Called to Love

Gordana and Beck

Last week I shared a little bit about meeting Gordana when I traveled to Serbia last year. Her work reaching out to the brokenhearted women of Novi Sad moves me. Many of us have heard of the huge amount of women caught in human trafficking and prostitution around the world. How many people do we actually know on the front lines working personally to help these women? 

What a privilege for us to hear from Gordana's heart today! I hope you will listen closely as she shares about the burden God has given her:

When God called me to the ministry with abandoned women I didn’t know what to expect. I still wasn’t really aware of the way God’s heart looks like, how His love overwhelms and what is the work of His grace. I knew this would happen, He firstly had to break my heart and bring me on my knees before Him. 

Unchanged hearts can never bring forth God’s love to broken people. 

One Friday night as we went to the roadside district where the prostituted girls stood, God came to me with His words, which almost blew me away from my bike as we rode for prayer. 

He asked me, "Gordana, beloved, you have a daughter, right?" 

I said, "Yes, Lord, I do." 

"What would you do in a big city like this if she was lost?" 

The conversation continued. "Ooh, what wouldn’t I do? We would all go looking for her!" 

"OK, I have my daughters lost and I want you to go looking for them!" Jesus said. A tear was running down my cheek. 

I wanted to bend my knees before Him. I hadn’t know how broken His heart was for the girls who are giving their bodies and souls to other men... devil... whoever... Our Lord is crying for the lost. It could be anyone, your brother, sister, cousin or neighbor. 

Can we sit and do nothing? No, I cannot. Because of His love! 

After I met some of the street girls I couldn’t believe the strong feelings I had for them. I felt such strong love which I was not able to explain. I knew God poured His love into my selfish heart. My heart was no longer the same. And He is continuing to keep my heart at this humble state. 

Then I read famous three-times question from John 21. Jesus asked Peter over and over again, "Do you love me?" Yes, I do. "Then go and feed my children. Then go and care for the needy. Then go and help them." This is the way you show me love. You received love and grace. Now go and give it away. As you do, the love and grace will always be refilled in your heart. 

So, if you want the key to increase your love, this is the way to do it. Give love away. God’s love in you and your love for Him will grow and you will be His beloved loving daughter. 

Gordana, Nichole, and Beck

Gordana, and two of her friends ride bikes through the red light district of Novi Sad praying for the lives of the women chained in hopelessness. They take small gifts to the women and engage them in conversation, offering them friendship and truth. Her ministry, Nova Zena, which means New Woman, offers help for women in abusive relationships and those caught in prostitution. 

Today I'd like to ask you to do a few things. 

• Take a moment to pray for Gordana and her team. Pray for safety and wisdom and courage. Ask God to help them build trust with women and to lead women trapped in bondage to freedom, spiritually and physically.
• Share this post with others that you know are interested in being a part of ending human trafficking.
• Lastly, as you pray will you ask God how he may want you to be involved? Consider giving a one time gift or a monthly donation to the work of Nova Zena. Consider becoming a regular prayer partner and receiving ministry updates.

Gordana reminded us that God's love grows in our heart as it is given away. Who has he called you to give his love away to today? 

Called to Light

I packed the blue bound book inside my suite case and set off in search of God's glory in a land time zones away. 

God knew what I carried with me, his word and a desire to see his heart for Serbia. I love how they collided, and one of the most powerful experiences of my life unfolded.

Before I set out for Serbia last October my Mom and I discussed an idea. She wanted to send something to leave in the country, something personal, a gift she had prayed over. I loved that idea. She chose a Bible and wrote a brief message in the front cover.

Soon after arriving in Novi Sad, Serbia I met a spiritual sister, Gordana. I had prayed to connect with God's people in Serbia, as well as the brokenhearted needing his love. I'm touched by the way he orchestrated both. At our first meeting, and through our subsequent time together, Gordana and I resonated with the presence of Jesus like tuning forks struck hard.

If you've followed my story long you know that Gordana has started a ministry to abused women in her city. Women who are victims of domestic abuse, women who have been backed into a corner and see no way out, women who have become slaves. Her passion is evident. She is living hope to these broken people.

Before I left I put the crisp, new Bible into Gordana's hands. A Bible that's been prayed over, that bears a message of love in it's front cover, that carries hope. I asked her to give it to a woman who speaks English, who is hungry to read God's word for herself, when the time is right.

In Serbia a Bible is waiting for a woman. A woman that my Mom, Gordana, and I believe will come out of darkness and into God's marvelous light. A woman who's past will be washed clean and who's future will be as part of Jesus' family. A woman we're praying for.

I'm small. My Mom has never been to Serbia. And yet our heart's are invested in the nations, personally, intentionally.

Discipleship can take shape in the most unique and beautiful ways. Men, women, and children are waiting in places like Serbia, Uganda, Ecuador and our backyards to be called from darkness into light. It's not our duty, it's our privilege to partner with the heart of God in praying, giving, and going.

God has called our hands, feet, voices and hearts to join him in the task of making disciples of the nations, it's not an option for his children. Would we want it to be?

Colossians 1:13-14 "For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."

I find these days that I pray more for the salvation of this woman that God's word is waiting for, and her sisters in bondage, than I pray for my Mom to be healed of cancer. I don't feel guilt in saying that because I've long believed the greatest miracle is the redemption of a human heart. After all it was my Mom who taught me the truth and beauty of sisterhood, of investing our healed pain in the lives of others. My Mom lives with a physical cancer but thousands of woman are dying from a spiritual cancer. 

I long for the day my Mom is whole and we celebrate the victory of life, but just as dearly I long for the day Mom and I embrace in victory because our prayers have been answered and the seed of that one Bible turns into the exodus of hundreds of women from a dark bondage and into the kingdom of light.

You have a purpose, a God given one, to be light. 

Who are you praying for, who are you engaging with the good news? The stories of discipleship are as beautifully varied as each of us. I would love to hear your story!

An Invitation to Community!

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Women Who Inspire ~ The Sisterhood

(I wrote this post eighteen months ago but when I came across it today I had to share it again. I had completely forgotten this moment of seeing beauty. I hope it touches your heart as much as it did mine!)

Sister - (from dictionary.com)
adjective
12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old,some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister:

I didn't have time to get my regular Tuesday post up. Initially I was just going to let it pass and pick back up next week. And then I saw her. My heart was moved, throat constricted, eyes puddled. I had to name her beauty, I wish I had a picture to show you. Instead I'll use my words.

Our family was sitting at a table in the mall food court happily munching Chick-fil-a, our Tuesday night ritual. When she walked up, or should I say stumbled, small hand clasped by her daddy's larger one. She must have been about eight or nine. Two tight plastic braces encased her legs up to the knee and disappeared into blue sneakers. They sat at an adjacent table, backs to us. Her honey colored braids perched high on her head, one with a pink band the other green. A pair of little glasses were set on her small nose, held in place by a strap.

She looked at him sideways for help and conversation, sometimes with a sweet smile. A smile that made my heart ache. My completely perfect daughter, with ringlet hair, strong legs, brilliant blue eyes, saw her. Her little hand pointed, "Look at that friend mommy, she's so pretty!" I could contain it no longer, the tears fell, out of compassion for one girl and pride in another. One beautiful and the other recognizing it!

They finished their meal and her daddy pulled her up with his strong hand and helped her walk. I watched them leave, her golden braids swinging with her lopsided lope. My heart breathed a prayer. "Father, sing a song of beauty over her life. When other's taunt or jeer, protect her fragile heart and the beauty hidden inside by your love." Today I saw beauty in her eyes and I'm better because of it. But what delights me most is so did my daughter.

Have you seen beauty in unexpected people lately?

Women Who Inspire ~ The Sisterhood

Sister - (from dictionary.com)

adjective 

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.
13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that have lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family. A gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life as well.)

This week's sister:

It has been over a year since I've written in this series about sisters. I thought it was time to bring it out and dust it off. 

Today's sister is Carol Matthews. Dr. Matthews was my psychology professor in college. Looking back over fifteen years I imagine at the time she wasn't older than I am now. With long golden hair, trim figure, and pleasant smile she stood out from the other professors at school, mostly older men in suits. I admired Dr. Matthews. She was soft spoken, clever, and funny. 

There's an encounter with Dr. Matthews that will always stand out to me as one of the most powerful conversations of my young life at the time. It taught me the weight of words and of other people's expectations. I wrote down her words in my journal, I wish I knew where it was to reference, but I remember the basics of the conversation.  

It was during an interviewing for a school newspaper article, I don't even remember the story now. I felt that I had let her down academically on a recent test and my response had not been gracious. So I began our conversation with an apology. She stopped me and made it clear that there wasn't a problem between us. In fact she went on to say, "I expect you to go on in life and do great things. I have taught hundreds of students every year. I can't remember them all and only a handful ever standout. You're one of them. I expect to hear you have done great things."

I was flabbergasted, and so blessed. I have never forgotten the gift of her statement. When I quit school and felt like a failure, when I worked part time at an oil refinery in Pennsylvania, when I lived in the basement of friends with just enough to make ends meet, I remembered those words. I wanted to live up to them, to make them a prophecy that became a reality.

As I've matured I've realized that the definition of great things can change. What I thought was a great thing at 19 and what I think of as a great thing now are very different. I don't know what Carol Matthews had in mind when she spoke such a benediction of encouragement over me. But I did learn that when we speak belief, hope, and high expectation over someone they will yearn to live up to it. 

I wish I could thank Dr. Matthews all these years later for encouraging an awkward, inexperienced girl. I doubt she would remember me now. But I imagine an appropriate thanks would be to seek out opportunities to do the same with my words for others. 

Has there been someone in your life who spoke words of hope or blessing, encouragement or belief over you that have made a difference to your heart? I'd love to hear about it!

Adventures in Gardening ~ Growth

I wonder what it feels to be a seed. A little germ of life tucked into the rich, warm, darkness of soil; life imprinted into my very DNA. Would I be surprised to find my little head poking up into the dazzling sunlight? Would my little green arms lift up in worship, instinctively, because that's what I was created to do?

Tiny watermelon plant

I feel a bit like my little garden seeds stirring to life, waking up to the season of spring. Just when I think I've got this spiritual growth thing figured out another season awaits me right around the bend. I'm thankful. It's really quite an adventure, though often unexpected. Each truth builds upon the last. Each encounter with the living Truth strips back a layer of flesh, leaving me stinging and exhilarated that he would rid me of my useless dead ways and bring to life divine nature in this erratic heart.

I thought I would talk about sisterhood and mentoring for years, that it would be the drum I'd beat for many seasons. And in a way it still is, but the path has shifted and my view has expanded. I find that mentoring relationships, the sisterhood, is a facet of a prism so much more dynamic and brilliant than I could have imagined. Unity. It's what we were made for, oneness with God and with each other. Certainly that's lived out in sister relationships, but unity takes on so many forms. Unity, known and expressed in truth and love, is something I'm digging more deeply into.

I love mentoring. There's little else that excites me as much as connecting on a heart level with other women in the truth of Jesus. I love praying with, caring for, and shepherding women in their own walks with Christ; and I'm so blessed when a godly woman offers to care for me and point me to Jesus too. But this move has shifted my relationships and focus. I used to spend hours, enough to fill a part time work week, mentoring. Now I truly mentor only one young woman. I still seek to encourage many different women through the week in general. And I hope to establish more mentoring relationships over time in our new home, but I also sense God deepening my woman's bent to nurture in a unique way.

The promise of fruit on my little tomato plant

God is beginning to enrich my life with the care not only of younger Christian women but also with the desire to love the broken children of Serbia. It's not a season I had anticipated. But as my head raises to the light of the Sun I adore I feel my fresh arms clap in delight. Where this adventure will take me is beyond my comprehension but one thing I know I don't want to do it alone!

What area of your life is God unexpectedly growing you in? How do you draw other women into the journey you are on?

Love's heart

Where am I going? What is this journey I'm on? This path marked with challenges, on the way to Love's home, is an unexpected grace. The truth I've learned before has become a link in a chain, leading to what's to come. Grace becomes stale and doesn't store well. It's best gathered fresh.

In the past my blood raced fast in passion for the sisterhood. Finding my place in the circle of women, loving and being loved. And while the truth of life lived together and embracing the sisterhood so that we all "grow up in Christ"(Ephesians 4) hasn't changed, my passion is swirling and shifting and taking on a new form. I'm straining my ear to hear the variation of notes in the tune.

I'm finding the truths of the last season are becoming stones in the altar of worship and sacrifice that God is fashioning in my life. This season will have new stones, new truth, new grace. Lately Jesus is stirring my heart in compassion for some of the most broken and disregarded of the world.

I recently found two beautiful blogs by women weaving stories that move me. First Stumbo Family Story by Ellen Stumbo and The Blessing of Verity by Susanna Musser. I encourage you to visit and be humbled, make sure tissues are nearby!

And I see the link that is forming between sisterhood and compassion, community and action. I was privileged to write a post about Jennifer, my dear friend with Down Syndrome, a few months ago. The novel I'm writing weaves the love of sisters and the journey of a mother with a Down Syndrome child together in a story of sweet grace. The blogs I mentioned above are written by mothers caring for biological children with Down Syndrome and adopted children with special needs. Coincidence? Never.

I boldly asked God not long ago to give me eyes and a heart that sees and values what he does. I didn't know what that would look like at the time, but shapes are coming into focus and I see broken humanity, in need of mercy, becoming beautiful at his loving touch. I hope you'll continue to travel with me on this journey to Love's heart. I'm blessed by so many of you to witness the journey Love has you on as we journey home together! What is God doing in your heart and life lately?

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)

adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.) 

This week's sister:

I've put of writing about my sister for weeks. How do you write one meaningful, concise post about someone who is your spiritual as well as biological sister. The memories, experiences, and hard conversations are, mostly, too personal to splash across the web. I'm all for transparency but the internet has limits to the laying bare of the inner sanctuary of a family, at least for me.  

Yet I could in no way leave Stephanie out of the list of sisters who have touched my life. Four years my junior she has been in every way, from the beginning, my opposite. No doubt that difference has lead to missed opportunities for shared moments, and misunderstanding. God is wise, he gives gifts, and I've come to see that difference as one of them.

Me and Stephanie with our children almost three years ago.

My mom has always said that God puts families together just the way he wants them. Years later I believe that's true. The hard rub between sisters has made us softer, bent our heads lower and produced grace. I would never have the understanding or compassion I'm growing to embrace without the relationship I've had with Steph. 

She's stretched me to see a point of view I wouldn't otherwise embrace or consider. For someone as dogmatic as I've tended to be, that is truly a gift. Seeing yourself reflected in your sisters eyes is like a brisk salt rub, stinging and cleaning out wounds, healing, good for the soul.  

It's been a steep climb, a leaning into the wind, from childhood until now. But God has so graciously united. Friendship has blossomed through commonality and difference. I'm grateful. 

One of my greatest joys now is seeing our two girls play together. Six months apart they are opposites in every way! My prayer is for them to rub each other soft, love each other long, and be better because of their relationship when all is said and done. 

Maggie and Willow, sweet cousins

I love sharing motherhood, funny stories, and Jesus with my sister. What a gift!

How about you, how has God used your biological sister(s) to mold you? If you don't have any how has he provided spiritual sisters? If your relationship with your biological sister(s) is wounded I pray that God's healing grace binds up those wounds and restores.

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.) 

This week's sister:

Today I'm glad to have my dear friend Julie Myers sharing how her life has been blessed by godly sisters. You can visit her blog here.

 

“Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanders or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.” Titus 2:3-5

God has brought some incredible women into my life as I am sure He has yours too. But today I want to take a few moments and share where some of that all began. God had called my husband into full time ministry and with that came moving away to seminary. At the same time I had a toddler at home and a six week old baby. With being a young mommy I was privileged to stay at home. God moved us to a little community much like Mayberry, only more modern.

God moved us right next door to another young family and that mommy stayed home too with her babies. That mommy also loved Jesus and she wanted to share all of Him with others. So she invited me to a ladies bible study that met each Wednesday for prayer and bible teaching. With being the new girl around and feeling somewhat isolated I jumped on the opportunity for fellowship. Little did I know that God would use that little bible study and many of those Titus Women to help take me into a deeper fellowship with Him.

I had been a Christian already for ten years, but when I started to attend that bible study and grow in God’s Word I quickly realized my relationship with God was not what it could fully be. I desired more of His Word and more of Him. Those Titus Women were not super Christians, they were simply normal women like you and me who loved Jesus with all the heart, mind, and soul. Their desire was to teach and equip the younger women in holiness of heart and life. 

 

I had three Titus Women who invested in me. One of these ladies in particular would call me each week and check in on me just because she cared. I know she prayed for me daily and she always encouraged me with her phone calls and cards.

Another one let me come to her house each week for prayer time. During our time together we would pour our hearts out before God and He met us. She never judged me or looked down on me because of my weaknesses. Instead she loved me and challenged me to be who I was in Christ. The other one mentored me indirectly as she taught us through God’s Word. There was something special about her that I longed for, she had an intimacy with Jesus that was real. I wanted that too. So each week at our Titus Women’s meetings, I watched, listened, and learned. 

 

All three of these ladies were older women who were willing to train the younger women in the Lord. I will always be eternally grateful for my neighbor’s invite and then those who invested in me.

One of the major things that this bible study taught me was that God can use all ages of women in our lives. I also learned that He wants each of us to do the same. We all have to ask ourselves if we are willing to share all of Him with others. Since being a part of Titus Women God has given me a deeper desire to connect with women. He has given me a burden to share His love with women who are hurting and lost. Are you burdened to see women find Jesus? Are you willing to share with them like others shared with me?

Titus Women, a ministry of the Francis Asbury Society, are Christian women in fellowship one with another living in sacred fellowship with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit and are committed to proclaiming the message of a holy heart — the incredible joy of knowing Jesus Christ personally and loving Him with ALL our heart, mind, soul, and strength through the indwelling presence of the Holy Spirit. For more information, visit them at http://www.tituswomensministry.org

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister:

I've  met few women with such clarity and wisdom in my life as Julie Conley. As a young pastor's wife in a challenging church ministry, Julie was a God send, literally. Her husband was in a leadership position in our church's denominational district. Graciously they walked through a difficult season with us, leading, praying, bringing peace.  

Julie was my first real life, adult mentor. Her skill at finding the pulse of a situation and drawing out truth amazed me. Ten years later I look back out our conversations and prayer times and realize more than ever the skill she had as a mentor.

Her warm eyes would twinkle as she talked about Jesus, you could tell she was in love. That love spilled out on me, infectious. Her response to problems, prayer. She was bold in faith as she approached her Heavenly Father with requests, and humble in her need. 

I often came to her befuddled, a vague sense about a situation but lacking clarity. She asked me questions, shared her experiences and gradually the light would dawn. There were moments I was frustrated she didn't just answer my question or give me the solution I sought. But I became used to her way of leading me to the truth instead of just telling me. 

Now I attempt to model her wisdom of leading a woman's heart to the truth instead of answering her basic questions. Though our contact is sporadic and limited by time and distance Julie still influences me. I remember her questions and that at the heart of it all she was leading me to the truth of a Person and not just a solution to a problem. How thankful I am for her influence in my life!

How are you doing in this area? When a young woman, a  friend, or your children come to you with a struggle do you give them a pat answer to a problem? Or do you help flesh out the real issue leading, by insightful questions, to the person of Jesus?

{I write more about this in my ebook Sister to Sister; A Mentor's Handbook. Download your copy here for free}

Five Minute Friday: in real life

Linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday because it's what I love to do! Stop by her site and join in today. Also check out what she and her friends have hatched over at incourage. Today's topic; in real life.

Go:

Lines blur. What's real? In one relationship I touch her warm hand in a clasp of prayer, in another her words on the screen touch my heart. What is real? Certainly there are limits to one relationship and benefits to another. Each with a different set of challenges. But in life, on this earth, real and not real blur.

My thoughts have collided over this topic, online vs. face to face. The tricky thing is some of my relationships mingle both, are enhanced by the other.

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. (Colossians 3:3-4) Is what we see even in real life real? Or do we need eyes that see deeper.

The woman speaking words of truth, born by the Spirit, that fall like music on my ear is my sister. And yet the woman, with fingers obedient, writing out words testifying to grace, holding out a gift is also my sister.

So sisters let us "hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching." (Hebrews 10:23-25)  Whether with words in type challenging the embrace of holiness or sitting in a pew praising our Savior together let us hold onto and hold out hope.

Stop.

I celebrate the variety and beauty of sisters in my life, there are many a woman one day in eternity that I will see face to face, when my real life is reveled. And I will recognize her there by the light of Jesus reflected in her eyes because I recognized her here.

I've taken entirely too long on this post already but I wanted to share with you the Jesus light I found shining from the life of a new found sister today! You can read a her story of beauty here.

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood (late)

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister: 
With the debut of my ebook and traveling all day yesterday I didn't have time to get my regular Tuesday post up. Initially I was just going to let it pass and pick back up next week. And then I saw her. My heart was moved, throat constricted, eyes puddled. I had to name her beauty, I wish I had a picture to show you. Instead I'll use my words.


Our family was sitting at a table in the mall food court happily munching Chick-fil-a, our Tuesday night ritual. When she walked up, or should I say stumbled, small hand clasped by her daddy's larger one. She must have been about eight or nine. Two tight plastic braces encased her legs up to the knee and disappeared into blue sneakers. They sat at an adjacent table, backs to us. Her honey colored braids perched high on her head, one with a pink band the other green. A pair of little glasses were set on her small nose, held in place by a strap. 


She looked at him sideways for help and conversation, sometimes with a sweet smile. A smile that made my heart ache. My completely perfect daughter, with ringlet hair, strong legs, brilliant blue eyes, saw her. Her little hand pointed, "Look at that friend mommy, she's so pretty!" I could contain it no longer, the tears fell, out of compassion for one girl and pride in another. One beautiful and the other recognizing it!


They finished their meal and her daddy pulled her up with his strong hand and helped her walk. I watched them leave, her golden braids swinging with her lopsided lope. My heart breathed a prayer. "Father, sing a song of beauty over her life. When other's taunt or jeer, protect her fragile heart and the beauty hidden inside by your love." Today I saw beauty in her eyes and I'm better because of it. But what delights me most is so did my daughter.


Have you seen beauty in unexpected people lately?

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister: 
I'm on vacation with my family this week. We're enjoying some much needed time with extended family. This week I'm taking some time off from blogging. 

So let me hear from you. Many times, my dear blog friends, your words encourage me. Will you share in the comments below a brief story of a 'sister' that has uplifted your heart? Pour out your beautiful words. Perhaps it was a family member or friend, a teacher or coach that has shown love, honor her. Who is it that you are grateful for?

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister:
Some people have an aura of holiness around them, at least it appears that way to me. I've met very few people that's true of, but Sarah Wright was one of them. She was very old when I met her. Stooped and small with white fluffy hair, she gave the impression of a delicate blossom. I met Ms. Wright when I was just beginning my journey into the teen years. She made an impression on me that shaped my view of a life of service.

Ms. Wright never married. Instead as a young woman she had moved to Mississippi to teach Bible, in public schools. It was at a time in the deep Bible-belt south that you could get away with that kind of thing. When she was done teaching she had stayed. Though no longer a teacher, she was still a worker; encouraging, and praying. My mom has always said that Miss Wright, "went around the world without ever leaving her chair." Sitting in her tiny apartment she prayed all day, for children she had taught in school, for missionaries, for me. Ms. Wright explained that she would pray for about twenty minutes, take a little break, and then pray some more. With so much time lingering in the presence of God the aroma of heaven clung to her.

The year I was fourteen I went on a missions trip to Europe. I asked Ms. Wright to pray for me while I was away, she delightedly agreed. Always asking with pointed interest how my preparations for the trip were going when she saw me. I know while I was away she prayed for me, regularly, probably daily. That mission trip changed my life, as is often the case with mission trips. I credit Ms. Wright with a large portion of the change though, because her prayers helped till the soil of my heart, making it soft and ready for truth.

When our family left Mississippi Ms. Wright was still sitting in her chair praying around the world. She has since left to talk to Jesus face to face. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." (Matt. 5:3) I suspect one day we will see the power of prayers going out from an armchair to touch the world.


Have you been impacted by someone whose faith seemed larger than life? How did knowing them change you?

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister:
Once upon a time there was a girl, living in the deep south, walking barefoot in the summer. She lived with her parents, brother and sister in an old farmhouse the color of fresh churned butter. The girl loved people and animals, especially her calico cat, but was awkward and at times graceless. Her mother said she was like a "bull in a china shop" and she was. Home-schooled, her friendships were limited. Life was good but at times lonely.


God gives good gifts and just as he had given a kitty to comfort, he gave a friend to love. Erin was a confident and kind girl, privileged and generous. A southern girl, with roots as deep as a live oak, in compassion she spread the branches of her friendship to include. I was the awkward girl and my heart will never forget Erin's tenderness to me. Her family had a beautiful barn with show horses, a family pony, and a big red horse that was a child's pet. Happy hours were spent in that barn, confidence instilled, acceptance poured out. The horses did as much good as the friend.


Erin's family embraced me, an adolescent girl with few social graces, as part of their clan. I joined them for family dinners and family vacation. Their graciousness and generosity have marked my life. I can't think about Erin or her family without deep emotion. I've long since moved, many times, but oh how I wish I could thank them. I wish I could tell Erin the impact her sister love has had, instead I pray God's richest blessing overshadows her life.


Did you have a childhood friend that encouraged, offered you love? How did that shape your life?

Women who Inspire: The Sisterhood

Sister -  (from dictionary.com)
adjective

12. being or considered a sister; related by or as if by sisterhood: sister ships.

13. having a close relationship with another because of shared interests, problems, or the like.

I have been undeniably blessed by precious women in my life. Some close family, some that lived before my time, some have rubbed me hard smoothing away jagged edges, some young, some old, some who know my heart deeply and still love me, some I've never met. But all sharing a common relation, fellowship birthed from the blood of Jesus. Sweet family, a gift. These women have so energized my Christian walk I just had to introduce some of them to you. (I hope you will post a comment and tell me about the women who have blessed your life.)

This week's sister: 
She was coated in a caramel, black, soft brown and creamy white coat. A good mouser, loud purrer, nap taker. Phern, for years, was my best friend. The little calico, along with her tuxedoed companion, wandered up the day before our move. For two days we searched the neighborhood for their owners, finding none, we claimed them. For eleven years she stayed with me.

I realize Phern doesn't fit the above description of sister in the strictest sense. However, she certainly was a gift, she accompanied my quiet time with Jesus and I was blessed by her love. Actually, Phern was better than many people I've known and taught me a great deal. She lived out fully what she was made to be. Tender and gentle, she was the best cat I've ever known, and I've known some. Phern was the picture of compassion. Hearing me cry during my adolescent and teen years she would come down the hall, calling me, jump on the bed, nuzzle my face, lick my tears and settle down in my lap purring loudly. She offered me herself. Less like a stand-offish independent cat, she was more like a mother. If I was out of her sight for too long she would call me, chortling as a mother cat would for her baby's. 


There are moments in my life, looking back, that clearly are accented by a God gift. My dear Phern girl was one of them. I've always been touched that God saw a girl needing extra love and sent a friend. I met Phern when I was eleven. Loving me until I was raised and gone, she died a month after I was married. Heart sick, I grieved her for a long time. Even now tears rise, unbidden. 

Interestingly, for years I've had dreams about Phern at important, painful, distressing times of my life. When my children were born I had dreams about her, during some moves, in my most lonely times, she's sashayed into my dreams. I don't know if deep in my mind I'm looking for comfort, casting back to those vulnerable years when she soothed my young soul. Or, if God is reminding me, he's the one who sees my hurts and gives good gifts. Either way, I'm always glad to see her again, a sweet ache all at once.


Her familiar, furry memory visited me last night. I hold to the knowledge that God has seen me before and he sees me now. He knows my need. He's the God who is here with me, giving good gifts. Phern reminds me once again.

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Have you had a pet that provided comfort during a particularly hard time? Or perhaps God has given you a specific gift, reminding you of his love? I'd love to hear about it.