Terra Cotta

Terra cotta is a type of earthen ware, usually reddish-brown in color, fired, yet unglazed. Translated from the Italian, it literally means “baked earth.” I have vivid childhood memories of shallow terra cotta pots with red geraniums. These pots dotted the corners of my grandparents’ southern Oregon deck.

Terra cotta. Of the earth. Fired but not glazed. Like me. Terra cotta. Made of earth. Weathered by sun and suffering. Not refined, not silver-plated, not varnished. Raw and rustic. Untarnished, too.

It is fitting that God calls His people “jars of clay.” We are dust, yet we are purposeful vessels. Our bodies not only hold our never-dying souls. They also hold eternal truth. God says treasures are held within His people. 

Generation after generation, valuable riches are held inside fragile, ordinary, terra cotta pots. The treasure is the message that God Himself loves the world He made and wants restored fellowship with the crown of His creation, mankind. He desires this so much, the second person of the Trinity became man in order to make it happen. His relentless love calls to humanity. Jesus calls to us.

The terra cotta pot breaks down. The dirt spills out. The red geraniums dry up and die at the end of the season. With time, baked earth pots get buried in the ground from which they came. But the seed of the message germinates in a new pot, and the priceless message of hope continues to bloom. Those who find and cherish the message discover they, too, are a dusty pot graced with glory.

Prayer of Surrender

Good morning, Lord.

I give you everything. All that I am, all that I have, all that I want…  I surrender to you.

I give myself over to you — spirit, soul, and body; heart, mind, and will— in my heart’s search for life and love. 

I surrender to you all that is in my possession, both physical and spiritual.

I give everyone and everything to you.

I surrender to you my deepest desires: all the things I want to have and all the things I want to be. 

My fists are unclenched. My hands are open. I am ready to receive all that you have for me. You know what is best for me to possess, to be, and to desire. I am ready to receive from you. Come. 

All to you, Jesus. All to you, Jesus. All for you. I surrender.

Have your way, Jesus. Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven… In me, as it is in heaven. 

I love you, Jesus. Amen. 

Two Gardens

The Lord God placed the man in the Garden of Eden to tend and watch over it. Genesis 2:15‬

They went to the olive grove called Gethsemane, and Jesus said, “Sit here while I go and pray.” Mark‬ ‭14:32‬ ‭

Nobody could go back to the first garden, so there is a second garden. 

No longer a Tree of Knowledge or a Tree of Life, but an ancient grove of olive trees where Jesus often went. 

After Eden, the tempter, questioning God’s word and offering God-likeness, was cursed. In Gethsemane, the God-man bares his full humanity, agonizing over the curse awaiting him.

In the first garden, she saw, she took, she ate. In the second garden, He saw, He shook, He prayed. 

In the first garden, Adam chose, “My will be done.” In the second garden, Christ chooses, “Father, your will be done.”

The fallen were banished. Mighty angels and flaming swords guarded the return to Eden. In Gethsemane, a band of guards with torches and swords enter to seize Him. 

The betrayer, full of lies, self-promotion and prideful ambition, slithers in. Sweet-talking, he arrives with a kiss of deceit. 

Then, their eyes were open. Regret heavier than any other soul has ever known, sunk them into dizzying shame. They hid. 

But… Jesus, fully realizing all that is going to happen to him, steps forward to meet them. Light cannot be put in the shadows. Truth has no reason to hide. 
He spoke, “I am…”
Again, “I am…”
And again, “I AM… Let these others go.”

The Maker walked in the cool of the evening and said, “Where are you?” 

“We… we’re afraid… and… we hid.”

Now the Maker walks from the garden into the cool, dark night and says, “Shall I not drink from the cup of suffering the Father has given me?” 

Two gardens. Eden “the fruitful plain” where friendship with God was born and destroyed. Gethsemane, “the oil press,” where blood, sweat, and tears baptize the way to restoration. 

In daylight, the tree of death becomes a tree of life.
The grave swallows him but cannot hold him. 
The enemy laughs with glee, but the Son of a woman stomps on His head. 

Love beyond imagination wins. 
Jesus reverses the curse, reveals and heals, restores to the core. 

“He who comes to Me, I will never turn away.”

What We Want

We want answers. 
God gives us himself—Truth. 

We want distraction. 
God gives us himself—Light. 

We want happiness. 
God gives us himself—Joy. 

We want everything to be ok. 
God gives us himself—Love. 

We want a pain-free life. 
God gives us himself—eternal
Life. 

We want control. 
God gives us himself—Peace. 

His name is 
Savior…
Refuge…
Deliverer…
Rescuer…
Holy…
Mighty…
The Ancient of Days…
The King over all the earth. 

Worship is our warfare. 


There is a spiritual battle raging in this world. Fear is the enemy’s weapon. Faith is our shield. The word of God is our sword. We fight from the victory Christ has already won. But we are in the “already and not yet” of the war. Hold fast, friends. Let’s use the armor and weapons he has given us.

Let’s pray.

Vacant Valentine?

I appreciate social media because it brings people together. I love that I can keep up with so many friends and know about your daily lives, even though we don’t see each other very often. But there is a downside to the constant sharing. 

Sometimes, when I scroll through my newsfeed and see all of your cute kids, I think about how it must feel to a person who is struggling with infertility. 

Sometimes, when I read the encouraging and inspiring memes, I think that they might seem like trite words to someone going through the deep waters of suffering. 

Sometimes sharing our best experiences of life may provoke sadness to those struggling with loneliness or financial limitations. 

This week, with the Valentine’s Day flowers and dates filling up our newsfeeds, I thought about how it might feel for someone who is missing a valentine this weekend. For someone who may not have a valentine, who may be struggling in your marriage, who perhaps recently broke up with someone you thought you loved, or who has struggled with God’s plan for you in singleness, I am sure this weekend is not easy to scroll through. 

I am not saying people should stop sharing their lives and posting about their experiences through social media. I am just acknowledging the different ways our sharing can affect our various friends. 

I feel compelled to share a few words to those of you who may have had a hard weekend.

If you did not get a Valentine’s Day dinner, Jesus says: Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Revelation 3:20

If you did not get a Valentine’s Day poem or love song, God says: The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. Zephaniah 3:17

If you did not get a love letter, God says: Can a mother forget her nursing child? Can she feel no love for the child she has borne? But even if that were possible, I would not forget you! See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands. Isaiah 49:14

No flowers? God plants instead: At that time I will plant a crop of Israelites and raise them for myself. I will show love to those I called “Not loved.” And to those I called “Not my people,” I will say, “Now you are my people.” And they will reply, “You are our God!” Hosea 2:23

The LORD has appeared of old to me, saying: “Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.” Jeremiah 31:3

Jesus is THE WAY

Jesus is the way.

I was in church and the sermon was about distraction. Well actually, the sermon was about dreams… Embracing and running with the dreams God has placed in our hearts because he wants to use us to fulfill his purpose is in the world. My dream, your dream, are like the seeds of a tree planted in the ground. We have the capacity to grow our dreams or hinder them… And eventually we could be a towering tree bearing much fruit, fulfilling the dreams God has placed within us.

But we have to overcome many challenges. And in our day one of the biggest challenges is distraction. We have the combined knowledge of humanity at our fingertips and in our pockets. That’s a lot of stuff by which we could get distracted. We have unceasing images and 24/7 news. And that is just what’s coming at us. What about the distractions within us?

I knew God was telling me to cut back on social media, TV, and other things that were pulling for my attention. If I add it together, if I eliminated some of these distractions, I would add hours to my day. And I could work on developing the dreams I have been turning around in my heart the last many years. 

I prayed, “Jesus, I don’t want to be distracted. But how? How do I overcome the distraction? How? Show me the way.” And immediately he said to me, “I am the way.” He brought to mind the verse that is so familiar to me. “Jesus is the way the truth and the life.” Jesus is the way. Jesus is the way out of distraction. He himself is the way.

Much has been said about the idea of a positive thing driving out a negative thing. There is a book by an old Scottish Minister named Thomas Chalmers. The title is The Expulsive Power of a New Affection.  Dr. Chalmers states, “It is seldom that any of our tastes are made to disappear by a mere process of natural extinction… The heart must have something to cling to.” Similarly, civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. declares that it is light which drives out darkeness. Love drives out hate. Darkness, hate, apathy, fear, and distraction are powers. A greater power must drive them out.

Affection is a part of human nature. There is a reorienting power, a clarifying and cleansing power, when something is loved and pursued. Our affections usually trump our duties. It is hard to overstate how we live out of love the most. Solomon said it best: love is as strong as death. What am I giving my heart to? What power am I allowing to guide me? What thing do I love, or what is it that seems to promise life to me that I find myself constantly pursuing? Does does this thing come through for me and give me life? 

The gravity of love pulls with a cosmic force. Imagine Jesus is the center. He is the sun around whom we orbit. The gravitational pull that keeps us in orbit is HIS love. 

How do I get out of my distracted cycle? Jesus! I turn my face to him. I let the strength of His love overpower my affections. I live in his kingdom. I ask myself, “Is this distraction really worth my attention and time compared to my Jesus? … Compared to pursuing the dream his placed in my heart? … Compared to all he offers me in himself… Forever?” Now my distractions seem vain and empty. Jesus is the way out. Jesus is the way. I ended up in another situation two weeks later where I was again being called to do things that seemed hard for me. I was challenged to rise up, take off my chains of bondage, shake off my dust, wake up, sit enthroned as a queen in God’s kingdom, and stand. Sometimes I look at the task before me, and I feel exhausted. I know my own strength. All of my aspirations sound really good, but I can only sustain success for maybe an hour or less before something rattles me, shakes me, or challenges me. I found myself saying the exact same thing to God: “God, I want this. I want this for myself because this is what you are calling me to be and do.” The answer is never “try harder” in the kingdom of God. I have lived long enough with Jesus to know that is a lie from the enemy. Yet he calls us to action. How? How can I sustain? The truth is I can’t. “How do I do this? Show me the way.” And he reminded me immediately, “Jesus is the way.”

I don’t have it all figured out. What I do know is that I want to turn my face toward him whenever I need a way out. Actually, I want to turn my whole self toward him. And then I want to start walking because in this way—his way—I find his truth. I find life. 

Dear Middle-Aged Christian Man,

You are so deeply respected by your heavenly Father. He sees you. He sees how you daily shoulder your burdens with strength and determination. He sees what you are up against and how you overcome. He made you… all of you… and created you with a purpose. He calls you “son” and invites you on a great adventure with Him.

Do you know Him? I sometimes notice men who are convinced of a beautiful, precise theology, holding it with steadfast certitude. But do you know Him? I sometimes notice men who are persuaded of the veracity of Scripture and know the right answers. But do you know Him? I sometimes notice men who faithfully attend church on Sunday but find faith irrelevant to the rest of the week. Do you know Him? I’m asking this because I’ve wondered about a disturbing trend among the Christian men in mid-life I happen to know. Somehow the “knowing” is not connected to the “living.” I have seen suicide attempts, sexual addictions, secret double lives, apathy mixed with anger, chronic frustration, marriages lost, ministries ruined, reputations stained, families fractured, children damaged, faith destroyed. It makes me wonder about “correct thinking,” when there is so much inner pain.

But you, man of God, are so deeply loved by your Father. He calls you friend… brother… son… warrior… accepted… honored… loved… holy. Your Father has called you to holiness, and he invites you to wholeness—no fragmentation between heart and head… between emotion and intellect… between gentleness and strength… between inner man and outer man. Are you whole? Is there Life (with a capital L) coursing through you and spilling over like rivers of living water, as Jesus promised would happen to those who come to him (John 11)? Or are you weary? Do you function out of a whithered, dry, and sometimes hardened, heart? Do you want more?

What if I told you there is abundance waiting? How would it feel to know you are deeply loved and accepted? Do you know, as a child of God, you are good? Do you know you are no longer a slave to the flesh, to your sin nature? You have been translated into the kingdom of God where the HEART is the place of action? Have you given the broken, fragmented, and wounded places of you heart over to the Great Physcian (Healer) to be restored? Do you know the PERSON who makes this possible? Do you walk daily with HIM?

These words were prophesied hundreds of years before Jesus was born:

““The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, for the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord’s favor has come, and with it, the day of God’s anger against their enemies.”‭‭ (Isaiah‬ ‭61:1-2)‬ ‭

When Jesus was a grown man beginning his public ministry, he stood up in the crowded synagogue one Sabbath Day and took the scroll of ancient Scripture. As was the custom of the day, he took his turn to read. He spoke, reading these exact words from the prophet Isaiah. Then he declared, “These words are fulfilled in your hearing today.” He sat down. Can you imagine? All eyes in that ancient house of worship were fixed on him. Confusion. Did he just say that? Uncomfortable shifting. In some, anger heated up. How dare he? But others felt a wave of excitement. Could it be? The Messiah—here? Some were cautiously curious. Jesus was a good man. But to claim this? Really? The broken-hearted bowed their heads and quietly wept. Finally. Finally He is here. 

Who is the good news for? 

The poor, the broken-hearted—those in prisons of their own making, captives to sin, mourners—in a word, US. ALL of our hearts have been severely wounded. ALL of us have tried to escape pain of living in ways we regret. ALL of us need saving. ALL of us need the good news that we again can be satisfied, whole, healed, unbound, free, revived, joyful, favored, honored, defended, respected, loved. 

To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory. They will rebuild the ancient ruins, repairing cities destroyed long ago. They will revive them, though they have been deserted for many generations. Foreigners will be your servants. They will feed your flocks and plow your fields and tend your vineyards. You will be called priests of the Lord, ministers of our God. You will feed on the treasures of the nations and boast in their riches. Instead of shame and dishonor, you will enjoy a double share of honor. You will possess a double portion of prosperity in your land, and everlasting joy will be yours.”‭‭ (Isaiah‬ ‭61:3-7)‬

Jesus was the most whole and integrated human to ever live. He loved from His heart. He lived in union with the Father. He never intended for us to live in our own strength. He promised the Holy Spirit, who is declared in Scripture to be the Comforter, Helper, Advocate…. the One who convicts of sin, guides into truth, and reveals the Son. God meant for us to live our lives connected to our power and life source … Himself! We cannot do it by ourselves. This broken world and our broken hearts eventually catch up with us. We come to the end of ourselves and look at our shattered lives with despair. 

My man-friend, lift up you head and receive the LIFE Jesus offers you. Loved Infinitely For Eternity. LIFE. All because of the life, death, resurrection, and ascension of the second person of the Trinity, who proceeds from the Father and, with Him, generously gives, today, the Holy Spirit to those who ask. 

“Everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. You fathers—if your son asks for bread, will you give him a stone? If your child asks for a fish, do you give him a snake instead? …. If you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” (Luke 13:10-13)

Ask.

Come, Holy Spirit, fill my thirsty soul. Jesus said, if I come to him, rivers of living water will well up and flow from the inside out. I am broken hearted and poor in spirit. I need you. You are life, power, and love. Restore my heart. Wash me. Fill me. Come. I invite YOU into my life today. 

High Output Prayer

During our vacation, we decided we would have Sunday “church” by ourselves in the little lake house where we were staying. Since there are five of us in the family, my husband asked, “Which book of the Bible has 5 chapters?” So we all thought about it (and googled it) and came up with a few options, finally settling on the New Testament book of James. We would each read and comment on one chapter. So, at the end of our delicious pancake breakfast, we scuffled over which Bible version to use in the Bible app (and settled on whichever one the reader wanted) and then went around the big wooden table, taking turns reading.

What a rich and sweet time. I had the last chapter, the one that ends with some instructions about prayer. “Elijah was a man with human frailties, just like all of us, but he prayed and received supernatural answers. He actually shut the heavens over the land so there would be no rain for three and a half years! Then he prayed again and the skies opened up over the land so that the rain came again and produced the harvest.” James ‭5:17-18‬.‬‬ I am always inspired by this—“a man just like us.” No super saint. Just. Like. Us. ANYONE can pray. And big, public answers to his prayers came from a big, powerful God.

 So we finished our mini-church-service and cleaned up breakfast. Next, I went to the laundry area to throw a load in the washer. I opened the accordion door, and staring back at me from the shelf above the dryer was a cleaner bottle with the words “High Output Prayer.” I did a double take. Then I laughed. The “S” in “sprayer” was missing (or so it appeared with the turned bottle) so it looked like “prayer.” 🤣 But I still took it as a reminder to not forget what I just read (James wrote about that, too.) God is so personal and FUNNY—using an old spray bottle to remind me about the most important of things. So, even if you don’t think you are something spiritually special (although you actually are), what in your life needs some high output prayer sprayed over it? You never know how God might answer! 🙏🏼💛 

God Is Writing the Story

I was recently getting to know some new friends, and we were each telling each other our life stories. When you’re almost 45, that’s a lot of water under the bridge. So you have to focus on the highlights. I noticed something about my highlights… I don’t particularly like a lot of them. There are things I often don’t talk about because I feel ashamed about how parts of my life have played out. We enjoyed the rest of the beautiful evening, filled with conversation and a delicious meal prepared by these new friends. 

But over the next couple of days, I was not being my best self. I was in an emotional fog. With the help of my patient husband, I came to see that I was reacting out of my feelings of shame. (Although the concept gets mocked, this is called a trigger, and it’s a legit thing.) Although I was blaming my husband for how bad I felt, I had to admit this other reality—revisiting my past and how doing that affected me—was true. I had to confess that my story feels like a bad one. Like a pathetic one. Like I’m a victim. Not successful. Not worthy of respect. I had to confess how I was reacting to life and the people closest to me out of those bad feelings instead of the truth of WHO I am, WHOSE I am, and the Kingdom to which I belong. 

In the last few days God has faithfully reminded me that HE is the author of my story. And my story is part of HIS bigger story that began at the dawn of time … actually, before the dawn of time. HE has made each one of us to be a part of HIS story. It is a beautiful story, full of creative power, heartache, redemption, tragedy, fear, sacrifice, heroism, faith, hateful enemies, risk, friendship, overcoming, honor, courage, laughter, hope … and love. 

When I slow down enough and quiet myself enough to think about it, my story (ALL the parts of it put together) reflects all of the beauty of HIS big story… salvation, reconciliation, forgiveness, redemption, and love. Sometimes it’s hard to see all of that when we are in the fog of shame.

I offer this to you hoping that you might reflect upon the parts of your story that you don’t like so much—the parts that provoke shame. I know. They are ugly and we don’t like to think about them. But invite Jesus to shine HIS light—his truth and love—into those places. Sit with Him awhile there and listen for His voice… His truth and love breaking though your fog. As hard as it is, these are the parts of our life that are often the doorway by which we experience God’s love in the deepest and most life-giving ways.

P.S. I snapped this photo while driving through a corn field early Saturday morning to pick up my son from a youth conference. I didn’t realize how God’s light would break through my fog that day. Unaware, yet HE gave me this foreshadow. He is in all the details of life with such a personal love. Lord, open our eyes to YOU today!

Only Love Today

When I take my morning walk in the summer, I often run into a sweet senior in our neighborhood. He is a twice-widowed man in his late 80s. He faithfully walks his dog, Snuggles, twice a day. When I run into him, we always stop and have the best conversations. He asks about my family, and he tells me about his grandkids. He tells me about his work before he was retired and his travels. We talk about the weather and the neighborhood. Today, we talked about the world and how different it is from when he was younger—senseless killing and so much anger and fear. I offered that the social problems can’t be solved with money and policy, that the change has to be in the heart. He agreed and said, “It’s all about family … and love.” When someone who has his mileage says something like that, you listen. So, friends, according to my sweet friend, it’s all about family … and love. Let’s listen. Only love today. 💛