Tag: calling

Not just a wife and mother – a love letter to my family

Not just a wife and mother – a love letter to my family

I never wanted to be known as a wife and mother. I wanted to BE a wife and I wanted to BE a mom, but I didn’t want those to be my defining labels. I guess I was afraid of losing my own identity and that scared me. From a very young age I had this idea that I was meant to be somebody. You know, make a name for myself. Maybe as a famous writer, or high-powered executive, or

Who am I?

praying woman

“But Moses said to God, ‘Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?’” – Exodus 3:11 This was Moses’s response to God when He called Moses to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. It was the first of several creative excuses or arguments as to why he wasn’t qualified, ending with a raw and honest plea for God to pick another…anyone but him. “Pardon your servant Lord, but please send someone else.”

The work in waiting

The work in waiting

Waiting. It seems like a passive activity. I mean the idea of waiting is that you aren’t actually doing anything. The waiting is what happens before or in between action. You wait for the bus. You wait in line at the grocery store. You wait for the microwave to ding. There are rooms built just for waiting and they usually involve magazines and/or TVs to helpĀ people sit quietly and…well, wait. But of course assumingĀ that waiting is always easy or comfortable

My burning bush

stage

“The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times, ā€œSamuel! Samuel!ā€Ā Then Samuel said, ‘Speak, for your servant is listening.’ And the Lord said to Samuel: ‘See, I am about to do something in Israel that will make the ears of everyone who hears about it tingle.’” 1 Samuel 3:10-11 A dear friend used to tell me “sometimes God gently pokes you with a stick and sometimes he has to knock you over the head with a 2×4.”

One year and counting…

Happy first birthday

One year. A lot can happen in one year. On June 26th, 2014 I took a deep breath and officially launchedĀ Neither Height Nor Depth. Not sure at the time what it would turn into, who would read it, or exactly why the Lord was calling me to do this, I took the leap of faith and, wow! What a ride the past 12 months have been. Firstly, I want to thank everyone who took the time to read, comment and

God calls the broken to be his chosen

God calls the broken to be his chosen

It was a bitterly cold Tuesday night when I met Jared. We were both volunteering at the temporary homeless shelter that our town sets up every year from November ā€“ March, the coldest months in the Shenandoah Valley. Our church was that weekā€™s location for the shelter and Jared and I introduced ourselves to one another in the kitchen as he brewed pots of steaming coffee and I began to cook enough baked beans to feed a small army. I

I am a writer

She Speaks Conference

“Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream ofā€”infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.” – Ephesians 3:20 I pulled into an open space in the large parking lot, turned off the ignition, Ā took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As I got out of my car and started to walk toward the doors