It’s too cold outside for angels to fly,” which is so brilliant I wish I’d written it. But I’m not that good.)

My favorite line in the song is this one: “The worst things in life come free to us.” I’ve tried to pinpoint why the line gets me every time, why part of me
screams, “Yes! That’s so true!” and another part says, “No! It’s so false!”

Following Truth with truth

In my last post I shared the great and glorious truth that I’m learning in Romans, but today I think it’s time for a different kind of truth.

I’m rebellious.  Really rebellious.

I came on staff at a church over 5 years ago and I found myself face to face with more rules than I liked.  I rebelled.  It got to the point where I would be told to bow my head in prayer, and I would feel resistance in my heart.  To praying.  I’m insane.

My story (part 3).

[10 years ago this week, I was born and to celebrate the occasion I wanted to share this story: my story.  

Catch up on part (1) from Wednesday and part (2) yesterday, and then enjoy the end below!]

Sometimes people ask me how I became a Christian, and I have no qualms telling them the lead up to that night.  But, I don’t really ever talk about that moment.  I guess I don’t really know what to say.  It doesn’t make any sense.  I didn’t come out of that night and praise God with all my heart.  I didn’t attribute any healing to him.  I just went back to the tent and went to sleep.