Keep Less to Experience More

Keep Less to Experience More

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When our family prepared to move from a home with a large, unfinished basement to a home with no basement at all, we knew we had a lot of purging to do. Our older children left boxes behind when they moved out on their own, and we’d accumulated things in a way that reflected our seemingly unlimited storage capacity. In the end, it felt more like a curse than a blessing.

We donated over 300 boxes, including lots of hand-me-down clothing we no longer needed. We rented a dumpster and filled it to the brim with things that held no real value; it was more than our weekly garbage service could handle. We loaded a U-Haul with desks, furniture, and exercise equipment we had quit using and dropped them off at a local charity, hoping they’d find new homes.

Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t just purging my house; I was purging my soul. All that stuff had become an emotional burden.

In a perfect world (my children say I use this phrase a lot), we would have disposed of everything we no longer needed before the move. It was certainly the goal. But painting bathrooms and baseboards, calling in contractors, attending home inspections, and scrambling to find another house when we terminated the first contract we signed took too much time.

I wanted a fresh start in our new home, a chance to break habits that created more chaos than comfort, and to discover if less really was more.

I reflected on my relationship with stuff and how I was starting to use sentimental objects as they were intended instead of treating them like sacred objects. I saw that clutter could hijack my goals and steal my inner peace. Lately, I’ve been working my way through the final and most difficult items left to sort.

One of our (in)courage contributors, Kathi Lipp, is an expert on decluttering. Recently when I couldn’t decide what to do with a sentimental object, she asked me, “Will you ever go looking for it?” It’s a powerful question that continues to help me filter what should stay and what should go. She said that everything I get rid of makes space for growth in my life and teaches me to trust that God will bring what I need in the moment. It’s both wise and biblically sound advice.

“Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?”
Matthew 6:26 NLT

I’m learning to put quality over quantity. When we had too many children’s books, they stayed in a box (our youngest child is sixteen). We’ve weeded down to a few favorites and put them out on a shelf. Now our grandchildren have discovered family favorites like Good Night Little Bear and Madeline.

While trying to decide where to put cases of old music CDs, my children pointed out that we don’t even own a CD player anymore and that I can stream music now with apps on my phone, computer, or TV. I looked through them, rediscovered some old favorites, put them on my current playlists, and then gave the CDs to charity.

My sister and I sorted through a box of figurines our mother had collected. We each kept two or three favorites and put the rest in the donation box, smiling because we knew they’d make someone very happy. A couple of tiny treasures that had spent years in a box in my basement now sit on a shelf in my home.

By keeping less, we experience more.

Do you, too, find yourself bogged down by possessions that no longer bring you pleasure? Let’s look for ways to enjoy what we treasure and bless others with what we no longer need, trusting that God will provide for us.

This devotion is by Dawn Camp and featured in the spring issue of Everyday Faith Magazine.

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This year, and always, we are focusing on the truth that God has a plan for our lives and He makes all things new, which He tells us in His Word over and over. We hope this issue helps you know and share God’s love in fresh, authentic, and inspiring ways!

From cover to cover in Everyday Faith magazine, you will find stories and articles to inspire hope and encouragement and to remind you that no matter what you are facing or what life brings your way, God is making all things new for you. You will also find tips for creating a peaceful home and studying the Bible, anecdotes about persevering through difficult times, and stories of Easter traditions. You will find firsthand accounts of faith and comfort, and you will find truth from God’s Word.

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The Unfailing Love of God

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Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
Psalm 63:3-4 NLT

Unfailing. What an adjective! The very definition of unfailing uses words like constant, inexhaustible, infallible, and sure. Those words don’t always describe me or the way I love those around me. My love could probably often be described as exhaustible, fickle, and very conditional. That is human nature. Even on our best days, our love pales in comparison with the love of God. That’s the way it should be. We were never meant to love in our own strength. We were always meant to love others with the overflow of His love. To love as God loves, we first need to realize how much He really does love us.

The whole of Psalm 63 follows King David into the wilderness while he is on the run from his enemies. I would assume a situation like this would be the time I would doubt God’s love the most. But David didn’t. This was one of the times he trusted God’s love for him the most. His circumstances were hard and fearful, but he knew God was trustworthy. He knew God was faithful. He put every ounce of his being into giving God glory and praise even though his circumstances hadn’t changed.

Somehow David kept a thankful heart.

He had come to know that God’s unfailing love was literally better than life itself. He had tasted and seen His goodness. He knew it trumped anything this world could ever hope to offer. He knew God’s love was unconditional, unyielding, and unwavering.

I need to be reminded of that truth often. People disappoint. Seasons can be hard. Sin rears its ugly head. And yet, the Creator of the universe sees the depths of our hearts and loves us the same.

God’s love for us is not dependent on our faithfulness. It depends on His. He is love.

He sees our sins and offers us forgiveness. He sees our flaws and offers us grace. He sees our doubt and offers us truth. He sees us trapped in a pit and offers us rescue.

I don’t live in this space as easily as I wish I did. I know myself. I know I don’t always treat others well. I know my weaknesses and insecurities and the sin I try so hard to fight. Through it all, God loves me. And He loves you. He pursues us at all costs and to great lengths. His pursuit of us is constant. He fights for us. He loves us that much. He sees past who we are now and sees the potential of who we are called to be.

If we think God views us in a negative light, He doesn’t. I’ve never been more glad to be wrong. He calls us:

Chosen.

Holy.

Beloved.

I pray that we will learn to find our identity in the One who is faithful, rest in His unfailing love, and live out of the overflow into the lives of the broken world around us.

Do you view yourself as chosen, holy, and beloved? Why or why not?

 

This devotion was written by Karina Allen and originally published on (in)courage here.

You Are Not Actually Alone

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“Immediately the Spirit drove him into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness for forty days, being tempted by Satan. He was with the wild animals, and the angels were serving him.”
Mark 1:12-13 CSB

I’m sitting at my dining room table, country music playing just a smidge too loudly behind me as my daughters have a dance party on what feels like the seventy-third snow day this month. I reach for my Bible, running my hand down the whisper-thin pages, and close my eyes.

Before I can even say hello to God, much less reflect on His holiness, one of my daughters is crying and the other is shouting about how it’s not her fault — she didn’t do anything! This time, I close my eyes, but in frustration, not reverence.

I settle this latest argument and suggest a litany of quiet activities my kids might enjoy for a while. Finally, peace. My hand hovers over my Bible, but – much as I’m embarrassed to admit it – I hesitate. My phone is sitting right there, just waiting for me, begging for my attention, promising to entertain me and numb all the irritations that have cropped up this day.

Even if I manage to ignore the pull of my phone, my mind and heart are still so prone to wander.

What time is my appointment this afternoon?
Did I return that message? I should do that real quick, right now.
Why is the cat crying? Guess I better give her fresh water.
That reminds me: I need to refill my water bottle.
Maybe I should try that devotional I bought a few months ago.
I’m just going to pay that bill online . . . and answer that one email . . . and check on that project . . .

When I began studying ways to prepare my heart for Easter, something many know as the season of Lent, I read everything I could find about the time Jesus spent in the wilderness. While accounts can be found in three of the gospels, the brief description in Mark is what resonated most deeply with me.

Thinking of Jesus, alone in the wilderness, being tempted by Satan, surrounded by wild animals was a breath of fresh air to my distracted, weary soul. I feel alone! I’m tempted all the time! And yes, at times it feels like I’m surrounded by wild animals!

When we struggle to quiet our lives and our hearts enough to focus on God, Jesus knows exactly how we feel. And what I know from passages in Matthew and Luke is that despite the desperate situation in which He found Himself, He resisted temptation. The angels served Him, He leaned on His knowledge of Scripture and faith in God, and He resisted.

So what does that mean for me, as I think about one more failed attempt at a simple quiet time? What does that mean for you, as you feel the hunger and isolation of wilderness or battle attacks from temptation of all kinds, as you long for communion with the Lord but feel unable to get there, to stay there, to remember why you were going there in the first place?

It means this: Our Lord and Savior isn’t just the One who can quench our thirst and ease our pain. He is worthy of our praise and adoration, but He also is intimately familiar with our challenges and our struggles. He knows the strength it requires to seek Him and abide with Him, and He knows that, without Him, we will perish in the wilderness.

It means that not only is Jesus our goal when we set aside time for Him, but He is our solution for fighting through all the distractions and temptations that work so hard to keep us away. It means that no matter how barren and empty our personal wilderness may feel, we are not actually alone in our search for God. Just as the angels were with Him, Jesus is with us.

Dear Lord, thank You for going first into the wilderness — for showing us how important it is to get alone and quiet, to seek God, and to listen. Thank You for going with us when we face temptation and distraction — for giving us the tools we need to resist. Jesus, You are worth every effort it takes to quiet my mind and my heart. You are worthy of every minute I devote to You above all else. Please meet me in this place. Bind my wandering heart to Yours. Keep my eyes set on You. Thank You, Lord, for never letting me go. Amen. 

Excerpt from Journey to the Cross: Forty Days to Prepare Your Heart for Easter by Mary Carver.

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When You’re Doing the Work of Two People in a Friendship

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Author Elizabeth Stone wrote that being a parent is “…to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” As a mama to three beloved older children myself, I say, Amen, Elizabeth. Certainly, parenting often feels like that.

And if you’re a tender-hearted gal like I am, it can feel like your heart is more exposed than the average person’s whether you have children or not. I feel things acutely, and in the process, my heart can get banged up and bruised as it bumps into the hard stuff of humanity.

This tender-hearted tendency is part of what makes me an Enneagram Two. Typically, Enneagram Two’s are empathetic and friendly. My currency is relationships – -family and friendships. When my important relationships are in good shape, I’m in good shape. If they’re not, then I’m not. One positive of an Enneagram Two like me is I love to help you in any way you need. One negative is that I love to help you in any way you might not need or want. Heh. Sometimes, I’m a bit too hands-on.

Generally speaking, this desire to help still serves other people and myself well. But from time to time, it does not.

For example, one way this inclination to “over help” has shown itself is in my friendships, particularly at the beginning of a potential new one. I will reach out to the other person, inviting her to do this or that. I may text her fairly regularly to ask how she and her family are doing. That’s well and good when the other person is interested in forming a friendship with me. But if she’s not, that becomes apparent through her lack of reciprocation.

But instead of seeing the situation as it is, I’ve been known to double down by reaching out to her more often. ⁠

⁠In short, I’ll begin doing the work for both of us.

Now, that’s not to say that persistence doesn’t pay off from time to time. Perhaps the other person isn’t reaching out because she doesn’t think to, is busy, or is shy, rather than because she’s not really interested in a friendship with me.

In a long-held friendship, I may spend more time reaching out to another friend than she is to me if that friend is going through a particularly difficult time. When someone’s life is in triage, it’s certainly good to check in on her more than you might normally. It’s good to let her have the floor more often to share about what she’s going through. Seasoned friendships call for periods when the scales of give and take are lopsided.

But whether a friendship is one you’ve had for a while or is just getting off the ground, it shouldn’t always be lopsided. And if it is, then more often than not, you and I need to read the writing on the wall and accept that this friendship probably isn’t meant to be. ⁠

But I tell you, this is sometimes easier said than done for my Enneagram Two heart that sits just under my skin. Concerning this, I used to say things to myself like, “I’m not giving up on her! I need to try harder!” But the blessing of being 49 and having a good deal of maturity at this point in life is understanding that sometimes, giving up is exactly the right thing to do.

1 Thessalonians tells us, “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing” (5:11 NIV).

I also like the insight found in The Message’s interpretation of this verse: “So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind.”

As an encourager myself, I’ve always looked at this verse as part of my personal mission to “build up hope” in folks’ lives. And while I recognize that none of us can be friends with everyone, I don’t want to “leave behind” one whom I’d like to be friends with. However, if the other person is showing little to no interest in a friendship with me, then letting her be isn’t the same as leaving her behind. It’s honoring her choice to go in a different direction — the same choice we all want to have.

When I’m getting a lukewarm response from someone after extending the hand of friendship, I’ve found freedom in saying to myself, “Ya know, Kristen, she’s just not able to reciprocate now. Maybe she won’t be ever. Either way, you’re gonna be fine.” ⁠And then I decide to take the pressure off myself (and her!) and just let her be.

With a willingness to keep my heart open to people, time and experience have taught me that while I can’t do the work of two people in a friendship, I can trust God to work toward my good in leading me to those who’ll welcome my efforts and reciprocate with their own. I can embrace a friendly way towards others and towards my tender-hearted self, too.

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New Friends and a Table for 12

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Tables. Let’s talk about tables. There has been a lot of talk about tables. It seems that everywhere I turn there is a sermon, a podcast, or a song mentioning tables. Why do you suppose that is? It’s because so much of life happens around a table.

We eat there during our daily meals. We enjoy large feasts for the holidays. We celebrate successes and mourn losses, all around the table. We share stories and laughs. We ask questions and give advice. We dream and strategize. We even have hard conversations, all around the table.

I had the joy of being invited to sit around a table for a Galentine’s gathering. My friend Amie was the host. She and her husband recently moved back to Baton Rouge after living in other states for some years. As we all can imagine, re-entry to a place that has changed in your absence can be complex. But Amie has a ton of dear friends and has had sweet community in the cities she has lived in. She desires to create that type of community now back in her hometown.

Amie’s dream has always been to have a table that seats twelve. Her dream finally came true. Delivered to her new house a week before our gathering was a stunning table that, when extended, fits exactly twelve. Each woman who came that night was beautiful, kind, smart, funny, engaging, talented, humble, gracious, and madly in love with Jesus. We were all in varying degrees of ministry, of different ages and seasons of life.

We ate and laughed and cried. We shared our hearts, dreams, and passions. We shared the challenges of life where we needed prayer and we shared how God has answered prayers. We encouraged and challenged one another. Each one of us felt seen, heard, loved, and valued.

I tend to be someone who makes friends rather easily. I find great joy in new friendships, yet a room full of strangers can be intimidating. I’m so grateful that Amie fought her fears or doubts to extend the invitation and create space for connection. I’m so grateful that I said ‘yes’ to the invite.

I read on a blog that “In the Bible, the table has always been a place of presence — where God is present with His people and His people are present with one another.” I think that is beautiful. That’s exactly what took place that night.

We all began the night as strangers and left as friends, sisters, and cheerleaders. I’m expectant about what the Lord will continue to teach me through the lives of each of my new friends. And I’m thrilled to be on a mission to further the gospel and build the kingdom with a group of women who have burning hearts for Jesus.

I think about the life of Christ. He spent a great deal of time reclining at tables. He entered the homes of friends and strangers. He was invited and welcomed in and He invited Himself into some of those spaces. He shared meals. He taught parables that explained the kingdom. He healed the sick. He delivered the demonized. He saved the lost and encouraged the broken.

In Luke 19:1-10, Jesus invites Himself to the home of Zacchaeus, a notorious sinner in his community. Jesus knew he was curious about turning his life around and making amends. Jesus quickly extended grace and forgave him.

Luke 7:36-50 is one of my favorite moments in Scripture. Here we find yet another person known to be a sinner in their community. This woman barges her way into a private dinner where Jesus is in attendance. She lavishes worship on Jesus by anointing Him with costly oil and her tears. In the presence of Jesus, she was truly repentant. Again, forgiveness was given and generously so.

In the Passover supper recorded in Matthew 26:17-30, Jesus tells the disciples of the new covenant that will be ushered in because of His death and resurrection. He leads them in prayers of thanks. They break bread and drink wine. He exposes a future betrayal. They worship.

Another inspiring moment in Scripture happens in Luke 14:1-6. On the Sabbath, Jesus finds Himself at the home of a Pharisee for a meal. A man is in attendance who is sick in his body. Without hesitation, Jesus heals the man. And Jesus asks the religious leaders questions that they had no answers to.

When Jesus shows up at the table, everything changes. His presence shatters all confusion. It brings peace to chaos. It brings hope, healing, and restoration. His presence ushers in waves of grace and mercy, love and redemption.

There is always room for you at His table. He welcomes us in our sin, our shame, our brokenness. He covers us in His blood, forgives us, and sets us free.

At His table, we find our Savior, our Lord, our Father, and our friend.

Are you in a season where you need a seat at His table? I’d love for you to share so I can encourage you!

 

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Death Comes Before Resurrection

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It was a few days before Ash Wednesday, the day when people go to church, have ashes spread on their foreheads, and hear someone utter: Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

I didn’t go to the Ash Wednesday service this year. I didn’t need a reminder of our mortality. I had received one just days earlier when a friend of mine passed away. It shocked my system. His death triggered old trauma. But I was set to speak at an event in Calgary, Alberta so I got on a plane. 

As soon as I finished speaking, I hoofed it to my rental car and drove to the mountains. I felt like I could crawl out of my skin and I needed to get close to something God Himself had made. I wept and drove, wept and drove. I cranked worship music. The mountains came into view – sweeping and grandiose, looming larger and so much steadier than me. I could feel myself take a deep breath, and then another. 

I kept my eyes on the mountains and told Jesus how little I felt I had left in me. I told Him how tired I am of people dying. I told Him that I didn’t want to go to more funerals. 

God knows funerals well. He was the only person present at the funeral of Moses. 

In Deuteronomy 34, the final chapter in the five books of the Hebrew Torah, Moses died. Even the fearless leader had to face death. Moses’ friends and family weren’t surrounding him when he passed away, but he did have God. 

“And Moses the servant of the Lord died there in Moab, as the Lord had said. He buried him in Moab…” Deuteronomy 34:5-6 NIV

The “He” in verse six is God. Did you catch that? It’s striking: God buried Moses. 

How did God feel when He buried His friend? When He was pouring dirt over the face of the man He spoke to face-to-face? 

God knew Moses would be with Him forever, and yet He still had the tenderness to bury Him. God put His hands in the earth, got dirt under His fingernails, and knelt beside a body that no longer breathed life. 

God was not absent or distant in the face of Moses’ death. He didn’t rush through the grief in order to celebrate how Moses would soon be with Him in eternity. No one saw God bury Moses, but God deemed a funeral important enough to perform it Himself.

God doesn’t seem to be afraid of burials. I can’t help but wonder how vital He knows them to be – because death comes before resurrection. 

Resurrection is coming. We know that to be true, particularly in this Lenten season when Easter will soon arrive. We wait with anticipation to celebrate the glorious resurrection of Jesus, who defeated death once and for all. Easter Sunday is one of my favorite days of the year. 

But resurrection means that someone has died. 

Our God is not in the habit of rushing through death or grieving. He wept at the tomb of His friend in John 11, and He buried His friend all alone in Deuteronomy 34. 

He is “a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.” He knows your grief, and He knows mine. 

Easter is coming, to be sure. But Good Friday comes first. God isn’t afraid of death or your grief. He weeps with us. He is close to the brokenhearted.

And soon, when we begin to see a glimmer of light from beneath the sadness, we can hold fast to this, too… 

Resurrection is coming. 

 

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Seeing the Full Picture When We Look Back

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This was the year I dreaded buying Christmas cards. Because you can search every shelf, but you won’t find one that reads, “Joy to the Lord! This year I doubted God!”

For the first time in my life, I had questioned God’s goodness. I questioned His sovereignty. I questioned my own adherence to beliefs that weren’t doing a thing in the face of a particular grief. I also published two books, took a spontaneous road trip with my husband and kids, and survived working from home while also helping my daughters do school at home.

How could all of that be true at the same time? In the same year? How could a big, wonderful, beautiful year also contain some serious anguish and doubt that shook me to my core? How could one small season hold the weight of enormous blessings and crushing burdens?

I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I know it’s true. All the amazing things that happened aren’t less real or less valuable because of my struggle. And the fact that I wrestled with my faith in a new and painful way wasn’t reduced by the fact that I experienced a lot of joy. Our lives are full of both joy and pain — often at the very same time. And that’s okay. We can acknowledge both. We can hold both.

And we can worship God through both.

The good parts of the year are actually richer because of the thread of pain and doubt and struggle that winds through the weeks and months. Only by seeing the good and the hard intertwined and overlapping do I see how faithful God has been to me.

He’s not just here when you’re happy. He’s not just here when you’re grateful. He’s not just here when you’re rock solid, believing with all your heart. He’s here, always, no matter what. He’s here no matter how much your circumstances, your life, or your heart change. He’s here, and He never changes.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”
Hebrews 13:8 NLT

by Mary Carver, as published in 100 Days of Strength in Any Struggle

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Beloved, You Are Covered by the Blood of Jesus

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It was a great day, until it wasn’t.

The house was quiet. The toddler was compliant. A friend had stopped by to deliver a bouquet of beautiful flowers and gluten-free macarons, all in celebration of my book release.

But all the calmness of my day went away the moment I fell down the stairs — the moment I slipped and landed hard on the middle of my back, the impact sending a shock through my spine.

I’m no stranger to back pain, and I’ve had my fair share of accidents and injuries. So, believe me when I tell you I knew exactly how bad this fall was. In an instant, I imagined how this scenario would pan out. First, the headaches would come. Then, my muscles would tighten and pull. Then, of course, my neck and back would be riddled with pain.

I knew I’d need to see a chiropractor, but I cringed at the very thought because chiropractors cost money — money that I didn’t have in this current season. So, there I was, my body tensing up and taking on pain. Meanwhile, deep down inside, I opened myself to a tornado of fears in my mind and a tsunami of tears in my heart.

Within the next few days, I made some calls — but, of course, I got the runaround. We don’t accept your insurance. You only have five chiropractic care visits. You need this kind of plan. You need this kind of referral. I finally ended up going to my primary care doctor. I told her I’d fallen and needed to see a chiropractor. She asked me if I had any bruises. Did I hit my head? No broken bones?

Her demeanor and tone told me exactly what I feared would happen. That, judging from the outside, it seemed I was fine. I took a deep breath and told her about my past pains and my health history. I told her I knew my body and knew what I needed . . . and if she could please refer me to a chiropractor.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “But . . . I’ll try to send a referral in.”

Days later, I found myself sitting in the waiting room at a chiropractor’s office. While I waited to be called back, I entertained my tornado of fears. I imagined the bills piling up as I struggled to afford a treatment plan that could cost me thousands of dollars. (True story. This happened not too long ago — and I’m still paying down those medical debts).

But then, I saw something.

From the corner of my eye, I caught the light passing through the glass table in front of me. The light formed a rainbow on the floor and, as it danced about, it drew my eyes to see a Bible on the table.

In an instant, my fears were stilled and I felt peace as I took in the reminder that God is God and God is good, even here — in the middle of this doctor’s office where I worried about my back and my bills.

Later, when the woman in the office opened up my case, she told me the suggested treatment plan and that the thirty (yes, thirty) suggested office visits would ALL be covered by insurance.

My jaw dropped. Tears welled up in my eyes. “You don’t understand,” I said through shock and tears. And she didn’t. She didn’t know that just days earlier I’d been told my insurance wouldn’t cover any of this. She didn’t know about my health history and my high co-pays, having to dish out money for expensive specialists and food specific to my dietary needs.

She didn’t know about my work situation, financial situation, or health situation. She didn’t know about the one thousand burdens stapled to my back. She couldn’t possibly have known how badly I needed the reminder that independence and self-sufficiency and doing things in the name of strength and strategy can only take you so far, can only take care of you for so long.

She didn’t know I needed the reminder that I needed Jesus — that I am His beloved and I am covered by His blood. Right then and there, I needed the reminder that Jesus sees and saves me. He sees the impossible bills, the needs and fears that keep me up at night. He sees my sin of self-sufficiency and all the ways I try to heal and save myself.

Beloved, when will we ever not need to be reminded that our only confidence in life is Christ? When will we ever not need the reminder that Christ cares for us? Deeply, daily, we always need the reminder that our hope and help come from Christ alone.

  • Jesus cares about saving our souls and He cares about soothing our sorrows.
  • Jesus cares about forgiving our sins and He cares about making our daily provisions.

By the blood of Christ, we are covered, taken under the shield and shelter of our great God — the forgiver of all sins and the giver of all gifts.

Beloved — I’d love to hold space for whatever it is you may be going through right now. Comment below and share where in your life you need (or see) the provision, grace, and covering of Jesus. I would love to encourage you!

 

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A Promise to Cling to When You’re Afraid

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“They will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you and will rescue you,” declares the Lord.
Jeremiah 1:10 NIV

God calls Jeremiah to be a prophet during a time of upheaval in Israelite history. God says, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” But Jeremiah is unsure of himself saying, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.”

Isn’t this how so many of us feel right now as we lead our homes, our churches, and our communities? As we try to facilitate important conversations at our tables and online or make decisions that impact others far and wide? As we try to navigate counseling our children in a complex world, caring for aging parents, or asking God what our purpose is for such a time as this? We are weary of politics and sickness, natural disasters, and human divisions. The news cycle is so disheartening that it can easily lead to heartbreak and hopelessness.

But what does God say? God says to us, “Do not be afraid; I am with you.”

So when what’s before you seems over your head, hold on to this promise: God is with me when I am afraid.

 

 

 

Recipe for Easter Egg Blondies

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March has us on the hunt for special treats! Luckily we have another great recipe from our friend Nancy, who creates the most delicious, beautiful dishes. A new season is on the way, flowers are starting to make an appearance, and celebrating Jesus’s resurrection puts us in the mood for anything that looks like joy. And nothing in the oven looks more like joy than pastel egg-shaped chocolate in a blondie!

Thank you to our friend Nancy C. for putting together this delicious recipe! We hope you try it out and enjoy it with family and friends during the Easter season. Friends, scroll down for the recipe and download a FREE printable recipe card!

Easter Egg Blondies

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Prep Time: 15 min
Bake Time: 30 min

INGREDIENTS

  • 1/2 cup butter, melted
  • 3/4 cup packed light
  • brown sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 tsp. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1 (9-oz.) pkg. Cadbury Mini Eggs, divided (chop 1 cup of the mini eggs to stir in the batter and keep the rest, almost 1/2 cup, unchopped to use for scattering on top)

INSTRUCTIONS:

  1. Preheat oven to 350˚F. Grease an 8 x 8” baking pan or line with parchment paper; set aside.
  2. In a large or medium-sized bowl, add the melted butter and brown sugar, blending well. Then add the egg and vanilla extract, mixing everything well. Next, add the flour, baking powder, and salt, mixing until all ingredients are combined.
  3. Fold in the 1 cup of chopped mini eggs, mixing until evenly distributed in batter. Add batter, spreading evenly, into prepared baking pan.
  4. Bake at 350˚F for 20 minutes, then remove from oven briefly to scatter and slightly press the remaining mini eggs on top; bake 10 more minutes, until edges are golden and center is set (a toothpick inserted in center should come out clean).
  5. Cool completely in pan, then cut into squares.

Note: An easy way to “chop” the mini eggs is to put them in a zip-top bag and crush them into chunky pieces with a rolling pin.

To get the beautiful and fresh look above, use this set of Tea Towels! Pop leftover egg-shaped chocolates in one of these Grace & Gratitude Dip Bowls, and the blondies would be lovely served on this Grace & Gratitude Blush Medium Pedestal. Find these beautiful pieces and more at Mary & Martha by DaySpring.

 

You Are His Child

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As we get ready for Easter this year, a season of renewal, tap into your inner child and experience the joy in a new and unexpected way.

Remember the empty tomb and the childlike wonder of those who witnessed it — who stood at the entrance of the place where, just hours before, the turning point in history had happened: human feet on holy ground. Hearts filled with the utter delight of God’s love made visible in a way that it had never been before.

This Easter Sunday, fill your heart with His joy in a new way and let it spill out everywhere. Take a lesson from children about feeling the pureness of joy, just as Jesus did.

1. Be humble. Children ask questions. They haven’t yet convinced themselves that they’re self-sufficient beings who should know most everything. If we’ve been following Christ for a while, we’re likely very familiar with the facts about Easter morning. We feel safe knowing the answers and sometimes we let that be enough. But what if we ask God for more this year? Ask Him to nudge us out of our comfort zones into new experiences of His resurrection life? Sure, we can celebrate those cherished traditions, but let’s show up with anticipation, too—trusting Him to do a new thing.

2. Leave room for wonder. One of the surest routes to authentic praise is to sink our roots deep in the wonder of life, as our children do naturally. Genuine gratitude springs from being present in the moment, aware of even the simplest joys. This Easter season, consider revisiting (or beginning) a gratitude journal. The more blessings you discover, the more you will be filled with praise for the One who provided them. As you reflect on the empty tomb, your heart will be worshipful!

3. Share the joy. Our little ones often express their feelings without filters. They want to draw us into their experience so that we can share their excitement. But we grown-ups sometimes forget how wonderful shared joy can be. We assume others wouldn’t understand or won’t be interested in our experience. However, it is very likely there are people in our lives right now who desperately need a renewed sense of hope.

As you celebrate the resurrection this year, allow that joy to spill over. Whatever it looks like for you, share the joy you’ve found in Christ with those around you — not because you have to, but because you just can’t help yourself!

So let us come to Him this Easter as His children, with open hearts and willing hands, to love and serve in whatever way He leads us. As we envision the empty tomb and celebrate that eternal freedom we have been given, let’s not keep this joy to ourselves. Let’s be a part of bringing His Kingdom here, today — transforming this world with His healing love, one precious heart at a time.

He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
Matthew 18:2-3 NIV

This devotion is by Paige DeRuyscher as featured in Simply Jesus: The Hope of Easter.

DaySpring has a special keepsake magazine called Simply Jesus: The Hope of Easter, and we think you’ll love it!

In this keepsake magazine, you will find a collection of powerful Scriptures, inspiring prayers, and heartfelt articles, as we hope to help you deepen your faith during this sacred season and help your family celebrate Easter together in new and exciting ways. Pick up your copy of Simply Jesus: The Hope of Easter wherever magazines are sold and at DaySpring.com. We hope to bring you inspiration in the form of personal stories and inspirational articles, the sharing of traditions, celebrating with family, observing Lent, and keeping the death and resurrection of Christ at the center of it all. With each turn of the page, may you be filled with the spark of hope and joy that Easter promises. 

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How You Can *Really* Help Someone with a Terminal Diagnosis

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There are moments in life you never forget. I’ll never forget when my sister called to tell me an MRI to check on a recurring cyst near her ear had revealed a suspicious brain mass instead. When our call ended, I wailed, desperately hoping that everything she and my brother-in-law just told me was some kind of dreadful mistake. But a few weeks later, an invasive biopsy confirmed brain cancer.

Words and phrases like “inoperable,” “incurable,” and “cut your life short” fueled a waking nightmare, and life became a runaway train from which there was no escape. As much as it was a horror for me, I could only imagine her terror of living it.

We’re close in the way sisters can be, stitched even tighter from losing our mom when we were way too little to hold a grief that big. Lora took her big-sister responsibility seriously and appointed herself boss of me. Ever the compliant little sister, I let her.

She’s always been my biggest cheerleader, and I cried off and on for weeks following her diagnosis. Still, the intensity and relentlessness of my pain surprised me, until it finally occurred to me that I had known and loved Lora longer than anyone else in my life. When someone sees, knows, and loves you no matter what, it’s a beautiful reflection of how God sees, knows, and loves you without condition.

The utter shock of a diagnosis like this never quite goes away. It changes you and everyone close to you. One of the most exasperating things Lora would say as she adjusted to her new reality was, “You don’t understand. People don’t get it.” But, how could anyone fully understand something they had never experienced? She was right. Regardless, I tried, begging God to provide understanding.

Lora is over a year into her diagnosis now, and I love how her husband, Jody, describes this season: Golden.

Amidst all the symptoms of the disease, consequences from testing and treatment, and unexpected setbacks, beauty is distilled in moments. You finally grasp the preciousness of time when you don’t have as much as you thought. And, when so much is out of your control, you gain a sense of urgency and agency over the things you can control.

Recently in a conversation with Lora and Jody, they mentioned the awkward position they’ve repeatedly found themselves in with people wanting to help. What is offered isn’t what they need, and they don’t know how to express this for fear of sounding ungrateful. Well-meaning friends make assumptions about what is helpful. Most people (including me!) offer food, but it has to be for when it fits their schedule. What we fail to consider is how full the person’s refrigerator may already be, how small their appetite is from treatment or sickness, how our timing isn’t aligned with their existing plans, and how guilty or unappreciative the person feels from having to throw out excess food they simply can’t eat. Even if we ask open-ended questions about how to help, it’s awkward for the person to express what they really could use.

Through my sister’s eyes, I see how serving well begins with asking for suggestions, listening carefully, and getting creative by anticipating all sorts of needs. Serving well focuses on others and doesn’t assume that what expresses love to me is what’s best in every instance.

Ephesians 5:1-2 (ESV) tells us to be imitators of God and to “walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us.” Loving and serving others sacrificially is a beautiful imitation of Jesus.

When I realized there were better ways to help others going through similar circumstances, I asked my sister, brother-in-law, and friends for suggestions. Here are some of their ideas for helping someone with a terminal diagnosis:

  • Be diligent in prayer. It means more than you know to the people for whom you’re interceding.
  • Give gift cards. Restaurant gift cards are always nice, and general spending cards allow the person total flexibility.
  • Short visits. I used to think it would communicate “I don’t care” if I didn’t stay a long while, but I’ve learned “less is more.” Be sensitive. The person who’s sick is sick, and your brief visit (15 – 30 minutes) is a gift!
  • Send short texts without expecting replies. For example, “Keep smiling! No need to reply, I just wanted you to know I’m praying for you.”
  • If you send plants, make sure they’re low maintenance.
  • Give gas cards to out-of-town young adult children. The unexpected, added expense of travel impacts their budget and shouldn’t limit how often they return home. Offer to take care of their pet or cover boarding, too.
  • Be sincere and sensitive with words and touch (hugging could be painful) and it’s okay not to speak much at all. No one knows what to say when someone is battling a difficult diagnosis, so embrace the awkwardness.
  • Make space for tears and laughter. Both are good medicine.
  • Send greeting cards from time to time. They usually arrive exactly when they’re needed.
  • Send cash for cleaning, DoorDash, groceries, or whatever. Don’t ask, just give.
  • Don’t try to “save” the person in the room. Avoid religious clichés.
  • Don’t feel like you have to bring anything on a visit other than your presence. Even if you don’t get to see the person, maybe you were meant to see the caregiver.
  • Speaking of caregivers, remember them, too. They’re sad, exhausted, and weary, and your care, encouragement, and thoughtfulness are life-giving.
  • Gather friends to take care of the yard or housework. Show up with tools/supplies in hand.

We’d love to hear your thoughts and suggestions as well. How have you ministered to others, or what do you wish people knew if you’re going through something like this?

 

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When You Think God Is Being Silent

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“I don’t hear well, so you are going to have to shout,” he said as he slowly followed behind me, pushing his walker.

I turned around with a smile to respond, “I have two kids, I am used to yelling!”

We walked into the examination room and he sat down in the chair with his torso bent forward and his head hanging down. His wife sat next to me and shared about his recent symptoms that brought him to my physical therapy clinic.

I put my laptop on the desk and scooted my stool close to him. “Can you kick your right leg out?” He didn’t even look up, so I repeated myself louder as I tapped on his right thigh gently.

He looked up. “What do you want me to do?” I repeated my instruction as I kicked my leg out to show him exactly what I wanted. He watched me and then shook his head, “I can’t understand. I’m sorry!”

His wife who was sitting on the other side of the room said, “Hon, she wants you to kick that right leg out” and he immediately did it. The rest of the examination went the same way. What was interesting is that she never leaned in or raised her voice, yet he heard her clearly. I was inches away from him, shouting, but he couldn’t hear me.

They had been married for over 50 years; he knew her voice. Even when old age deafened him to all the noise of the world, it couldn’t silence the voice of his lover. He had heard her voice in all tones and at all volumes, over all the years. It was as familiar to him as his own voice, so she didn’t need to yell. Her whisper was sufficient.

I have been a believer for over 25 years and I have learned, for the most part, to discern the voice of Jesus. But last year was perhaps one of the most challenging seasons of my life and I felt as if God was silent. I could feel Him with me, using me to minister to strangers at conferences as I would speak, and even heal my own body miraculously as I prayed. But what was strange to me is that in the one area I was desperate to hear His direction and waited for His provision, He seemed so silent.

Now as I stand in a new year and look back, I see that I was only aware of God in the obvious and big moments and miracles. But He was training me to hear His whispers. He was teaching me like He taught the prophet Elijah: sometimes God shows up in the mighty winds, earthquakes, and fires, but He can also show up in the gentle whispers too (1 Kings 19:11-13). Perhaps this was the moment that Elijah felt the lowest, and God came in the quietest — as an intimate friend with a whisper. God showed Elijah that He is powerful but He is also personal.

I have learned that often what we perceive as the silence of God is actually His still small voice, an intimate whisper.

Jesus said, “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me” (John 10:27 ESV).

There is a level of intimacy you reach in some relationships where a whisper or a wink is enough. You are connected so deeply that your communication style changes. You don’t have to be physically close in proximity to sense the other person’s emotions. You know them as much as you know yourself.

Jesus invites us to this kind of intimate relationship, where we know His heart and He knows ours.

He knows our sighs and frustrations.
He knows the fear and anxiety that is plaguing us.
He knows our dreams and our plans for our children.
He knows our doubts and desire to believe.

Friend, if you are in a season where you think God is silent I want to encourage you with this thought: God may not be yelling; He could be whispering. Don’t let the struggles of this life steal the voice of Love. You haven’t lost your ability to hear Him well, you may have just entered a new level of intimacy with God. God is inviting you to know Him, not simply in the big moments but in the seasons of quiet when life is hard. He wants you to know that He is powerful and He is personal. Listen for His sweet, intimate whispers today.

 

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Think Right, Talk Right, See Right

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“Be careful how you think; your life is shaped by your thoughts.”
Proverbs 4:23 GNT

Have you ever assumed something and eventually realized you were way off? Yup, same here. I’ll always regret the time when I made fun of my friends for loving boba tea. To me, without ever trying it, I knew it was disgusting. “Have fun drinking your boobie tea,” I’d tell them. “Goodness gracious, those little balls on the bottom look like mini rabbit turds,” I joked. That is, until one brave day, I decided to try it—and oh my heavens, my life changed. After tasting its smoothie goodness with a side of tapioca goodness, I realized that my assumptions about boba tea were completely wrong. If I could apologize to a drink, I absolutely would. But I couldn’t, so I just apologized to my friends.

Because my thought process was off, it led to my words being off, which led to the way I perceived things to be off. Come to think of it, this happens to us quite a bit in life. When we think wrongly about something, we will speak wrongly about it, and the way we see it becomes very misaligned. This goes for our interactions with people, our circumstances, and even our relationship with God.

Let’s break it down:

Think Right: We must guard our hearts, first, by thinking right. When our minds are renewed, we think more like Jesus, which prevents us from believing lies. Our character is, mainly, defined by our thoughts.

Talk Right: The things we speak are direct correlations to what is going on in our hearts. Whatever our hearts are dwelling on will eventually become vocalized. Because the human mind is fickle, it is a dangerous thing to mistake “speaking without thought” for “speaking the truth.” Therefore, examine your thoughts and your heart above all else before using your words in any situation.

See Right: When we think the way Jesus thinks and talk the way Jesus talks, we will see things the way Jesus sees. This causes healing instead of division and peace instead of turmoil. If your thoughts, words, and perceptions are steadfast, God will keep your life in perfect peace.

God, renew my mind, my words, and my perceptions today. I want my character to be aligned with Yours. Amen.

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Goodness Gracious: 90 Unfiltered Devotions for This Sometimes-Too-Serious Life, by Hannah Crews, is a 90-day devotional to help readers laugh, gain new perspectives, and tap into the joy God gives. 

Sometimes the light of Christ in our life is a flickering candle instead of a burning blaze. We get bogged down by distractions, challenges, the daily grind, and sometimes serious issues. This devotional is a fun, honest take on life’s situations — and its silliness. Readers of Goodness Gracious will be encouraged to dust themselves off, throw open the shades, and let the joy of the Lord overflow from their hearts and into the world. They’ll laugh, reflect, and be inspired by the refreshing authenticity of author Hannah Crews as they experience a renewal of their joy in Christ.

Goodness Gracious is far more than just a cute devotional book designed to let you check off your “I spent time with Jesus today” box. It’s a beautifully practical and hilarious tool that Hannah has crafted to help us draw near to Christ on the brightest of days, the darkest of nights, the mundane “meh” moments, and even the downright “blah” days. Her writing has a remarkable way of making you feel seen and understood, all while gently challenging you to rise up. You will laugh, cry, and grow through every single page. And by the end, you will be equipped to genuinely walk in the joy of the Lord, no matter what you might be walking through.

We know Goodness Gracious will be a gift in your life or the life of someone you love.

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You’ve Got God, and God Will See You Through

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“What am I going to do now?”

It was the question I didn’t want to be asking myself.

Sitting in a parking lot with my seatbelt still strapped tight across my chest, I could feel the grief rippling across my chest in waves. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white as I let the tears fall.

I received some bad news that afternoon. It was the kind of news that loomed over my head like an impending doom. In a way, pieces of my life, pieces that I had held dear, had been ripped from me and I knew things were never going to be the same again.

My kids sat confused in the backseat. But there were no words. I had no idea how to explain any of what was happening to them (they’re still quite young).

How does one put loss into words, anyway?

Loss is hard enough, but not knowing who to talk to or how to communicate what you’re going through just adds another layer of struggle and pain.

I think this is particularly true for us as women.

We have so much that we’re shouldering – we’re running the home front, doing work on the side or full time, prepping meals, driving kids to school and activities, caring for aging parents, supporting our friends… and sometimes, there’s no space in all the busyness to just let the grief of our own losses have a space to breathe.

So, all of a sudden, when you least expect it, the grief comes bursting out, uncontrollably — like during car rides and in empty parking lots. The grief hits you like a bag of bricks and you have no idea how to put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward.

It’s been a few years since that dark day in the parking lot, and I still think about the moment often.

I wish I could somehow transport myself into that car and hug my younger self and tell her, “God’s got you. You’re going to be OK.”

I don’t mean that in an insincere way.

Life was really hard for a while.

As many of us know firsthand, loss isn’t linear. That first wave of grief leads to many more ripples of pain, loneliness, and heartache. There were days I didn’t want to function; days where I could barely get out of bed because I didn’t know what my future held.

But by God’s grace, I survived. God carried me through my darkest days and fought for me when I didn’t have the strength to fight for myself. God brought friends into my life to speak biblical truths over me. God opened new doors and new opportunities. He brought me mentors and coaches to help me find my joy again.

If you look at my life now, you might not have any idea that a few years ago I went through a really dark period. If you look at my life now, you might only see stability and joy.

But here’s the truth: success in our lives is often directly born out of our earlier struggles.

God did not abandon me in my fallow season. Instead, He planted seeds of new life that in time bore healthy fruit. The same is true for you.

I don’t know what you’re personally going through. I don’t know what heartache is keeping you up at night, or what sorrows are weighing so heavily on your soul that you can’t find the strength to get out of bed. But God does, and God will never abandon you in your time of grief.

Isaiah 41:13 (NIV) tells us, “For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.”

I don’t think I would have made it this far without the comforting right hand of God.

When you feel completely alone in this world, turn to God’s Word for comfort.

When the tears won’t stop, turn to God to dry your tears.

When you feel like you’ve utterly hit rock bottom, turn to God for hope.

He’s there with you, in the fallow season, whispering in your ear, “I’ve got you. You’re going to be OK.”

This might not feel like encouragement right now, but someday you’ll look back on what you’re going through and see how God sustained you. Someday, you’ll look back on this dark period in your life and smile, knowing how far you’ve come and the new strength you’ve found. Someday, the grief and the pain will be a distant memory, and you’ll feel whole again.

I promise you that day is coming.

Because you’ve got God, and God will see you through.

After six beautiful years as an (in)courage contributor, today marks Michelle’s final post. We are so grateful for her presence and voice in this space, and we are cheering her on in all that the Lord has for her ahead. Shalom. 

 

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Lord, Help Us to Trust You

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Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart.
Then you will win favor and a good name
in the sight of God and man.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
Do not be wise in your own eyes;
fear the Lord and shun evil.
This will bring health to your body
and nourishment to your bones.
 Proverbs 3:3-8 NIV

Even though we wish we could see all that is to come, let’s loosen our tight grips of control and with open palms, trust in God because His goodness, love, and faithfulness are real.

Lord, there is so much ahead of us that we can’t foresee, so much we wish we could control but can’t. We hold all the unknowns, questions, desires, and longings out to You. We want to trust You, but we acknowledge that we need help with that sometimes. Help us to trust You with the month ahead, and thank You that we can be anchored in faith when we are tethered to You. In Your name we pray, amen. 

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