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  • Not on Our Watch: Let’s Refuse to Let Our Kids Slip Out of Our Faith Communities

    January 25th, 2024

    Last weekend our firstborn turned 18. Just like they said, I blinked, and it happened. Thousands of imperceptible changes over millions of seconds amounted to a newborn becoming an emerging adult. I have long anticipated this transition with trepidation, knowing it had the potential to crack my heart into a million pieces. I did not anticipate that while my daughter was moving from child to adult, society at large would simultaneously undergo changes as traumatic and disruptive as adolescence. American culture and politics. Societal expectations. Faith communities. Each, unveiling a sudden new shape and tone. Typically, a child’s maturation moves at a rate faster than the rate of culture change. This allows for stability and allows trusted adults to function as guides from the wisdom of our life experiences. But in the last ten years, I feel aware of rapid shifts, without enough time to find that sense of equilibrium, leaving adults as turned around as anyone.

    With 25 years in a movement of faith among college students and now two kids beginning to reach the target age group, having a graduating senior is a full-circle moment for me and my husband. Whatever happens next, we join all parents of faith, past and present, in our hope that the faith we nurtured sticks. It could be now or fifty years from now, but we long for the seeds we planted to produce fruit, and we will not stop praying because we believe a relationship with Christ is paramount for life and flourishing. However, we are not naive. The big leap parents used to prepare for while sending kids out the front door to college is a thing of the past. Whether to school, friends, or even church, we send our daughter regularly to environments where the case for genuine faith is thinly reinforced and scarcely visible. One big leap would imply firmly standing on one side of a sturdy canyon, rather than one that is being chipped away.

    I remember when I was her age. My church had a program for graduating seniors to gather as a small cohort and prepare us for the challenges to faith that would occur in college. In 1998, this was strategic. As we completed the program, each got a giant book, A Ready Defense, organized by interrogations of Christianity and apologist Josh McDowell’s comprehensive responses. I utilized this book and kept it on my shelf all four years away at college. This type of programming worked perfectly for me. I came into my faith, felt confident and comfortable even while taking classes that were supposed to threaten it, and grew as a disciple of Jesus in a community of peers by choosing to join a campus fellowship.

    This approach now works for few if any students. Most kids will not make it to college before they encounter significant difficulty engaging their faith and begin to question it, but apologetics answers questions they do not have from a world they do not live in and assumes too much about their formation and experiences. They go to church with a sea of other kids in the same boat. We are encouraged to allow young people to have healthy questions, and they do, but in a fog as thick as pea soup. The questioning outweighs the clarity at a developmental stage too young for such instability.

    I estimate that it begins around the tween years. Our kids are slipping out the back door of home and church while we try to provide formative stability. You may not notice because they are still sleeping in their beds and sometimes still sitting in the pews. But, the walls are made of paper and they are increasingly absorbing what is outside more than what is inside. This phenomenon is not primarily due to an uptick in the willful disobedience of children or a new drive for freedom. It is not even due to the deconstruction that captured my generation of peers and below. It is happening because our formation in the home and church cannot outrun the counter-formation of the culture. We are not evolving side-by-side or in tandem, faith with culture and culture with faith. We are not sharpening one another. As a culture, we are at war with one another and ourselves and have become so fragmented that the dance of Christ redeeming culture and culture sharpening the tools for the mission which fueled so much of my life and ministry has an ever-fainter tune. Steady erosions have brought us into mudslide and flood conditions. I trained my whole life for this moment, but I never trained for a flood!

    No matter one’s faith orientation, parents generally prefer to remain a primary influence in the lives of their kids while we raise them and to select other trusted adults for reinforcement and safety. The eroding of that place of parental and chosen adult influence isn’t a rare phenomenon happening in a few extreme cases. While it seems an obvious and overused punching bag, the reality of the internet and social media is at play with the culture reinforcing its algorithm. Here I confess, as a lifelong rule follower, my irritation that I have abided by them, studying and preparing for the points of vulnerability, but, like Jumanji, forces have interfered to change the rules and the board mid-play. It feels like caretakers of children have collectively drawn a metaphorical “Hot Lava” card. 

    I will leave it to social scientists to distill all the influences converging to create these conditions and stay in my lane as a mother and minister to offer a maternal and spiritual concern. From here, I declare, “The single greatest challenge of our current time and context is the mission to our children and families.” On the one hand, select ministries have always focused on the family, but what I am seeing is a need for something on the macro level. Communal, where we all lean in with our needs, not just individual to each family unit. An all-play. A new mission movement. Like the PTA rallying the whole community to provide care for a school, but instead, it is parents of faith working all together and praying all together for all of our kids and their whole generation.

    In our distraction to grow our churches and fill the plates, an entire generation of babies dedicated to God in the same churches move from slipping out the back door to falling through the hole in the floor. How much more can we take? I cannot ignore it. The cry of my heart is to gather the other parents and say, “Not on our watch!” It is an S.O.S., far beyond the many human solutions already being thrown at the problem. I believe it requires spiritual resources given to us in the authority of Jesus. It is time to stand in that spiritual authority and refuse to let forces beyond us claim our children before they even come of age to decide their faith on their own. Who is with me?   

    Pictured: My first Easter as a mom with my daughter.

  • Writing without Lines

    January 12th, 2024

    If you know me, you might be surprised to hear I feel nervous about writing and publishing my thoughts. I am known to be less than shy about sharing them and typing them has usually come easily. At the same time, metaphorically speaking, I have never been so far out in the deep, without a view of the shore. I have never before written without lines that form a box from which to know my limitations.

    I love clarity. Clarity is my friend (and your friend too) because clarity is caring. When things are unclear, it is much easier to get hurt or hurt others. The expansive lack of clarity I am living in leaves me uncharacteristically quiet and cautious.

    For example, 

    1. I have no clarity on who my next employer will be.
    2. I have no clarity on when I will begin working for an employer again.
    3. I have no clarity on whether I should become self-employed instead of seeking an employer.
    4. I like writing, but I do not have clarity on a topic for which I am uniquely called and qualified to write. 
    5. I do not have clarity on where we should go to church.
    6. I do not have clarity on where we should live.

    I am writing from this space of limited clarity.

    1. I know I heard the voice of God call me to a new season.
    2. I know that call came with a sense of who I am and what I uniquely bring.
    3. I know where I feel a tug to use my gifts and talents and where I do not. 
    4. I know God to be Provider (even if I wobble in my faith moment by moment).
    5. I know God will not abandon me. 
    6. I know God will lift me up in God’s time.

    What about you? Where do you have clarity? Where do you feel unclear? How do you feel when you have to exist in a space without clear lines? Is it freeing or terrifying?

    As we enter 2024, my commitment is to be brave, explore the world beyond the lines, and see where it leads me. 

    A “burning bush” I saw in May 2022 at University of Washington in a moment that helped me step out of the lines.

  • Moms Are Not Okay

    December 21st, 2023

    At the beginning of 2020, I had everything I wanted–a job I love, two happy kids, and a husband making an exciting career move. Beyond my home, local families from the kids’ school community enhanced our lives. My colleagues inspired me daily. I was growing, learning, and enjoying life. While raising my kids far from my parents was always a source of pain, I finally had enough income to get the four of us tickets to my home state without excessive financial strain. 

    Then, life changed in March 2020, and I have not been able to regain equilibrium since. With numerous subsequent losses, disorientation has lingered and grown. For a while, I believed that this was just me. Other women seemed to recover from the pandemic and resume a sense of normality while our family remained in flux. In the last year, however, I have come to a realization. I am not alone. The majority of women I know are not okay. What exactly is going on? 

    Early in my pandemic disequilibrium, I attended a Zoom prayer meeting with three women. Kim, with six grown kids of her own, told me, “One thing I do not regret is the time I spent praying for my kids in those mom’s prayer groups at the schools.” Without any other levers to pull for greater sanity, I took her comment as sage advice. I recommitted my time to the weekly mom’s prayer meeting, now located on Zoom, that began years ago with a group of elementary school moms. Before too long, I had started three new prayer groups, one at church and two for my kids’ new schools. I am not sorry that I took Kim’s advice. And with my recommitment to gathering moms for prayer, I now have a broader data set to draw from. Moms are not okay. In my observations, some themes are contributing to our aches and pains.

    Faith Community – Difficulties in our faith communities cause stress on the family and make youth group offerings strained or slim. Commitment to our kids growing up in a faith environment does not necessarily translate to receiving the support we need. Youth groups stopped meeting during the pandemic, and our kids may not have rejoined or connected. Churches are struggling with relational strains, transitions, budgets, and, in some cases, a full-on crisis, making church a stressful category in life instead of the community support system it was for previous generations. On top of this, the pandemic accelerated the breaking point for passing faith from one generation to the next. As kids hit their tweens and teens, they often see church as something they do with their family, but that has no relevance or future for them and their peers. 

    Generational challenges – Our kids lived through a pandemic that migrated more of their social life and academics online while trapped at home, giving older kids almost 24/7 access to the internet and social media. Teens report mounting pressures to succeed in a system with no guaranteed reward or outcome for effort. With extreme costs and oversaturated admissions pools, even straight-A students are not guaranteed that hard work will equal acceptance at a “good” college. These factors all lead GenZ tweens and teens to increased mental health struggles, and stress out their parents. 

    Whereas previous generations may have felt boxed in by strict societal expectations, this generation has fewer boxes, which can cause its own kind of stress and anxiety. Parents are navigating new territory. Whereas 5-10 years ago, young people sought freedom by shedding the constraints of societal spaces, GenZ and Gen Alpha kids will not be oriented by deconstruction. Instead, they are increasingly floating around in the ether with nothing to hold onto. They live in rubble. Of course, they can’t identify it as such because it’s all they’ve known. Disoriented parents watch this rapid generational shift unfold without the resources and structures that were there for us. A sense of shame ensues in the absence of clear measures to point to the success for our parenting efforts.     

    Unsustainable systems – When I received a promotion into my last job in 2017 with a seven and eleven-year-old, I knew I was joining a small cadre of women in breaking our organization’s barriers. A female predecessor told me the job was nearly impossible if your kids were too young. Maintaining and functioning in that role, which I loved, required optimal conditions. I was fortunate to have a six-month sabbatical before beginning the job to gain energy and establish family rhythms that worked for me. A few years later, when the pandemic hit and the announcement for remote K-12 education came out, I knew I instantaneously lost my thriving. The suboptimal conditions would last almost an entire school year, directly impacting all families. When I talk to women my age, we universally understand that our jobs exist in systems not built for us. We are intelligent and savvy, and by mid-career, we figured out how to make accommodations on our end to succeed. Still, since 2020, the obstacle course has become more strenuous, and without the system changing entirely, it seems impossible to continue. I used to say that I felt like I was just trying to get through the obstacle course of my day, which was strenuous enough. Then, after 2020, it felt like people were throwing balls aimed at my head that I had to dodge while running and jumping through the course. It was exhausting to make it through every day on that type of alert. Many women I know have taken career breaks, and others want to but cannot afford it financially, leaving them stuck in this cycle. 

    Caretaker burnout – Women are not the exclusive caretakers of our families, but there is no denying that we take on more of the burden in most cases. There is a saying that “a mother is only as happy as her least happy child.” Truer words were never spoken. With a lack of solid faith community support, increased generational trauma for our kids, and strain over career sustainability, women are burning out. Imbalanced hormones, dysregulated nervous systems, and off-kilter relationships abound, but healing is expensive and time-consuming. When everything is breaking at once, which aspect do you tend to? Whose needs come first? Are some things shattered to the point of being irreparable? These questions call for new skills, paradigms, and resources for many of us. 

    There is no space within our faith communities, family systems, and work lives to accommodate the work of healing. In an environment where you face daily threats, you cannot carve out a space for restorative pathways on your own. At some point, the threat has to relent so you can move toward repair and thriving, but these days, dangers seem more pervasive and impactful. 

    Some may wonder, as I have, how this can be so bad when, for generations across time and place, women continue to face many, if not more, instances of trauma. I speculate that we may be in a perfect generational storm. While I am not describing any challenges that women in strained socioeconomic, war torn, and other marginalized realities have not faced and overcome, I believe it helps to put words to what exactly the middle-class is experiencing post-pandemic. It is not the worst suffering in the world, but the mind and body only know suffering as suffering and trauma as trauma. The security system of the middle class is dwindling, making more of us susceptible and vulnerable to loss of agency and systemic failures. Instead of reaching for insights from the successful and well-off, we need to turn to the resilient faith of those acquainted with systemic disenfranchisement and the related cycles of trauma. I anticipate this need will require both tapping into a theology of faith and suffering that is underrepresented or nonexistent in many of our churches and learning moment-by-moment dependence on God. 

    Successful Baby Boomers who achieved a comfortable American life raised my generation of mothers in the workforce. As their offspring, we may have been ill-prepared to imagine a regression of thriving and lifestyle choices for ourselves and our kids. A lack of hope for a better future brings about depression and fear. Inflation, living further from family support systems, and having less hope in our faith communities may contribute to a sense of crisis. Additionally, more of us work outside the home, simultaneously taking on the burdens of providing and nurturing, unprecedented in previous generations. Pre-2020, we may already have been on a path of burnout. Still, the pandemic accelerated burnout by isolating us and demolishing support systems, such as interactions with grandparents, public school education, and Sunday school or youth groups. We never imagined we would be here, raising our kids without a sense of a hopeful, bright future for ourselves and them. We thought they would have access to the same things that gave structure and provided guardrails to our lives.  

    While devastating and disorientating, this may be the best thing to happen to middle-class American parents spiritually as well as to our kids. After over two decades of working with young adults, I have noticed that those who attend church are more serious and committed to Christ than in previous generations, where previously there was a social benefit to joining a Christian group. Faith expressions and prayers will likely be more authentic as trials test us. Like Hannah, the mother in the Bible who cried out desperately for a child, we must come to terms with releasing our kids back to God. We did not fully anticipate this because we trusted the “program” to guide our kids in the right direction before the pandemic. Three and a half years after it began, our kids’ childhood, parenting, churches, and society are forever changed. Fortunately, God was never counting on these programs, and our desperation as mothers can become the beginning of a prayer movement where we otherwise, unknowingly, might have sat back and trusted in humans more than God. 

    A photo I took during the pandemic in 2020. The little playhouse in a town nearby.

  • Embracing the Wilderness

    November 27th, 2023

    The wilderness is the space between deliverance and the Promised Land. It’s circuitous and frustrating, tedious and repetitive. It is refining and even rewarding, but in the least longed-for ways.

    It may be tempting when you are in the wilderness to think that you have done something wrong to get yourself there. But, the wilderness is not a place where punishment is the purpose, even if discipline can happen there. The wilderness, primarily, is an in-between space. It is a space of transformation from one reality to another. It is a journey and a passageway.

    There are a variety of reasons that can send you to the wilderness. The first is danger. Like David fleeing from Saul, a threat can send you on the run and into the wilderness. The second is calling. Like John the Baptist, you may have a call that can only be worked out on the outskirts with camel hair for clothes and locusts for food. The third is preparation. Like Jesus, you may need to go away into a time of testing and trial before a more public season. You may even experience all three at once!

    Inevitably, when you are in the wilderness, you will encounter accusations to confuse you into believing that either God doesn’t love you or you have done something horribly wrong. This is not the voice of God, but the voice of the serpent. When you are under threat of danger, the Lord protects you in the cave. When you are called for a purpose, the Lord safeguards you on the outskirts. When you are being prepared, the Lord invites your metamorphosis.

    Time and again in the desert wilderness, you will come to your end. You will believe that God is not truly able to meet you in this place. You will succumb to sin and doubt. And then you will meet the grace and mercy of God to give you manna and quail which, whether gathered by your grateful or grumbling hands, will cause you to know the Lord’s presence through daily bread.

    Joshua Tree National Park, 2019

  • Manna

    November 7th, 2023

    There’s something
    about heavenly bread
    that makes you angry!
    makes you clomp around
    like an ungrateful
    adolescent.

    “If I can make God
    feel bad for
    bringing me here,
    feeding me
    this uninteresting,
    unappealing,
    sustenance.

    I can
    e x a g g e r a t e
    the goodness of
    my enslaved diet,
    kid myself
    into a sense of
    injustice,
    and then
    I can
    bend his will
    toward immediate
    gratification
    in the form of
    milk + honey.”

    Germany, 15th century – Nüremberg Bible- Manna Falling from Heaven – 1928.764 – Cleveland Museum of Art

  • Standing in Prayer for the Generations

    October 29th, 2023

    Lord Jesus, we thank you that your promises are for generation to generation and, in Christ Jesus, all your promises are “yes” and “Amen.”

    So there is no promise that you will fail to fulfill on behalf of the generations in your Church, on behalf of the generations at this church, on behalf of our children.

    Lord, I think about how many times in scripture those promises seemed to be in jeopardy and humankind tried to take them into our own hands. Each and every time, you showed us that YOU are the one who fulfills promises. So I thank you Lord that you fulfill your promises to every generation.

    And I thank you that when things look dead or dying, you are the one who called Lazarus out of the tomb. So with anything that looks dead or dying in your church, in the next generation, in our homes, marriages, or children, Lord, you say, “Come out of the tomb!” And so we pray for revival in every generation.

    When we come to the communion table we remember that we are one family across all the generations. We think about Timothy who was reminded by Paul that his faith came from his grandmother Lois and his mother Eunice and was now in him. You called him to fan into flame the gift of God that was in him through the laying on of hands. We know that you have gifted our children through the heritages of their faith and we pray that you would fan into flame their gifts and that they would teach us and lead us. And we pray that our worship together will bless your kingdom, the nations, and the generations.

    Prayer above (slightly adapted), originally prayed October 2, 2022 in Pasadena, CA

  • The Women Will Lead Us with Their Tears

    October 26th, 2023

    I remember where I was sitting in a meeting room at the camp and conference center outside San Antonio. It was spring 2019 and I had just heard the testimony of my colleague, Kathy, after a hard year of what she called the “decimation” of her staff team. She was trusting God in a mode of slow, intentional dependence. Preceding that were words from my colleague, Anna. She was reminding all of us in the room that Jesus says the death of the kernel of wheat is what produces many more seeds.

    We were discussing revival, longing for it, planning for it, wondering for it and I was bought in. I had been living in a theme of abundance and revival seemed like the natural next step.

    And just as I was sitting there listening to these testimonies, the Holy Spirit hit me, out of the blue, with a clear impression in the form of a simple sentence.

    “The women will lead us with their tears.”

    This impression connected to the sharing of my colleagues and rang true because it was near Easter. In the Bible story, it was the women whose tears led them to show up graveside at dawn. In so doing, they were the first to meet the resurrected Jesus and thus became the leaders in spreading the news to the rest of the disciples about the risen Lord.

    Over the last five years, I have continued to ponder and track this theme. How would tears lead us to revival? I didn’t expect to become a woman of tears myself, but in the last two years, I found tears to be a frequent companion. Most recently, I took a leap of faith off a cliff that lead me straight to what felt like a confirmed death. It didn’t even provide solace to have a premonition back in March when, alongside my spiritual director, we had a clear sense that I would die before this process of my career redirection came to completion. When it happened, I was still in shock and so was she. I thought I had died enough in the process of waiting and emptying myself, but evidently there was more dying to do. And with death and the process of death, come immense tears.

    How strange this post must read to those outside the Christian faith. Why would tears and death pave the way to something good and holy? The only way to understand is to know and cling to the path of Jesus who went to the cross. His death made way for resurrection, glory, and multiplicative transformations in the world. He was the kernel of wheat that died and produced many more seeds. In mysterious and profound ways, he invites us to take this same path with him and promises to do the same for us.

    When you hear the word revival, you may think of a big group of people in an exuberant state of being with massive ministry and church growth. In fact, when we hear the word revival we should be thinking of dead bones that need the Spirit’s breath. If you feel like you may be dying in tears and crushing, you may very well be poised for reviving.

    Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. – John 12:24-25

    I have suspicions that in this season God is doing something through the suffering of women to prepare us to be the forerunners of revival. We are the caretakers who feel the pain of the splitting and fractured world, especially as mothers to children.

    Take heart. The place of your deepest pain and burden, the space where you feel you may have been exterminated, is the soil from which the seeds of new life will sprout.

    Esteemed women colleagues Virginia, 2017

  • Confessions of Scarcity and Abundance

    October 2nd, 2023

    Like many, I have difficult stories about my experiences as a woman in the Church. There is nothing that I could contribute to the world by giving you a tour of that well-trodden path which represents the scarcity mindset of our faith institutions. Instead, I’ll offer two related confessions and a hope.

    Confession #1: Over the years I have kept unpublished blogs of these stories. (Some of them with pretty clever names if I do say so myself!) Once I sent an anonymous blog to a ministry that advocates for women in churches and their response was, “We don’t publish anonymous stories, but here are some resources for therapy.” Ouch!

    The volumes of stories I could write represent the pain of invisibility I’ve endured.

    Confession #2: Something drastically changed for me when I was able to discern between human scarcity and God’s abundance. In a recent season, God’s abundance was expressed through words, visions, and confirmations of call that came through men in my local church.

    These are not men of status and power. These are men of quiet obedience who are also on the outskirts of the system.

    It is scarcity that overlooks and excludes others. It is scarcity that pushes women (and men) into painfully narrow narratives. It is scarcity that causes us to fall back on our institutions instead of our God.

    I for one am longing to live under God’s abundance where these sorts of limitations have no hold on us. My hope is for all of us to move freely and share in God’s unending resources. In my opinion, a call into ministry cannot mean anything less.

    My kids practicing “Confession” in Stockholm, Sweden, 2017

  • I Believe in Revival and We’re “Doing it” Wrong

    September 25th, 2023

    Biblically speaking revival is when something that is dying experiences the Spirit’s reviving to reverse its course. This happens in scripture repeatedly for God’s people. They receive God’s covenant promises, then fail to make good on their end of the covenant with idol worship and unrighteousness. They are heading toward self-destruction. Prophets call out to them. They do not listen. But, eventually, some remnant of faithful folks remain and there is covenant renewal. In Ezekiel this is depicted by dry, dead bones receiving the breath of God.

    Nothing has changed. God’s Bride, the Church, is in the same cycle. Sometimes we call it reform. Sometimes we call it revival. The only reason the Church is still here is because the Spirit is inside and beyond the Church bringing cycles of renewal. Right now, in the U.S., we are close to the extinction of Christianity as we’ve known it. Yes, there is still growing Christianity in Latin America, Asia, and Africa and the immigrant churches here are a remnant. But, the western church is a dusty old institution.

    When I was a kid, my parents who were Catholic converts to a Jesus Movement-style hippy church spoke to me about growing up in Religion becoming hallow. Years later, I told my dad that I saw the same trends emerging among Evangelical youth while I served in decades of young adult ministry. Evangelical kids today often feel just as much indifference about their faith upbringing as my mom did when she declared as a child heading into mass, “I want to be whatever Dad is!” (Her dad was not a church goer). For many, we are well past indifference to disdain.

    But you cannot “do” revival. You cannot create a plan to revive a church in the traditional sense of planning. Do you have the Spirit’s breath available to your dispenseing that you can infuse into your church or Christian institution? Your strategic plan won’t do it. Your perfect program or tools won’t do it.

    The Spirit’s reviving breath comes of its own accord and infuses that which is dry and dead. If you are moving around, running around, trying to fix the crisis of the American church through your strategic ideas then you are part of the problem, not the revival. The very nature of revival contradicts all that striving and busy work.

    Deals made in desperation are never godly.

    Human efforts for God-sized problems will prove pointless.

    Hunger for resources directed at human providers corrupts.

    The one and only way to seek revival for your church or institution is prostrate on the floor. Worship. Prayer. Repentance. Confession. If you want a strategy, that’s the one singular strategy. This is not one of those times that a both/and approach will pan out.

    We cannot help but be realigned to who we truly are when we come under our Maker. And our Maker is pleased to pour out the Spirit to do new things, renewing all of us. I’ve been to some gatherings that were halfway there…and I’m waiting for them to fully embrace the total release that has to come to be ready for revival.

    Longing for Revival in Orlando, FL

    Praying for revival in Pasadena, CA

  • Beauty & Horror

    September 3rd, 2023

    The last few years can only be described as magnificent beauty and dark horror moving hand-in-hand.

    I have come close enough to touch the burning fire of glory and I have been held in the cold dark tunnel of evil.

    I have seen miracles. I watched goodness line up for takeoff and then saw missiles unleashed in combative schemes for control.

    It’s easier to withstand the dance of good and evil if you shut down your senses, choose to be blind, reduce your perception, close your mouth. It’s excruciating to live fully engaged. Firm and loose. Standing your ground and ready to go at a moment’s notice. Active and waiting.

    Prayer is the only and perfect posture for this dance, but sometimes you cannot stand anymore. You collapse into exhaustion, succumb to annihilation, and the only option then is to be supernaturally lifted up.

    December 2021, Oakhurst, CA –
    A place of beauty to enjoy with friends as we healed from horrors

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