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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery

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Growing Pains


Growing pains.

They’re called pains for a reason.

They hurt.

They agonize and cause discomfort and distress.
…Especially when the pain occurs because of something you did.


Today I hurt two (or more) of my best girls.

Two of the four girls in my Core Four discipleship group were hurt because of me.

Although unintentional, my words and actions sparked pain in them and, as they respectfully brought it to my attention, sparked and compounded my own. Their honesty, while encouraging, devastated and shattered my heart.

growing pains.

As I cried (and continue to do so) while receiving their words, my weaknesses burst on the scene like meteors against a black sky.

What hurts more, their pain or my lack of perfection?

The fact that the above question even came to mind reveals how much corruption remains in me.

growing pains.

Oh how I need a Savior, even after 12 years of walking with the Lord, and oh how richly and undeservingly God has provided One.


As I (unsuccessfully) blinked back tears, apologized and asked for their forgiveness, I saw it.

The Gospel.

Demonstrated in their forgiveness.
Displayed in their patience while I stumble (repeatedly) trying to be a good leader.
Evidenced in their loving me despite my sin, flaws, ignorance and growing pains.

I don’t deserve them, their graciousness or their love.
…all of which whisper of the undeserved kindness of the One who made them for ultimate joy.

there’s grace in the growing pains.

God’s there. 
He knows true hurt, agony and torment.
He swallowed it while dying to rescue us from it.

Now my eyes leak in praise for the humility and mercy of God and for a group of four girls who, like Jesus, love me through my sins and in spite of my weakness.


Because growing pains are strategically orchestrated by a sovereign God who has promised to use them to make us more like Christ, we can be grateful in the tender wounds of a loving Savior.

there’s purpose in the pain.

Growing pains from a Holy God produce holiness in us.

Praise the One who remains with us through the furnace of growing pains.


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