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It’s been more cloudy than sunny this winter on our tiny island. And it’s been surprisingly refreshing. Because it’s not until that skies are shadowed that you truly appreciate the daily sunshine. Isn’t it funny how that works? That you get used to the good things, and even the best things, kind of forgetting their benefits.

I read an interesting quote this morning as I dig into the idea of the kind of Galatians-5:1-liberty-freedom that comes with a relationship with Jesus. It’s the kind of freedom from trip-ups and distractions and pressures that are “so blinding to the mental vision that it does not discern the majesty of Christ.”

Like those cloudy, tropical skies that mask the sunshine. I’ve been wrestling with the idea of pressure lately. Maybe it’s part of why I’ve been hibernating these last weeks – I’m feeling the pressure of the social media game that nobody has put on me but myself. And it’s so blinding my vision that I’m not discerning the majesty of Christ that comes with simple conversations like this. Like the ones I’ve been having the last few early mornings on the lanai with a dear friend who’s here visiting. The kind that say “hi, I’m still here and this is what God is up to in my life – right in the here and now.” The kind that get right into the deep and honest places.

The kind that sees a break in the clouds and His majesty shining through. Because the LORD is Spirit. And where the Spirit of the LORD is, there is freedom.” (2 Corinthians 3:17)

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from the ‘gram :: vol. 4

It’s been more cloudy than sunny this winter on our tiny island. And it’s been surprisingly refreshing. Because it’s not until that skies are shadowed that you truly appreciate the daily sunshine. Isn’t it funny how that works? That you get used to the good things, and even the best things, kind of forgetting their benefits.

I read an interesting quote this morning as I dig into the idea of the kind of Galatians-5:1-liberty-freedom that comes with a relationship with Jesus. It’s the kind of freedom from trip-ups and distractions and pressures that are “so blinding to the mental vision that it does not discern the majesty of Christ.”

Like those cloudy, tropical skies that mask the sunshine. I’ve been wrestling with the idea of pressure lately. Maybe it’s part of why I’ve been hibernating these last weeks – I’m feeling the pressure of the social media game that nobody has put on me but myself. And it’s so blinding my vision that I’m not discerning the majesty of Christ that comes with simple conversations like this. Like the ones I’ve been having the last few early mornings on the lanai with a dear friend who’s here visiting. The kind that say “hi, I’m still here and this is what God is up to in my life – right in the here and now.” The kind that get right into the deep and honest places.

The kind that sees a break in the clouds and His majesty shining through. Because the LORD is Spirit. And where the Spirit of the LORD is, there is freedom.” (2 Corinthians 3:17)

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Not sure if you’ve heard, but Mercy Like Morning is officially out of print. I bought all remaining print copies of the book (you can’t even find it new on Amazon anymore) and the rights have been reverted back to me.

It could have been a sucker punch, or a giant feeling of failure. But the TRUTH is that the book has sold nearly 15,000 copies. That’s a population of readers larger than my husband’s home town (not to mention the number of women who have shared their copies with friends, borrowed from the library, or bought used at a garage sale).

And do you know what craziest part about it? Seven years after its release, I’m circling back and drinking from the well of mercy I dug out when I wrote it. I’m living out my own truth (even if I fought it, hard).

I thought that was it for the hardest part of my story. Turns out, God is writing the latest tear-filled and mercy-coated chapter for a future second edition on the pages of my prayer journal. The day the FedEx truck delivered my meager stock of remaining copies, the Holy Spirit sat squarely inside of my spirit and whispered, “Your story’s not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

I don’t know what the future is for Mercy Like Morning, but I do know it will firmly remain the foundational cornerstone of my entire ministry. If you want to understand why I have Dig Your Well, you HAVE to read Mercy Like Morning.

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