Monthly Archives: April 2013

Green Eggs and Babyproofing.


I took baby Khlo for her 9 month appointment last week where her incredible pediatrician went casually down the checklist to make sure Khloe was meeting all of her developmental milestones.

“And, you’ve babyproofed, right?”

Immediately, my mind filled with images of rubber-edged tables and zip-tied cabinets.


I have the electric sockets covered.  Well, most of them.  I always forget to put them back in after I vacuum.

The cleaning supplies and medicines are higher than Kiara’s reach from her big stool.  Better check that….think she just had a growth spurt.

But every mom knows that no matter how much time and energy spent on babyproofing, your child will find its weaknesses.  And fast.  It’s in our nature to be curious.

“Just make sure the chemicals and medicines are out of the way.  You know about the other stuff.”

Ahh, yes.  I’m a mother of two.  I get to wear the Been There Done That badge with pride.  Moms of 3+, you’re on a whole different playing field.  Hats off to you, my friends.

I’ve done bumps, bruises and profuse bleeding.  And that’s just from my husband.

What any seasoned mother will tell you is that you’ve gotta keep them from the big dangerous stuff and train them not to get into the stuff you don’t want them to.  Let them explore.  They’re going to bump their little heads sometimes.  They’re going to gingerly make their way around and around the coffee table until one day they realize they can pull off and take steps without holding on.  They’re going to put sand in their mouths at the beach and then realize how nasty sand is and stop putting sand in their mouths.  It’s like the motto from my alma mater—-they “Learn by Doing.”


Are you playing it safe?

Are you a nominal believer who claims Christ but buffers herself from the idea of living dangerously?

Have you padded every corner, not wanting the sharpness of the gospel to penetrate your heart or to offend those from whom you seek approval?

WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE!?  Do you dare identify them to yourself?  Could you write down their names?

Do you keep shut tight every storage cabinet that might possibly be opened?  Who knows what one can find lurking in the dark corners back there.  ::shudder::

Do you close off every door of opportunity, afraid of what scary, harmful thing may be on the other side?  He could ask you to sell every single thing you own.  Move your family.  Go somewhere scary.  Step out of your comfort zone.

Would you?  Could you?

Are you willing to risk bumps-on-the-head?

Let’s take it back to the basics.  Remember Sam?


Sam had a friend.  He would not try green eggs and ham.

He would not, could not here or there.  He would not, could not anywhere.

Not on a boat, not in a tree, not in a car.  Just let him be.

He did not like green eggs and ham.  He did not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Good ol’ Sam.

“You do not like them.  So you say.  Try them!  Try them!  And you may.  Try them and you may, I say.”


“Say! I like green eggs and ham!  I do!  I like them, Sam-I-am!  I do so like green eggs and ham.  Thank you!  Thank you, Sam-I-am!”

Don’t be scared of what you don’t know.

Don’t be scared of what other people might say.

Don’t be scared to bump your head.

Surrender fully to Him. Take the covers off of the sockets and the bumpers off the edges.  Set your sights on the one whose word is a lamp to your feet and a light to your path.

Live dangerously.  Jump in the deep end.

Would you?  Could you?

What keeps you from full surrender?  Who keeps you from full surrender?  What safeguards have you put in place to keep you from living dangerously?


Hi friends–

Special edition today.  Working on a series for the blog, but wanted to take today to ask for your special prayers for this special lady:


This is Jodi.

Jodi was in my Lifegroup at the Movement in San Marcos before we started with the Life Mission Church plant.  So picture this, everything is totally normal, we’re at Lifegroup and I’m having a conversation with her about adoption, as well as some tummy aches she’d been having.  Just a normal Thursday night.  Then, before you know it, we heard the news that Jodi had a 12 inch tumor on her ovary.  Over time, we learned that Jodi was diagnosed with a rare form of ovarian cancer.  Surgery, more tumors, transfusions, chemo, fluid-filled lungs, insane nausea….craziness.

(My info is generally coming through FB, so forgive me Jodi if I have made any mistakes).

She has been through crazy amounts of trials, more than most of us have or will ever face.  Jodi is about the same age as I am.  She is being treated at the Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Arizona.

Would you take some time today and pray for Jodi?  Specifically, she just started a new round of chemo after her last round didn’t receive the results they’d hoped for.  Please pray that her body responds well to the new medications, and for HEALING!  Also, if you feel like you’d like to donate toward her care, you can help her reach her goal of $30,000 HERE.

Thank you all for your prayers! If you are praying for Jodi, would you mind leaving it in a comment on this post for her encouragement?  THANK YOU!


Love Wins


We are all about happiness in America.  Especially in San Diego.  Yesterday, as I walked through Sea World with my family and some friends, I found myself thinking about the zoo passes that we need to renew and I really can’t wait to try paddleboarding and HEY!  Maybe we can splurge and get those Disneyland annual passes for the girls’ birthdays this year (dreamland).  Being surrounded with endless entertainment options and cool learning experiences can lead to us jumping from one happy thing to the next.  It’s hard not to be happy when you’re watching two killer whales do backflips in tandem!  I mean, come on, how in the world do they get them to do that?!  “Hey, you gigantic killing machine…why don’t you just do a little twirl for me over here and I’ll give you a fish?”  Crazy.

Then, as you’re leaving Sea World you get a text telling you about Boston.  Suddenly, the theme park music fades and you look around, sickened.  The happy little world that was lighting up your baby’s eyes an hour ago goes black, and you’re reminded that evil still exists.  Ugh.

My heart just wrenches thinking about…..all of it.  The lives lost.  The families.  The kids.  The pain.  The terror.  The chaos.  The countless hours of training, dedication, travel, planning, praying and hoping that all of the runners and supporters and organizers went through in preparation for the event, marred by a senseless act.

Sometimes the real world is just too much.  We’re content in happy land and then the bottom drops out.  And it just doesn’t make sense to us.  Why would anyone want to do that?  Why don’t they all just want to be happy too?  Why do people do stuff like this?  It’s too much.

Fresh wounds need their own space.  Newly bruised spirits need compassion, not analysis.  So today let’s just “weep with those who weep” (Rom 12:15) and know that though our world is cruel and senseless, we still cherish seeds of hope.

We have hope because we know that love wins. 



Khloe and I have been playing a lot of peek-a-boo lately.  I’ll hide behind a blanket, pop out and growl like a lion or make some kind of silly sound that sends her into hysterics.  We get such a kick out of it that I’ll keep doing it over and over and over again, trying to elicit that baby belly laugh that is one of the sweetest sounds ever created until my cheeks ache from grinning.  One of the neatest things is seeing how she has now begun to realize that I’m still there behind the blanket.

Did you know that there’s a technical term for Peek-a-boo?  Yes, leave it to us to give peekaboo a psychological name.  I wonder if there’s a named syndrome for lacking peekaboo skills?  The technical term for peekaboo is “object permanence.”  Object permanence is one’s ability to understand that an object still exists even though it isn’t visible.

After Jesus was resurrected, Thomas said he wouldn’t believe it was really true unless he saw and touched the wounds on Jesus’s hands and side for himself.  Eight days later, Christ appeared and told Thomas to put his finger into his hands and put his hand into his side, telling him, “Do not disbelieve, but believe” (John 20:27).  Thomas shouted back “My Lord and my God!”  To which Jesus replied, “Have you believed because you have seen me?  Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

Are you believing God even when he is not visibly present to you?  Through the periods of drought, are you seeking him and believing him still?  For a good crop to grow, it must endure a dry period.  We are to know our Savior always, not just in the times when His presence is manifest and obvious (how much faith does that require?), but we voraciously seek him in and out of season, knowing that he’s still there.  God doesn’t disappear, and neither should we.  If we are active in our faith only when He’s manifest, we pop in and out of consciousness and miss out on the beauty of relationship.

What if you were stoked on a new song and downloaded it, only to find that the music kept cutting out…on, off, on, off, on, off.  Would you be able to enjoy the song?  Would you ever listen to it?  Would it be meaningful at all to you?  Would you share it?  The Christian walk is not meant to be a few pretty notes smattered on a page.  Your relationship with your Heavenly Father is a masterpiece of unfathomable quality, with chords and harmonies and nuances that are perfectly and uniquely composed as a love letter of grace to you, orchestrated for His utmost glory.  If we only listen when the high notes hit, we miss the romance of the song.

Hebrews 11:1 says that “faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” And verse 6 says that “without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him.”

Believing that God exists is one thing.  Seeking him though he is not seen is another.  We don’t forget Him the second that we don’t see him because we are not babies anymore.  We’re done with peek-a-boo.  We get the whole “object permanence” thing.  We understand that drawing near to God also means seeking Him, and for that we are rewarded.  What’s the reward?  THE SONG!  The relationship.  The symphony of seeing His hand at work, of resting in the grace bath that He’s drawn for us, of being sanctified as we sit in awe of the timbre of His majesty.  

What good is belief without pursuit?  And, if we are not in pursuit, do we truly believe?

“And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth….that they should seek God, and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him.  Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for ‘in him we live and move and have our being.'” Acts 17:26-27