Monthly Archives: April 2011

Remembering to Forget


Remember when I used to blog? Consistently?

It’s not for lacking of thinking.  On the contrary; I’ve been thinking more than normal and it’s exhausting. So exhausting, in fact, that finding the right words to help define all my various self-discoveries has seemed to be an impossible task.

But I think that today, after a couple of weeks of introspection, something has surfaced. All because of a really simple question.

Do you think you’re unworthy?

 Unworthy of a good man? Unworthy of being loved? Unworthy of people liking you simply because of who you are?

The answer: a resounding “yes.”

“Why?” the person asked. “Who told you that you were unworthy?”

The girls in 3rd grade that shoved me off the basketball court for walking to close to their huddle.

The girls in 4th grade that filled a baseball hat with horse manure and shoved it on my head, all while laughing and saying “Eww, you’re ugly.”

Numerous teachers that accused me of stupidity in front of my peers for asking overly simplistic questions.

Highschool teammates that laughed at me when I tore my ACL. “It’s your fault; your foot crossed the line.”

Horse trainers that yelled in my face what my errors were but never showed me how to correct them. Long lessons of “Are you telling me that you’ve ridden more than once?! Show me you know what you’re doing! PROVE IT!”

College guys that said, “You know you’re not dating material; you’re marriage material but guys don’t want that now.”

One person didn’t tell me I was unworthy.  Countless people treated me in such a way that made me believe I was. And when those voices and actions are loud enough, it becomes difficult to drown them out. 

The irony is that these memories rarely cross my mind. I think on them once a year, maybe.  I have moved on in many ways.  But I have not forgotten.

So what made them surface now? The sound of something new.

I love you for who you are.

I’d love desperately to hold onto that gem, but there seems to be little room left for influence… unless something else is purged.

And so the process begins.

Remembering the pain on purpose, forgiving people I no longer know, and forgetting the lies that take up too much space.

It’s time to make room. Time to clear the floor.

I’m finally realizing that what others say about me doesn’t determine who I am.

My identity was nailed to the cross a long time ago.


One Day Without Shoes


Today is a big deal.  For two very good reasons.

For starters, you may have heard of TOMS Shoes.  An impressive company that is dedicated to putting shoes on the bare feet of children living in poverty all over the world.  For each pair of shoes that is purchased, TOMS delivers a pair of shoes to a child.

One pair for you, one pair for them. One for one. Every time.

But more recently, something else has surfaced and I am busting at the seams.

TOMS and Compassion International have partnered up.  As in… we’re working together.

I’ll say it again.

TOMS Shoes and Compassion are joining forces to bring 33,000 shoes to Compassion kids living in Ethiopia and the Philippines.

And today, staff at our headquarters here in Colorado are joining the shoeless masses for one day.  Here are some good reasons why  you should jump on this bandwagon.

  • A leading cause of disease in developing countries is soil-transmitted diseases, which can penetrate the skin through bare feet. Wearing shoes can help prevent these diseases and the long-term physical and cognitive harm they cause.
  • Wearing shoes also prevents feet from getting cuts and sores. Not only are these injuries painful, they also are dangerous when wounds become infected.
  • Many times children can’t attend school barefoot because shoes are a required part of their uniform. If they don’t have shoes, they don’t go to school. If they don’t receive an education, they don’t have the opportunity to realize their potential.
  • – via
    Courtesy of Compassion International:

One day.

For one day and for the price of one pair of shoes, you can literally change the world for one child.

Take off your shoes. Start a conversation. Create a revolution in Jesus’ name.

Streams in the Desert


I realize that it’s been a while since I have written an original piece, but this was too powerful to not pass on. 

They looked… and behold the glory of the Lord appeared in the cloud.” Exodus 16:10 

Get into the habit of looking for the silver lining of the cloud and when you have found it, continue to look at it, rather than at the leaden gray in the middle.

Do not yield to discouragement no matter how sorely pressed or beset you may be. A discouraged soul is helpless. He can neither resist the wiles of the enemy himself, while in this state, nor can he prevail in prayer for others.

Flee from every symptom of this deadly foe as you would flee from a viper. And be not slow in turning your back on it, unless you want to bite the dust in bitter defeat.

Search out God’s promises and say aloud of each one: “This promise is mine.” If you still experience a feeling of doubt and discouragement, pour out your heart to God and ask Him to rebuke the adversary who is so mercilessly nagging you.

The very instant you whole-heartedly turn away from every symptom of distrust and discouragement, the blessed Holy Spirit will quicken your faith and inbreathe Divine strength into your soul.

At first you may not be conscious of this, still as you resolutely and uncompromisingly “snub” every tendency toward doubt and depression that assails you, you will soon be made aware that the powers of darkness are falling back.

Oh, if our eyes could only behold the solid phalanx of strength, of power, that is ever behind every turning away from the hosts of darkness, God-ward, what scant heed would be given to the effort of the wily foe to distress, depress, discourage us!

All the marvelous attributes of the Godhead are on the side of the weakest believer, who in the name of Christ, and in simple, childlike trust, yields himself to God and turns to Him for help and guidance. –Selected

On a day in the autumn, I saw a prairie eagle mortally wounded by a rifle shot. His eye still gleamed like a circle of light. Then he slowly turned his head, and gave one more searching and longing look at the sky. He had often swept those starry spaces with his wonderful wings. The beautiful sky was the home of his heart. It was the eagle’s domain. A thousand times he had exploited there his splendid strength. In those far away heights be had played with the lightnings, and raced with the winds, and now, so far away from home, the eagle lay dying, done to the death, because for once be forgot and flew too low. The soul is that eagle. This is not its home. It must not lose the skyward look. We must keep faith, we must keep hope, we must keep courage, we must keep Christ. We would better creep away from the battlefield at once if we are not going to be brave. There is no time for the soul to stampede. Keep the skyward look, my soul; keep the skyward look!

“Keep looking up–
The waves that roar around thy feet,
Jehovah-Jireh will defeat
When looking up.

“Keep looking up–
Though darkness seems to wrap thy soul;
The Light of Light shall fill

“Keep looking up–
When worn, distracted with the fight;
Your Captain gives you conquering might
When you look up.”

thy soul
When looking up.

We can never see the sun rise by looking into the west. –Japanese Proverb

From Streams in the Desert for April 2.