Will you be in our small group?

I have wanted to host an Advent study in our home for the past two years but just couldn't pull it off as I was launching Sacred Holidays. So I am THRILLED that I can finally invite people into my home (that will be decorated ridiculously early for Christmas)!

I am teaming up with the lovely, wise, and always-got-your-back Tia Plum. You will love her. You will want her to be your best friend or mentor you or both. 

So how will this work? Not exactly sure yet. Ha! We know we DO NOT want this to make the holidays more chaotic for you. No one needs ANOTHER thing to do during the holidays. However, research proves that when people gather together there is greater accountability to finish something and you get more out of it. 






We will be going through the Sacred Holidays Advent Women's Study, He Is: The Attributes of God. 

You will do the Bible study independently during the week and then we will come together to discuss weekly. The study has discussion questions, so we will go through those and/or go wherever the group goes organically. This study is Advent/Christmas focused while studying the attributes of God. Each day a different attribute of who God is, written by myself and 24 other rockstar contributors

Here are a few more details about our group:

  • Every Sunday, Nov 27 (First day of Advent) through Dec 18. We will not meet to discuss the last week since that is Christmas day. The group will pick a final date to wrap up and celebrate likely after the holidays. 
  • 7:30 to 9pm. We want to start late enough for those that have families to be able to still be with them through dinner, but maybe you can skip out on bedtime (score!). We also will be strict to wrap up by 9pm for those who work or aren't night owls. We will be prompt to start and end on time.
  • Happy Hour (Really Happy Half Hour). Our home will open up starting at 7pm for snacks and holiday spirits. We will have super yummy treats that are not sugar free or weight watchers approved (sorry, not sorry). We will also have a special holidays cocktail each week along with water and coffee. 
  • We will meet at my home in the Woodlands, Texas. I will share the address with those that sign up. 
  • Anyone is welcome... while space is available. I am capping this group at 25 people. So once we've had that many people sign up, then we will close registration. Womp womp. 
  • We need you to be committed to the group. Since space is limited, we need to know you are committed to this. Of course we don't want to add one more thing to your plate. A big heart of Sacred Holidays is simplifying your Christmas. So we don't want to just fill your calendar with another thing. So if your calendar is full, this might not be the best year for you. We are asking for everyone that signs up, that they commit to coming to at least 3 of the 4 sessions. 

Sounds like something you should do? Sign up TODAY!

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SOOOO hope you can do it! 

I don't want it to be cancer

We weren't sure if we would share this publicly. We had actually decided not to. But this weekend I felt like I needed to. I hope this connects with you and encourages some of you. I don't ever want to be an over sharer on the world wide web. But I've also learned that vulnerability, as scary as it can be, is also crazy beautiful. Vulnerability unites us. Allows us to share our "me too"s. Vulnerability allows us to come around one another, in a world that is full of facades and filters. 

So here is my vulnerable share today. My offering to you. My offering to the Lord. 

Two and a half weeks ago I sat in a doctor's office and heard the words, "It could be cancer."

I know. What in the world?!

Two months before that I had gone to the doctor because I was ridiculously tired. Not the normal, I have three kids and run a ministry tired, but that times 10. Imagine a 90-year-old going through their first trimester in pregnancy and then you'll have an idea of the kind of tired I'm talking about. This night owl was falling asleep every night by 9pm even after taking a nap during the day. I hate sleep. When asked what super power I wish I could have it would be the ability not to have to sleep. It feels like such a waste of time. (Please feel free to laugh at me. I know I'm ridiculous.)

I thought that I might be depressed. The last time I could remember feeling "off" like this was when I had Post Partum Depression after having Moriah. So I went to the doc.

Thankfully he was thorough and said, "I can put you back on anti-depressants to see if that helps but I want to run a few tests too." (Friends, I cannot stress to you how important it is that you get your annual physical (and if you are a woman, your annual other doctor appointment).)

A few days later I got the call, "Mrs. Kiser, we are going to need you to come back in two weeks so we can re-test you. Your white blood cells were mildly elevated. It's likely nothing, could be elevated from stress, but since you weren't sick it is unusual, so we just want to re-check."

I thought nothing of it and went back two weeks later.

Then I got the next call a few days later, "Mrs. Kiser, your white blood cell count went up some more and your platelets have risen too. We are going to need to refer you to a Hematology Oncologist just to get things checked out. Again, no need to worry because they were just mildly elevated, but you do need to be seen by a specialist." After further questions, because that's what you do when you hear Oncologist, I learned that a Hematologist (blood doc) is also an Oncologist (cancer doc). I could have anything from nothing at all, to a blood disorder, to a "very slim chance" of cancer. Again, they repeated the words mildly elevated, I took a deep breath and relaxed.

Two weeks I had to wait. 

The Lord was so sweet during this time. He knew all of this. He knew I would need both some rest and time to process. A trip, I had booked months before any of this, to Colorado was three days later.

I needed that time away to process. It was a retreat for dreamers and doers. To get to dream about what I would do next, in light of what I could be facing, was life giving. The perspective gave me courage to dream bigger and also courage to not chase other dreams. I had perspective of what actually mattered. (I need to blog about this another time.)

I tend to be an under-reactor when it comes to medical things. One of the gifts of having had so many surgeries and medical issues in high school and college, it gives perspective. My friends and family however, took this seriously. I didn't tell very many people because I honestly thought it was no big deal. I had heard "mildly elevated" from the doctor's lips enough times to leave me unconcerned. Google proved that it could really be anything, so why should I waste time worrying? My closest people rallied around me-- praying and watching kids and going with me to the appointment.  

The wait was over. I snapped this picture as I waited, knowing that for the coming months, if not for the rest of my life, this appointment would be a marker of before this day and after this day. 

I was sitting before the Hematologist, trying my best to crack jokes that would make him laugh. He didn't bite. I'm OK with that. I don't need to be besties with my doc. I prefer for them to be smarter and more focused than I tend to be.

He asked lots of questions about my history and how I was today. He went over my previous lab results. He pushed and poked all over.

Then he tried to explain what it all could mean as best he could in common person english (which is hard for really smart people, again something I don't mind). He said it could be many things but he narrowed it down to what he thought was most likely going on: a rare blood disorder or leukemia.


"Excuse me?" I actually said that to him. "You actually think I could have cancer?" To which he finally laughed, as if I finally understood why he was taking all this seriously, and said, "Yes."

It could still be anything. I know that. He also said that some people test high but have nothing going on. So I know it could be anything. I know it could be the rare blood disorder that only takes a baby aspirin a day to keep controlled.

But cancer is an actual option.

He spelled out the kind for us, Chronic Myeloid Leukemia. They call it the lucky cancer if you have to get cancer. 10 years ago it was a death sentence. 10 years ago no one lived longer than 5 years. They've had a big breakthrough and there is a medicine now that will hold the cancer stable (since you can't technically go into remission with chronic cancer) if it's caught soon enough. A pill a day, that's all.  For those that have this diagnosis, I've read it's not as easy as that. Chronic cancer means it doesn't go away, not even with a magic daily chemo pill that doesn't make you lose your hair. 

Cancer is cancer and cancer sucks.

So now we wait until this Wednesday, Oct 19 at 11:30am CST.

Why am I sharing all this with you? I honestly don't know. Other than I've been telling Chris since the beginning I think I am supposed to. And this weekend it felt clear that I should, that I needed to even. I hope its so you are encouraged. I hope it's so you have some perspective. We never know what others are dealing with. But if I'm honest, I really just want you to pray. 

Pray for this to be nothing.

Pray for healing. 

Pray for me to be OK and trust God during this wait. 

Pray for Chris. This is more for him to bear. This will mean as much for his life as it does mine.

As we've started to share, the first question I get is, "How are you? How is Chris?"

We are OK. Some days good, some great, some pretty low.

Right now we are pretty good. We are making lots of jokes and I am trying to milk this for all I can. I got to have a shopping spree the other day because it could be my last. :) (FYI: It wouldn't be. Again, lots of treatment options. Just me being me. I've told a few friends when I stop joking about this then they can get worried.)

I've cried and been sad at the possibility of what could be. No one wants this. This mom with 3 little girls really doesn't want it to be cancer. Not only do I want to be alive to see so many of their days but I want to live each of those days fully.

But I also know I'll be OK regardless of what the doctor tells me on Wednesday.

I'll be good even. That whole peace of God that passes all understanding is so true. It's not even a longing for heaven thing because I want to live, even though I don't fear death. Paul said that too-- to live is Christ, to die is gain. I don't want it to be serious-- there's a lot more living (for Christ) I'd like to do!

Even so, regardless of what the coming weeks bring, He is so good. (Endless scriptures prove it.

His ways have always been better than the stories I try to write for my days. (Isaiah 55:8-9

I don't know how He is going to use it yet but I know He will. (Jeremiah 29:11-14

The day after I found out the possibilities, I was scheduled to speak at a women's retreat. I wanted so badly to cancel but I knew I couldn't. I knew God was in this. And it was at the beach. I've often said that my chosen sanctuary is the beach. I love my church wildly but God's presence is never more tangible, for me, than when I'm at the beach. When you see this, it's hard to deny Him. 

They had chosen the theme and the verses-- God Will Not Desert You from Isaiah 43. For weeks I had been studying the theme of God never deserting His people in scripture. I thought it was for them, and it was, but it was also for me.

Would you join me in praying this?

Little snippets from Isaiah 43 (plus some side notes from me):

Thus says the Lord (master over all things), your Creator,... He who formed you (every cell in my blood stream-- healthy and potentially cancerous)... "Do not fear (He sees that I am a little scared), for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine (He cares about me just as I care about those who are mine)! When (not if) you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they will not overflow you (even if they come chin deep). When (not if) you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched (remember shadrach, meshack and abednego-- in the fire, never singed), nor will the flame burn you. For I am the Lord your God,...Since you are precious in my sight (He sees you), since you are honored and I love you (not just the world, but you specifically),... Do not fear (He knows that even knowing all these things I'm still afraid), for I am with you (he doesn't desert us in our fears)... You are my witnesses and my servants whom I have chosen (He will use even this to share about His goodness, He chose you for this), so that you may know and believe Me and understand that I am He (let all of this draw you closer to Him). I, even I, am the Lord, and there is no savior besides Me (no baby aspirin or chemotherapy or trial study group can save you). ... Thus says the Lord, who makes a way through the sea (remember how He did something so insanely awesome as parting a sea in half for His people?!!!) and a path through the mighty waters... Do not call to mind the former things or ponder things of the past (this seems strange to not think about what has happened, but He is saying He can do even greater things that what's happened in the past-- so move forward with Him!). Behold, I will do something new (this new you don't know because it has never existed-- brand new), now it will spring forth (you don't have to wait 3 weeks for Him to move); will you not be aware of it? I will make a roadway in the wilderness (what?! amazing!), rivers in the dessert (not just provide water but will bring about an entire river!) to give drink to my chosen people. The people whom I formed for myself will declare my praise."  

I printed these verses out and taped them on my bathroom mirror and fridge. I pray them over myself multiple times a day. If you would like to join me in praying, I'd love for you to download these verses too and pray. 

Finally, (and I promise to wrap up this world's longest post) I have to share something from this past Sunday at my church. We sang a song I know I've sung a thousand times and this time it quite literally threw me to my knees. The tears couldn't be stopped. 

I give you my life / I give you my trust / Jesus / You are my God / You are enough / Jesus, Jesus / My heart is yours / My heart is yours / Take it all, take it all / My life in your hands / I lay down my life / I take up my cross / Jesus / You are my God / Whatever the cost / Jesus, Jesus / All to Jesus I surrender / All to You I freely give / Oh I will ever love and trust You / In Your presence daily live

I give you my life. So many times I have sung that song, I was actually in the crowds of the video below. I would open my hands wide open, imagining Him taking all my plans for my life and in turn accepting His plans for my days. I had always opened up my plans, never my actual life. I have never sung those words and thought my life as in my existence. To sing these words with that perspective was heart wrenching and freeing, sobering and beautiful. It was a powerful moment I will never forget. 

You see, that morning I had woken up anxious. Racing heart like you get after you have too much coffee. I couldn't settle. I had googled the day before (stupid, stupid thing to do) and it left me filled with fear of what could be. I heard stories of what the worst case scenario could be. It didn't feel lucky. 

I opted for dry shampoo instead of a shower, and I pulled out my concordance and looked up every verse on anxiety in the Bible and I wrote them out. 

If you are dealing with anxiety about anything-- big or seemingly insignificant-- I highly recommend this. Not a bandaid quick fix but continuous hope.

I can't encourage you enough to fill your mind and heart with words that are true and bring life. It will help you in surrendering your life. 

So now we all wait together... Thank you for joining me and Chris in the wait. I'm so grateful. 

So will you pray for me? of us?

This Wednesday, Oct 19, 2016 at 11:30am CST we will know. 

We will let you know as soon as we can.

Not sure if it will be on this blog (subscribe in right column for updates), Instagram or Facebook. So you are welcome to follow me on any of those places to get updates quickly. 

If you are dealing with some health issues as well, I highly recommend these two sermons: 

Jesus Heals a Blind Man (Thoughs on Healing) from Mark 10 by Jason Shepperd at Church Project  (my church home). (This sermon was preached last week. So timely. He shared a little bit about our story as well. Our church family has been so good to us during this.)

Death and Life in Jesus by Nabeel Qureshi at Houston's First Baptist (our old church home).

10% OFF for YOU!!!

Hello sweet friends!

I know Christmas feels one billion days away because it's just now fall (even though in the south it still feels like summer). We still have to have Halloween and Thanksgiving. I know. I get it. 

But just like all the craft stores have already pulled out Christmas things so people can prepare, Sacred Holidays has already released our Advent (days leading up to Christmas) Shop as well! 

To make up for being ridiculously early to the Christmas party, we are giving all of my friends 10% OFF your total order in the Advent shop! Enter promo code FRIENDOFBECKY at check out and you will get 10% OFF your total order!

I always love the products we put out but this study, really studies, I'm especially obsessed with. 

Here are a few reasons why I am so in love with this year's Advent Studies: 


This year we will study who God is-- the very one we are celebrating at Christmas! Every day will be a different attribute of God. Oh I am just so excited for this! 


Something for women + men + families + teen girls

All four studies are focusing on the same daily attribute of God, but have unique content so that each group is being spoken their language. However, because the daily theme is the same it is easy for families, communities, neighbors, friends, co-workers, etc. to gather together to discuss The One who is coming! Isn't that SO fun?!!!!


100 Contributors

This has not been an easy task but it has been worth every bit of hard work for you all. 100 people. 100 voices. 100 hearts. 100 perspectives. 100. Each of these people have poured out their soul for you all to connect to the heart of God this Christmas. Each study has 25 contributors that have a passion for that group. 

You can check out al the contributors here


Our Facebook Community (we call it family)

Everyone has access to the Sacred Holidays Facebook page (like us if you haven't already), but only those who have purchased a study have access to the Facebook Group. In this group you all get to talk to one another (it doesn't work on the regular page). Plus, we will log in from time to time for Facebook Live sessions. Also, all our group teaching and small groups will be hosted in this private group! 


They are really pretty! 

We officially launch our Advent shop on Mon, Oct 17, so you will get to preview interior pages then as well! But you can go ahead and check out front and back covers now! 


Ok, don't wait any longer. Order your Advent study, or studies, now: 

It's not OK. (Also, could be titled: Not Every Christian is Republican)

I know there are one billion blogs out there about the election right now. Many, actually most, are far more intellectual than mine. So if you want lots of big words, past policy quoted and plenty of scripture to back that up, then go ahead and leave a critical comment (because you know you want to) and go to the next post to attack on your newsfeed.

To everyone that is left, welcome.

Hi. So this has been crazy, right? Chris and I have been saying for months now, "This can't really be happening."  Each week it gets more unbelievable. It gets worse.

We are going to be OK. Jesus is greater than this. 

But this is NOT OK. 

(Photo credit: Michael Scherer from Time Magazine. Design by me.)

(Photo credit: Michael Scherer from Time Magazine. Design by me.)

The worst thing anyone in ministry could do is actually say who they will vote for. You are supposed to always remain politically correct and neutral so as not to offend or alienate anyone.

That's always been easy for me because I'm honestly not on a side... usually. I'm neither conservative or liberal. I'm neither Republican or Democrat. And I have (gasp!) voted on both sides of the ballot. I have strong political opinions, none of which directly align with either party, making each election tricky.

I'm not typically the one to pull someone to a certain side. I am, however, typically the one to challenge someone else who is strongly in one camp... especially when they say that the camp they are in is the most Christian camp.

When I became a Christian at 16, I had two solid years of (well meaning) brainwashing at the church I went toto learn that all Christians should be Republican. I loved this church, they loved me well, and I still love this church with so much affection. However, two decades ago it was the norm to bring only republican candidates up onto the stage and endorse them. I know this is hardly the norm now, even though many pastors still choose to work it into their messages. And, in many ways I get it. The main reasons for them doing this is because they care so much about abortion, wanting desperately to encourage their people to vote pro-life. In doing so, they inferred or, some would even blatantly say, that to choose a pro-choice candidate would be to choose a murderer. Close seconds include that our world would fall apart with all the gays that could marry. Our money would be taken away in taxes and given to lazy people who take advantage of welfare. Our guns, our only way to protect ourselves, will be taken away (a serious issue in Texas). And most important of all, we must, we must vote Republican because we need conservative judges in the Supreme Court.

I'm about to say something that will offend some, and shock others. Ready?

Not all Christians are Republican.

I get you. I've been you. I'm not even discrediting your reasons for wanting to be Republican. You have your reasons. But here are a couple of reasons I want you to reconsider your stance in that camp... at least for this year.


Yes, I just wrote that on my overtly Christian blog. I hope it shocked you. I hope it offended you.

Because I'm offended by the words Donald Trump, an actual Presidential nominee, used when talking about a woman.

I have to mute the TV when there is any news report now about our potential future President of the United States. My 3 daughters could have this as the President they grow up under.

And some of you are OK voting for him. 

Can you look my daughters in the eye and say:

"Karis (my 6-year-old), I have to vote for a man who boasts about grabbing women by the 'pussy' and talks in sexually degrading ways about many women because we need a conservative Supreme Court Justice. He apologized for the pussy word. It's just how guys talk in locker rooms. I don't like it but boys will be boys."

"Moriah (my 3-year-old), I know you'll understand that I had to vote for a man who argues, interrupts, mocks, and insults anyone who challenges him, because I can't have two men getting married. Sweet girl, you should respect people because we need to be kind, I know you'll go to time out for interrupting and name calling, but this future President is going to keep women from marrying other women. That's more important."

"Chandler (my 15-month-old), surely you understand that I have to vote for a man who attacks so many who are unlike Him (refugees, overweight people, mentally challenged, minorities, muslims,... we could go on for a very long time) even though I teach you about love in Sunday School, because we can't have Obama Care. ObamaCare is Satan Care. We are going to bankrupt everyone if we don't get a republican, a conservative in office. Do you know how much my deductibles went up this year, Chandler? Yes, we are going to read about the Good Samaritan and loving your neighbor, and you should. But if it makes you lose money to love a neighbor, well, it's OK not to love them. Money is more important. Security is literally Trump."

Or what about your daughter, sister, or wife? Can you say this to them:

"I have to vote for a man who hasn't paid taxes in, likely 20 years, because He knows how to correct the corrupt of the world. He's taken advantage of things, as any smart businessman would, so I really believe he will fix them. Even though he has only ever done what's best for his business and his family's profitability, I believe this time he wants what's best for everyone else. So I'm going to support a man who wants to bring back extreme forms of torture."

THIS IS NOT OK. It's not. It's just not.

(I know, you think Hillary is just as evil. You cheered when Trump promised to put her in jail. She's such a crook that Hillary. Bill has said far worse things. Good thing he isn't running for President again. I know, you think she is weak because her husband was a pervert and couldn't keep it in his pants. Let's stop judging her for staying in a marriage that we know very little about. His indiscretions don't speak less of her. Regardless, this is not a Hillary endorsement, so we will move on.)

So now look into the eyes of women who have been sexually abused, that would be 1 in 5 women. Think how many women today you might have encountered that have been sexually abused. 1 in 5.

As someone very tender to this topic, I wanted to vomit when Trump paraded those past accusers of President Clinton into the room. It was irrelevant. It was horrible. Trump will do ANYTHING to shame others. Anything. He brings victims into this space. Using their pain for his gain.

Tell ANY woman that has been sexually abused and told that the deplorable words they've been told are just the way men talk, simply "locker room banter." Tell them why you must vote Trump. Boys will just be boys after all .

I tell you what, my MAN would never, never say anything like that. Never.

Did you watch last night's debate? If not, go watch it.

I don't care if you like Hillary. I don't care if you vote for her. (Like I've said, this isn't a Hillary endorsement.)

Christian, please do not vote for Trump. Please.

It's not OK.

I can't remember the question exactly, but it was essentially asking, "How could you be a president for all people." Trump was asked this question by a black man, and for the first time in the night he actually tried to answer the question asked. You know how he responded? He started talking about inner city issues. I'm sorry, but when did all black people move to the inner city? 

It's not OK. Our potential future President is not in touch with reality.

Racisim isn't OK, Christian. We cannot think less of one culture just because it's different than ours.

Small town white people, "those Mexicans" aren't causing trouble in your town and making everything trashy. You've thought it. You avoid the stores you know you'll run into them at. You think you are better. You wouldn't say it, but you think it.

Uppity white people, every black person isn't in a gang. They aren't going to hurt you. Relax. Let go of that death grip you have on your purse as that black man passes you on the street. 

On-the-go traveler, just because that man wears a turban or that woman has a head covering, doesn't mean there is a bomb under their clothes. You don't have to stare at them with fear as they board the same plane as you. They see it in your eyes. Your thoughts are not hidden from them. Their satchel has papers and a laptop in it. That's all.

It's not OK. Christian, this is racisim.

As a former communications and public relations girl, I totally dig debates. They are my favorite. I also feel like we should all know they aren't real. Not one part of them is real. Not a single interview you see on TV is real. None of it is real. From the color of their tie, to the way they move their hands, to the very specific words they say have been carefully researched and planned. None of it is real. I've spent hours coaching clients for a 2-minute TV interview, so I can only imagine what has gone on behind the scenes here.

So please don't make a decision because they've said something you like during a debate or promised on their website they will do something. It's not real. Nothing is really promised. They aren't actually held to follow through on any of it. You know that right? If they have a half decent team, they are doing and saying whatever they can to get your vote.

So Trump knows right now that he can keep all the Christians by sharing about his very conservative options he has for the Supreme Court. So you'll vote for him because you don't want to consider that abortion laws could get more flexible, or gays could marry, or your money could be taken from you.

When did we start living out of fear?

Christian, when did we become such cowards?

Trump is not your Savior, Jesus is.

I wish I had an answer or a recommendation for you. I don't. I still don't know what I'm going to do just yet.

There aren't just 2 names on that ballot next month. Don't vote straight ticket. It's lazy. There are some truly excellent people that affect our world further down that ballot list. Research every single person.

Your vote does matter. Do you realize that people have died for you to vote? Today, there are people who have died so you can vote. They believe so much in this country that they gave their life today for you and the right to vote that you are seriously planning to neglect. You have time. You need to make time. This matters.

Our vote needs to say something about who we are.

Not just our fear of babies being aborted or gays getting married or liberal supreme court justices happening or giving too many hand outs to the poor or Obamacare or border security or our right to bear arms.

Christian, Donald Trump is not an acceptable choice. He cannot be President.

I'm Pro-Life.

I'm pro every single life.

I'm pro-fetus life.

I'm pro-gay-life.

I'm pro-black-life.

I'm pro-muslim-life.

I'm pro-refugee-life.

I'm pro-corporate scum-life.

I'm pro life. 

I love people. I believe we are called to love people.  

I also believe a non-Republican candidate, this time, is the most pro-life choice.

(If you are interested in exploring this idea, I highly recommend this post by Rachel Held Evans, even though I don't agree with all her beliefs, this post is fantastic.)

We must not fear, fellow believer. I know it all seems scary. I know you want to move to Canada or Australia. I know you want to just hide under the covers until it's all over. I know you want to get through the next four years until we have better options.

Don't fear.

I've been reading through the prophets lately and I've been knocked over today by the number of time the Lord says that to his people. Such a good Father we have! I heard today "Do not fear" is actually the most used command by God or Jesus in the entire Bible.

Fear has no place here.

I'd quote verses, but I don't need to. You've read the Bible, you know it's true. If you don't, go to biblegateway and type in the word fear and just let those verses soak over you. If you feel anxious about this, take it to Jesus. Not in fear, but in surrender.

Our security isn't in man. Our security isn't in this nation.

As I'm writing this I was just told that 11 Christians were just crucified in Syria for not renouncing Jesus. Faith. Detestable situation. Bold faith.

What could happen in our world if we, people who say we follow Jesus, actually started living like Him? If we showed the same bold faith?

What if we broke bread with the "sinners"? What if your table was filled less with your Bible study friends for the tenth time that week and instead had more people who looked less like you. Do you think maybe these "sinners" we like to judge, who feel judged, would maybe listen? Would maybe want to know more about our Jesus. If they didn't see our fear of the future played out on Facebook. If they didn't see our insults fly back and forth on Twitter.

So you are pro-life? Good. Show it by supporting an adoption fundraiser your friends are having. Show it by volunteering and giving to the crisis pregnancy center. Show it by finding ways to provide health care to those with low incomes. We don't like babies being aborted, but we aren't doing ANYTHING to stop the problem. We just don't want them to be able to legally kill babies. Guess what? Then they will do it illegally.

We, Christian, must provide an alternative not just with our laws but with our love!

So you are against same sex marriage? How does it pose a real threat to you for two men to marry? Or what are your thoughts about divorce, because I'm pretty sure there are as many things in the bible about divorce as there are gay marriage. Why has one become accepted and the other ostracized? I'm not saying accept both, I'm saying if you believe marriage should be between a man and a woman and that is the best way, then show it! Have the best marriage. Show the love you have for one another! Show the better way with your love. 

There are ways we can support our issues without trying to depend on laws to uphold our beliefs.

Laws don't matter. Not ultimately.  

Love matters. Live love. Show love.  

We must get past ourselves. We must stop wanting to build walls to protect ourselves and go and find those who we can help.

Yes, you may get taxed more. Who cares?! Really. It's money. Not our treasure. You will be fine. You may have to eat out a little less or not get a new car every 5 years, but you'll be fine. It's just money. We are talking about real lives. Real people.

Let this be our anthem: that we still believe. 

Why don't you take some time and play this song. Just pray. With no agenda. Ask God to show you where YOU have fallen away from the things that matter to Him. Ask Him to guide you in this. Surrender the fear. He knows you have it. There is grace. He can handle your concerns. He can handle your questions. Just talk to Him. Press play and then talk to Him. Then listen. Wait. Just listen. Reflect on Him and who He was and is. Ask Him how you can be more like Him. 

Let's live like Him, for Him.

Let's show people we still believe that Jesus is all that we need. 

Update: There have been A LOT of opinions about this post as it continues to get re-shared. I would love to invite you to join the conversations happening on my Facebook page and Instagram. 

Also, I felt like I needed to respond to a few things that have been shared.

Here is a Facebook Live I did the day after posting this blog: 

Letters to My Daughters: You are Beautiful

At least once a day I over hear this conversation between you and your Daddy:

"What does Daddy think of you?"

"That I'm so beautiful."

Years ago he read an article about girls and their self-esteems. The study showed that the girls that heard they were beautiful from their dads frequently grew up with higher confidence in their appearances. Your Daddy, being the most intentional person I've ever known, started this conversation with you each that night and has repeated every single day since.

I've heard your your little toddler selves stumble out the words "I am so beautiful" in a variety of ways. That's a big word to say! Each time my heart melting a little more.

You believe you are beautiful.

When I tell you that you look so beautiful, you respond: "I know."

You don't hesitate. 

You don't force those words out.

You know that you are beautiful.

There will come a day you will understand why we tell you this so often. There will be a person who says something horrible. There will be a pair of pants that just don't button like they used to. There will be a magazine cover that shows you what your abs "should" look like or that thighs aren't mean to touch. You will hear others object to compliments and infer that they must be lies you've been told too.

And you will hear that you aren't beautiful.

You aren't living in ignorant bliss right now, the rest of us are living in lies.

I don't want you to hear them and I so wish I could shelter you from them forever. I can't. You will hear them. I fear that you will believe them, like every other woman that has gone before you.

But when you start to listen to them remember that your Mommy and Daddy think you are beautiful.

Remember that the definition of beauty changes with each generation. I used to wish I was born in the days of corsets because I could've rocked those outfits and been the ideal body type of that generation. This generation of extreme working out and nutrition and lean is beautiful, well, my tummy just doesn’t fit the mold.

I've struggled with body confidence my entire life. I've shamed my body. I've cringed in the mirror. I've wept in dressing rooms. I've starved myself and taken pills. I've dieted and cleansed and joined groups. I've never considered that I was beautiful because the mirror told me a different story.

This is ridiculous. These I lies I've believed for too much of my life and I don't want you to waste the same energy I have. 

So we don't do diets in this house. We don't do extremes with food or working out.

We work hard to love ourselves just as we are. We try to take care of ourselves too, that's a part of loving ourselves. But we are not slaves to our scales or mirrors or pants size. Magazine covers don't tell us what is or isn't beautiful.

Our Daddy does. 

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." Psalm 139:14

You, my daughters, are beautiful.

I get lost looking at you so often. Your profiles as you watch TV next to me. The way your eyes sparkle and disappear when you laugh. Even that pout on your face when you argue makes my heart swell (when it doesn't make me want to roar). The way you dress with free expression and dance without awareness of others (or rhythm). When you hug one another without prompting and say I love you first. When you try something new and when you try something again after failing.

You are beautiful.


{To read all the Letters to My Daughters, click the image below.}