When God Breathes into the Dark Places

August 25, 2016

When God Breathes into the Dark Places

My third child, Caroline, resembles a Norman Rockwell-esque little girl, with her sweet blue eyes and bob of blonde hair tied in a white bow. She is usually shy and quiet and joyful. One summer weekend we were out at the lake with another family, and obedient Caroline calmly observed the other children as they played wildly all day. She sat and ate her lunch quietly Keep Reading...

How Does Someone Know God?

August 18, 2016

How does someone know God?

I used to think knowing about God was the same as knowing him. I remember sitting in a room full of future pastors at seminary. I always felt a little out of place. Maybe it was because I was a girl in a room full of men; maybe it was because I sat there tearing up, listening to professors talk about God while everybody else was taking notes Keep Reading...

A Love/Hate Relationship with the Internet

August 11, 2016

Internet Love-Hate

I have a love/hate relationship with the internet.

The internet has helped us connect with hundreds of thousands of you through IF:Gathering as we study and chase after our God together.

It’s helped us raise money in order to give jobs to women who need a chance at rebuilding their lives and families; equip leaders with resources to disciple women across the world; and challenge each other with Truth.

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Paralyzed in the Name of Humility

August 4, 2016

Paralyzed in the Name of Humility

Over the years, I’ve received countless emails in my inbox from you. I am overwhelmed by the number of women that have clear dreams but are afraid to pursue them.  My husband Zac made an interesting comment when I was discussing this with him. He casually said, “Men don’t know what their dreams are and women know, they are just afraid.”

I have Keep Reading...

Tangled Thread

July 28, 2016

Tangled Thread

I was unusually empty and didn’t have the patience to give a funny opening illustration to cut the tension. With scripted notes in my hand and fifty women staring at me, expecting a typical church retreat in the middle-of-nowhere Texas, I paused. And in the space of that silence, I saw the same look in their eyes that I knew was in mine.

What was I going to do–follow the script? Keep Reading...