I don't think I actually said good bye, but I did muster out the words "Fly Baby Fly." My heart has never been more wide open and yet I've never been more proud. She is officially released to a wild ride only God can lead. One chapter is closed but another one has begun. And let me say, you’d be crazy not to follow the journey. #3n9 #operationflybabyfly
I named you Debra.
That is what I believed God was telling me, but still I thought it silly. I knew my mom named me Debra because it started with a D like her own name Dolores.
One day I was wrestling this out when I finally decided to research a bit. I always knew Debra meant Bee, but never paid attention that it was a Hebrew name.
I learned the root word of my name is dabar which in its verb tense is often used as God spoke, God promised, and God commanded. In its most basic meaning dabar means to speak or pronounce into being.
Then the feminine noun of my Hebrew name is exactly like the word Bee, and carries the dbr root most likely because the Bee brings forth honey. I read somewhere that honey served the die hards.
The coolest thing I learned is Bees have a house and operate within a complex colony. Bees like flowers and help them reproduce, make honey, speak, care for offspring, and are armed.
All of these are fragmented thoughts that when I pull them together remind me God spoke me into being even if I was unplanned and needed to be adopted. Also, that I am made to speak forth and bring the honey of the Word of God to the complex place I live in.
So, I had my name tattooed on my wrist on my birthday as my forever reminder of who and whose I am and what I was spoken into being to do.
Leaning in = Lent
Someone asks you to adventure in the middle of the day?
You say yes.
For the dry season is over
There is a cloud beginning to swell
So go ahead sister, cast your net out into the deep and ask in prayer to securely know that you are known. As you go out, remember you take the Spirit who knows and loves others with you. This Spirit gives hope, lightens the dark, and restores broken hearts. I dare us.
Your marriage exists because of the gospel, and it must be built upon the gospel. Your marriage is not to say to the world, “Look at a perfect couple.” But your marriage is to say to the world, “Look at an imperfect couple who are needy of grace and who have found that grace in Jesus Christ. He is our Lord. He is our Savior. He is our only hope now and forever."
It's a beautiful and painful reminder. Because who wants to be a picture of being so needy of grace? But we are. All of us. In such need. This grace is our song to sing and our story to tell. This neediness points to the gospel as the only hope for us.
Something to think about:
Free people set people free.
NYC and Tulum, Mexico battle for my very favorite place on the planet. Standing close in line are Marfa, Texas, Kenya, and Thessaloniki Greece.
Home is definitely where my heart is, but if my heart moved to any of these cities I would not cry.
My friends and I are leading a generation in freedom to the wild pursuit of following Jesus. Check it out at wildfirecollective.tv.