Response to fear = WORSHIP. This little gem is written in colored chalk just above the door frame directly across from my home office desk. It’s been there so long, it won’t erase. Fear is not who I am. It absolutely does happen to me, occur in me, and takeover my heart and mind at… Continue reading The one where fear broke in.
This is my first picture with Jamie. Just moments before this picture was taken, he tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around to see him standing there, barely looking up at me in his dirty white tank top. I didn’t understand him in his language at the time, but Gabriel helped us communicate. … Continue reading AFRICA ROUND 3, HERE WE GO!!!!!
Yesterday I woke up to the sound of pouring down rain… and I knew. I didn’t know what, but I knew God had something magical and miraculous in store. I could feel His smile. Something like [but bigger than] a breakthrough was coming down with the rain, and it would change my life forever. These… Continue reading Grace like rain…
It is CRAZY to think… yesterday I was sitting in a conference room of a business building, surrounded by inspiring professionals discussing the future of therapy protocols, court cases & the OKC school system… Tomorrow I’ll be spending a few hours with some of my favorite kids & families processing their joys & pains through… Continue reading Time After Time
Jamie is officially TWELVE!!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE SPIRIT OF JOY HE IS RADIATING FROM THE MOMENT HE WOKE UP!!!!! He woke to balloons and of course my glorious singing!! He loved his new backpack full of goodies and candy, got to open letters from his brothers and sisters, a new ipod loaded with… Continue reading #JamieBDayPalooza!!!!!!!!!
October is just around the corner. It’s not just any month for me, but the month I transition from 38-39. I’ve been pondering a few changes and I’ve decided to use the fresh new month to actually implement them. Because I need to practice what I preach – knowledge is not power… APPLICATION of knowledge… Continue reading October: Less face, more book, all the raw.
My sweet son, Jamie led worship this morning. We woke up yet again to the beautiful sounds of Africa outside the window and when I walked into the “dining hall”, there he was. Jamie, this precious child, spending days, weeks, and months without parents around, growing up without the luxuries America affords, completely without my… Continue reading Africa2, Day4: Hassan, Dauda, soccer, culture, marriage & Chris… Brown
