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Posted on March 11, 2016September 29, 2019

The Night Jesus Came Off the Streets and Into Our Home

This year, my daily morning prayer goes something like this: "I'm all yours, Jesus.  I trust you.  Fill me afresh Holy Spirit.  Empower me to be love.  Whatever, Papa God, whatever you desire today.  Whomever you send to me today. Wherever you call me, I'll go. Whatever you ask of me, I will give. Let me …

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The things discovered in New Years organization! These kids. That haircut and that hair🤣 Those clothes. I was 20, he was 21 and it was an ice cream parlor in downtown Chicago and we were college students in love. How wild and wondrous. ❤️
Joined this group at a local park (can you spot me?) the past two weeks to play basketball. It’s hilarious playing ball here—no one follows rules or keeps score, the best laughs comes with the greatest fouls, there are no fancy sneakers or clothing, they cheer everyone no matter if it’s their team or not and they certainly culturally are not competitive. The ball is usually a bit flat and on the small side, too. It’s good fun for a crowd that spends their days making tortillas, weaving textiles, driving mototaxis, selling wares. They get a lot of giggles out of Lars and I playing with them, though I’d say with all their practice they have far more skill. This bunch has no concept of how grand it is for us who feel home in this place to be brought into their circle and taught their ways about a game I loved as a girl in a place far away from here. Makes my soul swell, to enter into their lives one small step more.
My last painting of 2019. This piece (watercolor, ink and gouache) was done for some friends whom we lived near in Puebla for a too-short time. A couple of years ago they requested a scene that would depict a view overlooking our town of Cholula from the trails we hiked up in Zapotecas, with the ever-looming volcano Popocatépetl in the distance. It’s fascinating what comes out of a brush when we ponder people and places—what lies within us concerning them overtakes the creative, intuitive process. There is vibrancy, joy and whimsy in this composition, with the movement of the trees and sky foretelling of the powerful shifts the Spirit would bring into all our lives. Bless you @alig8torw for your patience these last years in waiting for me to be in a place where this could emerge and for the blessing of our friendship and memories from Puebla.
First date of 2020 today with this good and faithful man. He rolls graciously with a woman who is,(in the non-essentials), in many ways his opposite. We’re twenty-five years of dating and marriage proof that when a couple’s cores resonate in values and calling under covenant, all the rest works out and provides ingredients for sanctification. Not easy by any stretch—but nothing is in love and war. If everything is created from Him, through Him and for Him, then this includes our marriages. I am convinced the more we bring into our marriages a great vision of God the less it becomes about us and our differences. Oh friends, may God’s eternality, wisdom, knowledge, authority, providence, power, purity, justice, mercy, love and faithfulness permeate our marriages more than ever in 2020. May we stand firm in what God intended for his glory—the union of one man and one woman in holy alliance of which the forces of hell itself shall not prevail against, in Jesus’ name!
I love this image of our oldest son, taken this past week when he was in a Chinenteco village with my husband about six hours away. Kids gathered to shyly smile at our nearly 6”5 “giant” and to take turns getting tossed in the air higher than they’ve ever been. Ben and Lars encouraged members of a fragile little church body and listened to concerns and needs, praying with people in their homes. Sometimes interaction was limited for many speak little Spanish. Like the majority of the people there, they slept on thin woven tapetes on a cement floor, heated a kettle of water for bucket showers, drank coffee out of bowls and used freshly made tortillas for silverware. This town has no electricity. Again and again I learn here that the greatest ministry is that of presence, the willingness to enter another’s world and radiate the love of God. It is simultaneously simple and hard. So grateful our son is learning to live this out and navigate the tensions therein, for it is a secret to an abundant life.
Little man’s first day of morning preschool. He’s brave and proud, up at 5am to put on his big brother’s old backpack. Mama’s first morning in years and years and years of all the children in school. So much to say in light of that fact, but I’ll take some moments of silence...finally.
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