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Love Letters in the Sand

November 4, 2017
Limbe, Cameroon

“I am yours, and you are mine”,
Etched in sand for my God to see.
Wiped away by the water’s line,
Stored in His heart eternally.


Definitely not a poet.
Walking on the beach today, I thought of how thankful I am for Miss Kathy and her “favorite things.” I am thankful that she always wrote love notes to Jesus on the beach. I’m thankful for the childlike wonder in her eye—amazed at all that God has made.
Shoutout to Kathy Griswold for being such an impactful babysitter. Thank you to Mom and Dad for going on dates!

#fromAfricawithlove #cameroon #mercyshipsnurse

Shamed

Breaking up is hard to do.

Breaking up is hard to do with your first real boyfriend.
Breaking up is hard to do from a longer-term relationship.
Breaking up is hard to do when his entire family has come to know and love you.
Breaking up is hard to do when your mutual church family has come to know and love BOTH of you.
Breaking up is hard to do when, from the length of your relationship (over a year), church people begin to ask when the wedding is.
Breaking up is hard to do when you’re afraid what people will think.
Breaking up is hard to do when you’re afraid that the lies are true.
Breaking up is hard to do when you feel* like you’re letting the last boat sail away from the island you’re on.
Breaking up is hard to do when your other friends have “safely” arrived on the shore of marriage.
Breaking up is hard to do when you feel* like your friendships are more like long distance phone calls across the channel.
Breaking up is hard to do when you feel* left behind, forgotten, and unwanted.
Breaking up is hard to do when you compromised your values and now you feel dirty.
Breaking up is hard to do when your heart was troubled in the relationship and is now shamed outside of it.

*I know not to trust the “feels”, don’t worry. It’s just hard to ignore them (even if you know they’re not gospel truth).

But by the grace and love of my Savior,
my guilt and shame is gradually lifted…
He sees the need of the sparrow…
my perspective is gently shifted…
and I am growing in the midst of sorrow.

Thank you to every friend and wise voice I’ve encountered these last several days (including the speaker at Life Coast that the Holy Spirit spoke through so clearly). This has been a culmination of all the “little” internal battles I’ve ever fought. This is the biggest “boss” I’ve ever dueled. My enemy has waged war on my heart, but he will not take this high ground. Because my God is FOR me. My gaze is set. My footing is sure. Watch out Satan, I’m leveling up.

Timely Tragedies

*Disclaimer: almost none of this rhymes and my prose sucks. So don’t take your red pen to it. Its just honest food for thought.

Timely Tragedy

Why are we so time obsessed?
On time, on time, on time.
From time crunch comes crappy microwave lunch,
But at least I am on time.

Traffic. Commutes. Rush hour.
On time, on time, on time.
I cut someone off and lost my mind,
But at least I am on time.

Church bells mark hours and vows.
On time, on time, on time.
Only half of this couple now follows Christ,
But at least I am on time.

Biological clocks- are you kidding me?
On time, on time, on time.
My timely children don’t have a Dad,
But at least I am on time.

Retirement at age sixty-five
On time, on time, on time.
Unfortunately these years aren’t so golden,
But at least I was on time.

Then I woke up and smelled the coffee,
Thank you very much.
I appreciate your concern, but with all due respect:
Don’t you dare tell me to rush.

 

Two things:

  1.  If you are rushing. Stop. Figure out what’s important in life.
  2. If you’re rushing other people… let me be the first to say “Get behind me Satan.” But seriously. Cut it out. Encourage others toward their goals, not toward a DEADline.

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Hebrews 10:23-24