My Manifesto | 2012
I am passionate about knowing my Father.
Hearing His voice and walking in tune with His Spirit are the desires of my heart.
I endeavor to learn to be still and know that He is God.
I endeavor to learn the way of listening and “being” and to share my journey and learnings with as many other “twitchy” souls that I can.
To walk in a posture of gratitude, receiving each moment as grace and savoring the gifts that are in front of me every single day.
That I would walk the wilderness seasons with hope and expectation of a Father who provides for His children, though His provision may not look the way we want it to.
I am passionate about loving my husband with a true love.
A God-breathed and blessed love that serves and honors and puts him first.
To be the kind of partner God dreamt of when He smiled to Himself and said, “It is very good.”
To speak words that are life-giving and to hold him up and build him up, not drain him.
To pray for him with a steadfast endurance that holds him up to the Father who is shaping him daily.
To trust that He is at work on this man, and I need not meddle in His development of this man He first loved and dreamt up.
To treat him the way I hope my precious son will be treated by my future daughter in law.
To praise him in front of our children and never speak ill of him in their presence.
I am passionate about loving my children with a true love that reflects God in all His unconditional and steadfast loving ways.
That I would model the fruits of the Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, goodness and self-control) in my moment to moment interactions with them.
That I would look at them with love in my eyes and show them through my words and deeds that I am proud to be their mama and they are lovely.
That I would teach them how to hear truth and lies and how to fight the lies that they hear with truth.
That I would model gratitude, even in times of scarcity.
That I would teach them to run this race well - and that does not mean never bearing my aching soul to God. - That they would see a Psalmist’s heart in me and know that while I feel hurt and have questions, that I will forever praise the God who has saved me.
That I would lean into worshipping God in the midst of highs and lows. That we would be able to say, as a family,
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
That they would learn that He is our God in times of plenty and times of scarcity. He is worthy of praise and worship in all of these moments, and we would lead them down a hopeful highway of praise.
That they would remember us singing out praises even with empty barns, unyielding trees, and broken hearts that are being mended by the Creator’s nail pierced hands.
That I would cheer them on as they praise in the midst of pain.
That I would nurture their creativity, health, souls and minds.
That they would know that even if God told me I could pick any children in the whole entire world to be mine, that I would choose them.
I am passionate about loving my community and neighbors with a shepherding love.
That I would walk through my neighborhood a little bit slower and really “see” my neighbors.
That I would not be so busy in my to do lists that I miss the moments to share God’s love with those around me in an authentic and tangible way. ...Sitting with them as they confess the anxiety over their autistic son's future. ...Praying with them for hope and joy and fighting for a perspective of God that is bigger than the now. ...Coloring with the littles and opening my home for messy play dates. ...Being willing to have the home where they can come with questions and sit on my barstools and talk for hours (my mom did this well). ...Rallying alongside of the single mothers who are stretched and tired.
That we would be a “House of Prayer”. -God lead the hurting and broken hearts to our door and anoint this home as a haven for the broken. Teach us to pray so that You hear and You come and You heal (souls and bodies).
That I would not be afraid to be “this person” in my community.
That I would love the many children in this neighborhood and see them with God’s eyes. -That I would hope daily in prayer for them to be set free from entitlement and brokenness that plagues our generation and the generations to come.
That I would indeed share the good news with the poor in spirit, bind up the brokenhearted, and proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. (Isaiah 61)
That I would help women battling anxiety, despair, depression and feeling so alone walk in freedom and joy. (He gives beauty for ashes, oil of gladness for mourning, and a garment of praise instead of despair. Isaiah 61)
That there would be an entire generation that are called “oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor” (Isaiah 61:3) that begin as seedlings at our KWAV’s meetings.
That we would stand in solidarity with the poor, the widows and orphans and people fighting injustice in our local community and be peacemakers (physical and spiritual).