Indescribably grateful to God for the courageous SBC men & women—including those on the #sbcexeccomm & most certainly vocal survivors—who fought so hard to do the will of SBC messengers in prioritizing the best case scenario for survivors & victims of church sexual abuse to heal.
They have longed to hear you. They have thought many times they were about to hear of you. But they absolutely DID hear you yesterday. As I’ve said before, I’m not 1 of them. My home was my unsafe place. But I well know the lifelong repercussions of sexual abuse, especially by
perpetrators who should’ve been protectors. Believe me when I say that what you fought hard for & will continue to fight to see implemented is not wasted on any of us survivors. We know who stood up when we were laid out. We know who spoke up when we were shut up. We know who
reminded us when we felt buried in shame that the shame was not ours. That we were valuable and precious to God and to the church and not defiled and shunned. You need not worry if we will ever forget your names or your numbers. 44+ + 15000+. God bless you. My hat’s off to you.
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Thought I’d raise a little Ebenezer today. In a brutal time, Samuel set up a memorial stone & named it Ebenezer saying, “Thus far the Lord has helped us.”
Ebenezer living is a heaven-raised gaze. Alert & deliberate daily dependence.
Of morning by morning.
Of Give us this day.
Of Today, if you hear his voice.
Ebenezer living is standing in the present moment, aware & awed that here we are, still alive and kicking and kept by God amid a fierce battle or in the wake of a season when we had no clue what we were going to do or how we’d get through.
Thus far my aging hand is still in Keith’s.
Thus far I can still lend some help.
Thus far I can get out of bed, walk dogs. Go to work.
Thus far I still enjoy things like the way a leaf rocks gently in the air, a lullaby, falling to the earth.
1. Cashews or almonds? 2. Driver or passenger? 3. Reading or listening? 4. Dramas or comedies? 5. Sports event or theater? 6. Cake or pie? 7. Chips or popcorn? 8. Music or silence? 9. Mountains or beaches? 10. Dogs or dogs?
Dyed in the wool people person here. I love learning about folks through their tastes in things!
I’m on the lookout for patterns. But y’all keep throwing me off.
What person among you, who has 100 dogs & loses 1 of them, does not leave the 99 & go after the 1 until she finds it? And when she has found it, she joyfully puts it in her car seat and, coming home, tweets all her friends saying rejoice with me because I have found my lost dog!
I will never be able to thank you guys enough for praying. Some of you will remember a very different ending 3 1/2 years ago with our bird dog preceding Creekie. We were so traumatized. We relived the whole thing today, all the yelling for her. Hours later, still trying to
yell her name but crying by them. We’ve been so frantic & scouring every place/neighborhood we could possibly think to search and registering her lost everywhere under the sun. It is going to get really funny at some point that her refuge was the nearest Mexican food restaurant.
Kind of a weird and wonderful thing happens to me occasionally. I wake up right in the middle of singing a verse from a hymn of my childhood. Like a random 3rd verse! One I haven’t sung in decades. I’m not a hater of the worship movement so it’s not like I strongly prefer hymns.
I love any music or any liturgy that leads me to worship God in the name of Jesus. But what I find fascinating is the thought that those truths embedded in us in childhood, those sacred things, those eternal things, are still in there. Even in my scripture memory, I still tend to
default in my recitation to the KJV because the verses were 1st embedded in me in its wording. I bring this up because it cheers me for a number of reasons but two I will share with you. One, I have such hard memories from my childhood that I love knowing some glorious things
A guy memorizing Phil 1:1-18 with us told me he was getting so much from it, he read it to a group recently. Got called a liberal. Gonna tell you right now, a lot of folks putting a checkmark in the Christian square are completely out of touch with the actual Jesus of Scripture.
I grow increasingly concerned that we have a massive population of people who have placed their faith in Christianity rather than Christ. And an odd concoction of Christianity at that. Faith in Christianity is utterly bereft of power to save a single soul.
To have enduring friendships that long outlast the circumstances that brought you together, you have to let them change. They ebb and flow, recede and grow. You can spot a codependent relationship by its refusal to adapt. It’s all or nothing. It stays the same or see ya later.
Healthy friendships you can still count on as long as you both draw breath are those that left little room for pettiness & jealousy or score keeping. If your relationship was built on a mutual enemy, you have to keep the enemy to keep the friendship or get a new mutual enemy.
I’ve been reminded over these few last years how much I need friendships. Ones sturdy enough to withstand upheaval. Ones built on appreciation for who the other person is & not for what they do, who they know or who they hate. Let relationships change without picking up your toys