What Really Happens When We Look Fear in the Face

I walk into a room of 500 dining women waiting for someone to take the stage and my fear isn’t speaking in front of these women.

It’s eating with them.

I don’t know where I’m going to sit. My hands are sweaty, my heart is pounding like the rain on the window.

And my fear is a brewing storm.

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Yet, I keep dancing with it.

Being fearless is temporary. At some point, something in our life triggers fear. What if my husband has a wreck driving home in this storm? What if those test results come back positive? What if I can’t pay that bill? The what ifs open the door to fear.

Dancing with fear is seeing the world as it is and then wisely stepping out into the unknown anyway.

It’s slowing sitting down among strangers, instead of running from that vast dining room to the safety of storm outside.

I love safety and comfort.

Which is why it’s sort of crazy that God has called me to a dangerous life of wild obedience.

But saying yes to God doesn’t make me brave because I’m still afraid; it makes me obedient.

Continue reading over at (in)courage….



Our Stories Need to Be Told

I’m a storyteller.

But I don’t always tell all my stories.

I haven’t told you about all the broken pieces that make up my life.

And you probably don’t know that some days I struggle with my yes. As in the last 14. The first two weeks of a new year and I’m weary and my family is stretched and there are a dozen decisions we need to make and I just want to pull the covers over my head and order Chinese food and watch movies with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.

Okay, I’ve done that already.

I’m supposed to be excited about All the Things, but I’m mostly scared. I’m supposed to be a leader, but mostly I’m inadequate. I’m supposed to love this dream and mostly I’m overwhelmed by it. I’m supposed to be living in community and mostly I feel alone.

Some days I’m not fine. 

There. I said it.

And then just a few days ago, I learned about a community of refugee women and children living in poverty just down the road from me. Women who have faced unspeakable hardships and suffering and they need help. And all of a sudden, they are all I can think about. And I’m reminded of what makes me feel alive.  Part of my story is saying yes. It gives me purpose and makes me want to throw back the covers and courageously live the next chapter of my story.

This is the year I’m telling my whole story. All of it. Even the broken parts.

And you have a story too. Maybe one you haven’t told? That hurt. That testimony. That regret. That hard parenting road. That miracle.

Here’s your chance:

Let’s make 2014 a storytelling year. Because your story matters.

But first you have to tell it.

Check out all the (in)RL details here. Registration opens tomorrow and it’s FREE!

I’m also sharing over at the (in)courage community today about the painful places. 


When God Made Room in the Inn {Giveaway}

Congrats to random commenters Katie and Lyra (you’ve been emailed).

There have been few times in my life when I’ve been speechless.

This is one of them.

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[Get Lucy's Live Mercy T-Shirt here]

Many of you have lived mercy, so others might know mercy.

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When I walked thru a very crowded Mercy House in Kenya a few weeks ago, I kept thinking there isn’t enough room. The house was bustling with cradled, crawling, cruising babies and busy mommas chasing busy toddlers.

There was plenty of this:

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God created something from nothing. He did the impossible, the improbable and He used a bunch of you to do it.

Click here to continue reading and find out HOW MUCH was raised thru the (in)mercy campaign the past 3 months for Mercy House in Kenya…

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Thank you for saying yes with me.

 

Because of your generous giving, Mercy House will be helping more pregnant girls and delivering more precious babies in 2014.
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God delivered The Greatest Gift.

And He keeps delivering girls in Kenya from tragic circumstances and babies from certain death.

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This beautiful (in)mercy charm necklace  at The Vintage Pearl celebrates a great cause– 50% of each necklace sold through January 31, 2014 will be donated to The Mercy House Kenya.  It’s hand molded and then cast in sterling silver with a sterling silver ball chain and a freshwater pearl.

Today, as a thank you for being a part of this God-sized dream, The Vintage Pearl is giving away two $50 gift certificates (that you can have or regift this holiday season). Check out the gorgeous (in)mercy necklace and leave a comment with your Christmas wish.


(in)Mercy LIVE from Africa

Teen-aged laughter and baby giggles.

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Heartfelt worship songs and dancing feet.

Red dirt and colorful laundry hanging on the line.

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I’m in Kenya this week with my family at Mercy House and this verse is alive in my heart:

“O, Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.’ -Psalm 33:9

Sometimes when we give money, we wonder if it really goes to what it’s asked for. I’m your eyewitness today, testifying of mercy.

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Maureen, Kenyan Director

We have a little more wiggle room for our 24 residents now and in our new-to-us van.

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Two new classrooms are already in use…

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As a skills room

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and a computer lab that will take our students to the next level of learning.

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Click to continue to read all God has done through (in)mercy at DaySpring….