From an article originally posted February 14, 2013…
Friends, I cannot thank you enough for giving me the space to have a bad day. You give me the freedom to share my weary. Jill Briscoe once said Christians have such a hard time when they aren’t happy. In her talk, she challenged me to choose a new mood and see what God has to teach me in that place.
From an article originally posted February 10, 2013…
After a beautifully normal night of bath time, dinner with new friends, and bedtime, I zonked out really quickly. But two hours later I’m awake struggling with the statistics given to me from the radiologist. I’m not a numbers girl, I’m a right brained, emotional, relational, in-the-moment thinker. I don’t stew, over-analyze, consume, obsess, or worry all that often. This is new, ugly territory for me.
From an article originally posted February 6, 2013…
Exodus 17
Then Amalek came and fought with Israel at Rephidim. So Moses said to Joshua, “Choose for us men, and go out and fight with Amalek. Tomorrow I will stand on the top of the hill with the staff of God in my hand.” So Joshua did as Moses told him, and fought with Amalek, while Moses, Aaron, and Hur went up to the top of the hill. Whenever Moses held up his hand, Israel prevailed, and whenever he lowered his hand, Amalek prevailed. But Moses’ hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. And Joshua overwhelmed Amalek and his people with the sword.
From an article originally posted February 4, 2013…
Last Friday was a hard day of appointments. We have been given lots of differing opinions and stats to drive our next step. The tussle over my treatment is overwhelming. In my appointment with my oncologist, I wanted to cry the entire time. His news was great; he was, as always, gentle and kind. But my next step is unclear and I can get buried in the unknown and fear of making the wrong choice. I hear statistics, I hear recurrence rates, and all I want to say/scream is, “This is my life!” I will, one day, be a statistic, but today I’m Kara Tippetts: wife to one, mother to four, partner in life with many.
From an article originally posted January 30, 2013…
Moses is a well loved character in this home. In my home, we have some reluctant in speech, we have some zealous in speech, but my prayer is that we would all be careful to listen carefully to the Holy Spirit before we speak.
