I still smile and laugh to myself when I remember our youngest girl, Kristine, at the age of 4, telling me that she didn’t want to grow up. When I asked her why not she answered, “I don’t know how to grocery shop. I don’t know how to drive.”
I giggled and said, “It’s okay, when you get older you’ll learn those things. You don’t have to worry about that right now. You’ll know when you get there.”
“Well I don’t want to be a mommy.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how to take care of babies!”
I think I eventually convinced her that although she didn’t know at the age of 4 what she would need to know 15-20 years down the road it was okay. She wasn’t supposed to. It would come later. I tried to help her see that growing up was fun and good, that she would like it and that it’s just what happens naturally to all of us.
God brought this memory front and center this morning and showed me that I do this all the time; I look waaaay down the road and panic thinking “I don’t know how do those things!” In my heart I try to jump way ahead and figure everything out, I guess so I’ll feel I have some minute amount of control over my life and the outcomes. The “what ifs” pile up into needless anxiety.
I feel like He’s saying to me this morning, “You don’t have to know what to do when and if that time comes because when you get there, you’ll know. I’ll show you. I’ll teach you. Why are you worrying about that now?” Continue reading

It’s good to get away but always good to get home. However, as we were getting ready for bed last night I found myself feeling grumpy, out of sorts. I asked myself why. We just had a great week, learned lots of good things, had nice time away together. What do I have to be grumpy about? I’ve been intentionally trying to have a positive, faith-filled attitude about everything, but some emotion I’ve been pushing down bobbed up to the surface. As I lay down to go to sleep, in my head I told God, “It’s not fair, God.
He drove by the McDonald’s. What? Jodi, Jon and I looked at each other again and asked him, “Dad, where are you going?”
The last few nights I’ve slept restlessly. I don’t know if it’s because our mattress is on the floor right now (we threw out our box springs in the bed bug fiasco this summer), if I’m thinking about a lot of things, or what.
So true! We tend to be goal-oriented, task-driven people focused on the end of the race as our goal when our goal should really be all the stuff in between, the day to day running, the pressing on, the scenery along that day’s path, the little moments when we see our big God at work in and through us.
Ever since my first little baby girl was born I’ve had the privilege of a front row seat. God graciously invited John and I to be co-directors in the continuing saga of their lives. It’s been challenging, exciting, funny, sad, frustrating, exhausting, joyful, disappointing, humbling, and wonderful. No shortage of dramatic girls for the roles of the three daughters in this story.
It seems almost everyone is talking about the new Harry Potter movie, “The Half-Blood Prince” based on J.K. Rowling’s sixth book in the series. I’ve read all the books and as usual, I think the book is so much better. The movie is entertaining, for sure, but so much had to be left out and several liberties taken with original story. [SPOILER WARNING – if you haven’t read the book or seen the movie yet and plan to, don’t read on]
When I don’t fully trust God it shows fear, and that leads to discouragement. Conversely, when I decide to lean out over the edge of the unknown and fully trust in God, even though I can’t see what’s coming, I have such peace and freedom.