Wedding Weekend!

The Lord gave me in Elisa a rare and precious friendship that has stood the test of time and life!...We have each been through a LOT in the last 22 years, and after being in my wedding in 2005, this weekend I get to be in hers! I am SO thankful for this gift, and for ALL the prayers the Lord has heard and seen and blessed these years of lifting one another up.

Pray for Matt and Hannah as they hold down the fort this weekend, and for Lily, Sofie and I as we celebrate Aunt Elisa and Chris!

My dad, who adored Elisa, would be SO happy.  (He is so happy. So I guess we're good.)

So thankful for this good gift, for which I have prayed!

manna

Grab a cup of cinnamon tea and sit with me. 

It's been a wild week, literally to the Bahamas and back again, full of so many little sweet gifts and so many hard things.

After church Sunday the kids and I drove as long and as efficiently as we could to Ocala, and then woke up early the next morning to book it to Ft. Lauderdale. We unloaded the party bus and quickly overheard the parking attendants speaking Haitian Creole. Lily had friends in ten words, and we finally broke away from that little family to fall into the arms of sweet cousin-family...just in time to board Royal Caribbean and set out on our first ever cruise. 

All the work of travel, all the work of making up a week of school, all the work to earn the money even for the cheapest week of cruising of the year...it would be worth it for precious family time and a Bahamian vacation!

We woke up the first day at Coco Cay, known for "the perfect day."

And it was. It was beautiful, the cousins all had the most precious time together swimming and playing beach games. The food was bottomless and "free" and the water was surreal. 

Not long after we re-boarded, I was seasick...I thought. Emma was wobbly and emotional. And as Ben, Nora, Emma and I packed into our tiny, dark cabin, I started to be violently ill.  Between trips to the bathroom, Emma started throwing up, and by morning...it was ugly, violent food poisioning. We were exhausted. Every towel and sheet was rancid. I sent Ben and Nora to breakfast with Aunt Lisa, and when I bent to clean Emma again, my throbbing head spun and I blacked out. Emma was bawling and filthy and I was on the well-worn carpet, unable to help her, unable to lift my head, unable to push.  I'm not sure I've ever been that sick. 

That was the high and the low...and the following days were sweet precious memories of watching the eight cousins play on the pool deck from a chair in the shade with Emma...of cheering for Ben as he played basketball, shakily cheering for the cousins as they scaled the rockwall, of taking another excursion our last day and I finally felt good enough to get down in the sand with Mayah and to catch up with Uncle Adam on the boat. And that night Lisa started throwing up, and the next morning we piled back into our van with loads of terrible laundry and cried through goodbyes....and as we drove Lily started to throw up...and Emma, to this moment, still hasn't bounced back.

As I drove the 13 hours all in one swoop, passing bags to sick kids, watching Emma grow weaker and more lethargic still, and hearing stories of the big bellyflop contest...I thought of manna.

The Israelites thought because they were no longer in slavery, the dessert would be paradise...and turns out, the paradise was hard, too. I get thinking that vacation, Bahamas, Coco Cay the Perfect Day should be blissful and perfect and I've deserved it and relaxing and turns out in the sweet, there is still hard. Till heaven, it's still broke. Unlike Him, the BEST places and the best experiences still don't satisfy.

But when I needed help, recovering and driving sick kids 13 hours, He provided exactly what I needed for that specific situation, just like manna. They were hungry, and His hand was not short. God cared more about their hearts and about mine, too, but also...He saw and met their everyday, tangible needs. Simple, sweet manna. 

They had nothing to do with its production. They simply had to gather it up. Exactly what they needed, exactly how much they needed, and His provision even accounted for Sabbath rest! 

God provided. For real. He met them. There was no lack. His hand was not short. There was no waste. 

And then He replaced the bread from heaven with the bread of life from heaven, and though I've had nothing to do with its production, I have and keep receiving the free gifts of His salvation and grace and love and joy and peace. 

When I needed His help and protection on the impossible, 800+ mile road, He truly helped and protected me and us. When I needed help in that dark cabin, He sent Lily in a sunshine yellow t-shirt, who patiently cleaned and carried and found us a quiet chair in the shade with fresh breeze and brought us water and tea, and when I had four kids and couldn't be mom, my most precious sister swooped in and loved them and adventured them well. 

When we got back to our van, now 3 adults and 9 kids, our new Haitian friends had a giant platter of Haitian food they had made us for our return. 

Haitian women who had never met us, who work for minimum wage in a parking garage, while WE were on a CRUISE, kept track of the days and hours, bought meat and vegetables and plantain of their own money, cooked it, and when we struggled around the corner, they provided our family's sweetest comfort food. 

Manna.

As I drove that late night, trying to make sense of all the hard in our lives and the lives of those we love, especially in the pockets that were supposed to be perfect and pampered and restful, He asked me if I saw His manna, "given that he might humble you and test you and do you good in the end" (Deut. 8:16) as His sweet provision, or if I would "complain in the hearing of the Lord about their troubles" (Numbers 11) like Israel. If my children would hear me complain about the meat of Egypt or point out His provision and tender loving care. 

And so, as much heavier things surround me and I battle on my knees for many...I am hungry for SO MUCH. Until we are living in that true, perfect day...I am hungry. And when I am hungry and tired and out of options...praise...the Lord takes care of us. 

Lord, give us today sweet manna in the places we are waiting on You for things that have yet to resolve. 

Amen!

good gifts

Our precious week with Aunt Sharon was matched by Matt and Sofie's precious last week in class...Matt can hardly talk about his students without getting choked up. The challenges, persecution, violence and hardships that are a part of their daily lives and ministries are overwhelming, and their joy in the middle was more so.  That has touched Matt and Sofie for good, forever. 

Sharon extended her trip an extra day so that I could join one day of Elisa's bachelorette trip at the beach. This is the way Sharon is. Not just making it possible for my good, but doing a lot of good with Nora and Ben and Lily and Emma so that I could, and they didn't feel it. 

While Matt and Sofie headed home, I drove 6 hours to the beach, had 24 beautiful hours with a lotta good women, and when they got home I headed back and she headed to the airport :)

I listened to a lot of worship and the entirety of Comer's "The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry" on the way there and back, and between that a whole day in His creation with dear women and some priceless solitude, I feel ten times free-er.  A lot of ways of living and thinking just kind of join us little by little, and taking a ruthless step back and realizing, "This isn't how I want to be doing it" and setting out on a better course -- a more "Christ apprenticeship" course, is so freeing.

If you haven't read it, dooooo.  If you want to hear about Matt's trip, he couldn't help but preach it today...I was so blessed by that. https://www.facebook.com/wellspringms/videos/1121355200205866

One of my shifts is getting my time off FB and IG and back into writing, here, which is what I love and how God meets me and helps me process.  It is less instant, less hurried, and more focused....and if I MISS writing, and it brings me joy and edifies my faith...why aren't I?

Grateful for these good gifts....

 

joy

After Matt's class sent a precious video greeting to our church to thank us for sending Matt, we sent a greeting back and took a minute to pray for the church in Nigeria. 

I knew there was persecution in Nigeria against Christians. But I had NO idea it is THE most violent place in the world for believers...or how to pray.  This article helped me navigate...and has me PRAISING the Lord that He has Matt and Sofie exactly there, exactly now, teaching the most targeted people group--pastors and Christian leaders--from across Nigeria. 

Matt continues to say that the time, conversations, and questions with his students has been the sweetest, deepest time.  I can't wait to hear more of what he means, but I can only imagine how this is stretching and molding their perspective.  

Yesterday in church, our dear friend Scott preached about Joy for the Journey from Phillipians, and I continue to be humbled by the supernatural joy Matt and Sofie are walking in through our Nigerian brothers and sisters.   

https://www.opendoorsus.org/en-US/stories/10-things-you-need-to-know-about-violence-in-nigeria/?fbclid=IwY2xjawNjhCZleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHgqwl-AqbDcXR2VssElkmrThNU2BKNKAUmuIhWKUXgv62PLgo51SuRF17YX9_aem_6BNfCyODubvNQkgDqZEHMg

Meanwhile, Aunt Sharon has come to hang with us for the next few days, and we're all cherishing that sweet time!  She is GOOD family.

a big week!

 A week ago today we were at the notary overnighting passports and more permission forms to the Nigerian Embassy in Atlanta, and tonight Matt and Sofie have wrapped up their second full day at West Africa Theological Seminary and when I spoke to them last, Sofie was off with a student who's wife was in labor and Matt was bragging on his students. 

I am so thankful for this opportunity for them to share the Gospel.  It is reminding them both so much of Haiti.

Here's a note Matt wrote to our church...

Dear Wellspring Church Family,

Warm greetings from Lagos, Nigeria! I wanted to take a few moments to share a quick update and express my gratitude for your prayers and encouragement as I teach this week at West Africa Theological Seminary (WATS).

It has been an absolutely wonderful experience so far. My class has over thirty students—pastors, evangelists, and ministry leaders from across Nigeria and neighboring nations—and they are hungry for teaching, training, and discipleship. Their eagerness to grow in God’s Word and be better equipped for ministry is both humbling and inspiring. Every lecture turns into a deep exchange of ideas, questions, and testimonies. They are soaking up Scripture with open hearts and a clear sense of calling.

The warmth of their hospitality has been remarkable. From the moment I arrived, I have been met with generosity, kindness, and genuine Christian fellowship. Even in a context where roughly half the nation identifies as Muslim, I have encountered a people filled with the Holy Spirit, steadfast in faith, and overflowing with joy. Their worship is vibrant, their prayers are fervent, and their love for Christ is contagious. I am constantly reminded that the Church is alive and flourishing in places that often face great challenges for the gospel.

Every day brings moments that renew my sense of mission. I see the Spirit of God at work in these students—men and women determined to lead holy lives and serve their communities with courage and compassion. They remind me that the kingdom of God is advancing in every corner of the world, and it is a privilege to play even a small part in strengthening those who will continue to carry that light forward.

Please continue to pray for Sofia and I—that my teaching will be effective, that the Holy Spirit would give clarity and power to every lesson, and that I would have the physical and spiritual strength to finish the task well. Pray also for these students, that the seeds being planted in their hearts would take deep root and bear fruit in their ministries across Africa.

I miss you all deeply and carry you in my heart. Know that your support, prayers, and faithfulness make this kind of ministry possible. Wellspring is a sending church—your love and commitment to the gospel are having ripple effects far beyond our local community.

I look forward to being back with you soon, full of stories, testimonies, and renewed vision for what God is doing among His people around the world.

With love and gratitude,

Pastor Matt

homecoming, wedding, and still no visas

 Oh friends, it's been some big days!  I've talked a little about them on FB.

First Lily and Hannah had homecoming...

The thing about having a heartspan of 3-16 is that it’s all the things at once, all overlapped, all the time. Keep up, Mama!

Just today I had a toddler in a cheetah costume begging for the ridiculous grocery cart. I hate navigating that bulky thing down the aisle. But one day she’ll just walk right by it…slow down, Mama!

Just today, Ben came home wanting to tell me all the things, and mid-sentence his friends came to the door and he was off to play football, didn’t even look back. Hold on, Mama.

Just today, two ten-year olds destroying the backyard with bumper cars and bike helmets begged me to watch their "show", and their belly laughter just lit up the night like fireflies. Just watch, Mama!

Just today these 14/15 year olds are yelling let’s-go-go-blue IN my house, all cheer all the time, and every time I annoy them by being their biggest fans they’re trying to “borrow” something or vault someone or "just need $20." Let it go, Mama.

Just today the baby I waited 41 weeks for is all sparkles and off with a driving boy and she’s got no nerves and no cringe and looking 22 and I swear just today I couldn’t get her outta that cheetah costume. Don’t blink, Mama.

Keep up, slow down, hold on, just watch, let it go, don’t blink, Mama.

And I’m trying. All at once.

 Then we had a big, beautiful godly wedding for my dear friend Hannah...

One evening years ago I was adding tears to the dishwater in a new country of complete strangers in April of Covid. My husband was working and traveling long hours, I had struggling third-culture kids at home and every ministry or community opportunity—moments before in Haiti available in overwhelming abundance—were on lockdown or totally unknown to me, a foreigner in a foreign Mississippi.

How could I possibly serve the Lord stuck like this? How could I possibly be used by Him washing dishes and isolated and little ones in tow? How could I possibly do big and bold and beautiful things for Him now my life was lockdown? Matt’s work and ministry and service carried on….and I was done.

The Lord met me heavy at the sink that night.

That night He gave me a gift I didn’t deserve. Something I had always had but never really seen.

Prayer.

He gently reminded me that sitting with Him was more important than serving Him, and that prayer was a work NO season, no language, no isolation, no illness could hinder.

That prayer was the work I could bring HIM to do….and that HE would move mountains. That prayer was ministry that would bless HIS heart. That prayer was the place I could nag without offense or apology, the place I could dwell disheveled and diapers and tears, the place through which He could pour healing and hope and help to others.

I started that night, talking to Him like I was NOT alone, like I washed, He dried. Talking to Him like He saw. Talking to Him like He was at work through my prayers. Like He was at work and I was with Him.

And tonight, I cried bottles of happy tears alongside a breathtaking bride I have prayed incessantly for. And I beamed and cheered next to dear friends I nagged the Lord to death to provide for my husband and myself and my children. And I saw Him do and bring full-circle some miracles tonight only our God could ever produce.

Until it is GOLDEN, dear ones, pray on. Do not stop praying your twenty year prayers, your beyond hope situations, your too silly for prayer hopes.

Nothing can hinder prayer but our neglect, and nothing brought to Jesus does He ignore.

Then we found out Monday that Matt and Sofie's visas for Nigeria were denied, and have now learned it was because we didn't have a certain form needed for a minor over 14 traveling without both parents specifically to Nigeria. Monday. Supposed to leave Sunday. 

Notary. Consent forms. More forms. Overnights.

If they GO, the Lord will have opened a door that is not currently open, Thursday night. If they do NOT, the Lord will have allowed a closed door closed, and either way. We trust Him.

It will be good to know if we're getting Matt and Sofie packed or not :). But we trust Him. And trust Him with the students heading to WATS for this class! 

Thank you for praying, with and for us!

Nigeria

It's been a journey and a perseverant struggle obtaining visas, but today is October 1st and so I'm sharing!  Matt and Sofie are heading to Nigeria to come alongside WATS, West Africa Theological Seminary in 12 days!

WATS has graduated over 3000 men and women the past 5 years, representing several hundred African churches, scores of ethnic groups and over 20 nationalities!!  We've heard about WATS as long as we've been with OMS and serving in Haiti, and while they've asked Matt to come teach several times now, the Lord seems to have opened the door and made a way for such a time as this. 

The class they badly need taught matches a class Matt is well-equipped and ready to teach (Systematic Theology), the dates don't coincide with anything significant on our church calendar, and every hiccup that has arisen the Lord has unmistakably smoothed.  The last bump is receiving visas, and will be a final clear open or closed door.  

Since Matt's last teaching trip to the Czech Republic with Lily, Sofie has been waiting for her turn to join Dad in preaching the Gospel overseas.  While Matt's busy teaching this intensive course, we'll know a lot more about what Sofie's going to be doing once she gets there...pretty sure there will be small children involved, knowing her. Growing up on a seminary campus will make this trip extra interesting! 

She and I had a precious conversation the other day about the encouragement of coming alongside, and about how her age or culture don't hinder this from being true. I am praying for countless opportunities to love, to serve, to befriend and to encourage for both Sofie and Matt!

I have always wanted to go to Africa! I can't wait to hear about how it reminds them of our Haiti home, how it doesn't, and to hear about our brothers and sisters in Nigeria.

One Mission Society is beautifully allowing us to use our missions support account for this trip, so if you'd like to be a part of Matt and Sofie coming alongside the church in Nigeria, you can here!  (Please ignore the fact that our old profile is OLD. Our support account is still current!)

Please scratch down a reminder for prayer for your fridge or Bible or planner!  They leave Jackson after church on 10.12 and return 10.23.  

Pray that their visas...which have been submitted for over a month and were promised in September....will come in time!  Matt spoke to the office again today, and they are saying they have moved it to "priority" :)

Pray that nothing (travel, culture, language, age, the enemy, sickness) would hinder God's good work to be done through them

Pray for their spiritual strength, cultural wisdom and communication skills to convey His message clearly, and for God's guidance

Pray the full armor of God over them (Ephesians 6:10-18)

Pray that the church in Nigeria might be edified and strengthened

Pray for the church in Nigeria : wisdom and courage to stand firm, for the growth of faith and spiritual revival of the nation, despite hardships and persecution 

Thank you dear ones!

Check out more ways to pray for our brothers and sister in Nigeria here!

redemption

Oh there are some heavy things in the world. If it lasted much more than a drop in the bucket, I'm not sure I could bear it. If the purposes of the Lord did not still stand...if He were not on the throne above and before and beyond, if He were not just ahead and just behind and if we could not come boldly to His throne of grace, and if we did not receive there mercy and grace to help us in our time of need...I'd be giving up, wouldn't you.

The pains of all the world aside--as if they ever could be--my own world groans.

A dear friend waits on for her miracle, and I wait, with eager expectancy and hope and often holding my breath, with her. I have lost both an aunt and an uncle in the past two months following their many months of suffering. Some friends suddenly lost their son this week in a troubled time in a troubled way. And tonight instead of cooking I sat down for the fourth time to prayerfully and painstakingly copy out DK McKelvey's Liturgy for those who have suffered a miscarriage or stillbirth for our dear friends a month after the loss of their perfect and complete son. 

That liturgy ends like this, and I needed to pen it tonight.

The future hope, however radiant, will not end the pain we feel today.

It does not negate empty hands. It does not fill empty cradles. It does not mend cratering heartache.

But.

It does declare the empty cradle and the empty arms and the empty spaces will NOT have power to grieve us forever. 

For one day, one day our eternal joys will flow backward in time,

even to these very broken places.

And then those joys will fill every emptiness and every heartbreak 

the children of God have EVER endured.

For Yours, O Father,

is the kingdom

and the power

and the glorious redemption

of all our losses.

even this one.

dark times, deliberate prayers

A few days ago I headed down the stairs and my mom's old Bible popped out to me on the shelf. She had purchased it for my brother long before, and when he headed off to college unwilling to take a neon blue "NIV Study Bible for Kids : The Adventure Bible", she had taken it in as her own. It ended up being her last Bible, and I remember spending April and May of my freshman year with her stuck in a small corner of the Cleveland Clinic, watching her scribble endlessly into her "Adventure Bible." 

Every note she ever made was a cacophony of thoughts. Register Lisa for camp ...don't live in the past (Isaiah 43:18)...meal for the Danec's ...allow God to share your burden ...buy milk.

It makes me feel better, sitting here with kids the same age hers were when she took the notes... realizing that's where I get it from, my still-paper calendar, my still-paper notes, a random jumble of important-to-me thoughts about God and the days ahead and Costco.

It has been a very busy week, but ever since that Bible caught my eye Monday, I've been little-by-little going through it when I have two minutes, and I can honestly say that it's the first time in 20 years that my mom has been speaking into my life fresh.  I cannot remember her voice, but her tiny scroll is unmistakeable, and the first thing I saw when I pulled the first list out of her Bible was:

dark times call for deliberate prayers, NOT discouragement. Ps 42:11,  expect God to act.

We have several major gaps at church right now that need filled, several teenagers going through some hard things (and making sure we're acutely aware :), several life and world things that have had me so discouraged. I literally used the word with my small group last week: I am just so discouraged. 

The Lord got to me before my mom did with a "Your church, your family, your world doesn't need you to be discouraged. They need you to look to Me. Let them see you looking to me, not venting from a cloud."

I took my heaviness and turned it into detailed, bold prayers on a few 3x5 cards.

grow in our church a hunger for prayer, without begging

men and women to help with kids ministry, volunteering themselves

a youth pastor, dynamic and deep and sent

a children's pastor, equipped and patient and rooted

a GOOD and steady and refining job for Lily 

good and sweet friends for my children

peace and your joy for Matt

These and several more discouragements all turned into prayers, and then I pulled a scrap of paper from my mama, and she told me so. 

I love how there is nothing and no one and no situation that the Lord cannot use. I LOVE that my mama, gone now longer than I had her, was a woman. of. prayer.  I love that those last grueling days I heard her praying again and again for the gaps she was leaving, for the Lord to fill them. I love that her notes (based on King David's notes) are ones the Lord is still speaking today, and I love most that there is NOTHING any of us are experiencing in the world that the Lord isn't STRONG and FAITHFUL in.

Whatever it is on your "adventure" today, or if it is twenty things, take it up. 

A beautiful little testimony that's been edifying for me this week: 

one truth

What a week to have posted that the news isn't the same as the truth.  

His truth continues unshaken, unshattered, unshocked. 

The news in a heavy dark world is war and victims of war and injustice and violence and greed and murder and mourning and darkness. The news will ALWAYS be full overflowing with all the unimaginable evil around this whole world He's got in His hands.

The truth is that there is nothing man can do to us. The truth is that there is evil in the heart of man, me included. The truth is that without Him, we are despairing and without hope. The truth is that every single life matters, made in His image. The truth is that there is ONE WAY, and ONE TRUTH, and ONE LIFE.  

The truth is that there is ONLY a Mighty God on the throne, there before and will be after. He is unchangeable, and there is not ONE injustice He misses. There is not one mistreated Hagar despairing out in the wilderness He. Does. Not. See.

There is not ONE tragedy He does not mourn, there is not ONE loss He does not redeem.  The truth is that His hand is NOT short and no matter how the news makes us feel today...HE is not weary nor faint nor helpless nor finished. 

He WILL make right, He WILL restore. 

There is one hope...are you holding it? There is one truth...are we boldly encircled by it? There is one sword, and it is the Word of God. Do we yield it? Do we even know it? There is one way of peace for our feet, and it is the Gospel. The truth friends?

The truth is that our struggle is not against flesh and blood, not from day one, but against the spiritual forces of evil...and we can guard up and and stand our ground with righteousness in place and true prayer always on our lips and His helmet of salvation guarding our minds and be shielded by our child-like FAITH. Or we can perish.

Truth is, His kingdom is not like ours, our armor is not like the worlds, and there is ONE enemy. 

The truth is: let love be genuine, not political, not partial. Abhor evil; cling to what is good. Love one another like brothers. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Bless those who persecute you; bless. Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with all those who weep. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, associate with the lowly. Live peaceably with all.  Leave vengeance for the wrath of God, and if your enemy is hungry, feed them.  Do not be overcome by evil...but overcome evil with good.

With this in mind, be alert...and always keep on praying for all the Lord's people.

I've found no other truth and no other peace and no other freedom to share. 

Romans 12 : The Marks of a True Christian

Ephesians 5 : The Whole Armor of God

Our friend Maxi's dad, who died a long and painful death in Haiti in 2017 with no medical care, the last time we prayed with him..."so close to meeting Jesus, waving his frail hands in the air and praising the Lord for the joy and confidence of a new body, of an eternity spent at the feet of his Father."
What God says is true, friends...it is our truth.