Anyone can build a treehouse. It’s not rocket science. It just takes developing a plan of what the desired outcome is, grabbing a hammer and some different saws, and taking quite a few trips to the local hardware store for supplies. There is one thing I found to be true in building them: It is much more difficult to do alone.
We live in a world of a thousand choices. Like a child in line at the snack shop frozen by the myriad of options in front of him, so are many Christians today – who stand wondering, “What is God’s will for my life?” Their life is on pause as they wait to know what they should do with their life. It doesn’t have to be this way.
They grow up so fast, don’t they. When you have your first child, everyone reminds you that if you blink, they’ll be grown. You might smile, sheepishly agree, and then go about your day. But maybe we ARE actually missing their childhood and don’t even realize it.
Many people have approached me trying to guess what I might do next. For those who have been following my journey this past year, I am excited to finally let you know where we have landed.
It doesn’t feel good to be called out. In fact, it can be downright offensive. But for those who have the humility – as well as the courage – to examine their hearts, it can be transformative. I know. It has been for me.
The year, 2012, was mostly a blur for me. It was roughly a year ago I announced I was leaving the ministry I had worked with for 15 years to pursue that next place God had for me and my family. After months of praying and talking to different ministries, I accepted the role of Executive Director of Family Matters. That was in July. So much can change in 8 months….
My life isn’t perfect. I seem to make promises I can’t keep, I set goals that I sometimes miss, and I disappoint those I love the most. Maybe you can relate. This is why I love the month of January. It provides us all a big reminder.
Leaders read. Learners read. People who recognize they don’t have the market cornered on any particular subject read. It sharpens us. It enlightens us. It challenges us. It refreshes us. It gives us new perspective.
If we would have waited until it was a good time for my family to foster a child, we would have never started.
We had just said goodbye to our first foster daughter that we had for eight months on a Saturday. Two days later we welcomed our new foster son, Devan. The day he arrived, we knew he would be with us for good.