Saturday, June 27, 2015

An open letter to the Bride

Dear Church,

You are Christ's bride, the stunning picture of His covenant love—the beautiful one who woos and romances the world to Himself.

But you were not always beautiful. You were once a bloodied and abandoned newborn, left in an open field to die.



Then He walked by and said, "Live!" He loved you with a fierce yet tender love, an unreasonable love, so He pulled you out of the heap of blood and briers you lay in, He wrapped you up in His arms, and He gave you life.

"Live!" was the song He sang over you as He dressed your wounds and clothed you as royalty. You were His bride, His delight, the apple of His eye, and now you were to sing His song of life over others (so that they too might live).

You loved Him back with an adoring love. Your heart beat happy with salvation and you could not stop singing His song of life.

But soon you heard the sound of your own voice over His. Oh how sweet you sang! You became enamored by your beauty, your dress, your chosenness. And you forgot. You forgot what He looked like, what He sounded like.... what He'd saved you from.

And you danced to the song of yourself. Your song deafened you to the cries of the bloodied and abandoned around you. They cried out for Life, but you could offer only yourself. They needed Beauty but you gave only bravado.

Now the bloodied rise up and cry, "Death!" and you, so consumed with self, are surprised. You resent them in their dirty desperation and point a fair finger at their misery.

Do you not see? Can you not understand? Your own song will not do, broken Bride. Your thin beauty and privileged position will not suffice. The dying need Life.... and you offer them yourself? (You, once ruined as they are.)

Oh that you would run back to Him, cling to Him as in those first days of love, and let Him sing His song over you—that they might hear and believe.

How will they believe if they have never heard?

You are chosen for this, beloved one. You were saved to go save. The Rescuer is slow to anger and abounding in love, not wanting any to perish but all to "Live!"

So return to your First Love. Hide yourself in Him till your heart beats with His, till your ears are full of His voice and your eyes are alight with His love.

Then go and sing His song to the dying:


Scriptures referenced: Ezekiel 16, Ephesians 5, Jonah 4:2, 2 Peter 3:9, 1 Timothy 2:1-4, Zephaniah 3:17, Revelation 2:2-5, Romans 10:14-17

Thursday, June 25, 2015

On your 40th

She was the It Girl in college: drop-dead gorgeous, smart, with a slew of handsome suitors and a voice that earned her a recording label. She was going places, and we all anticipated the day when we would say, “I knew Lisa Kolbo before she was famous….”

We thought we knew what life should look like back then. The beautiful and the gifted—those were the ones God put on platforms and used in mighty ways. Because she was the whole package, Lisa and her music ministry would be unstoppable.

But He was scripting such a different story. We could not have guessed what was going on behind the scenes and what the next two decades of life would hold. But He knew, and He was holding it all together in love.

Although Lisa and I shared a propensity for music, coffee, and laughter, it was eventually our brokenness that bound our hearts together. I began to see a strength in Lisa that I could no longer attribute to beauty or giftedness. In unexpected suffering and disappointment she was pressing herself into God, and I saw Him. I could relate to her because she was weak, like me; but unlike me, she could poignantly express what was going on in her heart. I listened and learned.

We talked of love and waiting and marriage. And I watched her fall in love with and marry the best man she’d ever known—her lifelong friend, Michael Hamel. It was now Lisa Hamel, not Lisa Kolbo. But it wasn’t just her name that changed.

After six years of marriage, God gifted her with her firstborn—a beautiful boy with special needs. This former campus celebrity was now quietly caring for an autistic child behind closed doors. Day in, day out. No applause could be heard but His.

And Lisa went deeper with Jesus.

And as she did, she took us with her. Sure, her giftedness and gorgeousness could wow us, but her suffering by faith with eyes fixed on Jesus would forever change us.

Today my dear friend turns 40 years old, and I’m reflecting on God’s kindness—to her… to me through her. I’m thanking Him for derailing small dreams, for saying no to some prayers, and for birthdays that mark His faithfulness.

Happy birthday, dear Lis. Your life has made mine unspeakably rich.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


The women pictured here with me are extraordinary.

Among them are former Director of White House Personnel for the Bush Administration, Tim Tebow's older sister, a singer who gave up a promising career to care for her family, a prestigious Nashville editor, and a lawyer (to name a few). We are nine women in our thirties who are in very different seasons of life: some of us single, some married, some mommied.

But we all share one thing in common: a love for Jesus.

And we want to lavish that love on you. If you're 20-something and within driving distance of Redlands, California, mark your calendar for April 8-9, 2016. We want to spend a weekend with you, loving on you and reminding you that "Life is messy, but God is good."

We'll be launching our website, Facebook page, and registration later this summer. I'll keep you posted here!

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Do the Next Thing: Wisdom from Elisabeth Elliot

As a young teen, I read her books and articles with a voracious appetite for her wisdom. When I was 20, I attended one of her conferences and met her in person. Even now, one of her books sits at my bedside. Few women have had the influence on my life that she has had. It wasn’t that Elisabeth Elliot was perfect—far from it; it was the fact that she knew Christ’s strength in her weakness and made the clarion call for others to do the same.

And while her wealth of wisdom shaped much of my thinking in my formative years, there is one particular piece of her advice that has helped me navigate seasons of depression, stress and uncertainty....

Read the full article at ERLC

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Common Things

This poem has deeply encouraged me these past few months and helped me keep perspective. May God bless the common things we do today, dear one. (After all, He's the One who works miracles in our mundane.)

Common Things
by Ruth Bell Graham, 1942

Lord, let mine be
a common place
while I am here.
His was a common one;
He seems so near
when I am working
at some ordinary task.
Lord, let mine be
a common one, I ask.
Give me the things to do
that others shun,
I am not gifted or so poised,
Lord, as some.
I am best fitted
for the common things,
and I am happy so.
It always brings
a sense of fellowship
with Him Who learned
to do the lowly things
that others spurned:

to wear the simple clothes,
the common dress,
to gather in His arms
and gently bless
(and He was busy too)
a little child,
to lay his hand upon
the one defiled,
to walk with sinners
down some narrow street,
to kneel Himself
and wash men’s dusty feet.
To ride a common foal,
to work with wood,
to dwell with common folk,
eat common food;
and then upon the city dump
to die for me
in view of all who passed.
Lord, common things
are all I’ve ever asked
of Thee.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Three questions for a busy week ahead

How's your week looking, Dear One? My guess is that we're in a similar boat—with hearts, minds, and to-do lists overflowing. 

Here are three questions I occasionally ask myself, to find my center and refocus my priorities. (How would you answer them today?)

1. What is the most important thing in life?

2. What kind of woman do I want to be one year from now (and what choices can I make today to help me become that woman)?

3. How can I turn today's stresses into songs of praise and gratitude? 

"This is the day that the Lord has made;
    let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Psalm 118:24

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