(I think I had to write all this before I could sleep Sunday night because for over 8 years, I was on morning radio somewhere in America. Sunday nights were always my final moments of deep processing any huge, world-rocking event so that I could enter the lives of my friends on Monday morning with words that were ready to help their hearts feel, think, and process, too. My pattern remains to "go there" fully on Sunday nights, and so I did.)
Sometimes, you don't know how much pain you are carrying until you are in a place of healing. Worshiping God at church today, the pain deep inside came to the surface and He lifted it away for a while, intertwined with the music that filled our sanctuary.
I spent time with friends this weekend and we all shared of our tears, tears, tears over Friday's evil rampage on innocent life. It hits too close with all my friends who live their lives to love and protect little lives every day.
A mom of a young boy who battles some sort of undiagnosed mental illness wrote a blog that made me feel deep, deep feelings about what may be the main thing we need to talk about as a country: mental illness. What she wrote matters - here's the link.
On Friday night, while driving alone, I listened to AM talk radio, hoping they were talking about the shooting so I could process my feelings by hearing what people were saying. God bless radio people, they were on the air with an open forum, taking calls. They took my call and gave me 5 minutes to bear my soul. Being on the radio has always been therapeutic for me.
After Jesus was born, all the baby boys under the age of two were innocent and their lives were taken. Wars, murder, evil - always here, always has been.
I want to encourage you to trust God. He sees, He loves, He saves.
I don't know why an angel didn't smack that shooter to ground any more than I can understand why all the evil things that happen happen every minute of every day on this planet. But I know what evil is. And I know what good is. And I know that Jesus didn't come to earth for nothing.
Seek Him, believe in Him, receive Him today. He came to earth because we need Him.
much love - Lis
On a bus in Panama, the message I needed came through loud and clear. It's a message that you might need today, too. Jesus will meet your need as your need arises.
I was in Panama to see an incredible ministry in action: Operation Christmas Child. But I was also in Panama for another reason: to seek God about my next step.
Again last week, a good friend asked, "So why did you really leave K-LOVE?" The answer is in this blog I recently wrote for MomLife Today.
Thankfully, the panic attacks and stuttering have completely stopped. The Lord has helped me realign my life where it doesn't revolve around radio anymore, although He is allowing radio to still be a part of my family's life.
If you know someone who is facing a big, life-changing decision, please click here and share my story with them. Hopefully they will be reassured that if they seek Him, they will find Him - and He will meet their needs.
Here's a video of my Panama trip with Operation Christmas Child, featuring the one and only Matthew West. Check out the precious faces, check out the love that flows through creating one of these shoeboxes.
In the midst of our busy life schedules, reading poignant, fresh, insightful words from a blogger who is on a similar journey or who has great wisdom can be deeply encouraging. If you have a moment, in the comment section below, please share a link to your favorite blog (maybe even your own!) - thanks, much love
I’m banging out this blog from high in the sky – somewhere between Denver and Seattle over some big, never ending, brown mountains. Let me take a picture for you...
This has been a very, very, very busy few weeks, but it’s also been a very rewarding and fun season. I’ve accepted several invitations to help with fundraisers this fall. Austin, Texas, was first. A couple weeks ago, it was a real joy to work with some very talented radio professionals who are doing some great radio in Austin. That station feels poised to be #1 someday soon. Then last week I flew to Portland and drove down to Albany to help raise money for a station that covers the central valley of Oregon with 100,000 watts of Christian radio. At both these stations, I made new friends and thoroughly enjoyed sharing my heart with them and their listeners about the deep value of Christian radio.
Today, I’m travelling to Lynden, Washington, to help a station there raise their budget for their year. Everything I can perceive about this station thus far is that it is loved and effective – and the radio girl in me can’t wait to walk in the studio and be with passionate radio people yet again.
Flying is a great time to be quiet and process. It’s been over a year since we moved to Denver – and it’s been a time of great healing for me. The first few months were the “cocoon” phase, where the depth of my burnout became apparent and I spent many hours waiting on the Lord. What helped so much is that the church that brought us to Denver is filled with real, broken, fervent people. Their love and friendship has facilitated my return to “being Lisa” again.
“It’s okay to be Lisa” are the words I think I heard the Holy Spirit whisper to me on December 31st while I was praying. I responded with a big smile and the words, “It’s okay to be Lisa??” I knew what He meant. Loud, happy, enthusiastic, unafraid, childlike, funny, driven, focused, passionate – these are the parts of being Lisa that I love dearly. Too many years of pushing way hard had left me edgy and aching. I remember talking about God’s goodness on the radio towards the end of my full-time radio season and thinking as I was speaking – do I even believe what I’m saying? That was a red-flag to me that I was burned out. Thankfully the Lord restored me as I cocooned in His presence in the fall and winter of 2011.
So the big thing that happened in the spring of 2012 was a revelation that became a burden and then subsequently a delight: working with children with special needs. I am overwhelmed with awareness that this is a path God has illuminated in front of me. There is much, much more I want to write about this in the days to come. My heart burns for what He has planned for our church and for our country. Every day, He gives me another sign that this is my path. Because I know Him, my soul is wide-eyed in anticipation for what He has planned.
From now until Thanksgiving, our family has manipulated our schedule to allow me to travel a couple days a week to help on the radio. It helps our family budget, keeps me home most of the week, and allows me to work in my giftings to help projects that matter. Next week, I fly into Milwaukee and then will drive to Rockford, Illinois, to help raise money for a homeless mission. When I think of the privilege of articulating needs, helping to open the door for people to pour money into the lives of Americans who are hurting, ill, poor, homeless – it gives my heart a rush.
I am very thankful. Thankful for being able to stay home with my boys, thankful that God has met all our financial needs, thankful for my husband operating in His calling, thankful for a healed marriage, thankful for so many deep, important friendships that have developed in our year in Denver, thankful for the many treasured friendships across the country, thankful for the children who attend our church who we love dearly, thankful for how radio is still a part of my life, thankful for my eyes being open to the need for special needs children’s ministry, thankful for getting to “be Lisa” again, thankful for His faithfulness to me and my family, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful, thankful... :)
If you’ve read this far, well then I’m thankful for you, too:) Oooo, I just looked out the window after typing all this and there are two big mountains out there. Wait, I’ll take another picture for you:
Our oldest boy Jon David recently woke me up in a very unique way. As I pondered what happened, the words "so loved" stood out boldly in my heart from John 3:16. Jon David's words might actually be a message for you. Read on...
love - Lis
Walking into the lovely studios of FamilyLife where Dennis Rainey and Bob Lepine were waiting to interview me felt like a surreal dream. I sat in a leather chair and for 30 minutes, poured out my heart. Because I didn't rehearse or plan, I just dumped my heart right there on the table, hoping that their talented production team would edit out all the parts where I sound like a goober:) or, more importantly, the words where God is not glorified as the Faithful One. (Father, please let my story always and only glorify You.) As of the time I am typing this, I have not yet had the guts to listen to the broadcast that airs across the nation on Wednesday, August 15th, 2012. My trusted friend Becky listened and said I did not defame the name of Christ, for which I am relieved:) Actually she emailed, "I loved the interview! You don't need to feel afraid to listen to it - It's encouraging, warm, funny, godly and you did not share too much information! I know God will use it for His glory in the lives of many women who are struggling in their marriages and with motherhood." My story is complex (just as I'm sure yours is) so other than a heart dump in front of Dennis Rainey and Bob Lepine, I am unsure of how to share. I ache for God to be glorified. If there is a way that my scars can bring healing to another's journey... or if my words can glorify the Most High God... then I want to keep on showing these scars and opening this mouth. Not for fame. Not for self-healing. Not for money. For His glory and for the healing of His people. So... here's the link I'm not brave enough to click. If you listen, I hope you draw closer to God and that you clearly see His great faithfulness. much love, Lis
Lamentations 22-29 from The Message Bible:
22-24God's loyal love couldn't have run out,
his merciful love couldn't have dried up.
They're created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He's all I've got left.
25-27God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It's a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It's a good thing when you're young
to stick it out through the hard times.
28-29When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
It happened again yesterday! We had a playdate with friends from the boys' school. The boys played for 3 hours, expending all that unending little boy energy. And I got a deep, meaningful conversation with a precious Christian sister. I walked away refreshed and encouraged. Playdates rock.
MomLife Today asked me to blog recently, and I wrote about a playdate where Brynn told me a story from years ago about a struggle - and how playing something called Failure Bingo helped, teaching her we bond in our struggles. Click here if you have time to read the whole story.
much love - Lis
Three years ago on the 4th of July, our then 2-year-old son Jon David wanted to sing "Happy Birthday" to America over and over while watching fireworks:) THANKFULLY I thought to pull out my phone and record the moment. It's 25 seconds of prized possession - Enjoy (audio is below - click on the blue words.)
Happy Birthday America!!!