Since returning from the World Race, I’ve struggled with anxiety and fear. I guess this is my way of kicking it in the shins. Click here to listen: fear Remind me to trust You, Lord because it seems I keep forgetting letting the old fears sink in again listening to a voice that isn’t Yours. It’s a voice that sounds a lot like mine. But that’s just part of the lie, isn’t it? That whisper of “quit.” That whisper of “sit” right where you are but not in a peaceful way that whisper of “stay” but not to be at rest. That whisper that says I should be stressed. Because…

On the World Race, the Lord starting giving me new things to write, including spoken word. Here’s  a piece from month 10 in Latvia, written April 28th. It’s for everyone who is working through what God is calling them to next.     My Father’s hands are strong and mighty and in them He holds the world. My hands are tiny and clumsy and weak and tend to drop things. But these feeble hands like control. What they lack in strength they make up for in feisty persistence. So while my Father’s hands hold the earth, mine are scratching and clawing and grasping for a few palm-fulls of dirt. So…