Celiac Disease, Paleo and Change

Man things can change in 6 months! Since I last wrote I have finished my first year of teaching, gotten married and learned a ton in the process!

A few nights ago I was talking with my husband (still weird to say husband!) about the things that I want to accomplish and where I would like to be in the next 5 years. It is definitely a dream of mine to continue writing but the pressure of having a deep, philosophical/theological post every single time I write is a little much for me.

So, I’ve decided to change it up a bit. This blog is just going to be about whatever I want. There will be Jesus mixed in – oh yes, lots of Jesus – but there will just be life, too. I won’t grow as a writer if I don’t practice my hand (no pun intended). And what kind of English teacher would I be if I didn’t practice writing!

A few years ago I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease – or, as I like to call it, the “Most-Annoying-Disease-You-Could-Possibly-Contract” Disease! If you aren’t familiar with this disease, it’s an autoimmune in which your body reacts (or overreacts, if you ask me) to the presence of gluten in its system. Yes, I once scoffed and mocked those who were “gluten sensitive” and now I, too, have joined the ranks of the gluten-free. Life is funny that way.

Anyhow, since I have become gluten free I’ve tried many things, including the Whole30 (three times, only one of which was carried out to completion) and eating Paleo. These particular ways of eating are neither cheap nor easy but, let me tell you, they’re worth it.

I’ve been eating Paleo for about a month now and my body has felt so much better than it ever has: I’m not as tired and I don’t have stomach or headaches. And while I have felt amazing, I’m also SO sick of cooking every single thing I eat. So, in the last few days I’ve tested the boundaries to see if there are things outside of Paleo that I can “get away with” eating.

Uh, no. Terrible idea.

Yesterday was the worst. I had Pei-Wei and their supposed “gluten free” Spicy Chicken left me feeling like I had a rock in my stomach the rest of the day. Then, last night we went to eat Mexican with some friends of ours and I had chips and queso and two brisket tacos – WHY DID I DO THAT?! I was so tired and miserable when I got home that I went to bed at 9, fell asleep reading and had to be tucked in by my poor, concerned husband who didn’t know what was wrong with me.

So, here I am writing. Maybe writing these things will remind me that I should not go eat Mexican food and just assume I’ll feel lovely the next day and will, instead, encourage me to make my own food (it’s usually cheaper anyway). Maybe writing this will help you see the benefits in healthy eating. Maybe no one will read this – who cares! It’s my 5 dollars a month to spend on a domain if I want!

All I know is the blog world needs to look out – there is one more writer coming into your overly-saturated market. And she will be awesome.

Shabbat – REST!

Since I’ve been back from Israel, it feels like life has been busier than ever. I can’t figure out if this is just the perfect storm of appointments and obligations or if life was already like this.

One of the coolest things I saw in Israel was an ENTIRE community of people participating in Shabbat (or sabbath, if you’re unfamiliar with Jewish culture and terms like I was!). Perhaps my favorite scene – the one that made it most real – was a marketplace swarming with Jews who were trying to prepare for the weekend. They were doing their last minute shopping, closing up their shops and getting ready for the siren that rang at 4pm signaling the start of their holy day.

From sundown on Friday to sundown on Saturday, they rest. They worship the Lord, put their eyes on Him and anticipate their Messiah. They believe that, according to the Old Testament law, they should not do anything that produces something – cooking, working, even pushing the button on an elevator to go to a different floor! This is a time meant to be spent with your family, reconnecting with friends, with yourself and (most importantly) the Lord!! It was incredibly beautiful to be sitting in the dining room of a hotel in Jerusalem with families all around, enjoying each others company and singing songs to God.

In D-Group, they are challenging us to find our verse and word for the year. I have chosen Jeremiah 29:13, which says:

You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.

While this verse doesn’t sound much like rest (in fact, I’m pretty sure seeking is the complete opposite of resting), I think that a lot of seeking the Lord comes in resting in him and making it a point to do so. Carving out time every week is not something that just happens – you have to seek it out.

So, I’ll really be pursuing this over the next few weeks. It will be a challenge, don’t get me wrong. I think I’ll end up taking a page from the book of those I saw in Jerusalem rushing to get their groceries before the sirens went off signaling the start of Shabbat. 🙂

BUT… it will so be worth it. I will have Him. I will have rest. There will be repair – not just for me but for my family, my friends and those I love. What a prize! All for just doing what he has commanded of us from the beginning.

Won’t you join me in rest?

 

Shalom from Israel!

Shalom from Israel, friends!

I know the new year is approaching and that many are probably posting their end of year recaps or beginning of year goals – but I’m in Israel, its rocking my world, and I feel like I have to write about that instead.

There are parts of my story that you may or may not know, but in July 2014 my grandfather, Milton, on my biological father’s side passed away of stomach cancer. I had only known him for about 12 years but in those 12 years, he loved me fiercely.

Two weeks before Milton passed away, he was in the hospital and as we were sitting in the room with him praying that he would get better, he told me the story of Masada and how the Jews there put up an enormous fight for freedom and how much he loved that place. I watched this man, who I believed to be larger than life, shrivel away due to sickness, but when he talked about Israel there was a childlike glow on his face.

I knew I had to go.

When Milton died, it became my mission to experience the same thing he had talked about so fondly in his last days. In part, it was to pay tribute to him, but I also wanted to gain a deeper understanding of biblical culture and Jewish heritage. I wanted to see that the Bible was more than just a story – that it was a real place with real people and that God really did the things I have always believed.

Let me tell you, this trip has far exceeded anything I could have ever expected.

Yesterday, I experienced Masada. Through tears, I stood there and drank it all in. The desert colors, the gigantic structures, the story of heroic and brave loss. I felt connected to Milton. That alone was enough to take my breath away, but that isn’t the whole reason I came to Israel.

I came here because of Jesus.

Being where he was. Riding a boat across the Dead Sea. Sitting in Caesarea where the Holy Spirit descended on the Gentiles.

It all humbles me and only makes me more grateful to be a part of the family of Christ. It makes me CRAVE the scriptures in a way I never have before – it brings them to life.

Realizing that, without Jesus, I would NEVER have access to the Lord the way I do – that I would never know him as father or know his true kindness and goodness – it only makes me feel the weight of that gift. I am a part of his family. He loves me.

This family IS the new Israel. We are his chosen ones. He sent his son for THIS.

We have a few days left in this amazing and beautiful country and I am already planning my next trip in my head. I want to soak up every second of this incredible experience. I want to scribble every note possible and record every detail of scripture, history and land that I can find. Let me be a little sponge of this amazing place so that, when I return home, the Bible is a new experience for me – forever.

It is SO MUCH MORE THAN A STORY.
This is real.
Jesus is real.
His death and resurrection are real.
And he is readily available for relationship.

All you have to do is surrender. He is waiting. Join this family, friends. God is a good father and Jesus is an incredible Savior and friend.

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He Is Enough

Well, its been 5 months since I last wrote and I think I’m ready to make a habit of this. Its not really that life has slowed down at all (you could count being on winter break as a bit of a “slow down”), but I think I finally have things to write about and want to get into the rhythm of working that writing muscle.

I was texting with a friend of mine today who just got engaged – still so excited for her!! – and it occurred to me that she and I had been in the same boat for a long time; hopeful for a future that we both deeply wanted and believed that God wouldn’t hold back from us, yet fearful that that future would never become a reality.

I think the thing that struck me the most is that we owe God SO MUCH CREDIT for being not just as good as He’s always promised to be, but better. When we come out on the other end of fear – into his goodness – that should be recognized and shared.

However, don’t misunderstand me here. God is good no matter the outcome. No matter our situation in life. I hope you’ve heard me say that in the course of my time writing this blog. He is to be glorified in the struggle and in the victory.

…but isn’t it fun to give Him glory in the celebration of things hoped for?
Isn’t it fun to say “I knew it!” and tell the world what a great dad you have?!

I think the thing I’d really like to work on is getting past the fear. I feel like fear might stem from an idea that we might be missing out on something – our culture’s great problem with “FOMO” (Fear Of Missing Out) – and that God won’t be enough – like He’s holding things back from us.

I was reading through my Advent study (thank you, She Reads Truth – you’ve done it again!) and one of the days said that Jesus is the true and better Manna.

A. Men.

We lack nothing in Christ Jesus – nothing! We should fear nothing. God will provide for our needs. I’m writing this now because he has been gracious to place me in that beautiful, glorious upswing where I can see his goodness clearly and pinpoint all of the exact prayers he is answering in my life. I’m writing this now because one day, when fear tries to sneak its way back into my heart and tell me that I am not enough – that God is not enough – I can point back to THIS TIME and say, “You see that, enemy?! God IS good. And he is working, even in THIS.”

Friends, I don’t know if you’re basking in his goodness in your current situation or grasping for straws and feeling like you’re out of his reach but let me encourage you in this:

HE. IS. ENOUGH.
HE. IS. GOOD.

Always, and forever.

Let us never cease to celebrate Him.

Action

I have big dreams for the future. Sometimes those dreams are so big and hazy that I can’t make them out quite clearly. Honestly, its pretty frustrating. I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about all of the things I want to do in my life and who I want to be. And then, all of the sudden I feel paralyzed because I can’t figure out how to get there. Does anyone feel me on this?

For the dreams that are clear I have this mental image of the steps it will take to get there and what I could be like – what life could be like! – once I take those steps. I’m pretty sure the frustration comes in knowing what I should be doing but not actually doing it, you know? Like, wanting to have this intimate, deep relationship with the Lord but being two weeks behind on my chronological reading study. Or, wanting to be a writer but not actually sitting down to blog more than once every month or so. I don’t know if the lack of doing is from fear of failing, a need for perfection or pure laziness. But my guess is it probably falls on the spectrum of all three.

The one thing I do know? The not doing isn’t getting me any closer to who I want be or what I feel the Lord has called me to do.

How do I move past that? How do I get past this mediocrity I’m feeling and take the steps I see clearly or even make moves towards the future thats hazy? Well, there’s not much I can do about the foggy vision except wait on the Lord for clarity. (I’m pretty sure the fact that I can’t see it is a pretty good indicator that I should be focusing on what is clear.) But the clear picture! Oh, the clear picture. That one I should be able to do!

You know, I once read this study about people that visualized their success beforehand actually being more successful because they had mentally envisioned it first. Can you believe that? Apparently its that easy! Something about being able to see yourself accomplishing what you’ve set your mind to allows you to actually do it.

So, I guess thats what I’ll do. I’ll eat that elephant one bite at a time and not just mentally see myself taking the steps to get where I’m going, but do those actual things – what a concept! Instead of sitting still, paralyzed by an overwhelming feeling of needing to do something, I’m going to actually DO it.

Maybe you can, too. Find those things that you can see yourself doing and do them! Make a list, cross them off – dream big! I have a sneaking suspicion that we are all a whole lot stronger and more capable than we think and that when the Lord gives us a clear picture for our lives it means he probably wants us to act on it.

I would LOVE to hear what some of your dreams and visions are for your life and help encourage you in them. Some of mine include writing more, honing a craft and taking more action in applying for teaching jobs.

We can do this! Let’s get going.

 

 

 

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Extended Family

Last week I had the opportunity to meet up with a friend I hadn’t seen in 7 years. We had worked together on the mission field after my freshman year in college but hadn’t seen each other since. She and her husband were in town for work and had some spare time to grab dinner and catch up on old times. We had been trying to get together for months so I jumped at the opportunity to meet up.

In the couple of hours before our meeting my nerves started to get to me. “Will she notice I’m different than my silly 19 year old self?” “Do I have anything to worry about?” “I wish I were at this place in life instead of where I am so that I could impress her.” – these questions and thoughts riddled my mind. None of which came from the Lord.

Dinner time came and spending a meal with her and her husband proved to be a complete joy. We shared the highlights of the last 7 years, laughed about memories (one in particular where I apparently “coached” her in storytelling) and reconnected over our mutual love for the Lord. It was so life bringing. Because I had so enjoyed our time together, I invited them to my favorite little coffeeshop to grab some espresso and a little deeper conversation. 4 hours later we were saying our goodbyes, praying over one another and promising not to let another 7 years pass before our next reunion.

I left that night with an overwhelming feeling that I had just experienced life-bringing conversation with people I would see for eternity – they were my family, my brother and sister in Christ. Seeing them and talking with them was like seeing family that I hadn’t seen in forever – their care for me and my life and their willingness to be open and honest – it was all so refreshing and something I had been craving. I’ve always known that other believers were my family, but for the first time that really meant something. While driving home I thanked the Lord for such rich and beautiful conversation centered around him and for my “extended spiritual family.”

They aren’t the only “extended family” I’ve heard from in the last couple of weeks. I saw one of the women I aspire most to be like at a wedding in Houston this weekend and reconnected as if no time had passed. On the same night I heard from a sweet sister from high school who was passing through the area with her husband and wanted to reconnect – again, I felt the Lord giving me chances to see my family and walk with those I felt I had lost.

I’ve been trying to figure out what about my encounter with that old friend and her husband was different than others – what made it feel so sweet and opened my eyes to that familial aspect of community? I have to believe it was their vulnerability, their willingness to walk alongside me in my life and spiritual walk and their need for support in theirs. Their care.

I have this deep desire to be a woman known for her love and hospitality (much like the woman I mentioned seeing this past weekend). To have an open house that is always full of people and to care for others and love them so well with the Word. To pray over them so fiercely that their hearts open up to Him. To have this big, spiritual family – and that starts now.

It starts in reconnecting with those brothers and sisters that I have lost, or maybe even hurt, along the way. It starts in loving those around me, Christian or not, with a love and care so fierce that they can’t help but see the Lord. It is about creating community by inviting others into my home and giving my time freely when they need it.

It is about family. It is about Jesus.

So, I’m going to try something a little different this post. If you are in my “extended family” and we’ve lost touch – would you let me know? I’m going to try my hardest in the next few months to reach out to you and find time to hear more of your story and how I can care for you (especially if you’re local), but if you get to me first I would love it. I can’t wait to hear how you, my brother or sister, are doing and what the Lord has done in your life. If I’ve wronged you, I’d love a chance to humble myself to you and make it right. If there is some way I can help you, I want to try.

You are my family. This is a forever deal.

I can’t wait to see what this season brings and I can’t wait to reconnect.

 

 

Support

I’ve been kind of in this mud/fog lately in my mind. I’m not quite sure what I’m battling but its there and its weighing heavily on me. But this time, unlike other times of struggle in my life, I am surrounded by community and God’s word.

And it is beautiful.

In the last few days I have seen the Lord care for me and come to my rescue and aid through not only people that I walk closely with but people I never expected. Whether its a mentor, a coworker, my best friend or a friend I haven’t seen in years, I have been amazed to be noticed in a time where my soul has been weighed down so heavily and where I’ve felt alone.

If I could pinpoint the source of this heaviness and move past it, it would be done and gone in a second but sometimes the struggle isn’t always that easy. Sometimes we have to just sit in it a while and wait for it to pass.

But we can, and should, ask for help in that struggle. As a Christian and a member of Biblical community, we are not called to walk alone or go through tough times on our own – it may even be more dangerous should we choose that route.

So, here is my suggestion to you if you find yourself in the same place I currently am:

  • Ask for prayer.
  • Be honest about where you are.
  • Journal it out.
  • RUN TO JESUS. Spend time in God’s Word.
  • Have hope.

Most of all, know that it will end. As Psalm 30:5 says, “weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.” That morning may be days from now, but it will come and I’m holding on for that morning. It’s one of the more beautiful promises we have from the Lord and his Word – something we can hold on to.

And who knows, maybe the lesson in all of this is to ask for help. Maybe this heaviness has been given to me so that I can ask others to help bear the burden and be ready to carry theirs when it comes. All I know is I am thankful for this time and thankful for this opportunity to praise Him through the struggle.

“Even when my strength is lost
I’ll praise You
Even when I have no song
I’ll praise You
Even when it’s hard to find the words
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise”

– Hillsong UNITED “Even When It Hurts”

Focus

I’ve been feeling pretty convicted lately about how I spend my time. It’s pretty much all about me. Now, given, I love my girls and definitely take time out of the week to be with them but for the most part, I feel like I’ve been playing the role of self-focused, self-centered single adult pretty well. In fact, I would tell you one of the best parts of being a single adult is that you can do whatever you want whenever you want to do it.

But what does that really end up looking like? Well, I don’t know about your life but for me, it involves a lot of sleeping and watching Netflix and not a whole lot else.

There, I said it. It’s out. I’m a lazy Netflix addict.

But, really, it’s not enough just to say it. I need to do something about it. I need to use the giftings I have received from the Lord daily so that they do not grow weak! I need to spend my time, not throw it away on trivial, meaningless things like watching every season of Mad Men or Game of Thrones. And, if I’m REALLY being honest with myself, the things that are going into my mind when I’m participating in hours of binge watching those particular television shows (and most, really) are not the things of the Lord – I’m not spending hours watching Daystar here.

Anyway, I recently realized this is a problem in my life. It’s not just the binge watching that is the problem, it’s that the way I spend my time is in direct opposition to the way I want to spend my time – and the person I want to be.

Dream Stormye is a fierce woman of the Lord who knows the Word and can recall scripture in teaching and in conversation without having to say “you know.. that one that says something like…” or Googling it first. Fully-realized Stormye spends more of her time in the Word and with the Lord and focusing on the things of the Lord than ANYTHING else. Her nose is always in a book, she blogs on the regular (ahem), she spends her time encouraging those around her in the Lord because she KNOWS him.

I think part of this vision came when I was desperately trying to catch up on 8 days worth of daily Bible reading (yes, I know – see? I have a problem!). I was reading through Numbers and there was a section that really caught my attention. Aaron and Miriam were kind of trash-talking Moses and God (of course) heard them. God didn’t let this slide – in fact, he got pretty angry and he immediately intervened. I love what the Lord has to say about his servant Moses in Numbers 12:

 And he said, “Hear my words: If there is a prophet among you, I the Lord make myself known to him in a vision; I speak with him in a dream. 7 Not so with my servant Moses. He is faithful in all my house. 8 With him I speak mouth to mouth, clearly, and not in riddles, and he beholds the form of the Lord. Why then were you not afraid to speak against my servant Moses?”

Y’all. That is pretty incredible. There is an intimacy that Moses has with the Lord that is different than other prophets and it is something I long for. Can you imagine the Lord stepping in to defend you in this way? To be so intimately acquainted with the Creator of all – speaking with him mouth to mouth, beholding his form – that when someone is speaking against you he IMMEDIATELY intervenes? We know that Moses wasn’t perfect – he killed a man, he acted out in anger, he never was allowed entry into the promised land, but the Lord loved him and knew him.

And you know, the more I thought on this, the more I realized that we have an advantage that Miriam and Aaron and other people in the Old Testament didn’t have – we have Jesus. We have the Holy Spirit.

There’s another part a chapter earlier (like I said, I caught up on quite a bit of reading) where Moses is complaining to God about the people he is leading and how much of a burden it is. None of them can seem to get it and he just needs some help. So God, because he is awesome, tells Moses that he will give some of the Spirit that is within Moses to the 70 elders to help him out. This doesn’t mean that Moses suddenly had less of the Holy Spirit, it just means it was gifted to more people.

Guys. Do you see this? Moses had the Holy Spirit. We have the Holy Spirit. While we may not be hearing audible words from the Lord or seeing his form, we have been given the gift of the Spirit to encounter and interact with him in ways that we would otherwise miss out on.

What a shame to throw all of that away on Netflix.

So what’s my resolution, you ask? Why, thank you for asking! I resolve to rid myself of Netflix and Hulu for at least a month. I plan on spending time blogging (because I really do learn a lot when I write these things), working diligently on my D-Group study and, come June 1st, the beautiful Women in the Word study by She Reads Truth. I will pray without ceasing and surround myself with worship to prepare my heart to encounter and interact with the Lord Most High DAILY. I will not let my fear of being unable to relate to pop culture keep me from relating to my King.

I’m not asking any of you to give up something you don’t see necessary, but if this has resonated with you maybe you’ll join me? How wonderful would it be if we actually took the Lord up on his offer to know him and be changed by him? Because, really, I think this will change us.

Let me know if this is something you will join me in. Would love to be praying for you in your journey. Love you, friends!

 

Life

I’ve always enjoyed the LIFE board game. You know the one – you pick your colored car, get your little pink or blue pegs, either go to college or don’t, try to get the mansion and retire with a ton of cash? Yeah, that one. Its a pretty fun little game. Personally the competitor in me really enjoys collecting all of the cards and finishing before everyone else. But what I’ve recently realized and kind of like about the game is that it pokes fun at how mapped out all of our lives are.

If you were to put my life on that board game it wouldn’t quite fall in to the place its “supposed” to be. Sure, I graduated college, and picked a career path but I would need an off-road vehicle, not a mini van, to be where I currently am.

I’m now officially in my mid-to-late twenties and recently quit a pretty cool, well-paying job to work part-time retail while I try to become an elementary teacher. I’m still single, and live with two girls in the suburbs with my dog. In the past, the idea of being where I am right now was anxiety-inducing. I had my own picture-perfect little LIFE board drawn up in my head. Go to college, major in whatever, get married (find fulfillment in that), buy a house, have kids (find more fulfillment in that), and retire into the sunset. 10 years ago I thought for sure I would have a ring on my finger, a roof over my head (that I owned) and at least one kid by now – and if I didn’t I was sure it was because I had some how failed and taken the status of that weird older single girl in the church who is great but just can’t seem to find a guy – because isn’t that what life is all about? Getting married and stuff?

I was pretty narrow-minded in my idea of happiness and success. But, I was also a naive teenager. It’s funny how much perspective is gained from time and life experience. Having just turned 26 I’m able to look back on my life thus far and see some pretty great twists and turns. If I had lived life like I thought I would and achieved my high school measure of success I wouldn’t know what true independence is like – how scary and brave and wonderful it is to have to pay your own bills and be the sole decider of where you’ll live and what you’ll do with your life. I wouldn’t have the freedom to travel at a moment’s notice or put as much time into my ministry with my girls. I wouldn’t be me.

The sad part is I spent so much time wishing that my life was more like my picturesque little LIFE board that I missed out on a lot of the beauty of struggling through things I hadn’t planned and learning independence.

I remember interviewing for a job a few months back and they asked me what my 10 year plan held. Unlike the high school version of myself, I really had no idea. Its not for lack of ambition or dreams, its an open-handedness that looks to the One who plans my future and says “Okay, Lord, show me what you want for me and I’ll do it” – its knowing that His plans for me are far greater than any small thing I could ever dream up. It’s trust.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you’re going to be drawing up your future, use a pencil.

Ultimately, our futures are not ours to plan. Although its fun to play the game and check off those big milestones (graduation, marriage, kids, etc.), everyone’s journey is going to look a little different and we need to be willing and comfortable to deviate from the plan. And honestly that’s just like the Lord, isn’t it? We always think he’s going around “changing plans” but really he’s just kind of going full steam ahead on to what he ultimately has planned for each of us – which is way better than our wildest imaginations.

If you really look at the game of LIFE, there isn’t much to it – it goes quickly and ends too soon. I’d rather deviate from the windy road a little more, add some adventure and go where the Lord takes me.

Trust

A few weeks back I was reading through my D-Group study of Genesis and working through the questions when I had a “this-is-oddly-connected-to-my-current-situation” moment. Currently, we’re relearning the story of Abram (Abraham) and his faith.

Genesis 12:1-3 says, “Now the Lord said to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. And I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and him who dishonors you I will curse, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”

I was pretty casually going through the questions, giving the first response that came to mind when we hit a question that read: “Where did God as Abram to go from/to?” – the answer was simple enough. He commanded Abram to leave his family, his home and everything he knew to wander around until God told him he was in the land that he had promised him.

The follow up question, “If you were Abram, how would you feel about this destination?” was also pretty easy. I wrote something like, “I would have a hard time just blindly following the Lord and wandering around until he told me to stop. I like to know whats going on – I like to have a plan.”

The next question is the one that really got me:

“Has God ever taken you from the familiar to the unknown? How did you feel while you were in the midst of the transition? How did you feel about it in hindsight?”

Thats when it hit me. Hello! Are you not in this place right now? Did you not just leave the job that you know and were comfortable in to chase some new, not altogether certain dream? Are you not having to trust the Lord to lead you in this season even though you have no clear vision of the future?

My gut reaction was that I would fully and completely trust the Lord. Of course I wasn’t worried! I believed I made the right decision – why wouldn’t I trust him? Why would he ever fail me?

Well, that was Friday and now its Monday.

And can I tell you friends? The enemy is crafty. A few nights later I had one of those moments, you know? One of those wide-eyed, what-will-I do-if-all-of-this-fails, better-push-up-my-sleeves-and-solve-this-myself moments.

But that is not fair to the God I serve. He is so much bigger than that.

My mom is always so quick to remind me that God has never failed me before. As she likes to put it, she’s never been more confident of the Lord’s presence and provision in someone’s life than in mine – he has always taken care of me. But its not just me, friends, it’s all of us that are in Christ.

I love Hebrews 11 – it’s like a shoutout to Abraham for blindly trusting the Lord and then a list of how it all worked out when he did. It also serves as a great reminder that we should trust in the Lord because what he has planned is usually much bigger than our part in it.

By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, living in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God. By faith Sarah herself received power to conceive, even when she was past the age, since she considered him faithful who had promised. Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born descendants as many as the stars of heaven and as many as the innumerable grains of sand by the seashore.”

Did you catch that last part? From one man and his obedience God made NATIONS.

So, even though the desert may be scary, let me encourage you to look at it as a pretty cool place to be. We have the best possible guide who will not only get us through the uncertainty but bless us while we’re in it and long after. We can’t possibly imagine all of the ways that God will use us trusting him for his glory.

But isn’t it cool that we get to be a part of his plan and glory?

Keeping all of this in mind, I choose to keep my eyes on the Lord and follow him through this time of uncertainty. He is El HaNe’eman – “the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations” (Deut. 7:9) – and I will trust him.