Expectant Ground

Paths to Hope, #5

#5_Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay .jpgUncertain ground—barren, dormant, complacent. Ground that bores us, but sucks us in to its lethargic state. Unexciting and inactive, it is the place where vision fades and apathy takes root. Dead ground, dangerous ground, unproductive ground, forbidden ground.

I say forbidden because it’s not where God wants us…

  • He tells us to plant ourselves by streams of living water and yield fruit—even our leaves won’t wither (Psalm 1:3).
  • Jesus tells us to live in Him, the Vine, and bear fruit that lasts—much fruit and more fruit (John 15:16).
  • The Spirit produces fruit in us—love, joy, peace, and more (Galatians 5:22).

So move. Walk the path to expectant ground and replant yourself where green shoots push through watered soil, vines flower with promised produce, and popsicle sticks flaunt seed packets that proclaim an expected crop.

Let your roots dig deep, face the Son, drink Living Water, and expect the Master Gardener to do what you cannot do on your own—bring forth fruit in abundance.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.” (Isa 60:1)

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Common Ground

Paths to Hope, #1

1_CommonGround_Image by Jim Semonik from PixabayWe set out on the journey to hope from common ground—our lives are mutually pocked with pits and scars, unpleasant memories and devastated dreams. Our brokenness marks us, whether it comes from shattered promises, damaged relationships, splintered plans, threatening health, or challenging finances. Whatever our unique challenges may be, we are rendered vulnerable and our hope is assaulted.

We must waste no time rescuing what little hope remains and fan a flame under its smoldering embers.

The problem is, bruised hope has blurred our vision. Our strength is sapped, our motivation maimed. But we must press on and engage in one more battle for hope—the alternative is too dreadful to consider. So we step forward.

Yes, step. There is no energy for a surge so we put one foot in front of the other and haltingly limp down a path that promises to renew our hope. But we don’t limp alone—before us we have the Spirit of God [1], beside us are fellow travelers [2], above us is a cloud of cheering witnesses [3], and beneath us is the well-trodden path they walked.

Don’t give up. Brokenness and pain do not end your story. There is more to be written, so let us press on.

Join me next week to embark on the H Path of Hope.

[1]  Isaiah 31:8, [2]  Romans 12:4,5, [3]  Hebrews 12:1
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I Was Broken, Too – launch party

I Was Broken, Too #5

Written to Celebrate

Image by Gerd Altmann from PixabayNow, there’s an oxymoron━brokenness and party. These words should not be uttered in the same sentence, unless you read the subtitle: Four Paths to Restore Hope━because this party celebrates hope that rises out of brokenness.

Hope can be restored, regardless of your struggle and it’s threatening finality. I invite you to change the punctuation. Erase that period and insert a semicolon. Periods are from a lying enemy who is destructive by nature. God sprinkles semicolons throughout our lives because there are chapters not yet written, purposes we can’t imagine, episodes we cannot dream. 

Hebrews tells us “faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see” (Heb. 11:1). Reading to the end of the chapter we realize it’s not the “what” we hope for, but the “Who” we hope inHe is together with us, making better plans perfect (11:40). We can trust Him and celebrate what we cannot see. 

Join me at the party━if not with your presence on Saturday, in spirit with faith in our God, “who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us…” (Eph. 3:20-21).

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Copy of I Was Broken, Too

My Book will be Released July 8!

I Was Broken, Too #2

Written by Me

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Who am I to write a book? That was another objection that contributed to my dawdling. I’m ordinary. I’ve not done anything outstanding, obtained qualifying degrees, or received accolades━so what do I know?

Well, I know pain, loss, disappointment, disillusionment, and consuming grief. I know how it feels to live in a dark place, unable to see one hour ahead. I know what it’s like to wonder how I could still breathe when I hurt so bad. I know the devastation of shattered dreams, untimely death, and the assault of personal worth. You know these things too.

I also know God’s mercy and have learned how to overcome, how to breathe and, yes, how to hope again. So I wrote I Was Broken, Too to tell you that God sees your brokenness, He cries with you… and He repairs broken hearts. 

I wrote a book to remind you that your focus matters, that shattered plans make room for new opportunities, that you can reboot your mind, and, mostly, that you can expect grace. These are four paths to hope I describe in I Was Broken, Too. Each one is supported by personal experiences, biblical truth, and the stories of others. 

My prayer is that my journey back to hope will inspire your journey and, as you walk the paths described in I Was Broken, Too, you will renew your hope.

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