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Making It Home

September 1, 2015 by Logan 2 Comments

Today I’m pretty excited to share with you some wise words from my dear friend Emily Wierenga.  Em and I have held hands across miles through lost babies and broken dreams and cheered for one another when God has brought new dreams from the ashes of scorched places.  Emily is a true friend, a kindred heart, and a beautiful writer who’s words are always balm to my soul.  She has a new book releasing this month called “Making It Home” and I can’t say enough good things about this woman or the way her heart beats to bring healing to broken spots.  It is my great pleasure to welcome Emily to my corner of the web today.

282471_MakingItHomeWierenga_Pins3 “The heartbeat is fast—166 beats per minute,” the technician told me a week ago in the blue hush of the ultrasound room. “Is that good?” I said. “Oh yes, that’s very good—very strong.” Then he told me to hold my breath and I did, and then released as he played back the sound he’d just recorded—the beautiful “ba-boom, ba-boom” of life, its fluid line sketched across the screen and the baby’s arms and legs kicking like tiny sticks on a peanut. Our child was two centimeters—just over an inch, at 9 weeks, 2 days old. Due March 14, 2015. “It’s implanted perfectly—it’s got a beautiful place in your uterus. It’s very comfortable,” he said, smiling at me, knowing this was my fifth pregnancy but only the third to make it this far. And finally I let myself smile back. My baby was comfortable. My body was making a home for this little one, and the insides of my soul relaxed. And for a moment it felt like the past year and a half of trying for, and then conceiving and miscarrying and then grieving and trying again–trying to conceive for nearly 12 months—it was all worth it. Because after losing a couple of babies, you learn—even as you take folic acid and prenatal pills and progesterone to protect the conception—you learn also to protect your heart. 282470_MakingItHomeWierenga_BlogHeader Trent was sitting with me on the bed in the dimly lit room—our baby dancing on the screen. He looked over and his fingers played with mine. And it didn’t just feel like another baby—who was alive and comfortable and growing well. It felt like God saying, “See how I keep my promises—even when they look different than you expected.” The past year has been a test to our faith. We got pregnant last April, and I didn’t know I was pregnant until one night I heard God say, “Don’t drink anymore,” because I’d had a glass of wine that evening. “You’re pregnant,” I heard God say, and the next day I took the test, and I was. I don’t take hearing God’s voice lightly but it’s a still small whisper which started back when I was in high school, and the more I read his Word, the more I recognize his voice. Trent and I were deliriously happy for two months, because a year earlier we’d both had a vision of another child joining our family. Up until that point we’d been happy with our two boys (and two foster boys at the time made it a full house). And then, the blood. And the cramping and the clots and the sitting very still trying not to move just in case you can somehow stop the dying. And all the time, me hearing God say that our baby would live—in that same small voice, and us, believing, until I was in the hospital room and the sac slipped into the toilet. When the nurse came out holding the sac of our child, God vanished. A flash of light, and He was gone. My faith has never felt more like an abandoned store, all boarded up, a “for rent” sign in the window. And I’m not sure I would have ever opened up those windows if it hadn’t been for an email waiting for me when I got home, from a friend who hadn’t known I’d miscarried—a prophetic friend whom I trust with all my heart. “God placed you near my heart this morning, and He held you there so very tenderly,” she wrote. “And He wants you to know that everything He said to you is true. It may not make sense right now, but He has not lied to you. He will fulfill His promises.” That day in the ultrasound room, our peanut swishing across the screen to the thump, thump, thump of life—like horses galloping—I felt His promises wrap around me. And friend, I want to reassure you that He will fulfill the words He has spoken to you as well. It may not make sense right now. Your faith might feel like that abandoned building. But God does not play tricks with us. You can trust Him. He does allow us to walk through fires, and floods, and earthquakes and famines, yes, but He is right there with us, going through all of it at our side, because He cares. He will never leave you nor forsake you. He delights in you, sings over you, and desires to quiet you with His love. And we can say with confidence—we, a throng of women on bended knee—“I will wait for the Lord—to show his goodness in the land of the living.”   282469_MakingItHomeWierenga_FBHeader (I’m celebrating the release of my new memoir, Making It Home: Finding My Way To Peace, Identity and Purpose. Get your copy HERE!)   281646_Wierenga_Makingit_BlogBanner (1) What does it mean to be a woman and to make a home? Does it mean homeschooling children or going to the office every day? Cooking gourmet meals and making Pinterest-worthy home décor? In Making It Home: Finding My Way to Peace, Identity, and Purpose, author and blogger Emily Wierenga takes readers on an unconventional journey through marriage, miscarriage, foster parenting and the daily struggle of longing to be known, inviting them into a quest for identity in the midst of life’s daily interruptions. Releasing September 2015; order HERE. Proceeds benefit Emily’s non-profit, The Lulu Tree.   283358_MakingItHomeWierenga_WebinarGraphic   Sign up for the FREE Making It Home webcast featuring Liz Curtis Higgs, Holley Gerth, Jennifer Dukes Lee and Jo Ann Fore (with Emily Wierenga as host), 8 pm CT on September 10, 2015, HERE (http://eepurl.com/bqa8fX). Once you sign up you’ll be automatically entered for a giveaway of each of the author’s books!   SnowStonePhotographySeptember2014a Emily T. Wierenga is an award-winning journalist, columnist, artist, author, founder of The Lulu Tree and blogger at www.emilywierenga.com. Her work has appeared in many publications, including Relevant, Charisma, Desiring God, The Gospel Coalition, Christianity Today, Dayspring’s (in)courage and Focus on the Family. She is the author of six books including the travel memoir Atlas Girl and speaks regularly about her journey with anorexia. She lives in Alberta, Canada, with her husband, Trenton, and their children. For more info, please visit www.emilywierenga.com. Find her on Twitter or Facebook.

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The Tension of Adulting

August 31, 2015 by Logan Leave a Comment

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I was supposed to have a meeting this morning.  But then, one person called and said he’d be late because his car wouldn’t start this morning.  Another one said her son had an emergency doctor’s appointment after a fall resulting in a split chin and a couple of cracked teeth.  And then on the homefront for me, our air conditioner went out and the service guy came to fix it right at the time of the meeting. 75% of us supposed to be in that meeting got all kinds of wonky beginnings to this week.

Man, adulting can be hard.

We celebrated my birthday this weekend.  I turned 37, and glory hallalujah, does this older skin feel good!!  Of course, it all sags and bags and wrinkles more than it did 15 years ago, because… AGE. But, despite looking like I opened up a zipper in said loose skin on my thighs to dump in a container of cottage cheese, the birthday suit I’m wearing these days sure does fit better than ever before.  The older I get, the more I like me.  The older I get, the more life’s curveballs don’t throw me for the same sort of dramatic loop they did years ago.  Adulting can be rough, but I’m growing into it I think.

I was visiting my publisher last week in Colorado to work on stuff for the book, and was super honored to share in a chapel service on Monday morning in their office.  I thought and prayed about what to share and finally landed on the topic of Tension.

Because it’s something we’re all learning to live with.  Tension is a given.  And for sure, the more adulting you do, the more tension you wrestle.  It’s a thing.

We are all learning to live with tension of one minute playing and being silly with your kids, and the next rushing to get stitches from a freak fall that dramatically alters the moment.  One minute you’re celebrating a huge win, and the next picking up pieces from an entirely different loss.  One second you’re getting a refund check for something-or-another, and the next your AC goes out and costs almost the same exact amount.  Maybe you just spent Saturday night celebrating the wedding of a dear friend, but then off to the side cried with another presently going through a messy divorce.  Tension is everywhere isn’t it?  Gah…adulting.

My friend Sarah Mae says that she is learning to “fit perfect into fallen skin”…and I guess maybe that’s what I’m doing too.  Learning how to hold the tensions of this fallen world, but view them through a lens of my good God.  To hold the things that break me and give me life in the same cupped hands, at the same time, and allow them to each carry their own weight.

The first step for me it seems is just acknowledging that this tension is a given.  It doesn’t go away and it shifts like the seasons. And, to keep from freezing in winter and baking in summer, I have to learn to shift my perspective as well.  I pass the tensions through the filter of Christ and allow that center to keep from throwing me off kilter.  Because life can sure feel like a pendulum can’t it?  And adulting…carrying the tensions…wrestling and celebrating simultaneously isn’t for the faint of heart.  It’s hard work we are doing…parenting and friending…marriage-ing and adulting.  Some days feel like a rubberband stretched to near snapping don’t they?  And so those days…those moments…those seasons, I just remember that though tension is everpresent, so is my God.

What tensions are you holding today?  And when you feel like life is a swinging pendulum or a rapidly shifting season, what do you to do maintain your stability and keep yourself rooted?  What is one thing that God has taught you about managing the tensions of life?  I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Also, I’m digging into this topic way more in depth in my new book Curious Faith which will be out in March!  Can’t wait to share it with you!

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Why You Need to Track Your Days

June 1, 2015 by Logan Leave a Comment

It’s been awhile since I’ve had a guest around these parts, but I’m happy to welcome back my friend Claire Diaz-Ortiz sharing about her new book today that releases today!  Wise words to make the most of our lives.  We all want to look back and have led a life that is full and hopeful, and Claire has some pretty neat practices that are simple enough to help us pinpoint just how we make sure we’re living the life that we want!

Thanks Claire for popping by!

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The concept of evaluating your days is not new. Many productivity gurus tout its wisdom, and emphasize its place in our lives. It works because it makes sense. It’s a small thing you can do that makes a big difference.

If we don’t have a goal, we’ll never get where we want to go. And if we don’t stop and evaluate where we are, we’ll never know if we’re there.

In the spirit of small life hacks that make a big difference, I can’t stress enough the importance of looking back and asking:

What was the best thing I did today?

You might be intrigued, and surprised, by some of the answers. Yes, it might be the obvious: “When I ate chocolate ice cream,” or “When I watched the game.”

But it might also be something more unexpected. “When I read for five minutes in the waiting room,” or “When I was running and it started raining,” or “When I played with my daughter when she woke up at three a.m..” Whatever it is, this question aims to help you figure out if you can do more of that thing in order to make every day better.

Now, I don’t stop there, and I typically go further to ask another question:

What was the best thing I did last week?

And,

What was the best thing I did last month?

If you ask yourself these simple questions, you’re bound to find out some unexpected, and illuminating things about yourself and the ways you spend your time. Most important, you’ll see some guideposts to how you should be better spending your time in the future. I’m a fan for doing this with great regularity, and what I find most amazing about this practice is that it isn’t hard or scientific, but it is immediately rewarding.

By simply looking at a week’s worth of days tracked, I can see what it is that I like doing most, and what I should be doing more of. By expanding that – and looking at a whole month’s worth – I learn even more. How am I really spending my days and how to I want to be spending them better?

Simple tracking can lead to simple changes.

About Claire

Claire Diaz-Ortiz is an author, speaker and Silicon Valley innovator who was an early employee at Twitter. Named one of the 100 Most Creative People in Business by Fast Company, she holds an MBA and other degrees from Stanford and Oxford and has been featured widely in print and broadcast media. She writes a popular blog at ClaireDiazOrtiz.com and is the author of several books. The above is an adapted excerpt from her latest book, The Better Life: Small Things You Can Do Right Where You Are.

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Atlas Girl

July 11, 2014 by Logan 1 Comment

I’m thrilled to pieces to host my sweet friend Emily Weirenga today as she shares a bit from her new book, one which I had the privilege of reading curled up by a fire in the mountains a few months ago.  I love it!  Her writing is beautiful, and the story is one that transported me around her life with her.  I think you’ll love it too!  So please join me in welcoming, Emily today!

Atlas Girl (& Memoir Giveaway!)

By Emily T .Wierenga

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Mum had said to sit close to the bus driver, so I sat as far away as possible.

And now an Ojibway man in a red bandana and stubble cheek was snoring on my shoulder.

He smelled like communion wine, the kind my father served in plastic cups which we slid empty into the pew’s tiny cup holders.

He smelled like beer, like the late August summers when I was entering puberty, cleaning up the Corn Fest fairgrounds in my Sunday dress with my family. The beer cans all clanging like empty songs against each other in their black garbage bags, and it was what good Christians did. Cleaned up after sinners’ parties and marched in pro-life rallies and it was always us, versus them. And all I ever wanted was to be them.

But always, we were taught to be kind to them, and so I let this man sleep on my shoulder in the Greyhound bus headed west while I tucked up my legs and tried to shrink inside my 18-year-old frame.

Tried to close my eyes against the cold of the window but it had been two days since I’d hugged my younger brother, Keith, and my sisters, Allison and Meredith; since Mum—whose name is Yvonne, which means beautiful girl— had held me to her soft clean cotton shirt and her arms had said all of the words she’d never been able to voice.

The Reverend Ernest Dow, or Dad, had loaded my cardboard boxes full of Value Village clothes onto the bus and kissed me on the cheek and smiled in a way that apologized. I was the eldest, and I was the first to leave. But then again, I’d left long before getting on that bus.

I’d slid my guitar, then, beside the cardboard boxes, its black case covered in hippie flower stickers and the address for the Greyhound depot in Edmonton, 40 hours away.

And we still weren’t there yet, and I hoped there would be mountains.

I should know, I thought. I should know whether or not there will be mountains.

My parents had raised us to believe in God, to believe in music, and to believe in travel.

We’d visited Edmonton as children, piled into our blue Plymouth Voyager and we’d driven from Ontario to California, no air conditioning, living off crusty bun sandwiches and tenting every night.

And there was Disneyland and the ocean and me nearly drowning because I was all rib. My body too tired to care. And we’d traveled home through Canada, through Edmonton, but all I remembered was the mall. West Edmonton Mall and how it had hurt me to walk its miles, thin as I was.

I was hospitalized soon after that trip. The submarine sandwiches hadn’t been enough to fill the cracks. But oh, how my parents taught us to love the open road. We caught the bug young, and here I was, and I couldn’t remember where the Rockies began and ended.

I scratched at the night as though it were frost on my window, but all I could see were the bright yellow lines on the highway, like dashes in a sentence, like long pauses that never ended.

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This is an excerpt from my new memoir, Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look, releasing July 1st through Baker Books.

As Logan says in her review, “I’m not sure if Emily Wierenga’s Atlas Girl is poetry or prose, or just deserves it’s own category of lovely word crafting, but what I do know is that it is transporting. Her gifted weaving of time and place and story captivated me from the first page and held on to me as I floated, fully engaged, throughout the entire book. Emily said, ‘We don’t live for ourselves. We live for all of those whom our lives touch,’ and her arms reach out and touch the life of the reader as she shares the intersection of people and God in her own life. Cheering, clapping, loving this book and the woman who has borne her soul amidst the pages.”

~ Logan Lane Wolfram, executive director and owner of Allume; author of Life for Dessert

 

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From the back cover:

“Disillusioned and yearning for freedom, Emily Wierenga left home at age eighteen with no intention of ever returning. Broken down by organized religion, a childhood battle with anorexia, and her parents’ rigidity, she set out to find God somewhere else–anywhere else. Her travels took her across Canada, Central America, the United States, the Middle East, Asia, and Australia. She had no idea that her faith was waiting for her the whole time–in the place she least expected it.

“Poignant and passionate, Atlas Girl is a very personal story of a universal yearning for home and the assurance that we are known, forgiven, and beloved. Readers will find in this memoir a true description of living faith as a two-way pursuit in a world fraught with distraction. Anyone who wrestles with the brokenness we find in the world will love this emotional journey into the arms of the God who heals all wounds.”

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I am excited to give away a copy of ATLAS GIRL today! Just leave a comment below to win.

Click HERE for a free excerpt.

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I’m also giving away a FREE e-book to anyone who orders Atlas Girl. Just order HERE, and send a receipt to: atlasgirlbookreceipt@gmail.com, and you’ll receive A House That God Built: 7 Essentials to Writing Inspirational Memoir — an absolutely FREE e-book co-authored by myself and editor/memoir teacher Mick Silva.

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ALL proceeds from Atlas Girl will go towards my non-profit, The Lulu Tree. The Lulu Tree is dedicated to preventing tomorrow’s orphans by equipping today’s mothers. It is a grassroots organization bringing healing and hope to women and children in the slums of Uganda through the arts, community, and the gospel.
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Emily T. Wierenga is an award-winning journalist, blogger, commissioned artist and columnist, as well as the author of five books including the memoir,Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look (Baker Books). She lives in Alberta, Canada with her husband and two sons. For more info, please visit www.emilywierenga.com. Find her on Twitter or Facebook.

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The Root Collective

June 19, 2014 by Logan Leave a Comment

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Today I’m being interviewed by The Root Collective, a neat organization I’ve recently connected with that is creating lovely handmade goods and providing the hope of sustainable employment for men and women in different parts of the world!  I’d love to invite you over HERE to read the interview I did with them, but first I wanted to tell you a little bit about who they are and what they do.

In their own words…

From the outside, The Root Collective is simply a store. We offer shoes, jewelry, and accessories that are cute, on trend, and flattering for every personality and style.

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And, in truth, we are just that.

But we’re also a lot more.

The Root Collective believes that the products we purchase have a story behind them. And we believe that story should be filled with opportunity, worthiness, and hope. We believe in the power of the consumer to help change the world we live in.

With a simple motto of giving a hand up and not a hand out, we aim to provide job opportunities for those who otherwise would have no access to a proper living wage. With artisans in Peru, Kenya, and Guatemala, our products are handcrafted with love using traditional methods and, often, eco-friendly materials. We partner with nonprofits working within the communities our artisans live. 10% of each product purchased is donated back to one of those nonprofit partners. The coolest part is that you get to choose which of our partners you’d like that 10% to go to.

From the outside, The Root Collective is a fashion company. And from the inside, well… it’s a fashion company you can feel good about.

 So hop on over to The Root Collective, check out my interview and the fantastic items they have to offer that are making the difference in the lives of people around the globe!  We may not be able to change the world for everyone, but when we make decisions to purchase in places that are making a difference, we begin to be a part of the solution for some.  And in my estimation, that’s loving well the person in front of you.

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Ignite

May 16, 2014 by Logan 1 Comment

I spend lots of my time focusing on equipping and training women to use their voices for the Kingdom of God in my job at Allume.  It’s a privilege to see women steward their resources and abilities to share the message of Jesus.  But primarily, Allume rounds up a group of women ranging in ages from about 25-60.  Not to say that there aren’t younger voices present, but it’s just not the bulk of what I’m dealing in on a daily basis.

So when one of our all-time favorite babysitters, Chloe, told me recently what she was doing at her high school, I just wanted to give nod to the next generation who are setting the world on fire for Jesus too.

And you know what, I just think it’s worth celebrating what one young woman I love is doing!

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I think it’s worth sharing about this in Chloe’s own words.

Ignite began as a dream I had over the summer, which at the time I thought was unattainable. However, God has shown me that through Him all things are possible. I have known this from childhood, but to see Him actually apply this elementary teaching in such a huge way in my life renders me speechless.

I am a Co-President of Solid Rock, a small Christian organization at Hillcrest High School in Simpsonville, SC. We meet on Friday mornings to worship, pray, and hear teachings from local youth pastors. I’m not sure how to express this in so many words, but the atmosphere of Hillcrest is dark. Our goal is to change that, but with a force of so few it feels impossible. That’s where the dream comes in. I dreamt that we could host the original founder of Solid Rock, Clayton King, in our school in an event that would bring Christians and non-Christians together and serve as the impetus behind a radical culture change in our school.

Fast forward a few months, and I was babysitting for a pastor in the area. He inquired after Solid Rock and I told him about my dream as a wish that would be great but not reachable. To my surprise, he brought out his cell phone and insisted that I call Clayton and ask him himself. Mr. King immediately responded to me with an emphatic “yes.” That “yes” was echoed by my friends, my teachers, my principal, my church, other churches, and people I had never met before, when I began to share what was going to

Today, there is an Ignite team of youth pastors and student leaders that meet together to plan our event. So far thirty churches around Upstate SC have pledged support. Ignite will take place on May 18 at 6 pm at Hillcrest High School in Simpsonville, SC. We will have bands, iPad giveaways, t-shirts, anything that will make this event exciting for people in attendance.

Our goal for this event is to see thousands attend and hundreds receive Christ. We have a capacity for 5,000 on one side of our football stadium. Through this event, I want to change our school. I want to change our city and I want to change the lives of the broken people that I see every day in the hallway. However, making a one-time decision is not enough. We speak the name “Ignite” as a projection of how this will affect the lives of the students attending, but we also know that fire has the tendency to die out. This is where the local church comes in. After decisions are made, we will have the students fill out decision cards, and distribute the cards among the churches that are closest to the particular student. It will then be up to that youth group to provide a welcoming

Although I know that God will ultimately provide, hosting Clayton King and bands and iPads and t-shirts and promotions has proven somewhat costly. We are looking at over $5,000. But I know that God is a God of abundance and He will do way more than just cover our expenses. Your church can support Ignite by giving directly to Solid Rock and designating “Ignite.” Please bring your youth group and friends to our event. Promote it to other churches. But most importantly, pray for us.

Long term, I have no idea where God will take Ignite. Some of my fellow Ignite leaders want to see it become a non-profit organization, taking Ignite from school to school. I am just happy to have played my small role in what God is doing to build His kingdom here in the Golden Strip area.

Can I get a standing ovation for the power of perseverance?  For the initiative taken by a few students…STUDENTS!  I not only want to celebrate what God is doing in the lives of the next generation, but I’d love to ask you to come alongside and support them as well.  Pray, encourage, attend (if you’re in Upstate SC), and prayerfully consider giving to support these students as they seek to ignite their own generation for Jesus as well!

Way to go Chloe! I’m so proud of you!!!

**If anyone wants to donate, it’s super old school with a check sent to Hillcrest High School, ATTN: Jill Ball (the Solid Rock sponsor). The check should be made out to Solid Rock Club specified for “Ignite.”  

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Step Into Brilliance

April 23, 2014 by Logan 5 Comments

I lost a friend to death this week.  The poor and broken lost one who championed their wellbeing.  The world lost a dreamer who got out of the clouds and actually dug his hands into the mud of living.

The sting of death burns hot.  It sears into the depths of our hearts, piercing souls that were made for much more than what this broken world can satisfy.  We don’t have to pause long to know that we were made for more than this…

But we take heart, because we know that the hope of heaven, and the hope we have in Jesus is greater than the burns of this earth.

Make no mistake though, burns leave scars.

And as my friend Tim Willard says, “what if we view our life’s scars as beauty marks?”

If we live in a way where burns become the things that point to testimony of God’s goodness and redemptive power.  Where beauty isn’t defined by what we see, but by how we become.

I want to live broader than the way life seems so often.  To step into the things that are broken, but set my eyes on the things above so they don’t get dusty from looking at the dirt below my feet too long.

“We want to break free from the temporal and live from an eternal perspective…. Step out of the shadows and into the brillance… to meet the God of the mysterious.”

The God of the mysterious….the God who makes sense of the seemingly senseless.  The God whose wonders never cease.

There are things in this life that will never make sense, and I don’t want to die on the hill of useless striving to understand that which is beyond my understanding.

I want to step out of the shadows and into the brillance…into our Home Behind the Sun…. and I want you to step there with me.

My friend Tim has a book releasing next week that invites us into the brillance…into the sunlight…into the journey.  Grab it now and thank me later as we soak up the sun of a great God together.

Also, please join me in praying for and lifting up my precious friends at Pure Charity as we walk to find the sunlight in the midst of loss that feels so utterly cloudy.

 

Into marvelous light I’m running
Out of darkness, out of shame
By the cross You are the truth
You are the life, You are the way

I once was fatherless
A stranger with no hope
Your kindness wakened me
Awakened me, from my sleep

Your love it beckons deeply
A call to come and die
By grace now I will come
And take this life, take Your life

Sin has lost it’s power
Death has lost it’s sting
From the grave You’ve risen
Victoriously*

*lyrics from “Marvelous Light” by Chris Tomlin

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Hope Runs

April 16, 2014 by Logan 4 Comments

I’m really excited to have a guest post today from my friend Claire Diaz-Ortiz.  I met Claire a couple of years ago at Allume and am excited to have her here today to share a piece of her story.  See, Claire and I have some things in common…a love for people, a love for Africa, and an inexplicable arresting of our souls by the God who’s plans are so much different, and so much better than we’d ever dare to dream.

“It’s about what it means to live in the now when the world is falling down around you. It’s about what it means to hope for the things you cannot see. Most of all, it’s about how God can change your life in the blink of an eye.”

With words like that to describe her book, I’m sure you can understand why I couldn’t wait to have her here to share it with you.  Yes…to it all….hope in the God who changes lives in the blink of an eye.

So, meet Claire:

Africa does something to your soul.

You step off the plane, feeling the thick air on hot skin, and you know that you will be different.

This is how it happened for me.

In 2006, I went back. She had been calling me, ever since the first trip. The trip where I sky-dived out of a plane and saw a yellow lion and held the hand of a tiny, smiling girl.

On my second trip, though, things would be different. Because this time, Africa would never leave me.

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I go back to climb a mountain. Mt. Kenya, a big one, ready for the tattered running shoes I’ve already used to get to the Base Camp of Mt. Everest. I’ve been traveling for a year, you see. Taking trains through Siberia, bumping on rickety buses in rural Asia, reading hundreds of books on deserted beaches the world over.

Little luggage, little money. Lots of heart.

 

When someone recommends a guest house near the base of the mountain, I jump. It’s cheap, they say. It’s for me, I say.

The guest house is owned by an orphanage, they say. Oh, I say, not caring. It’s a place to sleep.

It is when I arrive at that guest house, and that orphanage, that something changes. That I feel, in a way I never have before and never have since, that my life is about to change. And so I ask God to open my eyes so that I can see.

I never do climb the mountain.

After a few days in the guest house, I decide to live in the orphanage for a year.

I start a small nonprofit organization called Hope Runs, and I spend a year running in the red dirt with tiny children and lanky teens alike. And when the year is over, Africa is not done with me.

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Because there is a boy. A boy I fell in love with on that first day, and a boy I fell deeper in love with as the course of that year progressed. And now, we have found a way to bring him home. Home to the United States, to a new family with me, and to a different world.

Hope Runs: An American Tourist, A Kenyan Boy, a Journey of Redemption is the story of this journey. A story of a young woman, a younger boy, and two lives that were turned on their heads in one afternoon under the bright sky of wide Africa.

This is our story. A story of meeting, and a story of living, and a story of everything that has happened since.

This is a story of hope. We all have stories, and this is mine.

Do You Know Your Story? What is it?

In honor of the launch of Hope Runs, I’m giving away a free ebook, entitled, Share Your Story. Download it here.

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About Hope Runs:

Sammy Ikua Gachagua had lost his father to illness, his mother to abandonment, and his home to poverty. By age ten, he was living in a shack with seven other children and very little food. He entered an orphanage seeing it as a miracle with three meals a day, a bed to sleep in, and clothes on his back.

When Claire Diaz-Ortiz arrived in Kenya at the end of an around-the-world journey, she decided to stay the night, climb Mt. Kenya, then head back home. She entered an orphanage seeing it as little more than a free place to spend the night before her mountain trek. God had other plans.

Hope Runs is the emotional story of an American tourist, a Kenyan orphan, and the day that would change the course of both of their lives forever. It’s about what it means to live in the now when the world is falling down around you. It’s about what it means to hope for the things you cannot see. Most of all, it’s about how God can change your life in the blink of an eye.

About Claire Diaz-Ortiz:

Claire Diaz-Ortiz (@claire) is an author, speaker and Silicon Valley innovator who was an early employee at Twitter. Named one of the 100 Most Creative People in Business by Fast Company, she holds an MBA and other degrees from Stanford and Oxford and has been featured widely in print and broadcast media. She writes a popular blog at ClaireDiazOrtiz.com and is the author of the new book, Hope Runs: An American Tourist, a Kenyan Boy, a Journey of Redemption.

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Re-Entry…

March 24, 2014 by Logan 4 Comments

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Re-entry from a life-changing trip can be hard.

Hard… because the moment I walk through my door, my real life hat with all its responsibilities sits firmly on my head again. Carpools, dinner, kissing boo boos, parenting, and decision making…they don’t wait for jet lag to be gone to come flooding back over me.

It’s a flinging back into reality with little to no time for recovery from the emotional investments and drains of a trip that settled me square in the middle of a 7 hour time difference.  It is beautiful to return home, but it doesn’t come without challenges.

We come home and life goes on…

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And while I know that I am different returning home from the past 10 days in Uganda, there has to be at least some tangible remain in my thinking…a take-away, so to speak.

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One of the beautiful things about a blogging and writing trip is also the thing that often proves to be one of the most difficult. To experience full investment in the moment… to analyze, and turn it around into a coherent and thoughtful post that invites people along (all within about 15 hours) is a stretching, but rewarding process.

Oftentimes in foreign travel, people return home and process for weeks and months to come, but on a writing trip, it is really different because we have to process at least a couple of solid nuggets every single day. We have to learn to extract the lessons and key thoughts, pray and study into them, and regurgitate the takeaways almost immediately.

It is super challenging, but also extremely rewarding to see God continue to give pieces of himself in this way every day.

I’ve been thinking, that I’d like to be more intentional about doing the same thing at home.

One of my BlogHope teammates said the other day that she wasn’t sure she would have time for the same type of thinking every day at home, and I found myself pondering more on the idea of daily nuggets.

For us in Africa, we were removed from household chores, carpools, work, friends, and family, so it’s easier to clear away the clutter to see into the lessons.

But, how much greater would it be for us to learn to seek those nuggets of growth in daily life? When monotonous repetition takes over and piles of laundry are endless, to train my mind to look for the takeaways of my day…to cultivate a mindset of noticing all of the individual moments and lessons, that combined, form a whole day.

I wonder how much more growth I can experience in not just my writing, but in my daily living, when I spend time thinking into the learning moments…the wrecking moments…the profound moments…and the repetitive moments of my life?

Re-entry can be hard, but I find myself wondering if what we miss so much when we come home is really about a loss of life-changing experience, or about the loss of time we spend engaging in our own heart’s learning process?

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Farewell Uganda…

March 21, 2014 by Logan 7 Comments

I wrote the following before we left Africa.  Internet was spotty when we got back to the Sole Hope House from the Nile River Camp so I ran out of time to post, but I wanted to leave Uganda with these parting thoughts… to leave you with these thoughts…

I’m beyond grateful that you have journeyed with my the past couple of weeks as the eyes of my heart have been opened to see God in a new way.

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I’m sitting at a picnic table right now, looking out over the Nile River. Thinking on this time we’ve had and what I’m taking home with me…on what I want to leave you with as I leave this place.

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Uganda has wormed its way into my being.

There is also a real possibility that after rope-swinging into the Nile River yesterday, actual worms could have worked their way into my body as well.

The price of adventure I suppose… the price of living with no regrets.

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I am different because of my time here.

Of all the hardship that I have seen here…of the tears I’ve shed, and difficultly I’ve swallowed, I need you to know that is not all that I leave knowing of this incredible place.

I leave Uganda with a heart full of hope.

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I know the beauty of a land and the beauty of a people that has imprinted my soul.

I am marked by the contagious joy of Betty, Joyce, and Diana who work in the Sole Hope Guest House cooking, cleaning, and tending to the people staying.

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I am touched by the kindness of Paul, who serves Sole Hope in Jinja during the week and returns to his family in Kampala on the weekends.

I’m moved by the generosity of Dickson, who at 24 years old and single, has taken in 5 orphans and pays for their school, teaches them how to paint, and gives them hope for a brighter future.

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I find myself in awe of Teddy and Lillian who put their nursing skills to work removing jigger after jigger from the tiny feet of the children here… loving and mothering so many who have no mother of their own.

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I’m heartbroken for cheerful 12 year-old Dan who was abandoned by his family just 3 weeks ago at the Sole Hope house. Sweet Dan, who stood in court just this week to witness the testimony of his father as he said “I don’t want Dan anymore.”  Grateful for Dan…who’s joy is contagious despite the hardship of his young life.

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I’m energized by Noonday artisan, Jalia who came to visit us, who’s passion for empowering Ugandan women to feel belonging and responsibility opens doors for real social change.

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I’m humbled by the servant hearts of Sole Hope founder Asher Collie and her husband Dru, and of Elisabeth Michal, who left the comforts of long hot showers and personal security in the US to love well the people in front of them here in Uganda. To bend low and raise high the name of our generous Jesus.

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I’m in awe of our creative God who varies landscapes across the globe. Our God, who enriches the soil of a land so that it burns with colors of red dirt and lush greenery. Who populates one impoverished country with over 40% of the variety of birds of an entire continent because he oozes with generosity and blessing.

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I’m in awe of the kindness of our God to love his people no matter the circumstances. Who burdens hearts with the care of his children across oceans and borders. Who appoints his beloved to humility of service in foot washing and insect removal. Our God who shows off in the smiles of healed children and restored hope.

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I am in awe of my God in Africa… and my heart will bring home the new knowledge of Him that has been revealed to me here. He is no different, but He has allowed me to experience other parts of his character that enrich my faith, and encourage my heart in greater understanding of His goodness.

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I am ready to see my family.  I’m ready to return to my familiar… but I leave knowing that even the familiar will look different because of what the Lord has done in my heart in Africa. The more that I see in this world, the more that I long to walk this life wide-eyed in awe of my Jesus.

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And behold, there were two blind men sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was passing by, they cried out, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” The crowd rebuked them, telling them to be silent, but they cried out all the more, “Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!” And stopping, Jesus called them and said, “What do you want me to do for you?” They said to him, “Lord, let our eyes be opened.” And Jesus in pity touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him. – Matthew 20:30–34

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