For months, He had been preparing my heart. His words ran over my soul daily:

He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.

In Him we live and move and have our being.

You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.

I gorged myself on His presence, on His promises. I rejoiced in Him, and my heart said:

let’s get this show on the road.

there is a calling; I must step here before I can walk there.

I’m ready for the adventures after this phase.

Colorado. Home.

We packed and cried and packed and left.

We moved believing.


And nothing was as it had once been. He reached into our days and pulled us inside out.  He wrecked our roles in marriage, in family. He brought us to the end of our securities, the end of our known edges. And the Freds fell apart in divine orchestration.



There’s little you can do when the whole of life is left in pieces. Familiar pieces that no longer share adjacent sides. And you see He is doing something; you’ve known Him long enough to know He is at work. But it’s fuzzy, out of focus. And every piece you pick up no longer makes sense in this new place.

Life had been shaved.


I just want to do something. Move. Take another step. Find direction. Put two pieces together.


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He is always and only good.

In this place of wandering, of begging for direction.

In this awkwardness that I would much rather pass through and never touch.

He is always and only good.

This step is set aside in my life for His glory. The pieces will never go back as they once did. His intention is to transform. That’s always been His intention. A new puzzle, not a new piece. And this step, this place, this minute transforms. It prepares and makes ready the heart for the next adventure, but it demands attention. It demands time and energy and intentionality.

Because the moments in this step contain people and hearts and souls that WILL touch mine. All of these moments will be gathered; those that are full of self and sin will be burned while those that are full of glory will be given back to Him. May it be that the latter far outweighs the former and that this #superdumb minute makes much of Jesus. In the everyday. In the years. In the mundane and the extravagant. In the victories. In the waiting.

Above Scripture:

Colossians 1:17

Acts 17:28

Psalm 139:5

six slices of life worth your minutes:

Truth about the enemy that hates you.

She makes things that are cute and sassy and simply delightful.

Life-giving words for those searching for a calling.

This tidbit made my face hurt and my heart happy for many and repeated minutes.

Why asking questions can be a great thing.

Because books keep brains from becoming mush.