A few months ago, in the midst of a very demanding season juggling family, work, and church involvement, I found myself feeling heavy under the pressure of expectations. I don’t think they were even expectations of people who are actually in my life… more like expectations from these phantom voices that I perceive to be all around me (especially in cyberspace) about all the stuff I “should” be doing to “build a platform.”
One day, with only one hour of free time in between my son’s soccer practice and another commitment, and I found myself feeling anxious and torn between two priorities. I could spend uninterrupted time in the Word and prayer, which hadn’t happened in awhile, or I could finally finish up a blog post and some social media promotion for my book. Whoa….did you just read that and feel yukky?? Ugh, I did.
I hated that I felt so conflicted in that moment, but I did. The list-checker in me wanted to finish the unfinished business and feel productive.
The Lord’s voice broke through my noisy and anxious thoughts, and I clearly heard Him say, “There will be no blogging in heaven.” Continue reading…
My parents split when I was really little, right about the time my brothers and I were removed from our home and placed in foster care. Even after my mom won custody of us back, my dad was never part of my life again. I barely remember him, and all I remember was attached to pain and abuse. Honestly, the most I ever knew about his life as a man was what I heard at his funeral, which I attended about 5 years ago.
It’s amazing how someone NOT being part of your life can shape your life.
Growing up, I don’t remember thinking, “No fair, I wish I had a dad.” My brothers probably felt the sting more, not having a man to relate to as they matured. But eventually, somewhere in mid-adolescence, it hit me. That’s when I figured out that my “normal” was actually a handicap of some sorts… not that I let on to anyone about that revelation. Once I entered my early 20′s, I finally started to face the fact that my heart was missing some key ingredients in the areas of stability and security, and being fatherless was at the root of a good deal of my unresolved emotional pain.
Was I a Christian? Yes. Did I understand that God loved me completely? Yes. Did I have other father figures step in to provide guidance and care? Yes. Did that fix it all? No. Continue reading…
Watch this amazing video recap of the Morality in Media Summit I went to a few weeks ago. It gave me chills watching it and thinking about all the incredible leaders I had the opportunity to meet. (Teeny tiny clip of me at 1:18, BTW)
Do you want to join the movement to stop pornography and sexual exploitation? You can! Go to www.pornharms.com.
So, a few months back, I wrote this article about pornography and how it has changed teenage relationships forever. I stood by it at the time, and to some degree I still do.
But I have one major apology. That article was not strong enough – not by a long shot.
Last weekend I was privileged with the opportunity to attend the Coalition to End Sexual Exploitation Summit in Washington D.C. with a few hundred other people. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the first morning I could easily see I was surrounded by great leaders, many of whom had been studying, researching, and fighting the pornography war for decades. They had seen and understood a darkness far beyond what I have ever been exposed to, although I have read and researched a lot. Continue reading…