Hello world!



I know it’s been awhile.

But you know how you get busy and things like cleaning out the garage, scrubbing the tile with a tooth-brush and shredding all your old documents from 20 years ago sort of get put on the back burner? Well, life has intruded and my poor little blog has been piling up with dust like junk in the garage, soap scum in the cracks and old bank statements.

Like all of those things (and many more we choose to ignore) you know they’re there, but they just don’t have their place at the top of the priority list.

Plus there is the fact that I’ve just had not words.

Seriously, I never really understood writers block until these past couple of months. The words were a jumbled mess inside my head. No cohesion, no sense and no WAY they were going to come out even with a crowbar.

I would put fingers to keyboard and the flow that came out was even confusing to me. I’d go back through to read and it was like someone else had written the mess. (Is it possible for your brain to turn into strawberry Jello?) Even short emails were incoherent and repetitive.

Not only has my writing been blocked, so has my verbal communication. It’s almost like I’ve been inside a bubble screaming my head off but everyone else just hears wah wah wah wah wahwahwahwah! Now I know how the adults felt in all those Charlie Brown cartoons.

It’s very frustrating when you know what you’re saying but everyone else looks at you with their heads cocked to the side like my dog when she’s trying to understand me. Or better yet, like I’ve grown an additional head and we’re both vying for attention.

Then there was my listening ability. People would talk and by the time they got to the end of their sentence, I would have already forgotten the first part of it. Seriously scary stuff here! And then the aforementioned looks and head cocks would be coming from me!

I need to have my own personal Pentecost.

You see I have a speaking engagement at a Christian women’s event this weekend. Thankfully what I’m saying has been written down and thoroughly vetted…by a good friend who has had experience in these sorts of things.

Plus I know these are God’s words…all I have to do is read them out loud and He will do the rest. I don’t have to worry because HE has this.

I am praying that He uses me in a mighty way. That He totally takes me out of the equation so that what these women see and hear will be Him…and not me. Because I’m afraid if it’s just me, the wah wah wah will continue.

My friend says it is good…and I am fully relying on her judgment.

Is that a mighty wind stirring and Holy Spirit flames licking? I’m going on faith that it is!





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A letter of apology.



Dear Woman in the Silver Kia Soul,

I really messed up today.

You see, I had been given a double dose of grace yesterday and then I did not pass any of that on today.

And I feel horrible.

So horrible in fact that I almost became a stalker this morning and followed you to your destination. Forget the fact that I would have been late to work…it was that important to me that I get a chance to apologize.

Yesterday I thought I had made a HUGE mistake in my job. I missed a deadline and was going to have to tell my boss that what he trusted me to handle I had let fall through the cracks. I was going to have to fall on my sword and ask for forgiveness.

It was one of those moments when the bottom drops out of your stomach and you just want to puke…literally.

But God, as always, had my back and the door that I thought was closed He opened. I was spared having to explain why a task wasn’t going to be completed.

Today, you made a mistake and cut me off in traffic.

You were extremely apologetic and even took the time to roll down your window and apologize to my face.

And what did I do?

Well, I acted like a total jerk. I yelled that you needed to be more careful in this kind of traffic. And I told you that your crazy weaving in and out down the entire road was going to get someone hurt.

Then you looked at me with a sort of sad pity in your eyes and apologized again.

After I rolled up my window I realized what a HUGE mistake I made…again. And I got that sinking pit feeling in my stomach…again.

You see, God quickly reminded me of the grace He had bestowed on me not even 24 hours before. I had a chance to share His grace with you and I totally blew it.

I am so sorry.

I cannot change my actions from this morning, but I pray that I will see you again in traffic and get a chance to apologize to you in person. And I pray that you will forgive me even though I did not offer that to you.

Until then maybe God, in His infinite ways, can make sure you see this so you’ll know how much I regret how I acted.

With sincerest apologies,

The Woman in the Purple Honda Fit


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Anyone really does mean ANYONE! (LIFE in the Comments – Link Up #10)



If you’ve been reading my blog you’ll know I’m blogging through Kyle Idleman’s book “Not a Fan.”  (You can catch up here.)

Kyle has taken us through several different scenarios depicting the difference between a fan and a follower of Jesus. Have they made you stop and think?

I know some certainly came uncomfortably close to hitting a nerve with me. So close that I would sometimes have to put the book down because it gave me a vague sense of unease. Was I like the fan? Or was I more like the follower? Continue reading

The relationship defined.

Middle of Nowhere


If you’ve been reading my blog you’ll know I’m blogging through Kyle Idleman’s book “Not a Fan.”  (You can catch up here.) Today I’m discussing the fifth question in diagnosing fandom: are you a self-empowered fan or a spirit-filled follower?

Kyle began his book with a question, “Are you a follower of Jesus?” As we’ve walked through the first chapters we’ve seen some of the examples that separate a follower from a fan.

But now it’s time to ask the hard questions. It’s time to take those examples and test them against our own lives. Continue reading