Peace.

Well, She Speaks has come and gone for another year, and I find myself back at the computer tonight, working again. Hanging out with my literary agent this weekend was a highlight, but she gave me some serious assignments on her way out of town. So here I sit, re-working a proposal I thought was long ago completed on a book I am jumping out of my skin to write. I totally heart her for pushing me to write better, but...

{whew.}

I am not afraid to admit that it's slightly hard for me to concentrate, because I am thinking about all I have to do to get out of town for a few days with my family. I am thinking about the ministry of She Seeks that is getting ready to launch on August 10th. I am thinking about the 327 emails I need to respond to. I am thinking about what to do with the dog while we are gone and what to pack and what loose ends to tie up before I leave.

And as I'm thinking about all these things, my little girl bounces into the room and stands in front of me. Toothless and tanned, she grins as she says, "I love you, mom." I look her over and take in all of her cuteness. My eyes rest on one of her tiny ears, most of which is covered with a shiny, trendy symbol.

Peace.

I know it's silly, but the meaning behind those $8 earrings spoke to me.

And I was reminded that in the midst of a busy schedule full of commitments and contracts and obligations, peace is still available, accessible and possible.

Just as it is in the midst of trial, misunderstanding and disappointment.

Which should encourage all of us since if we are not currently in one of those places, it will not be long before we find ourselves back there, again.

So to my friends who came to She Speaks and got news they didn't want to hear...and to my friends who have been in one of those places I mentioned or may well be by the time they read this post...and for all the other readers in between who just need to remember that Jesus is in the business of bearing the deep burdens of our heart while carefully carrying our everyday stresses...I say to you tonight, the same word I most need to hear...

Peace.

Laser Focused

As I prepare my heart this morning for the exciting weekend ahead (the Proverbs 31 She Speaks Conference), I am reminded of the importance of never forgetting what this life is all about...

Jesus Christ, and His amazing love story.

I know full well how easy it is to get caught up in life drama, fleshly desires and selfish ambitions. I know how hard it is to balance the gifts God has given us to use for Him with our drive and motivation to have personal success.

But let us never forget that Jesus always stands as the most important. The reason. The purpose. The goal. The One.

If He uses us, it's only because He's got enough grace to see past our flaws to our potential.

If He loves us, it's only because He's got an amazing capacity to be unconditional.

If He stays with us, it's only because it is in His character to be forever faithful.

As a young woman starting out in ministry, my friend, Lysa TerKeurst once said something very wise to me. "Don't let the compliments go to your head, and don't let the critiques go to your heart." It's one of the only quotes I've ever remembered that has had the same impact the second, third, fourth, tenth and 100th time I've recalled it. I admit, often those compliments and critiques can ring loudly in the ears and threaten one's focus -- in life, and especially, in ministry.

I share this quote with you today, fully convinced it is the only way to do life and ministry and not get distracted by both the hype that comes with it and the often bumpy road of becoming unpopular for it. The truth is, if we are not laser focused on the person of Jesus Christ, one of those two will, in the end, eat our emotional lunch.

The cause is way too important to lose any potential influencers over either one, either way.

So will you join with me in thinking only about Jesus today? In the midst of your striving...worrying...controlling... and managing...will you remember that He will work out your life much better than you could ever, in your wildest dreams, imagine?

There will be compliments and critiques along the way, my friends. But when we are laser focused on Jesus, our ears are way too deaf to hear them.

"And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus." (Col. 3:17)

What's Ruining His Appetite

THRiVE Church Charlotte is officially 16 weeks old.

In those 16 weeks, we have held a worship service with 250 homeless friends…watched 20 of them come to Christ…moved from a very temporary location in a hotel to our current location at the UNCC campus…developed our very own THRiVE band with an amazing worship leader…seen our children lead out in a mission project to their city…learned what to do with the gifts God has given us…and given the very shoes off our feet to someone who doesn’t have any. And yes, some of us walked out of church barefooted because of it.

We’ve worshipped God at a local park (twice) with creatures great and small, from mosquitos and flies to one very friendly cat. ☺ And we’ve seen what God can do when people decide to come together rather than serve apart.

But this post really isn’t about THRiVE, although there is much in my heart to share about this amazing new work of God. The truth is, there are other amazing works of God all over this city, and we are blessed to serve among them. Many of them have reached out to us to offer encouragement, support, and love since our birth. In that way, it has been both refreshing and igniting to watch this kind of Kingdom mentality at work in a city we all know and love. It gives us great hope for what can be accomplished together.

But my heart is full this morning, and my desire is to offer an exhortation to all of us, as I, myself, have been exhorted by Scripture this morning. This post is meant to encourage you, me, and all other believers in Jesus Christ who will read it, to stop behaving as if God is exclusive to our life, our work, or our ministry.

Ya’ll, let’s just be real honest. It’s a problem for us.

I love the work of God enough to say this as strongly as I can: I am tired of churches and believers getting their feelings hurt and reacting as if someone doing God’s work in another part of the city, they are “competing” against them. I am tired of ministries looking at other ministries as competitors, rather than allies. I am tired of believers feeling like their ministry or church is the elite ministry or church and all the others are doing sub-par work for God. I am tired of people who God chooses to deliver His message being racked by their own set of fears and insecurities stifling the work of God in their own life because they can’t get past themselves to remember the purpose for which they were called in the first place. I am tired of leadership not taking a firm stand of loving each other rather than promoting an attitude of division and resentment for other ministries, ministers, and fellow believers.

With whatever circle of influence I have, I am encouraging this type of negativism to stop.

Paul saw it as harmful, petty, and downright wrong, as he wrote the book of Romans to the Christians in Rome and believers, everywhere. As I was reading this morning in chapter 14, I was reminded of this and encouraged to continue on with the passion to “do something together” both at THRiVE and in my individual journey as a follower of Jesus Christ. I am motivated by its Truth, and I pray it will motivate you, as you read it.

May all of us remember to love those He brings to His table, whether they hurt our feelings, get more recognition, or just flat out do something we don’t like. May we remember not to let our own insecurities and fears hinder the work of God that so desperately needs to get done. May we be convinced that joining hands to do His work will accomplish much more than exclusion ever will. May we put our agendas aside and live only for His. It is my prayer for all of us, believing friends. We can’t start a moment too soon.

{By the way, this passage is long. But it is worth every minute of its reading. I’ve chosen to quote the Message translation because it breaks it down in the simplest of terms and puts thing in such a way even a simple mind like mine can fully understand. ☺}

“Welcome with open arms fellow believers who don’t see things the way you do. And don’t jump all over them every time they do or say something you don’t agree with – even when it seems that they are strong on opinions but weak in the faith department. Remember, they have their own history to deal with. Treat them gently. For instance, a person who has been around for awhile might well be convinced that he can eat anything on the table, while another, with a different background, might assume he should only be a vegetarian and eat accordingly. But since both are guests at Christ’s table, wouldn’t it be terribly rude if they fell to criticizing what the other ate or didn’t eat? God, after all, invited them both to the table. Do you have any business crossing people off the guest list or interfering with God’s welcome? If there are corrections to be made or manners to be learned, God can handle that without your help…

It’s God we are answerable to – all the way from life to death and everything in between – not each other. That’s why Jesus lived and died and then lived again; so that He could be our Master across the entire range of life and death, and free us from the petty tyrannies of each other. So where does that leave you when you criticize a brother? And where does that leave you when you condescend to a sister? I’d say it leaves you looking pretty silly – or worse. Eventually, we’re all going to end up kneeling side by side in the place of judgment, facing God. Your critical and condescending ways aren’t going to improve your position there one bit.

So, tend to your knitting. You’ve got your hands full just taking care of your own life before God. Forget about deciding what’s right for each other. Here’s what you need to be concerned about: that you don’t get in the way of someone else, making life more difficult than it already is...

So, let’s agree to use all our energy in getting along with each other. Help others with encouraging words: don’t drag them down by finding fault. You’re certainly not going to permit an argument over what is served or not served at supper to wreck God’s work among you, are you?”

Enough said.

See you at the dinner table! For His sake (and ours), let's get along.

Laundry, Ringtones, and other spiritually significant things

First, I need to brag.

My little Shae did this. By herself. With no help at all. My little 6-year old Shae. The same little 6-year old Shae who goes into absolute hysterics when her brothers don’t acknowledge her new dress looks pretty. (Which, basically, NEVER happens.) She may well have the highest pitched whiny voice ever to be heard, but boy, can she fold some clothes like a pro. 1st grade boys, take note. She likes to cook, too. ☺

But now onto the subject of this post. Which still happens to be about little miss Shae.

Oh, and my Blackberry.

Ever since my free month of “Don’t Stop Believing” ringtone expired on my phone, I haven’t gotten another one. Honestly, my phone rings a lot, and usually during times I don’t want it to. So I have been keeping it on vibrate 24-7, as not to disturb the peace in various places in and around Charlotte. But the downside to that is that I miss a lot of phone calls in the process.

So after retrieving my 27 voice mail messages the other day, I decided it was time for a new ringtone.

The dilemma ensued.

What song should I get? Another awesome 80’s tune? A top 20 hit I secretly like dancing to but have lyrics that aren’t suitable for…basically anyone?

And then it hit me.

I could hear Shae from the other room, reciting what has become somewhat of an anthem in my house as of late, it’s been said so many times. The Hannah Montana “Hoe Down-Throw-Down,” to be more specific. Those of you who know it, know what I’m talking about. It’s rather…(and strangely)…addictive. It involves words said with a southern drawl…specific motions to the words…and a whole lot of sass. Shae qualifies to say it on all counts.

And so she was, “hoe-downing, throw-downing” once, again. I smiled when I heard her, the sound was so familiar and so sweet.

And that’s when I decided to make it my ringtone.

So now, when you call my cell, I hear the sweet sound of my high-pitched 6-year-old saying, “Pop it. Lock it. Polka dot it. Country fry it. Hip-hop…cross the floor…” I’m not sure the general public will appreciate hearing it like I do, but I don’t care. I love to hear the sound of my sweetheart’s voice, regardless of the particular content.

It made me think about how much God loves to hear the voice of His kids…how when He hears our particular and specific “ringtone,” He delights in the prospect of the one He loves being on the other end. I thought about how I smile when I hear that sweet voice of the one I love…and how He must smile when He hears his child’s voice when we place the call to have a conversation with Him.

It is the simple aspects of God’s character that I often lay down and saturate myself in. His pure and undying love. His joy in His children. His devotion and care.

These are things I relate to.

And now, as if it didn’t before, this pitchy ringtone from my sweet little 6-year old, Shae, has even more significance.

Oh, and did I mention she can fold a mean load of laundry?

Settling for Less

Given the fact that I never thought I’d ever own a pet in the first place, I certainly never thought I’d see the day where I gained any type of spiritual inspiration from an animal. But friends, the day has arrived.

It happened this morning as I was chastising our family dog, Maggie.

With much work needing to be done, I sat down to focus at my desk. Typing away, I felt the familiar feel of fur on my legs and feet, a sure sign that my little 7 pound papoo was around. Since bringing her into our family at Christmas, I’ve come to appreciate the feeling, if not take comfort in its familiarity. But on this day the deed was done with a completely different motive than to show owner love. It wasn’t because she wanted to be near me. It wasn’t even because she likes being confined to small places or that she wanted to curl up in a ball at my feet and nap.

Instead she was lurking. Looking for something.

Sitting under my desk is a decorative trashcan, typically way too full of shredded paper, opened envelopes, and various other junk I don’t want. To Maggie’s delight, my trash happens to be her treasure. She loves to stick her nose in the trash, pulling out whatever is on the top and can be easily clinched in her teeth and brought out.

Usually, it’s paper.

But it doesn’t stop there. Because when she grasps the paper with her teeth, she runs away quickly, knowing that if I catch her, the paper will be retrieved and put back in it’s place, and the game will be over. In which case, she (sadly) won’t get to delight in the delicacy of a former tree. Sigh.

This morning, as she dipped her nose into the trashcan, clinched a discarded and torn Target receipt in her teeth (like a toy from one of those money-wasting arcade games with the pinchers that never grab anything), and ran with her treasure and for her life, I finally had enough and told her so.

“Maggie! You frustrate me! Why in the world would you want to eat paper from the trashcan when you have a full bowl of good food in your dish, just waiting for you to eat it?!”

I don’t know why I chose today to exhort her. It’s not like I think she understands me any better than any other day or that I think she will actually stop doing it. (Short of taking her to doggie behavior school, which I have no plans to do. ) But everyday I watch her grab the trash from my trashcan and eat it. And every day it frustrates, confuses, and bothers me.

Today was no different. Except for when I heard myself say out loud what I had been thinking for months, I saw its irony.

And how much it reminds me of what we, as believers, do.

How we grab at the less flavored…the less healthy…the least choice options this world has to offer instead of choosing the staple…specifically chosen…nourishing things God has waiting on us.

We sink our teeth into the familiar – those things we are used to having – doing the things we are used to doing. They are ultimately unfulfilling. But still, we choose them.

And we run.

We run with them, knowing somewhere inside that they don’t work for us. We run with them, knowing that if and when we have to give them up, at least two of us won't feel very good about it in the end.

It’s a silly illustration with a very real spiritual application.

It’s the issue of I want what I want when I want it. I will do what I’ve always done because it is familiar, not because it works for me. I settle for something because I am unwilling to wait for better.

Friends, let’s remember that while the things offered by God may not be as familiar, convenient or easy for us, they are by far the best option with the most lasting results. How much it must pain Him to watch us go after such bland delicacies of the world when His selections are so far superior.

Now if I could only get Maggie to appreciate the difference. ☺

Temporarily Sweet

When I wrote my last status update on Facebook, …“it’s temporary, ya’ll,” I wasn’t thinking about anything but the star tattoo I have adorned on my foot since the second night of our family beach vacation. The caption matched the new profile pic I posted, one of my stubby 5-toed foot and said star. In case you’re curious…
I wrote the update/caption after wondering if any of my ink-rejecting, conservatively wired friends would palpatate and think I’d lost my mind at Myrtle Beach and gotten a real one (tattoo, that is) when they saw the picture.

Not yet, friends. Not just yet. ☺

But when I cracked open my Bible this morning and read this passage in Job, I couldn’t help but see the irony in my own words…

“Like something rotten, human life fast decomposes, like a moth-eaten shirt or a mildewed blouse.” (Job 13:28 The MSG)

Ok, first let me say what you’re probably thinking……ewwww.

Not the typical word picture I enjoy when looking for nourishment from God’s Word. But as always, truth greets me everytime I open my Bible, whether it be something that soothes my soul or stirs it.

Call me crazy, but I think I know what Job was thinking. I think what he’s trying to say here is that “it’s temporary, ya’ll.”

Not just spray-painted on tattoos, of course. Someone schooled at the Hard Knock Academy would not be so trite as to be referring to that.

Instead he is talking about…that thing called…life.

I should know this from my own personal experience, especially since I just returned from a long weekend in a place I called home for 13 years of mine. I’m long gone since my residency there. I’ve since made a new home for myself in a different part of the country and different time zone. But at the time I lived there, it seemed like I might live there…forever.

Between the tattoo and the thoughts of my recent trip to a place I called home, I find comfort in the spiritual application.

Strangely enough, both have reminded me that my life here on earth is temporary. I have no idea how “temporary” for me is measured on days I am breathing, but it really doesn’t matter. Amidst all the “don’t knows” of my life, the one thing I am as sure of as the fact I am math challenged is that I am not staying put here forever. One day I’ll be gone. So will you, by the way.

As hard as it may be to fathom or admit, neither you nor I was put here on this earth to be a wife or a mom or a friend or a child or an attorney or a neighbor or a church-goer or a cousin or a really good person. My personal opinion is that God is gracious enough to give us those beautiful “roles” in life to allow us to endure the scratches and dents this world bestows on us while on the journey. (Kind of like ice cream made shots from the doctor a little bit easier to deal with, when we were kids…but even better.)

But friends, that’s really not why we are here.

We are not here to make ourselves more convenienced and comfortable, as awesome as that feels.

We are not here to saturate ourselves in fun to the exclusion of remembering our greater purpose.

We are not here to rest in our roles and make ourselves feel better by doing the occasional “good thing” for others.

We are here to make a difference in our circle of influence for God. We are here to do what pleases Him, shouts His fame, and impacts someone’s eternity. We are here to serve as He served, and give people a reason to see life with Him as better than life without Him. We are here to be used by Him for His purpose and His glory – alone. It is an exciting privilege.

It is also a beautiful one.

But the beauty of the temporary doesn’t end there.

Because temporary also means that the aches and pains we feel…the cancer that touches our lives…the difficulties…won’t last forever. (This one's for you, Kris.)

It means that the hurt we experience when someone doesn’t want us around anymore will also leave.

It means that the challenges…the uphill battles…the scramble to make it…the injustices…the negativity of life…will one day be gone.

And it means that our loves…our losses…our beautiful days and our sad ones…our great choices and our really poor decisions…won’t mark our lives permanently.

Because…well…it’s temporary, ya’ll.

So long after my tattoo fades…long after my book writing career is over and my beautiful roles in life change…even when my circle of influence gets smaller and the numbers on the calendar get higher…

I have something sweetly permanent to look forward to.

Dear Springfield...

Hi friends!

I am back, after a several week hiatus from posting. Thank you so much for coming back to hear what’s on my heart! I am traveling to Springfield, Missouri, on Wednesday for a packed week of speaking, book signing and attending my 20-year high school reunion! I am so looking forward to all of it, even though I will miss my family while I am gone. As I sat tonight and reflected on the coming days and going “home,” I couldn’t help but think about all the things God has done in my life to bring me to the point where I am today. I started writing a normal post…but it kind of evolved into something else, so I went with it. Please keep me in your prayers this week, as I share a message with many of my friends and peers from years ago about how God has changed my life. And in the meantime, here’s my post…a letter to the place I used to call “home.”


Dear Springfield,

I am just three days away from seeing you, again. I have to admit, I am hugely excited and a tad bit anxious. What will you look like? Will I recognize you? Will you have changed? My guess is yes. I know I sure have since the last time we were together.

The last time you saw me I was a young woman with a heavy heart. My father had just resigned his 13-year position with a church he knew and loved. I loved it, too. I guess that’s why I cried so much when we got in the car and drove away. At first, there was relief. Ministry was so hard, and it was nice to just be Lisa and not the “preacher’s daughter” for awhile, even under the circumstances. But then it was just weird. I wasn’t sure how to be Lisa anymore, I had been that other preacher’s daughter Lisa for so long.

But I digress.

The point is that I am coming back to see you, a much different Lisa than when I left. Oh, I am still the same girl who detests lima beans, wears uncomfortable shoes, and has never really liked her hair. My tastes in music haven’t much changed. But my heart? Well, let’s just say that there isn’t a big enough word to describe what’s happened in there.

I can’t wait to share it with you.

I know I’ll remember things about you when I see you. After all, I spent 13 years of my life with you, so I SHOULD know you, at least a little. But I’m really not sure if you will recognize me. I’ve changed that much.

When you knew me I thought for sure I knew everything I would ever need to know about life and then some. I hoped the world revolved around me, and I was pretty sure it did.

When you knew me I didn’t realize that I didn’t need to waste my time doing things that wouldn’t benefit my life. I did so many of them, I didn’t really keep track.

When you knew me I was under the impression that I needed to be thin, wear the right clothes, and get the right person to love me to feel endorsed.

When you knew me I had no idea that I could love a God I could not see so much that I wouldn’t need to see Him to know He is real.

When you knew me I didn’t really know myself. Thought so. Hoped so. But didn’t.

So you see, coming back to see you now, after all these years and more than a few life experiences, is an amazing thought. I’m excited to see you. But in the back of my mind I also wonder if you will make me cry. We made so many memories together.

But I am ready to see you, again. I am ready to look back on my life then and praise God for my life now. I am ready to make eye contact with people I love and may not ever see again, this side of heaven. I am ready to share the message of my heart – the message He has pressed on my heart – one of hope through hurt, faith through fire, and the love of the One who covers everything in between.

I don’t come back to you a perfect woman. You’ll see that right away. But I do come back to you a woman who knows who she is, understands where she’s been, and lives for the Jesus who brings her joy.

Thanks for letting me come back and see you, again. It will be sweet to reminisce with you and remember what we shared.