On the way to church on Saturday, I began to feel deflated, like my usually jocund spirits had been pricked with a pin. I knew exactly why. I had to preach and it was the work of the enemy trying to discourage me.

The irony is that the sermon I delivered was on the topic of encouragement. Fortunately, the churchies gave me many smiles and great feedback afterwards, which encouraged me even further.
Here’s a quick note from the sermon:

In Exodus 17, Israel is still wandering in the wilderness. They run out of water. They blame Moses. God tells Moses to tap his stick against a rock and wouldn’t you know, water starts to flow. In verse 7, the people name that place Massah and Meribah to note that this was a place that Israel tested God.

But down in verse 15, God helps Israel triumphs once again (this time over an enemy territory called Amalek). This time, Moses built an altar and called it “The Lord is my Banner.”

I was convicted by this contrast. In the map of my life, do I consider the places I have been as places where I did something (such as being a complaining, sullen malcontent?) or do I recall the places where God did something to show His care for me?


Did I ever show y’all a picture of me with my churchies? Here’s one from just before we got married a few years ago. I call this picture “Where’s Kendra?”


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Peace and Panda Feet

I found something very valuable, maybe even priceless while I was in Michigan last month. I had lost it by the time I arrived at Logan airport, dizzied by the wicked whir of Boston, stifled by the summer smog.

But I’ve been looking for it still. Around my house, in sunny patches of warmth on our patio.

You see, I really felt the peace of God when I was in Michigan. I can remember when I felt that feeling. I was upstairs sitting in my husband’s boyhood bedroom and holding a sleeping wee one. And I really felt God touching my heart and giving me such peace and contentment.

Of course I lost that feeling. And I didn’t lose it between the cushions of the couch, no, I can’t just Swiffer out the dust bunnies under the bed and lo, “Oh, there you are God! I was looking all o–”

This morning I was stricken with a pain in my right hip, pain that has been chronic since my pregnancy. I got up just before dawn and did some yoga. And then just moments before the wee one cockadoodled, I paused and prayed on the rainbow rug, and I felt that presence of God once more. I was reminded, there, surrounded by Fisher Price-a-palooza, that God was there, in the midst of my responsibilities caked in rice cereal. I just wasn’t listening for Him hard enough, the din of my distress had been so deafening.

Incline thine ear, and hear the words of the wise, And apply thy heart unto my knowledge. – Prov. 22: 17


Oh, look what else I found…


Please don’t feed the pandas.
panda feets

Try not to crush them either….

bout to be bulldozed

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Withhold Not Good

The title of this post comes from Proverbs 3. I’ve been studying it in my devotions this week. Sometimes I just take it as face value, like it’s some Robert Fulghum sagacity, when really iit’s fit for taking your time to mine out all the wisdom and there are two verses I’ve been trying to really get an imprint of on my mind and heart this week.

Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it. (Prov 3: 27

Paraphrased, we have it in our power to do good, so we should not even blink before doing it. Easy enough.

Also! Where it says “them to whom it is due,” my translation tells me that the Hebrew translates to “the owners thereof.” Do you get that? When we share goodness with others, we’re not really sharing it. Do we share something that belongs to someone else? No, we give it back. It belongs to someone else. So when we do good, when we pass along goodness, this verse says it is because we are indebted to do so to our brothers. That is, when we fail to do good, when we are passive, or even worse, when we are destructive, we are ultimately only neglecting or hurting ourselves. And further, if we are bound to Christ, we owe to Him all praise, and how does He require that we praise Him? By doing good to “the least of his brothers.”


I will continue with this reflection sometime soon.

In the meantime, Houston? We’ve got a ponytail sighting….


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