We Pour Out What God Pours In

Day 6 Ok, this might come across as a little real, but day six for me was spent recovering from day five. Layla Grace and I were out for the count: she was as sick as I’ve ever seen, and I wasn’t fairing much better. We are better, so thank you to all who prayed. We’ve been a little gun shy with the food now though. Thankfully, last night we had home-made fries as a side. It was one of those “my mind’s telling me no, but my body. My body is telling me yes.” #R.KellyForever My body won this…

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Uganda Day 4

As I type, I am being jostled left and right as I sit midway back on a smallish bus full of my fellow missionaries. It’s so bumpy, I will probably hit the delete key more times than the correct letter keys. But, as I ride along, traveling to Jinja, I’ve had a not so subtle revelation. My key descriptor is “aesthetic.” Before you scroll on and stop reading, I promise this isn’t a self-deprecating post about how I’ll never measure up to how the Ugandan’s grasp contentedness. I mean, I won’t but my point is that maybe we’ve been set…

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Uganda Day Three

  “Turn your eyes upon Jesus Look full on his wonderful face. And the things of earth Will grow strangely dim In the light of his glory and grace.” Newsboys       Each of these passages has come to life for me in a new way. After a church service like I just witnessed it makes sense. The biggest difference between American worship and Ugandan worship can be summed up in one word: humility. We want it. I feel like we are striving, fighting, even at times white knuckling a humble heart, but if it’s taking all that can…

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Uganda Day Two

Day Two Uganda We made it through dinner and then crashed. Jet lag is not for sissies. But, first we spent a great part of the day meeting and hanging out with students at CSI Junior School. With so many of us new to the mission field, our chatter was a popcorn of conversation. We asked and re-asked questions of Wendi: what’s this going to be like? Can we take pictures? Do we have to wear a skirt? How much bug spray should we put on? What if I forget my name? Well, maybe no one went that far, but…

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Uganda Day 1

#ohuganda We’ve been here for all of three minutes, and you are already so good to us. Imagine the best trip home you’ve ever had. Maybe your grandmother met you in the drive as you pulled up in your car, and she wrapped her arms around you in the hug you didn’t even know you needed. You released the breath you didn’t know you had been holding in because of the busyness of every day. She hurries you in to the dining room where your favorite meal is waiting. And then she tops it off with your favorite, fresh-from-the-oven, cookies.…

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I Totally Chickened Out: Thank Your Everybody

I admired something on my Instagram story because it was right in the middle of the day when I knew most of you wouldn’t be available to watch. Plus, I knew it would disappear in 24 hours, and there would be no proof that I was a total clown on live radio. Last week was launch week. Translation, I am tired and my words escape me. Especially when it’s 7 aye em and my coffee is still brewing. There was this whole plan. I was going to wake up 30 minutes earlier than I did. I was going to chat…

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What’s Going On Around Here? FBI Confessions

Well, I will tell you. Everything. Or at least that’s what it feels like. Some days I have nearly no plans whatsoever, and the next I go from meeting to meeting, to work, and then to more meetings. I believed people when they said launching a book is hard and busy work. It’s been both of those. It turns out that writing the book is only like a 1/3 of the work. The next 1/3 is what I am doing now: podcast interviews (and this podcast interview), radio shows, book clubs, and writing articles for Tom, Carl, and Janey. (These…

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I Can’t Keep Going Like This

Is it me or has the struggle been even more real lately? Every where I turn someone’s marriage is shattered. Not struggling. I mean shattered. Or someone’s child committed suicide. The diagnosis was too much. Our whole city is on fire. Literally. Someone’s mama passed suddenly. That wife is walking along side her husband as he suffers an illness. There’s so much heavy my shoulders are just about too heavy for me to hold up. The truth is, my shoulders have no business hanging on to those hurts. The problem is I can’t seem to shove those burdens off. I…

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Part-Time God

I sat in church this morning thinking of some questions. Are we getting in the way of God fighting for our kids? Protecting our kids isn’t wrong, sure, but are we letting them experience nothing? Are we swooping in too quickly? God is mighty. Most of us agree to that with words. But then we jump in front of the train of natural consequences that’s meant for our kids. We rush in and say “I’ve got you. I can protect you. I can save you.” But actually none of that is true. Not really. I can’t save anyone including myself.…

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A Demon Whispered In My Ears This Morning

Sometimes the devil amuses me. This morning I couldn’t sleep, so I donned my Beats and crawled out to the couch. Four aye em, but as long as I’m up I may as well get after it. I planned to get work done on my current project: prevention curriculum for at risk kids. Specifically kids at risk for being trafficked right out of schools. The schools in my own neighborhood. It pisses me off enough that four aye em is just fine. I did the usual things we do in preparation. Grab favorite quilt. Get some water. Forget to grab…

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