The God Miner's Daughter

I’m a pack rat.  I keep stuff.  Not everywhere.  Mostly, in my office and art studio.  I’ve read every book you can imagine on organization.  They ease the pain of my clutter disorder but they rarely seem to touch the root that causes the disease.  You know, the one that anchors me to the habit of keeping stuff.  There must be a root at the base of it because I’m grounded into a habit that won’t seem to let me go any further than a tree moves from its original position.  Sure, it sways and it bends and it loses some leaves, but it doesn’t move off its root!.    I work on the symptoms for a while, but without a clear understanding of the cause, I eventually find myself buried once again in my palace of stuff.  Receipts.  Books that I had to have but can’t read until I have time.   Notes from old classes.  Pictures Cameron drew in 1st grade.  Bills I haven’t opened.  Reminders to do things that I buried in a pile and then forgot.  Parts of a book I want to write one day.  Photo discs with people and places I can’t quite place in time or perspective.  Prints of a zillion emails with sentiment from friends, family and strangers.  Birthday cards from the dentist.  Journals with only 5 pages filled, no date and no real context.  Etc, etc, etc [fill in things that are just too embarrassing to mention here].  A few years ago before going on a mission trip, I felt the need to purge my cluttered life.  I took everything out of my office as if I were moving and only put back what...

A Voice For God

When I was a little girl, I told my mom all I wanted one Christmas was voice lessons.  She tried to be as diplomatic as possible about her no.  First, she listed all the things I’d surely like better than voice lessons.  A skateboard?  Barbies?  An easel to draw perhaps?  “No mama, I want to sing like Susan.” Susan is my most gifted big sister who still brings me to tears with the sound of her voice.  Finally my mom, who rarely said no to me, dropped the bomb.   She told the the brutal truth, “I dont think they would do any good honey.” Ouch!  I was devastated.  But you see, she was right. God had given me many other talents but I wanted my sister’s more than my own. Flash forward to the retreat last year.   As I sat one day thinking deeply about the message that would be delivered over the course of the weekend, I started to write a poem.  It all came out in one burst with few edits.  It reflected the heart of a woman who was realizing for the first time that perfection is God’s.  That we are His daughters because we belong to the perfect king, not because we are perfect.  I titled it Princesses Aren’t Perfect and sent it to the retreat team to encourage them to leave perfection to the King in their retreat preparation. Now rewind to Kat, the women’s ministry leader.  I’ve had the privilege of leading a few retreat teams.  I’m always fed by the fellowship, the growth that comes from working through conflict, and the...

Kat' Story – Time To Graduate Princess Retreat – The Effect

Last year’s retreat was life changing for me. The theme was about spiritual maturity — about taking the next step with God — about being unfraid to move where He is leading even when you may be leaving your comfortable place in church, in life, in your ministry or in your personal circumstance. I had been head of Women’s Ministry at Everglades Community Church for close to 7 years. I loved the growth, the challenge, the fellowship, the intimacy, and last but not least, the familiarity. But God was calling me to a new place. He was calling me to be a preacher and I knew it. While the call was clear, I was terrified to say yes… to walk out blindly in faith, enroll in school and pursue the call with my whole self. The thought of new unfamiliar territory made me afraid, insecure and unsettled. That was until I was faced with the prepartion that goes with coordinating a retreat on the topic, writing a sermon on the topic, and delivering messages and journals that pound home the truth — God doesn’t call us because we are equipped. He calls us because He loves us and knows what we were made for, what he plans to do with our obedience and why equipment is best delivered in the midst of the journey — rarely before. Shortly after the retreat I stepped down from my post in Women’s Ministry, enrolled in a Masters Christian Studies Program at Trinity International and I’m blown away by how GOD is moving in it all. I will be forever grateful for the...