Monday, September 23, 2013

Slaying Dragons

I sit in a room full of creatives - writers, artists, musicians, artisans, and prophets. I hear the speaker's words of life, encouraging us to find our center.....our purpose.

And all I see right now are my girls. As much as I want to deny it or minimize it, my world revolves around three little girls and I'm okay with that.

I see my big girl, hair flowing down as she sits and stares at the stars, whispering prayers up to a God she hears and talks with throughout the day and night.

I see my middle, with that smile that radiates love on her expressive and cherubic face. If you've ever been given a hug from her, count yourself lucky.

I see my little, full of fire and joy shrieking with delight. She sets the world ablaze with her passion. She is not one to be controlled.

And I know my center.

I want my girls to grow up knowing they can slay dragons. I want them to be the hero of their own story.

I want them to climb towers.
I want them to cross moats.
I want them to stare down fear.

I want them to never see themselves as second class or as a supporting character.

My girls are the main characters in a great adventure that even now is being written for them and through them. They have been created with purpose. They are going to change lives. They will be the stuff of legends.

They are truth tellers, light bearers, and hope whisperers.

I want my girls to grow up slaying dragons.

I want them to burn with passion. I want them to be filled with determination. I want them to create. To sing songs that are born in their heart, to paint with both broad and fine brush strokes, to draw with inhibition, to weave words that come to them in dreams.

I want them to build. I want them to build skyscrapers, foundations, relationships, themselves, and each other.

I want them to fight. I want them to fight injustice. To fight for the oppressed. To fight against excess. To overturn tables. To find not just their voice, but to find their roar, holy and unstoppable.

I want my girls to slay dragons.

I want them to bleed Jesus. I want them to be filled with purpose, passion, joy, love, strength, peace, faith, and fire.

I want them to be light in the dark places. To bring hope to a world that is cynical and tired.

I want grace and mercy to ooze out of their pores. I want them to see - to never be blind to the circumstances of others. I want them to look past others' quick judgement and condemnation and see the beautiful and broken world through the lens of love and compassion and unfailing hope.

I want them to find their center. And whether they find it walking through fields of flowers, the hard pavement of city streets, or in the dusty roads of lands an ocean away, I want them to grab it and let nothing stop them.

I want my girls to grow up slaying dragons.

They have Jesus running through their veins. They aren't made to be boxed in, labeled, or told what to do by a world that judges them on their looks and their hemline. I'm tired of hearing it from others - they certainly aren't going to hear it from me.

My girls are going to grow up to slay dragons - that's how their Jesus made them.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Pssst......I'm Still Here

Hey! Remember that time I took the summer off from blogging? You know, how I told everyone, made a big announcement, and all that good stuff? 

Yeah, me neither.

But, I did end up taking the summer off (even from my beloved Twitter - gasp!).

I didn't plan to, but I did.


My one year "blogoversary" was on July 26th. I actually started to blog for it, but that Mary spirit, the one that holds all these things in her heart, was on me and I stayed quiet.

My first post, my very first one, was a prompt via Sarah Bessey, about what's saving my life right now.

That post was probably one of the most honest and vulnerable things I have ever published. It was in part, a lament. I cried out, so very discouraged at that stuck feeling. Of not being able to be the family we felt we should be because we were stuck in a third floor condo. 


Then we bought a house. In our neighborhood. With a little backyard (if by backyard I mean a small concrete pad, but boy is it wonderful), room for the girls to sleep, play, homeschool (oh yeah, doing that too). 

Our dining room is even bigger than what we had in the condo, and now when we are sitting down together at our table, I don't see the empty chairs, I see the faces of children who need a family and I know that soon it will be full. 


It's been busy. It's been stressful. It has been unimaginably wonderful. Not a day has gone by that I haven't found myself crying for the beauty of it all. 

For all of the work of it, there has been an unmistakable whisper in my ear....

"It is good."


I thought I knew what grace was. I have been learning its lessons over the past few years. But this summer I realized something. You can't just float down the river of grace. Because if you do, you see others around you and even though you are being held up by its strong current, you will slowly begin to look around and judgement, cynicism, and insecurity will start to seep in. 

It's here that you are left with a decision. Get out of the river, or let the current take you. Stop fighting, and just release.

I've been drowning in grace and now I can finally breathe.


I have lots to say. I have lots I want to talk with you about.

It's good to be back, friends.