When you are with you children all day, sometimes you can forget to let your words accuratley represent your heart. I wish I knew who wrote this list so I could thank them.
When you get stressed and busy and you remember that you've forgotten to be a kind, human being to your kids, come here again and read these words...
- I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you. Nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that.
- You are amazing! I look at you with wonder! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one!
- It's all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do.
- You've made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It's all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you.
- You did the right thing. That was scary or hard. Even though it wasn't easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too.
- I'm sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake.
- You can change your mind. It's good to decide, but it is also fine to change.
- What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. Your mind is clever!
- That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you!
- I have a surprise for you. It's not your birthday. It's for no reason at all. Just a surprise, a little one, but a surprise.
- I can wait. We have time. You don't have to hurry this time.
- What would you like to do? It's your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It's important to follow your special interests.
- Tell me about it. I'd like to hear more. And then what happened? I'll listen.
- I'm right here. I won't leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you. I am listening to you.
- Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me?
- I missed you. I think about you when we are not together!
- Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let's see. I'll help you if you need it. I think you can do it.
- I'll help you. I heard you call me, here I am. How can I help you? If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I'm glad to help since you asked.
- What do you wish for? Even if it's not yet time for birthday candles and we don't have a wishbone, it's still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about.
(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.
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
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!!!
When my friend Julie Thomas asked me if I would do a Bible study with her this summer, I had no idea I would cry for two hours last week.
We're studying the words of Jesus in the book of John for eight weeks this summer. It is SO good to (1) dig into the Word, (2) study with friends, (3) not have an overwhelmingly time-consuming study because summer is BUSY, and (4) to read, ponder, meditate on, and drink in the Red Letters.
When I was a little girl, I would take my Daddy's Bible from his night stand. I would go into our backyard in Benton, Louisiana, and sit on the swing my Daddy had painted forest green. I would sit and gently hold his Bible. And I would always open up to the book of John and stare at the pages that had the most red letters, tenderly running my hand across the pages.
I don't know how I knew, but I knew. The red letters are words of life from Life Himself.
Last week, it was my week to write the Bible study for this week. I had thought it would be rather easy (like I always do about everything - until I jump in:). When I began to try to write, I began to cry. I cried every time I tried to write. All I could think was - who am I to try to write a Bible study? These are the most important words ever spoken - how can I try to explain or unpack them?
I was a mess. But my husband and Julie both encouraged me. I pressed on. I begged God for help. I read the chapters over and over. I asked the Holy Spirit to illuminate what He wanted me to focus on. I wrote pages of notes. And then I began to type...
When it was done, it was over 1200 words (it was an 800-word-limit assignment)(yes, I am and have always been "wordy"). So I edited and re-wrote. And cried some more.
The study of John 10, 11 and 12 (that I wrote while crying in a cabin near Estes Park) posted yesterday. Here is the link to read my offering.
If you have time, please read what my friends wrote over the past three weeks. We would be honored if you would continue this journey with us through the book of John for the next 4 weeks. His Words always have and always will bring life.
I'm going to go get my Daddy's Bible (that I now keep on my nightstand) and take a picture for you of the red letters pages I loved as a child...
With much love - Lis
A friend's simple admonition about "enjoying the journey" began a life-changing course correction.
Here's the whole story (posted on the blog MomLife Today).
hugs and love :)