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When sharing our story, I’m incredibly cautious to not promise something to women that God has not specifically promised them Himself. (After losing my best friend to cancer, I’m very well aware of the stories in which God chooses not to perform the miracle inside of your body.)
So I was really unsure of what part of our story to lean into last weekend as I prepared to speak at @hannah.g.barnett. When I asked, I felt God keep saying “I’ll tell you when you get there.” Okay, God. That’s kind of a lot.
And then I met a woman inside the museum of Elvis Presley’s birthplace. And God reminded me again that, whether or not He chooses to perform that miracle inside of your body, just believing He CAN do the impossible is enough.
I didn’t intend to, but I just sort of took the entire month of January off of social media and it has ended up being the very best way to kick off this year with a chance to rest and breathe and hide from the world for a minute.
I’m also a little bit gobsmacked because I only realized in the last week that this month marks the 10-year anniversary of the first answer to our big, 10-year-long prayer.
That feels big. Really big. I don’t quite know how we got here so fast, and I don’t quite have any words for any of it. But I do know that I want to spend this entire month spotlighting that, honoring it, and piling the glory back onto God because it feels like I’ve only barely scratched the surface.
I spent the weekend with some incredible women this weekend who are all very well-acquainted with the kind of waiting sorrow I was so familiar with. I started the introduction of my first message yesterday morning with this truth and this point alone could have ended the entire conference. 😭
So, to the woman whose womb is painfully empty: I see you. I know you. I was you. Come to Jesus and drink. He will fill that emptiness in more ways than you can possibly imagine… if you let Him.
Merriest Christmas from our little family to yours. 🎄
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