No Tree is Taking My Place in the Choir

No Tree is Taking My Place in the Choir

“Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; and let them say among the nations, “The Lord reigns.” Let the sea roar, and all it contains; let the field exult, and all that is in it. Then the trees of the forest will sing for joy before the Lord; for He is coming to judge the earth. I give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; for His lovingkindness is everlasting.” 1 Chronicles 16: 31-34

I’m about to throw open this sliding van door and strap my teenage son to the top of the van. I’ll be sure to use kind words and be nice about it, though. Especially since I wrote about the fruits of the Spirit last week. Bless him. How many more miles do we have to go, baby?

I’m not entirely sure how many ounces of coffee I’ve consumed today, but my first cup was at 5 a.m. We were just north of San Francisco. My superstar hubby purposely pulled into the Chevron station with a Starbucks located next door. No crummy gas station coffee to kick-start this day. What a sweet man I have.

Yep, we’re still on the road. But we’re closer to home than we were yesterday, so I’ll stick with the positive attitude I had this morning while driving through The Avenue of the Giants. I’m not sure there’s a quality adjective out there to describe these California Redwoods. Make sure you put these Centurions of the West on your bucket list, ladies. Seriously. They will not disappoint.

Sitting shotgun on this stretch of Interstate 5 through Oregon, I’m not only thinking of trees. We just spent the day in San Francisco with friends. Sarah Beth graduated from Golden Gate Seminary with her Masters of Missiology degree this past week. She shared something with me that I just can’t seem to shake. Over seven million people live in the San Francisco area. Less than 2% know Jesus. You know what else? Words like church and Jesus and the Bible aren’t even in their vocabulary. It’s a foreign language. Y’all, it is foreign.

What? That’s 140,000 people out of 7 MILLION. In one city of the USA. I can’t stop shaking my head. We’re talking young women YOUR AGE walking through their life of school and family and friends and hard choices without the hope of the risen Son of God. He is simply not a part of their culture.

I feel sucker-punched. You know why? Because it looks like an entire generation of future American leaders are growing up believing the God of the Universe is a joke. They don’t seriously consider Christianity because they find it too exclusive and stifling.

It’s time to rock the boat, girls. And since there’s no time like the present, your opportunity to go rogue is NOW.

Have you aspirations? Dreams? Goals? Good. I’m glad. You wanna be a teacher or an attorney or a business owner or a speech pathologist? Go for it. Study hard. Work hard. But know this: Your classroom and that courtroom, your shop or warehouse or office will be your MISSION FIELD. Get serious about following Jesus and sharing Truth. There’s no such thing as a vocational ministry in my book. EVERY job, EVERY position, EVERY opportunity is a window to spread the Gospel. To live intentionally. To live with PURPOSE.

This world and the opposing team are going to do everything they can to chew you up and spit you out. Don’t fumble the ball, girls. Get on your knees. Get in the Word. Get real and get honest, and start talking about Jesus. God created you to Go and Tell.

Come on guys, there is NO WAY I’m gonna let some California Redwood take my place in the choir, shouting His praises. God Almighty is waiting for us to look up and look around. There are over seven billion people on this planet. Let’s get moving. We’ve got news to share.

So I don’t like writing bios. These things give me hives. How can I possibly describe the core of who I am in 200 words or less? I’d rather talk about Fixer Upper. I may need Benadryl after this. Here goes. I’m a flip-flop loving southern lady, homegrown in Cajun country, but transplanted to the frigid mountains of Alaska. Sadly, I can now only wear flip-flops two months out of the year. Thus, don’t ask me to show off my pedicure until closer to June. I’m a huge fan of coffee, Rocketdogs, and Noonday, and despite several attempts, my disgust for Brussel sprouts and beef tongue remains solid. (Don’t ask.) I protect my sanity by running, reading, writing, and staying connected to Jesus, my best friends, and my family. What brought me to Alaska? Jesus. My family serves as missionaries in Anchorage, working with college students on the campus of the University of Alaska. My high-volume family of five consists of one handsome beard-loving Steelers football obsessed husband, one teenage son with the loudest laugh and love for all things Lecrae, one tender-hearted rock climbing artistic daughter, and one Boston Terrier, who would rather be a cat. My daughter, Ruthie, and I just embarked on a super fun partnership as Noonday Collection Ambassadors. And we’re homeschoolers. Yeah, our life is never dull. My mama taught me early on always to be real with people. Maybe that’s why plastic Christianity drives me mad. Writing allows me to flush out truth from fiction, and it helps me clear my head and heart. In fact, my favorite thing to write about is Jesus and what He’s teaching me. I’m always thrilled (and a bit nervous) to share about my crazy, messed-up life and how the Lord still chooses to use me. So whatever wisdom and knowledge He shares with me, I’ll pass on to you. No sense in keeping it to myself.

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