Live courageously from your heart!
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Have you ever felt the blunt force trauma of life? Have you ever been in this place, where you never thought you would be able to hope again, breath again, believe again or recover? Do you want to stop just existing and live fully alive?
We ask God to fix this (our circumstance) and God says I’m trying to fix you…so I can use you to reach out touch the world.
*Interview starts about 30 mins into the broadcast.
Stop, the corporate ladder climbing! Stop, putting all of your time and energy into your stuff! Stop spending your weekends in front of the TV watching sports! Stop [fill in the blank] and engage with your children. Its worth it!
A little over four years ago my husband, Jeff, and I left traditional church ministry in California and started a coffee shop ministry in Hickory NC. We served in church ministry for years and at the time were on staff at a growing church of about 550 people. However, we’d felt something was really broken with church as we knew it and more and more people were disillusioned with church. At our own church the focus had changed once the new building was built. Concern turned to keeping up the property and having an impressive, polished, and even an “entertaining” service.
Here is a poem I wrote about my kids during my divorce…
I see it every day and I say it’s only living
Like life is only pain, believe me; my heart was given.
Anguish, heartbreak and a hurt I can’t erase
A light, a warmth I wish will shine upon your face.
I soon began to run the spectrum from patience to aggravation as I became more and more tormented by a leak in the roof of my apartment, which seemed to never stop. This was no ordinary leak; it was witty, because every time we thought we had stopped it, it would show itself again with a vengeance. After grumbling to the landlord, the kids, my friends, and anyone else who would listen, frustration won the battle in my mind, and I began to allow the tentacles of self-pity to slowly wrap around me. In my impulse to fix this myself, I sank further into the pit of self-pity, and glimpses of hope began to slowly fade.
How could a leak consume and cripple me?
