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All it takes is a “like”, a nod, or a thumbs-up to point to the value of life in the womb.

Sometimes the strongest messages of life are accidental. They are chance happenings. An Instagram photo of a pregnant belly at week number 30, a video of unborn twins moving in a mother’s womb, a Facebook post of “We’re Pregnant” after a friend’s struggle with infertility or a blog of that designer’s nursery with a beautifully decorated room for their youngest client.

Nods of life happen all around us. We give a thumbs-up to a post, we hit that heart emoji, and we embrace a culture of life unintentionally. It’s because at the heart of our human condition we intrinsically know the value of life. We immediately react to those double lines on a pregnancy test because we know what incredible gift a baby is to the world.

It’s true that we are also surrounded by intentional messages such as political slogans, hashtag movements, campaigns, or purposefully driven memes that point away from the beauty of life. But the older you get, the more you understand that the greatest lessons are not from the calculated moments but from the accidental or spontaneous instances that add to a person’s life story.

We don’t have to look very far to see inadvertent messages that point to life. I am encouraged that many, unintentionally, are pointing to the value of life in the womb. They are not politically driven or planned pro-life stances. But they are spontaneous moments that speak to the sanctity of life.

May we celebrate the unintentional-deliberately- to highlight life inside and outside the womb!

Here is one example:

Love In Our Grief

July 30, 2014 — Leave a comment

The pain of grief is the hardest thing to bear in this life. As a Christian, it tests everything about faith and belief in a loving God. Grief is the ultimate breaking point of complete surrender to all the promises God gives us in the scriptures. It’s like a free fall jump with a net below, where all we can do is trust that the net will hold us in our time of sorrow and unbelievable pain.

This past week I had the privilege of being there for someone in their time of grief. My cousin Susan lost her husband to a sudden heart attack last week. He was only 46 years old. He was a father, a grandfather, a son, a veteran, a police officer but most importantly he was the man who shared my cousin’s life in love and family.

The night before the memorial service I was able to sit with my cousin and just talk about her grief, their life, and the future she would live without the man that she loved. As I sat with her, in the hardest time of her life, I felt the unwavering hope and love of God for Susan and her family. But I also felt complete gratefulness that God was giving me the opportunity to be there for Susan as her cousin and a friend.

God’s timing is impeccable. Several years ago my cousin and I didn’t even really know each other. We didn’t grow up together, never had family reunions to keep in touch, and our lives never connected in any way. It’s unfortunate that family relations are taken for granted out of the sheer absence of not seeing each other or not making the effort to get to know one another.

Susan and I have led very different lives. If you were to put us in a novel her character would probably be the rebel and mine would be the moralist goody two-shoes.  We are very different but we also have so much in common. First, we are family. We share a heritage that is unique in itself. Our great, great-grandfather lived in Tennessee but fought for the Union in the Civil War. We come from a long line of preachers and our own grandmother was best known for her ability to beat down anyone with the power of her Bible in sharing the gospel. (Seriously, I wished we had a videotape of it.)

Family heritage binds us together by blood but forming a relationship with her has made us friends. This was why I was so grateful to be able to be there for my cousin in her time of grief. As I sat with her just four days after the death of her husband, I realized how much love God has for the two of us. Here we were, two cousins reunited, from the same family line who have walked very different paths and God was revealing to the both of us his overwhelming love. He was wrapping Susan in all those promises that are given in scripture and he was wrapping me in the knowledge of his grace.

Sitting on that front porch with Susan at the hardest time of her life revealed to me a God who loves us beyond measure. Psalms 37:25 says, “I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging for bread.”

There is no such thing as righteousness in our life stories based on our own merits. The faith we hold in God cannot be tied to our life choices or our family heritage because we have already failed. We are sinners– all of us. I used to think righteousness was about moral laws and pleasing God with the choices I make. That’s not righteousness, that’s obedience.  The promise God gives us in not seeing the “righteous forsaken” is for those who follow Christ. It’s the free fall jump with that leap of faith through every trial and test of this life and knowing that He will catch us no matter what the outcome.  That’s who God calls righteous.

Susan and I have been caught. He’s holding tightly to the both of us and He will not let go. God will heal her heart through this pain. His promises are true. I am grateful for the love and comfort that family can give but I am overwhelmingly in awe of the power of God in our lives despite our life stories.

God took Susan’s husband home early for reasons we may never know here on earth. But if there is one thing I have learned from his death is that loving each other as the body of Christ is what we are called to do. Life can change in an instant. So love your neighbor a little more, reach out to family despite your differences, walk out in obedience to God and reflect the righteousness that only He can bring. He will not let you go!




I have been extremely blessed in my life with three beautiful children. They are all very different and each one has their own God given gifts and talents. I am learning, as their mother, how to encourage them in their gifts while trying to distinguish the difference between my will for their life and God’s will. I don’t know their future but God does. I have only one real desire for their lives and that is that they live under the shadow of the Almighty.

The imagery of living under a shadow can conjure up a lot of emotions depending on who you talk to. I think about our fame obsessed world. The children of famous actors have to live under the shadow of fame. The child of the important CEO of a multi-million company lives under the shadow of business, education and wealth. Then there’s the evangelist or even local church pastor whose children live under the shadow of faith and spirituality. Dark shadows such as abuse and control can also be cast upon a person. So many shadows on so many children that sometimes it’s a wonder how they ever grow up and out of them.

The thing about a shadow is it covers and sometimes protects. However, the other part of it is that it follows you wherever you go. I am always impressed by the children who grow up under these many different shadows and manage to come out confident and intact. I have seen the devastating side of living under a shadow as well. There’s usually a fight to be independent and free from the shadow. Many times it comes with hardships like rebellion, depression, and even addiction.

My children do not have to live under their parent’s shadow. We don’t have roles in life that put us up in front of crowd watchers and followers. I am blessed with the fact that my children are actually ahead of us in line and we are gently behind, encouraging them with open arms, helping them find their way in life. It is not as easy for those cast under the shadow. Sometimes, for many different reasons, the shadow acts as a wall and few know how to climb over it.

The positive side of living under a shadow is when a person lets go of the burden the shadow casts there tends to be freedom. Finding that freedom comes with the knowledge that you can be the person you were made to be in Christ. To use your own talents and God given gifts in the way God meant you to live all along.  It is there you feel the hand of God behind you and encouraging you with open arms and feeling the mighty protection of living under the shadow of the Almighty. The place I pray my children will live now and in their future no matter where their paths may take them.