My Hope

  Do you ever feel pulled in different directions?    I feel like my heart is being torn between three places!    I loved being in Clarkston and ministry and community came very naturally.    I’m missing the people we poured into and who poured into us!    While missing them, I’m also really enjoying being in Bainbridge and love this community.    I’ve found myself at the coffee shop a number of Saturdays (I’m sitting at the Bean drafting this in fact) and at times it feels as though we never left.    If those weren’t enough of a pull, my heart is also ready for Lebanon.    I’m excited to go and to share and see how God uses us there!      I wonder if the disciples felt the same way.    8  But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." (Act 1:8 NIV) The disciples wer...

  How do you go about sharing the gospel with people?    I like to share stories and also show a personal application.    God lined everything up perfectly for me to be able to do so, even if it was a little more close to home and nerve wracking than I’d prefer.    Just after moving back to Bainbridge we were welcomed by life in the country.    Tommy had taken the girls for a ride through the woods and they got out to investigate.    Hannah was about 10 feet from Tommy and as he looked down he saw a 3 ½ foot rattlesnake heading her way.    He quickly grabbed a gun, told her to freeze and shot it’s head off.    I’m thankful it was him and not me.    When they came back and told me about it, I was just in awe of God’s protection.    If Tommy had seen it   too late or hadn’t been able to get a good shot, everything could have easily turned out differently.    I was amazed when...

I got teary last Sunday.    Our church asked all the kids to bring their backpacks to church and they prayed over the children and the school year ahead of them.    I forgot the backpacks but thankfully my kids weren’t the only ones up there without them.    As I listened to them talking about the things that will fill their backpacks over the course of the year, I thought about what our girls backpacks represent.    I’m homeschooling them so they’re rarely filled with anything academic.    Instead they’re carry-ons.    I’ve been eyeing them to size them up and figure out which of their most treasured possessions will fit inside them as we go (in case our checked baggage gets lost).    The backpacks will go with us on each of the visa runs and back again for furlough.    I’ve yet to experience the mixed emotions that come with the first day of school for most moms, but I sat there half listening half imagini...