Monthly Archives: April 2016

My England

This week one year ago I was over yonder, across the pond, striking heels on English dirt.

My mind has been reeling as it relives the experiences I had there, wondering what it all means, hoping for more, praying for a door, pondering what the pull will produce.

As I sit here in my sleep clothes, getting ready to prep for an ordinary day, looking over the hours that are to come, seeing the routine and the usual – I’m understanding that it may be many moons before I behold what all He has beckoned me to across the waters.

And this is good. I accept the lessons and learning that are happening in the here and now. And I trust that they all will enrich the path I’ll end up walking.

My sense of a deep UK heritage still lingers, that whatever the purpose is for my passion, that my association with that place will be something of a returning, that my line had it coming somehow. It may sound so strange. Indeed it does to me too. But there it lies, embedded in my very blood, that whatever my path in Britain entails, it’s a kind of going back – even though all of this started before I had ever stomped on it’s green ground or breathed it’s sea air.

Right now I feel hopeful.

Here in this early morning moment I feel content with where I am currently – knowing that I have accrued much in my roles thus far, that more will be gained in character and spirit as I offer out each day, believing in the depths of me that the pen will have something to do with it all. That alone fires me up and fuels passion.

My prayer journal is open just to my left here. In the unoccupied spaces of the page I will write out a prayer today, asking the Lord to train that pen I hold. I will ask Him to fill that thing with a deep, rich ink that will woo souls to Himself.

I’ll also be asking for continued confirmations, training, and divine joy as I live out the life I’m holding now. There’s so much swarming. There’s so much at stake. There are lives to love on here in this moment. Let’s look around and see that the hearts that fill our homes will eventually spill out into the world! What a mighty work we have before us – to weave goodness into them while we can!

Reflecting back today, dreaming forward, and walking out the now.




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Bread, and a Royal Birthday

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New Adventure

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