Realigning Summer Plans


Following thirty straight
days of writing blog posts,
you may (or may not) have noticed
that I’ve been on a two week hiatus. Sometimes life throws
all kinds of crazy at us –
some of it challenging
us to the core  –
and we barely have time to reflect,
much less write about it.
But here I am once again,
happy to have a slower paced day
in which I can connect a few dots
and share my thoughts
about them with you.
Thanks for sticking with me,
despite the long pause.


When I left you at Day 30 of my challenge, I was headed to our mission Steiger’s International Center in Krögis, Germany, where I would be reunited with Denny, who’d been on tour with No Longer Music in Southern Europe for the past month. Together, we’d committed to serve for ten days during the beginning of the Steiger Missions School and Revolutionary Week, and then intended to return to Portugal for the Summer.


NLM band & crew, Revolutionary Week participants, SMS ’16 students, volunteers & staff

DSC01063Well, life can take many interesting twists and turns. And just when we get to thinking that we have a pretty good idea of what lies ahead, of where God is leading us and how it will play out, we may encounter a bump or pothole in the road. Or come upon an unexpected curve or intersection, where a quick decision must be made. What is our choice at that point? Do we plow on ahead, determined to stick to our original plan, despite evidence that something different seems to be happening? Or do we consider the possibility that God may be leading us on an unanticipated course?

Shortly after I arrived in Germany and was happily reunited with my husband, I began to sense that maybe we were supposed to be staying at the school for more than just ten days. This came as a surprise, as we’d already been asked to help out for the full ten weeks this year, but had turned down the opportunity, feeling that we should be in Portugal. Our heart’s desire is to see God break through there and Summer is such an important time to be with the people we are connected with and reaching out to.

The following day, this feeling was persisting, so I talked to Denny about it and we prayed together, asking God to make His will clear. We waited on Him, without sharing our thoughts with anyone else; a bit confused, but certain that He would speak. And of course, He did. We were approached by one of the leaders and told that certain circumstances had changed, and it would really be helpful if we’d stay for the whole summer.

Many are the plans in the mind of a man,
but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand.
Proverbs 19:21


When the Lord’s purpose is clear, we still have a choice to make. My hope and prayer, my deepest desire, is to always say, “YES!”. I may not understand what’s going on, why or where all this will lead. But one thing is always certain: I CAN TRUST MY GOD. And when His intention is evident, I need not have reservations in submitting to it.


We were immediately (as in within 15 minutes) able to find a wonderful couple to stay in our home in Portugal and care for our animals and garden during the months we will be away (truly amazing!). I love seeing God’s care for us and for each detail that concerns us, as we respond affirmatively to His leading and in faith, take a step forward.

So, after one month apart and then ten wildly busy days together here with the start of the school and Revolutionary Week, Denny has flown back to Portugal to get things in order so we can be away until August 22, and I’ve remained in Germany. He’ll return to the school on July 3rd.

From Day 1 of saying yes to God’s purpose, I have seen His hand in us being here at the SMS, and am humbled by how we are being used here. It makes my heart sing to know that I never need to fear, nor hold onto my plans too tightly. His Spirit will always make all things clear and guide us along the path of righteousness.


The plans of the heart
belong to man,
But the answer of the tongue
is from the LORD.

Proverbs 16:1

For the LORD of hosts has planned,
and who can frustrate it?
And as for His stretched-out hand,
who can turn it back?

Isaiah 14:27



P.S. Much more has happened over these two weeks, but I need a bit more time to chew on it before writing about it, if I decide to at all. I am truly grateful for you all,
my friends…




Day 30: Journeying Again

Today marks the end of one journey and the beginning of another (both physically and figuratively).

I am so thrilled to have made it to the final day of My 30-day Challenge! I will be honest with you: if I’d known from the start how intense, involving and exhausting this challenge would have been, I’m not sure I would have undertaken it while home alone. But isn’t much of life that way?

If we really were cognizant of what we were committing to when we made certain choices, if we had the foresight to measure all that would be required of us, would we ever step out and do anything? God in His great mercy reveals one little bit of the journey to us at a time. And in faith, we take that first step, followed by a second and a third.

Had I not pursued this challenge, I would not have lived such deep richness and grace poured out from the hands of my God. I’d have missed out on discovering more about who He has made me to be and what He is calling me into. It will take me a while to process all that I’ve learnt and walked through, but as I do, I will share it with you.


As I end this challenge today, I will begin my travels to Krögis, Germany, where I’ll be reunited with my man and have the great honor and, yes, also challenge of serving with him during the first 10 days of the Steiger Missions School and Revolutionary Week. Second only to living a life of deep intimacy with God, my greatest passion is walking beside young adults as they pursue Him and get a deeper glimpse of His heart for this broken world, as they cry out for more of Him, so they can be equipped for all He is calling them to.

I remember well when, thirty-three years ago almost to the day, at nineteen years of age, I got on a plane to Holland for my first trip outside of the USA and my first experience as a missionary. I spent the summer involved with a Summer of Service through Youth with a Mission, reaching out to the city of Amsterdam. My heart was forever broken for a world dying without Jesus and my life changed, as God confirmed that He was calling me to a lifetime of serving Him in missions.

That summer, I first met
my husband Denny
(who I married two years later), and I also got to know
David & Jodi Pierce,
who we now have the joy
and privilege
of serving beside
in Steiger so many years later. Funny how God brings
things full circle.


So today, I embrace the challenge of a long day of travel and more importantly, of the ten days ahead at the Missions School. May my heart be open and willing to be used however God desires with all those I will meet, for His honor and glory!

For what is our hope, our joy,
or the crown in which we will glory
in the presence of our Lord Jesus when he comes?
Is it not you?
Indeed, you are our glory and joy.
1 Thessalonians 2:19-20


Day 29: Doing What’s Necessary


Well, I’m down to the wire here, folks. This is the 29th post in My 30-day Challenge! Can’t believe I’ve almost completed it!


Tomorrow, I’ll be leaving Portugal to fly up to Krögis, Germany, where our mission Steiger has their International Center. Denny has finished the part of No Longer Music‘s tour that he was serving as band pastor on, and he’ll be meeting me there, as we’ll be helping out with the first two weeks of Steiger’s Missions School and Revolutionary Week! I’m so looking forward to this time, pouring into the lives of amazing young people, who have a heart to reach their generation.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. And when I’m excited, I have a tendency to do this.
There are still all those little last-day-home tasks that need to be accomplished and I really must stay focused and in the now  in order to get them done.

A friend of mine, mom of three young children, recently wrote that when she feels overwhelmed, she keeps reminding  herself to only do what’s necessary. I’ve been thinking about that and trying to make that choice today. When I’m preparing for a trip, and there’s much to do, rather than concentrating on the tasks that really require my attention, I sometimes drift off course and begin devoting myself to completely irrelevant jobs, that can absolutely wait for my return home.

And the same principal goes for our thoughts: multitudes of ideas, worries and details can run wild in our heads throughout the day. Dwelling on situations or concerns that are outside of our control only serves to suck life and peace from us. Choosing to fix our minds on what is truly important and deserving of our energy takes a good amount of will power, but its benefits make it well worth our effort.

I want to continue to walk in a place of rest today, yet also accomplish what needs to be done here before I leave tomorrow.

So today, challenge #29 will be to stay on track, keep my head on straight and only tackle what is truly necessary. Enjoy your day, my friends! I’m determined to do the same!


And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing.
Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable,
and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable.
Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.
Philippians 4:8



Day 28: Finding New Strength

Today, I very nearly didn’t complete my challenge. I think it was the first time.

I began the day choosing the quite overwhelming task of weeding our fruit and vegetable garden. I had really let it go this past week, since I was spending time each day at the hospital with Ge and had so many other things to get done, as well.


IMG_20160606_111734I had ten good reasons not to embark on this undertaking,
and only one
in favor –
but it was an excellent one.
If I didn’t get rid
of those weeds,
my beloved tomato, melon, strawberry, carrot, onion and zucchini plants would very likely not survive the ten days that I would be away in Germany beginning Wednesday. So it really wasn’t a matter of choice, but rather of dire necessity.

I set out right after breakfast, attempting to get a good start before the heat of the day was upon me. I made sure to apply sunscreen to my shoulders and face, grabbed my weed bucket and hoe and got to work. After under two hours, I had freed less than half the garden of the evil predators, but it was getting very hot and I was completely spent.

My phone rang and it was Ge, saying the doctor had given the OK for his release from the hospital! Hooray! He still needed to wait for some paperwork but I got busy working on arrangements to get him to the house of a friend who would be hosting him overnight.

As I made phone calls and sent emails, I felt increasingly worse: my muscles were trembling and I needed to lay down and rest. I wondered how I was going to manage to accomplish my task for the day, which still required quite a bit of attention. Plans for Ge to be picked up became more complicated and I also started working on booking his flight up to our mission’s European headquarters in Germany.

The day got away from me and before I knew it, it was late afternoon! Since I still wasn’t feeling well and the sun was blazing, I decided to work indoors on getting the house ready for our friends, who would arrive tomorrow to housesit during our absence.

At 7 pm, in the cool of the day, I finally got myself in gear enough to head back to the garden, determined to complete my challenge and more importantly, safe my plants from impending doom.

I worked solidly for two and a half hours, despite my body’s complaints, blisters forming on my fingers from swinging the hoe, and mosquitos swarming and biting me like crazy. (There are few things more irritating than that constant whining in your ears!). It truly felt like I would never be done, but finally I WAS!

I returned to the house, took a long shower (and counted 30 bites on one leg alone while applying coconut oil to my tired skin), prepared a plate of prosciutto (Parma ham), melon and strawberries and sat on the sofa to rest.

Still can’t believe I did it! There were many moments when I wanted to give up and felt like I completely lacked the strength needed for this job, but I would cry out to God and He faithfully supplied just what I needed.


The garden is weeded. Ge is out of the hospital and flying to Germany tomorrow.
All is well with my soul and I am grateful to my God.

So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10


Day 27: Resting Psalm More

Excuse the pun. Language is such a beautiful thing and so much fun to play with.

I still have much to do before flying up to the Steiger International Center in Krogis on Wednesday to spend ten days there with the Steiger Missions School: clean the house and prepare it for our dear friends, Rodney and Jenny, who’ll be coming from Ireland to stay with the animals while we’re gone. Weed the vegetable garden and stake all the tomato plants, that are growing so wonderfully tall. Make sure Ge is well taken care of at the hospital, where he’s steadily improving. Plus all my normal daily chores and online work – emails, writing, Skype conversations, etc.

I easily begin to feel overwhelmed as I go through the list in my head and confront it with the amount of energy I actually have at the moment. But it will get done.
And what doesn’t, well… doesn’t.

It’s a constant learning process for me, this choosing to rest despite all that is screaming to be finished. So for Day 27’s challenge, I will delve a bit more into the Psalms, as I did on Day 8, when I’d listened to a dramatic audio version of Psalms 1-50. Today, I’ve selected an audio reading of the entire book that I found on YouTube, and will enjoy the second 50, allowing their words of comfort, trust, hope and victory to wash over me and bring restoration to my soul.


Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence
or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51: 10-12

10543594_1516469918566291_618558060984950114_oBe merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me,
for in you my soul takes refuge;
in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge,
till the storms of destruction pass by.
I cry out to God Most High,
to God who fulfills his purpose for me.
He will send from heaven and save me;

he will put to shame him who tramples on me. Selah
God will send out his steadfast love and his faithfulness!
Psalm 57:1-3

Karmit & NonoFor a day in your courts is better
than a thousand elsewhere.

I would rather be a doorkeeper
in the house of my God

than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the Lord God is a sun and shield;

the Lord bestows favor and honor.
No good thing does he withhold
from those who walk uprightly.
O Lord of hosts,
blessed is the one who trusts in you!
Psalm 84: 10-12


For a thousand years
in your sight

    are but as yesterday
when it is past,

    or as a watch in the night.
So teach us to number
our days

    that we may
get a heart of wisdom.

Satisfy us in the morning
with your steadfast love,

    that we may rejoice
and be glad all our days.
Psalm 90:4, 12, 14

ocean wavesAscribe to the Lord,
O families
of the peoples,

ascribe to the Lord
glory and strength!

Ascribe to the Lord
the glory due his name;

bring an offering,
and come
into his courts!

Worship the Lord
in the splendor
of holiness;

tremble before him,
all the earth!

Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;
let the sea roar, and all that fills it;
let the field exult, and everything in it!
Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy
before the Lord, for he comes, for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness, and the peoples in his faithfulness.
Psalm 96: 7-9,11-13



Day 26: Preparing Octopus!

I love seafood and in particular, shellfish. Totally love it. And Portugal is the place to be if you have such a passion, since roughly half the country is surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean… and the Portuguese know how to prepare fish!

Our mission Steiger ended up providing a place for Denny and I to stay together last night, so I was easily convinced to remain in Spain after the concert and face the drive home today. I didn’t have the best night’s sleep and after yesterday’s long day, I was most definitely feeling the fatigue this morning.

Photo on 6-4-16 at 3.13 PM

As I headed back to Faro, I thought about what I could eat for dinner tonight that would be easy to prepare, yet yummy. I love to cook, but since eating alone is not very appetizing to me, I haven’t really had many decent meals this past month. Today, all I wanted to do was get home, snuggle our attention-starved animals a bit, and park myself on the couch for the remainder of the day to recover. The wheels of my Fiat turned, as did those of my mind, mentally taking inventory of what I had in the fridge that would be tasty yet require little work.

As the kilometers rolled on, I realized that what I was really craving was seafood. And since every self-respecting supermarket in Portugal offers a nice selection of freshly caught, reasonably-priced fish (and the personnel who work there will clean and prep it however you ask), my plan for the evening began to take shape. I’d stop at our city’s Pingo Doce and buy some pre-cooked, fresh shrimp, and then see what else might be on special.

I was elated to discover that the shrimp was on sale. And then I spotted the octopus at 25% off! Before Denny and I went on our honeymoon to Greece 31 years ago, I had never tasted octopus. But man, could they prepare it on the Greek islands: freshly caught, grilled with some garlic, lemon and herbs – it was so delicious. I think we ate it 4 or 5 times a week while there!

Since those days, I’d only ventured to prepare it myself once or twice – most recently for Christmas Eve, the last time all our kids were here with us in 2014. I’d been pleasantly surprised to discover that it was actually quite simple to make in our cast iron grill pan on the gas stovetop. This would be perfect: just what I was longing for and simple, too! A whole octopus was a bit much for just me to eat, but I’d cook half and freeze the rest for another time.

What made it even more wonderful was that I could season it with lemons from our tree and cilantro from our garden… accompanied by a salad, whose ingredients were also home-grown. All those fresh fragrances wafting through my kitchen make for one happy girl.

So cheers, my friends! Here’s to Day 26 of My 30-day Challenge: exhausted but savoring the life I’ve been so blessed to live! Now excuse me while I enjoy my dinner…

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But we rejoice in our sufferings,
knowing that suffering produces endurance,

and endurance produces character,
and character produces hope,

and hope does not put us to shame,
because God’s love has been poured into our hearts
through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.
Romans 5:3-5


Day 25: Taking a Road Trip

Yesterday evening, I found out from Denny that No Longer Music (the band that he is on the road with) would be having a show tonight in Punta Umbria, Spain, a city just over the Portuguese border, about an hour’s distance from our house. What an amazing opportunity to go see him, our son Isaac, and the rest of the crew too, and to get away for a bit!


The marina in Punta Umbria, Spain

I immediately began thinking about how I could make this work, while my aching muscles fought for my attention, reminding me that taking this trip might not be the best idea. This has been one of the most difficult aspects for me in dealing with fibromyalgia over all these years.

You see, I love spontaneity! I adore unexpected road trips and improvised dance parties. And I may have mentioned once before that when my life begins to slip into a bit too much of a routine, I start to feel like I’m suffocating… as if a part of me is dying. Despite this playful and creative side of my character, suffering from this illness has forced me to hit the pause button whenever I want to plan any activity. To carefully evaluate whether or not it will have devastating consequences on my body, and result in me having to change things around for the remainder of the week so I can recover. And this is quite frustrating.

I may set up an appointment, agree to a job or speaking engagement, even invite friends over for dinner, only to wake up the following morning unable to get out of bed. And the options are to cancel/postpone everything or for the others involved to go on without me.

So while planning a simple, one-hour road trip over the border to Spain may seem like nothing to many of you, it becomes a big deal to me. Enter challenge #25.

I decided that unless I was too weak to drive the following morning, I was going! Because sometimes I just need to tell my aching body to shut up. To listen, instead, to my heart, soul, and spirit. I knew I needed a break, just a little time away from the grind of managing my responsibilities and everything at home on my own since Denny’s been away. And I really wanted a little more time with him. I needed to give ear to that voice and, while still being sensitive to my body’s limitations, make this trip happen!

I woke up today after one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in several weeks, but my body was still hurting and fatigued, my hands swollen. I decided I’d slowly get moving and see if the situation improved. After feeding the animals and watering the vegetable garden, I sat down to breakfast. I think I can do this. I really want to.

At some point, conviction set in: I was going to do it! And I prepared to leave.

The drive actually went really smoothly and since I rarely navigate such a distance anymore, I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it. Driving alone in somewhat unfamiliar territory, the road stretching out before me, huge expanse of blue sky from left to right, nothing but my thoughts to keep me company… so restful for my mind!

By the time I arrived, my nerves were frayed and my calf muscles strained from working the pedals (not many automatic cars here in Europe), but I was content! This was going to be a good day! My soul and spirit would drink it in deeply… and allow tomorrow to worry about itself.

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given to you as well.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6: 33-34

Peace I leave with you;
my peace I give you.
I do not give to you as the world gives.
Do not let your hearts be troubled
and do not be afraid.
John 14:27


Day 24: Bathing the Pups


I’ll get this out of the way immediately: there was nothing spiritually enlightening nor spectacular about my challenge today… except, maybe, for the fact that it was nearly unsuccessful.

Though I’d recently given our 17-year-old senior pup a bath, it’d been quite a while since 7-year-old Lab mix, Milo, and 18-month-old herding dog, Eva, had enjoyed one. And since on hot days, Milo likes to lie in the shade beneath our motorhome in the dusty driveway, he’s been gravely in need of some spa time. Today it’s been in the upper 20’s Celsius (low 80’s Fahrenheit), so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to give them both a dousing.

To complicate things just slightly, Milo doesn’t particularly like water. Or, I should say, he’s not fond of the fluid when it’s flowing from a faucet. Nor if it’s splashing out of a shower head, or hammering from a hose. So, we must be a bit clever when bath time rolls around.

IMG_20160602_170730I gathered some props that I thought would make the job easier, arranging them on a cemented area in our backyard, near the water cistern: a bucket of mild soapy water, a tub of clean cool water, a large sponge and a Lab-sized towel. I slipped into my swimsuit and rubber flip flops and was ready to go! If I was going to get soaked, I might as well have fun doing it!

Seeing the flurry of activity, Milo clearly thought we were going to be taking a walk. So when I began calling him towards the rear of the house, he was perplexed. He sat near the gate, looking my way and wagging his tail, still hopeful. Hmm… this was going to be trickier than I thought.

Eva, on the other hand, was running circles around me, jumping up and down, as if to say, “What are we going to do? Huh? Huh? What are we going to do? Will it be fun? Will I like it? Huh? Huh?” I don’t know if I’m the only one with such a quirky imagination, but I often envision what my dogs might be saying to me (and in what sort of voice), if only they were able to express their thoughts.

I continued to beckon Milo to come, in as coaxing a tone as I could muster, but to no avail. Eva, however, was still beside me and a willing candidate, so I decided to bathe her first. When she realized what was going to happen, she attempted an escape, but then quickly resigned herself, trusting and mostly obedient soul that she is. She was clean and somewhat dried off in no time, and I turned my thoughts back to Milo.

I decided that fetching his harness and leash would probably be the most effective solution. And sure enough, the mere tinging sound of the big “leash can” being pulled from the cupboard and opened had the two younger pups leaping for joy around me. I tried to explain that we weren’t going for a walk, but I fear my attempts were lost on ears that had perceived a singular word. WALK.

Applying Milo’s harness and attaching the leash was easy, but he was again confused when upon exiting the house, I headed towards the yard rather than the front gate. Still he followed expectantly and even sat obediently and allowed me to take a pre-bath selfie with him.


Then the sponging commenced. And he actually realized pretty quickly that a cool bath on a hot day equals pleasure. He stood there, closing his eyes and savoring the refreshment, as I washed his back and belly, four legs, paws and tail, head and chest. I was even able to remove the leash and harness, with no attempt to flee on his part.

Once washed and rinsed, I dried him lovingly with the big towel, while he basked in the enjoyment of all this attention.

Cha-ching! Challenge #24 a success! And I had a blast, too. Love my pups!

 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
1 Thessalonians 5:18


Photo by Whitney Rae Hurst


Day 23: Dining Happy


One of the most difficult aspects of being home alone for most of these 30 days has been eating dinner by myself. As I’ve mentioned in at least one previous blog post, meal times are very special in our home. We love to enjoy delicious food and drink while savoring the exquisite company of whoever is around our table – whether it’s the usual company, good friends, family members, or a guest we’ve just met. There’s a beauty in lingering over culinary delights, as stories of the past day or clever anecdotes from years gone by are recounted, all sweetly seasoned with laughter and love.

Yesterday evening, after my daily hospital visit with Ge (who’s recovering quite well, thanks be to God!), the thought of returning home to another solo supper was unequivocally uninviting. As in I’d rather starve. So I did something that will surprise those of you who know me well. I went to the mall for dinner. I know, I know. Alarming, isn’t it?


You see, I have this deep-seated, inner repulsion towards shopping malls, albeit the open plan ones here in Portugal are quite beautiful. There’s something about the herds of people, moving forward in a seemingly mindless consumption coma that makes me feel like I’m experiencing a zombie apocalypse. But I braved my terrors and faced Day 23’s edition of My 30-day Challenge: I went out to eat on my own.

I can’t remember when I last did that. Maybe I never have. I was craving Chinese food and not really feeling like choosing just one thing to eat, so I decided to hit up the Happy Family buffet (which also meant going off my grain-free, refined sugar-free diet for the evening).

It was kind of strange dining alone, surrounded by all those families. All those happy families. I did enjoy the food. And I had fun observing the interactions going on around me. Yet it was odd to be in the midst of so many people and yet… still by myself.

I am so grateful to be the wife and mother in a loving family, to cherish a wonderful extended family, and to have been blessed with so many friends around the world who are like family to me. I’m also incredibly thankful for our church family all over the world – such a huge support to us, in the good times and the rough ones.
This, friends, is my Happy Family… and they make my life exceedingly rich.

Two are better than one,
because they have a good reward for their toil.

For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow.
But woe to him who is alone when he falls
and has not another to lift him up!

Again, if two lie together, they keep warm,
but how can one keep warm alone?

And though a man might prevail against one who is alone,
two will withstand him:
a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-12





Day 22: Encouraging Others

Often when my body crashes from doing too much and I need to rest, I’m tempted to just crawl into a hole. Not an actual pit, of course. But my desire is to disconnect from everyone and everything, to make the day just about me.

More and more frequently, however, I find God calling me out from my hiding place. Asking me, in the midst of my moments of pain, exhaustion and discouragement to reach out to others in need. And thanks to the internet, I can do that from my bed, while continuing to respond to my body’s need for physical rest.

This was precisely my challenge today. While I did completely step back from interaction with anyone for a good part of the day, allowing myself to fully relax, around dinnertime, I was reminded of a number of friends and acquaintances who were in difficult situations and could use some extra love and support.

sunset w:tree

And it’s so interesting how, when we set aside our own woes and choose to look beyond ourselves, we can be used by God to impact the lives of others even while we are hurting. I was touched to receive messages of “Thank you, I needed to hear that,” or “Hearing from you meant so much to me today”.  The very fact that I could be a messenger of hope, while struggling so deeply is such evidence of God’s amazing grace and the strength and wisdom He gives in the midst of my weakness.

Yes, I suffer from fibromyalgia, but I don’t need to allow that to define who I am. Because of the life I have received through Christ, I can choose to step outside of my own suffering and be an instrument in His hands.

And He, the master musician, plays a tune of healing through me.

And so it was with me, brothers and sisters.
When I came to you, I did not come
with eloquence or human wisdom
as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God.
For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you
except Jesus Christ and him crucified.

I came to you in weakness with great fear and trembling.
My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words,
but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power,

so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom,
but on God’s power.
1 Corinthians 2:1-5