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Give Me Grace : Holy Ground

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God said, “Don’t come any closer. Remove your sandals from your feet. You’re standing on holy ground.” (‭Exodus‬ ‭3‬:‭5‬ MSG)

Our gps signal wavered in and out on the ride up to Warwick, New York. What should have taken an hour and a half took almost 3.  Still, the last 30 minutes was all God glory. By the time we reached our destination we’d been cleansed and stripped. A brilliant sun broke through the veil and fields of buckwheat brushed us new…erased anything keeping us from His presence. In the last 30 minutes we took off our shoes.
And smiled.

His presence pierced our little family bubble and we felt it. This…was holy ground.

Stop.
Pause, breathe.
Enjoy the stillness
Because it’s quiet here
This…is holy ground
Everything IS – as it should be
Human arms can’t hold the paradox of this holy place
So just Let. Go.
It’s wild and perfect, groomed and broken
Listen
His words poured holy, painted on the door of  hearts stained a blood bought red.
Now ready, now ripe for the reading of natures’ sacred text.

This…is holy ground.

Sometimes to survive in the city, I leave. Intentional time away helps me see and carefully turn every stone. Time away repairs tears from unexpressed hurts and helps smooth over our family mess ups. The too quick response, the hurried hug, the many ways we tell each other we don’t have time. To hear. To listen. So yesterday we packed our car, grabbed my mama and took a drive. We went apple picking, drank hot cider, walked long and unrushed through lush orchards. And we ate the most delicious apple cider donuts. Taking time to be together outside our usual grind is holy. A little country does a city girl soul good.

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50 Women Every Christian Should Know by Michelle DeRusha : review and giveaway

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50 Women Every Christian Should Know by Michelle DeRusha is perfectly timed for my thoughts on life, legacy and faith. That these women wrote their stories, shared openly their thoughts on faith at a time when women still struggled to be heard, is all the encouragement I need to keep pressing in to Gods call – to publicly express my own.

Faith is messy. What and how we proclaim our truth evolves. I think of my early walk with God, the times I tempered my comments to stay politically correct. I think of times I’ve said nothing and how holding my tongue hurt. I think of the arenas I’m allowed to speak with popularity my only risk.  I know no danger beyond declining subscriptions and sales. I don’t risk my life for the cause of Christ. I know nothing of religious persecution beyond the editing of words I choose that might offend. But I have every opportunity, every platform to share the gospel and still I don’t. Sometimes my spiritual giant is asleep – because I’ve put him to bed.

I wonder if my faith would stand such testing.  And I watch, because the growing incidence of persecution is real. In the face of torture, prison and threats to the families they loved, these women, these heroines of the faith, said yes to God.

50 Women Every Christian Should Know both humbles and inspires.

I read about Hildegard of Bingen and Anne Hutchinson whose namesake parkway in New York, I drive along often. I listened to the life lessons of Margaret Fell, of Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman, of Corrie ten Boom and Edith Schaeffer. A few of the stories were familiar but most of them exposed new details I’d never read about, adding tactile layers to this anthology of faithful heroines. Michelles’ friendly and accessible tone interspersed among facts also makes this work an exciting read aloud to share with teens.

We learn about each woman’s answer to His call. How they fought to reconcile His work in their lives within the limiting confines of womanhood. We read about barriers to hear the word preached. Anne travelled 6 hours on horseback to hear the gospel of grace preached. I complain about the stress of a mass transit commute.

50 Women Every Christian Should Know made me think. How would I handle questions about my response to the Holy Spirit? Who validates my confession of revelation? How can I prove the inner knowing I sense from the Holy Spirit is that, and not an evil force? Can I prove my authority as a believer? Anne Hutchinson faced these questions. Could I wholly commit my life to the sake and service of the Lord like Margaret Fell? Would I risk a life in prison without them for the call of holy work. Could I, like Sojourner Truth take one child and leave the others behind? What would I do if I couldn’t go to church…or had my womanhood questioned before a congregation of believers? Would I bare my breasts or scan the room for the nearest exit? Would I, believing so strong in the message Gods poured, self-publish a book?

I’ve not finished this collection of compelling stories. It’s that kind of read. I want to soak in each woman’s experience and have sat with the questions each life story poses. As a believer, as a woman I know their stories are part of mine. I’m grateful for the introduction, grateful for the journey.

I’m delighted to offer a giveaway of 50 Women Every Christian Should Know and would love to hear about a woman whose faith has inspired yours. Leave a comment for a chance to win.

And stop by Michelle’s for more fun #50Women giveaways.

Give Me Grace : His Presence

photo: Rhesa Storms our first walk home from church
photo: Rhesa Storms
after our first walk home from church

God said, “My presence will go with you. I’ll see the journey to the end.” – Exodus 33:14 The Message

You will drink from the brook, and I have directed the ravens to supply you with food there.” 1 Kings 17:4

Something about church membership makes us territorial. We dig our heels into the ground and bind ourselves to a building. Clothed in a banner of pride, we lock arms with spiritual families. We think His voice, confined to the congregation of our choosing. His spirit contained in the passionate words of one preacher. Fully immersed in a primal craving to belong, we get caught up in theology and doctrine and pastors and people. We forget God is love and loves ALL his children.

We forget we live under the grace of an all-encompassing, omnipresent God. His presence inhabits a tabernacle of love we take with us wherever we go. And in every step if we’re willing to follow, He leads.

This season finds me accepting his right now provision. And thankfully it’s also literally, right here – an answer to prayer for church made easy. This season I’m following his presence to my neighborhood. It’s up close and personal, confrontational and humbling.

I gave my life to the lord in a church that grew out of a ministry born in the theatre district. Performers of every sort filled the fold up chairs of a second floor music studio every Sunday. After 16 years I left for the offshoot of a mega church. I see Gods providence in every choosing. In the beginning God had to get my attention. He did that in a room of like-minded artists. When I needed to ground myself in His word of faith He led me to a church where I’d learn to believe Him, for myself. Now, I just need to get to church. He’s making that possible.

I attended church in my community on Sunday. Not uptown, not downtown, not a cool service in Brooklyn or the latest pop up in an abandoned theater. I attended church in Harlem USA. Where I live, where my children learn. Where we buy milk from the bodega and stand in line at the post office. We attended church just steps from home. I can’t tell you what that feels like for a family of 6.

No train, no bus, only a 20 minute walk – door to door. We walked there and back. Jesus, the glory of walking down the street with my children after service is only eclipsed by the fact that they’d been fed (and mama properly caffeinated) before service began. Sure the 15 block walk brings me face to face with everything I love and hate about Harlem, but maybe belonging to something in my community besides my apartment will help me reconcile that.

I know they say a church alive is worth the drive but not if the drive further complicates the challenge of getting a family to church. Not if it means a total of 2 hours spent on a city bus or subway or worse, looking for and paying for parking.

For now, my certain brook is in my back yard and as the old folks say “I don’t know what the future holds but I know who does.”

Let your handmaiden find grace in your sight…#GiveMeGrace

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Five Minutes For Faith : For When You Don’t Ask For What You Want

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“Don’t bargain with God. Be direct. Ask for what you need.” – ‭Matthew‬ ‭7‬:‭7 The Message 

I shuffled the kids into the park just before dusk. It was a little too late in the day and a little too cool to stay long but we went anyway. It’s beautifully designed – big enough for all my children to enjoy and small enough so I can see the entire park.

I took a well deserved seat on the bench. And off they ran. Tire swings, for the moment friends and structures to climb. I’ll remember this summer as the first in a long while that I’ve actually been able to sit at the playground.

I pulled out a book and tried to distract myself. It’s taking me entirely too long to read Anne Lamotts’ Bird by Bird. It’s good. Really good. But I’m not there. And so I’m shoving the words down my throat like good for you medicine. It’ll do it’s job, but I want to savor it like my favorite chocolate mud cake – one decadent bite at a time. This, I haven’t tasted.

I’m in a funk.

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