I will always remember 2015 as the year of the horse. That died. Twice. Time of death? When God moved on. ** Of all the beautiful, challenging words spoken at IF:Gathering 2015 last February, these seven from Christine Caine settled heaviest on my heart: “Sweetheart, if the horse is dead…dismount.” She was preaching from Joshua…
The sign is still lit up blue and yellow. I finally drove by it last night. Why doesn’t someone turn it off? Don’t they know this is where the waters rose and the walls gave way? I pray Landon won’t notice, But memory serves him and he turns his head. He doesn’t say a word,…
Raise your hand if you’ve heard of Tabata training. Three of you? Great. For the rest of you, the simple explanation is that Tabata intervals follow this structure: Push hard and do as many reps as you can for 20 seconds. Rest for 10 seconds. Repeat eight times. Scream obscenities in your head. In theory, it…
Three months before Ryan and I moved our family from Minnesota to Las Vegas to plant Advance Church, we started a little crusade called the “Sun Stand Still group.” We had a box of Steven Furtick’s books delivered to our house and figured we could use them to embolden our friends to start asking God…
(Read part 1 of this series here) I knew that if I hesitated for even a second, I would be in danger of shrinking back and reasoning my way out of moving forward. So as soon as the words, “Give us one” left my lips, I stood to my feet and headed toward Oz Google for some courage. “America World…
The good news was that we finally had our feet under us. The bad news was that we didn’t know we were standing on a rug. It came flying out from under me first. It was early in the spring of 2007, and the dust from a season of successive life changes seemed to finally…
I checked my ordinary life at Ms. Svoboda’s classroom door on the first day of 8th grade, and I haven’t seen it since. Her English class syllabus was two words long, stapled in big letters next to the clock: Carpe Diem. She asked us to tell her what that meant, and I didn’t have a clue….
As I leaned into the discomfort of living my life against an entirely different backdrop, I began to understand that life was not given to me to make perfect.
Because it’s high time we we get over ourselves and get after Jesus so that the world may glimpse his glory through our lives…
