Being a Christ follower is hard. And if you’re truly following Jesus (i.e. submitting your life fully to His leading, praying, asking for His continued guidance), He’s going to ask you to do things you don’t want to do. This was certainly the case when I was called to have correspondence with Anthony, the man who murdered my dad. You see sometimes, God leads you into the fire. Sometimes He asks you to trust Him enough to follow Him into your unknown, scary places. But His intent is not harm. Oh no, His intent is to use your time in the furnace for His purposes in your life. To bring you to a better place. A place rich in beauty and blessings. I, personally, don’t know anyone who has been strengthened through the calm, peaceful seasons in their life. Just as a tree cannot stand until it’s properly “hardened off” by…
Archive for September, 2013
Of all Jesus taught me throughout my correspondence with Anthony, the man who murdered my dad, the most important, life altering lesson was displayed by His mere presence. Throughout this very difficult season, Jesus showed up. He was there through it all. Never once did I doubt His presence, for it was almost palpable. There were times I heard His gentle whisper beckoning “follow me.” And I would follow. There were times, after receiving another difficult letter from Anthony, I sat in confusion day after day, unsure of how to respond, unsure of God’ leading. Yet all the while, He was still there––His presence very real––urging me to “be still, and know that [He is] God” (Psalm 46:10). “Trust Me. Wait on the Me,” He said. And I would wait. Show me the way, I prayed. Show me how. And He would lead. All throughout Scripture, we see the Lord going before…
For weeks, thick smoke drifted hundreds of miles from the fire in Yosemite to our home in Reno. Ash fell from the sky in a delicate dance much like that of a snowflake, yet in itself was the antithesis of snow. Dirty flakes, remnants of life now dead filled our air. Smoke blocked the Sierra Nevadas from view and, at times, was so thick one could not see to the end of the street clearly. It became oppressive. There was a heaviness to the air I have not experienced before, and everyone was feeling it. “Oh, this smoke,” people would say in exasperation as they mulled about their day. Windows remained shut, and we remained indoors to prevent breathing unnecessary amounts of dirty air. After a while, however, the smoke began to lift. Despite its continued presence, God brought us some of the most beautiful sunsets. “Beauty for ashes,” I whispered…
I recently had the opportunity to visit (virtually) with author, Renee Fisher, to discuss the release of her new book “Forgiving Others, Forgiving Me.” Here’s a peek into our conversation: 1. Can you tell us a little bit about your new book “Forgiving Others Forgiving Me”? “Forgiving Others, Forgiving Me” is a tool to help you process through the pain to find freedom in Christ. At the end of each chapter is journal space with guided questions for when you feel stuck. There are also Discussion Questions at the end of the book if you would like to use this book in a 7-week Bible Study or small group! 2. I’ve heard this book has been a long time coming. Tell us the story behind the book. I began writing “Forgiving Others, Forgiving Me” when I was 19 (I’m 31 now) when I came home from a failed missions trip…
Just a little heads up. Today’s post is a bit more like a Bible study, which I don’t really do too much here, but stick with me! … The other day, I began reading the Bible from the beginning once again. Though I intended to read a solid chunk that first day, I failed to move past the second paragraph as I was astounded by new insights I hadn’t recognized before. I read, In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was…
As many of you know, I’ve been corresponding with Anthony, the man who murdered my dad, for three and a half years now. God has brought us through the fire together as He called both of us to enter into our darkest places in order to, ultimately, bring us to the light. It’s been quite a journey, to say the least, and I am a strong believer that the blessings both Anthony and I received were not intended just for us. We’re called to share our story with both honesty and transparency. Up until this point, Anthony has primarily shared his story within the confines of prison. Yet, he has also chosen to share his side of this story a few times here. If you missed any of them, they’re worth the read and can be found in the “Featured Posts” section in my sidebar. Still, there is so much more…