He Never Changes

Historically I go round and round in my own mind and heart with whether I will cave under the pressure of persecution. Denying Him has been my greatest personal fear- until Thursday. While I was praying through a message I’d be giving that night I was overwhelmed to once again be learning about who is in the midst. Unbeknownst to me students at a community college in Oregon were living it. 
God and His children have always BEEN the targets of persecution and ridicule. We ARE currently throughout this world and we WILL BE up until that great day when He returns. The world may change, but He doesn’t. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. In peace time and war, in suffering or celebration, in life or death, in cancer or not, He is sovereign and all that is good and right. He is the light of the world so that there will be no darkness for those that follow Him, living water so that none will ever thirst. 
When they looked into the eyes of depravity they were faced with deciding between light or dark, thirst or an eternal wellspring, Life with Jesus or a living hell- He was with them through that choice. He didn’t move in His position. He was with them. He provided. He saved them. 
That’s who He Is. To the ones that chose Him…

And even the ones that denied Him. He sees their heart. Maybe they didn’t know Him until that moment. Maybe they didn’t believe until after they were shot. Maybe they will have to figure out how to live with the knowledge that they chose someone or something other than Him when it really mattered. One thing is for certain. He is still with them. He still provides. He will save them. He has always been GRACE. He has always been MERCY. He has always been, always is and always will be the most incredibly welcoming, comforting, forgiving, all encompassing LOVE. 

God gave us a pattern. He had the ancient people live it, practice and repeat it. They documented it and passed it on so that we can live it, practice it and repeat it. Jesus came and fulfilled it. The same God that walked with the Israelites in the desert walks with me into my life every day. The same God that walked in the firery furnace walks with me through the burning desires of my heart. The same God that saved His people from slavery, from sins of all nature, from ourselves will walk right up to us and save us for all eternity. That’s His pattern. Live it, practice it, repeat it. It will surely hold true in the times in which we live and will get us through the times we have ahead. That is encouraging to me.

I don’t think I’ll struggle anymore with the idea of denying Him. I think I’ll choose joy. That’s what comes when you take your eyes off of all of the evil things that can and possibly will happen and set them on the One Who Can and WILL walk through it with us. There is such peace in being reminded that He Was (no matter what it looked like then), He Is (no matter what it looks like now) and He Is to Come (we can not even possibly imagine what that will look like- GLORY!!) 

Nope. I can’t look down the barrel of a gun with hope and joy or withstand that fear. But I belong to the One Who Can. 


Jesus: Star of Bethlehem

I don’t know about you, but I often wonder if I’d lived in the time of Jesus if I’d have missed it. Would I have seen him and known to follow him? How about this star? They said it’s as close/similar as it’ll ever be to how it was (on June 17, 2 BC) when it announced the birth of Christ.
When you looked up and saw that star tonight, did you say WOW!!! I think I’ll follow it to Bethlehem because it’s pointing to Jerusalem and that must mean my savior has come! Probably not. Me neither. Instead, I caught myself saying, “It’s not that big or bright. Doesn’t really look any different than any other star”. Isn’t that the point though? We KNOW about it. We were told it was coming. We were told to watch for it. Then when it was revealed we didn’t find it remarkable. Just like they didn’t find Jesus remarkable really. He didn’t look like what they were expecting either. They thought he’d be brighter and more regal. There has to be something more to this if we are going to understand. Enter the Holy Spirit.

When God gets ahold of you and whispers to your heart, when He saves you from you, when He loves you in spite of all you’ve done wrong, He stirs something in you that helps you look on the tiniest, most distant and ordinary things and they become so remarkably beautiful. Once that happens, I don’t believe there is any possible way we’ll miss Him. 

Be thankful that you have the chance to look upon something with your very own eyes that no other generation besides Jesus’ and ours have had the privilege of beholding. Isn’t that crazy? It’ gets brighter the more you believe. Look again. He’s coming again. Don’t be distracted, disappointed or deceived. Don’t miss Him!



Why would someone shoot up a church? Because Jesus is there in the midst of the people. And evil is looking for a foothold in the places of man.

Why would someone see skin color instead of humanity as the dominant race? Because Jesus created all the colors and loves us each the same. And evil is looking for a foothold in the eyes of man.

Why would someone say a baby isn’t real so they can kill it in the womb, if it isn’t real- why would they need to kill it? Because Jesus created and has a plan for that life. And evil is looking for a foothold in the choices of man.

Why would a group of people terrorize other people and torture and kill them strictly for their faith? Convert or die. Because Jesus is the Way to the Truth and Life of freedom. And because evil is looking for a foothold in the price that’s been paid for eternal man.

Why would a whole generation be addicted to a pathetic weed  that kills brain cells while in all over the world thousands die daily from the lack of clean water and food? Because Jesus said let the wheat and tares grow up together so we’d know which was which when it’s time to pull them. And because evil is looking for a foothold in the sustenance of man. 

Why would people prosper from the sale of 5 year old girls as sex slaves? Why does pornography run rampant? Why do deceitful men prosper while honest men starve? Because Jesus is innocence and purity and the bread of life. And evil is looking for a foothold in the devotions of man.

Jesus. It’s all about Jesus. All of it. There are only 2 teams. God’s and NOT God’s. Don’t give the devil a foothold in your life.

I am forgiven

One time Beth Moore picked me out of a crowd and called me to the stage and gave me a “truth” I was to “hang on to”.  

The night before we had written the lies we had been believing on a piece of paper and we threw them in the trash. The next day, we came in and she told us that we had been treasuring the trash and trashing the treasure. Over night, God had taken all those lies we had been believing and exchanged them for a truth that we all needed to believe. She pulled it from the trash can and it had 3 words on it. She said, “this truth is meant for somebody in this room”. I had no idea what it said, but knew it was meant for me, so I raised my hand. 

Out of thousands of women in the auditorium, she looked at me, pointed to me and called me out. I went to the stage and she looked me in the eyes and said, “This truth is meant for you. You hang on to it. And don’t you EVER forget it or let anyone tell you different” She read the paper. Those three words- I AM FORGIVEN. 


I still remember her talking about identity theft. How the enemy rummages through our garbage and he sees what we don’t believe enough to keep. He sees what we throw away and then tells us who we are based on what we trash and what we treasure.  

It was a year TO THE DAY after that that I forgot what I treasured and threw it away. It was a step in defiance to the Spirit of God working in me and it broke me. It destroyed a piece of me that had operated in confidence and it compromised my future and rocked the security of my family. I am still recovering. 

But God, in His sovereignty, showed me in a moment, when I was at the most desperate place of my existence, that He knew I’d choose what I did that day. He knew He would use my total weakness and dependency to draw me to Himself. He knew He’d rebuild me, using my ashes to bring my beauty to the surface. 

There’s so much more of this story I need to tell. I believe I’m on the verge of stepping up onto my platform. From there I will tell you, yes, I have fallen to places of unworthiness. But friends – I know that I know that I know I AM FORGIVEN.


Sometimes I live scripture. I’ve prayed it that way, you know. I asked God to make it come alive in my life so that I KNOW Him and His Word as real and living and active, sharper than a two edged sword. There’s nothing easy about it. But it beats the alternative. 

For about 18 years now I’ve been living “in this world you will have trouble”, coming into the month before my son was born is when it began. I wasn’t saved then, or maybe I was but didn’t know it,  either way I was still in the palm of His hand, safely held until the day I’d choose to trust Him which was still a few years down the line. 

There’ve been countless times that scripture unfolded before me. It’s quite a sight -Living Water pouring from earthen vessels.  Then there are the times when life unfolds and there are no words. No insight. No audible or visible confirmation of where I should turn or how to draw hope. But He’s still just as present if not more. 

March 1, 2012 was a day that I’ll never forget. It set in motion one of the most painful, unbelievable, earth shattering, perspective blowing and God confirming scenarios that will EVER touch my life. It broke me and built me all in the same moment. It’s why I fear God. Why I close my eyes to His Holiness. Why I’m paralyzed sometimes because even though I’ve seen His goodness and place in suffering I don’t have what it takes to make myself willing to go there again. 

Someday- I’ll tell you about it. But not today.

Warning: This may hurt a little!

Today marks for me: 5 years of victory through Christ over addiction.

That’s so risky to say out loud believe it or not. One, it makes me vulnerable on a level that I’m comfortable with but you may not be. You may feel like others have, that sharing this is too intimate and doesn’t belong on social media. I personally think that this is the PERFECT place for vulnerability when the outcome can be to show that we overcome by Gods mercy and grace. We may appear to have perfect families or tidy lives but behind the scenes it can be so messy. All the holes where living and love and security leak out can be temporarily plugged with alcohol or drugs or sex or food or work or shopping or lying or smoking or busy or _______. It’s easy to deny their seriousness and the grip they have. Certainly much easier than laying them down and the work it takes to deny yourself and commit to surrender.

While I was still wrapped up in addiction, I served God. I loved my kids. I provided. I had hope. I encouraged others. I was a high functioning type of Proverbs 31 woman, with a twist. It’s so easy to miss the mark that way. But God would not have it and like in Psalm 81 He “turned me over” to my stubborn heart and own devices. There is no place lower than where I went.

“But my people would not listen to me; Israel would not submit to me. So I gave them over to their stubborn hearts to follow their own devices.” Psalm 81:11-12

I didn’t go to rehab.  Like most people, I fought it on my own for years. It’s intensely personal and most who were close to me didn’t even recognize the signs. No one except God confronted me. I began in the 6th grade and it continued until Feb 7, 2010. I had done well for a number of years, a little self control came with maturity and responsibility. But there was always that “want to” – I could never get rid of that. I made a mistake 5 years ago and I knew it was either going to be the end of me or I needed God to have all of me. So that’s what I chose. All in. It has been an intense struggle for my life. Even though I know I’m free, occasionally under certain stresses, that “want to’ tries to creep back in but Jesus slams the door. All I say is “JESUS!” and He takes that desire away. I desire to be His more than I desire to self medicate. I desire freedom and to break generational curses more than I desire to leave a legacy of hidden addiction for my children to follow. It is so NOT easy. There is no possible way I can do this. But I belong to the One Who Can.

Enough about the sin though, now let me take the next 50 years and tell you about God. I’ll tell you about how even when you are alone you’re not alone. How your thoughts are not even yours. How he uses other people to bring messages of hope and speak life over you. How He puts a guard over your mouth and stations angels around you. How grace is the most un-explainable reality that can’t be seen or measured or touched but you know exactly its enormity, what it looks like and how it feels. I’ll bring up how I ran and He out ran me. How I stopped to fall and He was already there.

It’s still remarkable. It’s still overwhelming. I just thought you should know- I’m ready to write.

WideAwake & WonderStruck: Beauty

It’s a mixed bag, this thing called life. A constant climb to maintain some sense of worth without becoming self-centered; Seeking dignity without becoming tangled in pride. And then there’s dementia.

Yesterday I prayed for God to reveal His wonder to me in a new way. It’s not that I’ve lost that loving feeling, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. The trouble with me is that I’ve grown so used to His constant Presence that I sometimes fail to recognize the miniscule in the miraculous that is my life. I’ve seen so many unbelievable things, experienced unspeakable joy, watched waves of mercy crash around me, felt the oil of heaven pour over grief, soaked in grace upon grace upon grace until it is tangibly thick Love surrounding me – honestly, I expect wonder as the norm.

So, in an attempt to awaken to the wonder of God and be wonder struck – I was challenged to “snap a photo of beauty” when an email from Margaret Feinberg popped in my phone before my alarm went off this morning. Where did I find that wonderous beauty? It was a fleeting moment in my morning routine as a caregiver in a dementia and Alzheimer’s care facility (named Grace Village if you can believe that!)

Dementia can steal your peace and today I witnessed a breaking heart attached to a confused mind in a moment of desperation. One of our residents was having a hard time coping with the separation from her loved ones due to the progression of her condition. Her whole life she has been active and involved and surrounded by husband and kids and activity. But today she was alone. She was alone with her confusion, her loneliness, her inabilities, her lack of control of her mind and body. She was aware of her humanity, her brokenness, her longing for relationship, her need to be valued and to be beautiful.

While it would have been easy to look outside at the end of the rocky mountain chain that borders my town and see a spectacular sunrise, snap a picture and call it beautiful, that is not where God chose to show me His wonder today. It was in a moment in an old woman’s bedroom in the midst of her disgust. It was in His Word become flesh becoming Word. It was when He let me see into her heart and how tangled sanity and insanity become and how and what I, as His disciple, am called to speak into the lives of those who need His touch. I looked her in the eyes as I held her hand and sat on the edge of her bed like I’d do if she was my mom or grandmother, and I told her I loved her. I told her all the good things I could think of about her, how her eyes sparkled, how I love her stories, how I thought she was a joy to know. How well I think she is coping with so much change and how I know that she doesn’t need to be afraid, but it’s okay that she is, because God will be there beside her to walk through this uncertainty. Then she cried. And she said I could say those words to her every day if I want to, because she tries to think of and remember the good things about herself, but she doesn’t want to be self-centered. And I told her she was beautiful. And she believed me.

She’s a voracious reader. But rather than mysteries or classics or anything from on the bookshelf, I went to my locker and I got the book I’m reading, WonderStruck, and gave it to her. Maybe. Who knows? She might awaken to His beauty in the dust too. So here’s what beauty looked like to me:


What do you do with a penny?

Kids get it. The more I’m around them and the more I dig into the Word with them, the more evident it becomes that they obviously have shotgun on the joy ride to heaven for a reason.

Yesterday was the last day of a 6 week discipleship class for 3rd through 5th graders that I’ve been teaching at my church. The class is about what it means to be a Christian. We explore salvation, baptism, the Lord’s Supper, prayer, bible study, missions and other topics as time allows.

Nothing excites me more than to see a light come on behind those eyes when they connect the biblical dots about Jesus being the Lamb of God sacrificed for us during the communion lesson. Or when they truly understand that they NEED a Savior. Each lesson tugs at the heart of a different child and I always leave being so humbled by the beautiful way that He shows up for just the right child at just the right time. It makes me laugh to think He chose to speak through the mouth of this mule.

Yesterday the kids were learning about missions. We talked about poverty and defined the mission field from within their own homes to neighborhood to city to state to national and finally the global need. Because my experience has been with World Vision, it’s easy to bring real life examples and true stories about how to be involved. NOTHING gets their attention like bringing a dirty pitcher of water in for snack time and showing a video called river of death.

As I related stories of child soldiers and Lopez Lomong, or parents making really hard choices and being forced to sell their kids, or the number of kids dying everyday due to hunger and water related causes, the responses of the kids in my class room were nothing short of Glory. It was such a tender way to break their heart – by using the things that break the heart of God. I could see their little Spirits crying out in disbelief at $5 for a child; I could see their little flesh wiggling in its own uncomfortableness at the thought of eating 2 times in 5 days. I could feel the drying of the throats as we watched the video about contaminated water and talked about guinea worm- and I wouldn’t let them go get a drink. It’s all very hard stuff.

But the thing that wiped me out, was when we were talking about how we respond to our broken hearts so that we don’t get stuck in the sadness. How do we put some action behind our belief that God loves ALL people and we should want to serve them. How do we respond as Christians??? That’s when a little boy raised his hand, and said to me, “here is some money. I want to help!” Then he hands me a penny.

I felt like He had given me the world. He did, and so did he…. A penny. If we look at that with natural eyes we see its small value and ineffectiveness. But if we look at it with eyes of light, then we see the heart behind its power. It’s the difference between a million dollars and not. So I accepted it and fought back tears and now I must decide- what do you do with a penny and all the love and power that goes with it? I’m not exactly sure yet, but I feel like I have the world in my pocket.

“Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.” (Mark 12:41-44 NIV)


Sometimes, I look out my window in the morning and I watch the sun rise with effortless majesty. And I know there is a God who is so big and so beautiful that He can’t be contained in a sunrise- so He flows into the brightness of commanding the whole day.

Then I come to work, and I look through a different window. And I see the faces of countless lost and hurting people who break my heart with their cry for mercy and desperate search for a glimmer of hope. I feel helpless sometimes. But in reality, I’m like the mountains- just standing still and letting God’s light shine over me and around me and somehow, they see strength and God’s glory makes me look like I have something to offer.

And then I get in my car to drive to pick up my kids or go home or go pay bills or whatever calls for my attention, and I look through a window that is spattered with bugs and dust and patterns of the occasional rain drop from days ago. Currently I also see the 18 inch crack that grows a little every day that came as a result of someone else unknowingly running over a rock that propelled into the corner of my shield. They didn’t mean it, and don’t even know they did it, and I realize there’s a lot of stuff like that in life. I wonder how many windshields I’ve cracked?

Finally I’m home. Back in my room with a view. I see those majestic mountains with the twinkling ribbon of city lights laying poetically at their base. The lesser light brings purple peace and I rest in knowing I’ve done what I have been asked to do to serve others for the Glory of God.

The eyes are the window to the soul. If the eyes are good, the whole body is good. If you look into my eyes, and see into my soul- I pray you’ll find the glory of a sunrise, the stability of the mountain, the mercy of a Savior, the peace of a lesser light.

“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light. (Matthew 6:22 (NIV)

By Faith and Not by Sight

There is a prayer room I go to sometimes in the mountains of Colorado. It’s called The Upper Room. Some mighty, mighty warriors for Jesus built this place and every time I have visited I have had an incredible, almost unbelievable, encounter with God. Inside is the rocking chair where I surrendered my life (the self to surrender blog post) following which at a later date, I had the surreal experience of being nestled, in the fetal position, between the front paws of the Lion of Judah while he licked my wounds (The Lamb of Judah post). It’s a quiet little loft that sits a stones throw from a small lake. It may be a ½ mile across the lake in one direction and ¾ mile across in the other. There is a canoe tethered to a rock by the lake.

One morning after a gentle, soaking rain I sat on the porch swing with some coffee and listened and watched. What I heard and saw was a beautiful sight. The birds in the trees were calling and although I don’t speak bird, it was as if they were talking to one another and praising God for the rain. They were the sparrows that He provides for. Some took flight and were so graceful as they moved over the lake, swooping and rising then swooping again. It was like a symphony of sound and movement – all in rhythm with the Love of God which had a physical and commanding yet most gentle and graceful presence. The colors and the peace had a voice.

God called me to the water and said He had something to show me. I climbed in the canoe and paddled to the middle where He told me to stop. I talked to Him like He was in the boat with me, because though I could not see Him, I could feel Him with me. I turned the canoe to point its nose back to The Upper Room and I just sat in the stillness. I asked Him what I was supposed to do now, how will I know where to go, asking about the here and now but also about my bigger purpose. He told me to just keep the nose pointed where I wanted to end up. First with my physical eyes open- just fix my gaze on that point and keep the nose pointed in that direction.

The wind started to blow a little and I asked Him how I should respond. He asked me what I wanted to do. I told Him I would go wherever it blew me as long as He was with me. I took my paddles inside the boat and I didn’t resist. It blew me all the way across the lake, into some weeds, under a dock. I couldn’t see the Upper Room from my position and worry set in quickly. After waiting there a good 30 minutes, it calmed a little and I decided to paddle back to the middle of the lake.

There was a head wind. It was hard work and I was tired and frustrated. From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of some movement. I looked up and there was a pontoon blowing by with its sails full of the wind! It was filled with laughing teenagers who seemed to be thrilled with skimming the tops of the waves! It struck me then… the very same wind that is my headwind, that causes me to struggle and fight and wear myself out, is filling their sails and providing a joy ride. I began to cry. I didn’t want to be alone in my boat. I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be laughing and having fun. I wanted to be hitting the high points. But nooooo. I was fighting and being tossed and driven backwards and alone and tired. I began to tell Jesus how that is SO not what I want. How unfair it was. How I did NOT understand why this is me and that can’t be. I thought, if those kids come close enough, I’m going to ask them to tow me a while! But they didn’t, so I was stuck.

I finally made it back to the middle of the lake and the nose was pointed home. I collapsed for a few minutes in the bottom of the canoe and sat up when I regained my strength. I pouted out loud to Jesus, “Well, here we are. If this is how it is then what do you want me to do now?” He told me to close my eyes and paddle home. Whaaat???? I asked Him how I would know where I was going, and if I could open my eyes to check. He told me to point the nose where I wanted to go; to let my body and being and spiritual eyes lock that position in place. I did what He suggested. As I paddled, a little on the left, a little on the right, I would open my eyes and check to see if I was on course. After a few tries, it got a little easier. He assured me that if i could master this I’d know what to do in the times that I can’t see Him. But then, a gust of wind would come up or the waves would be stronger and tip me a bit in one direction or the other. What He said next, still echoes in my life. He said “you’ll just have to learn to respond to the wind and the waves” .

So I’m in the middle of the lake, in the wind, with my eyes shut, alone, paddling a canoe. Not generally my idea of a good time and I was still a little sad about the implications of it. Around came the kids on the pontoon and I just cried out about the injustice.

“Deana. It is true that the same wind that is your head wind is filling their sails. But look how far away they are from the water” He said. “Now look where you are. You are very close to Me. You have the chance to know Me intimately. You will have an intimate knowledge of the wind and the waves and that is something very few people will ever have.”

I paddled all the way back without the chip on my shoulder, keeping my eyes closed. All the while responding to the wind and the waves as they rocked my boat and tried to blow me off course. My spiritual eyes had me centered on the will and the way of God and I soon arrived at the shoreline the better for it.

We all have our lofty destinations in the distance. We all have sailboats that distract us from the work at hand with longings that don’t belong. We all have our canoes tethered to our Rock. And we’re all standing on the shore, trying to decide if we’re willing to go this thing alone in the natural. No one else can live your life. No one but God can call you into the boat or tell you to get out of it or empower you to walk on water.

In this world we will have trouble. I’m learning to close my eyes to it and let His Holy wind blow. I am learning to respond to the wind and the waves by faith and not by sight.