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Two Words You Should Never Say to Someone Else

What You Should Say Instead

We’ve all been through painful struggles in our lives. Maybe yesterday. Maybe five years ago. Maybe you’re going through one today.

Whatever the case may be, I’m sorry you’re struggling through that. I’m really, really sorry.

But here’s what I never hope to say to you: “I understand.”

The truth is, I don’t understand what you’re going through and you don’t understand what I’m going through.

Even if you lost your father to addiction, just as I did mine, our experiences through that traumatic event are unique.

Each of our experiences in life are always unique to us. 
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How to Be a Best Friend

Friendships are vital to life. God designed us for relationships. He created us for deep, intimate friendships.

“A friend loves at all times, and a brother or sister is born for adversity.”

Sometimes our role as a friend looks different. There are days we just need to be silent while she shares her deepest hurts. Other times we need to hold her while she cries snot bubble tears. We need to nod our head to validate her story is heard. Sometimes we need to grab her hand and pull her out of the pit of self-despair. Sometimes we need to say, “I’m sorry you hurt.”

But never say, “I understand.”

You don’t. You can’t. You never will.

Help Me Understand

I have a dear friend who’s been through traumatic experiences I’ve never known. My heart hurts to hear her share, but at the same time I find joy in knowing God is setting her free from the things done to her in the past.

I notice sometimes in her story that we’ve experienced the same pain. An event that happened to her caused her to feel shame. I remember things in my life that’ve caused me to feel shame. Some days she struggles with insecurity. So do I.

But I still don’t understand her shame. 

But I want to. I ask her to help me understand so she doesn’t feel alone in her struggle. I probably won’t ever fully understand, but I want to as much as I can.

And sometimes she explains things in a way I can’t understand. Sometimes the pain is to great to help anyone understand. So we pray.

I may never fully understand her pain. Or yours. But my desire is to always validate you. To let you know I hear you. To let you know you have a voice and that your voice matters.

Because your voice does matter.

Your past matters. Your pain matters. You matter.

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2 Questions I Need Your Help With

This year is coming to a close and we’re (myself and the Esther’s House team) working on some exciting stuff to make 2016 the best year of our lives! We don’t just want it to be our best year – we want it to be yours, too!

We’re  working on a goal setting course to help set you up for your BEST LIFE EVER. We’ll be announcing more details soon, so stay tuned. Before we put the finishing touches on it, we have two quick questions we need your help with today.

“Goals are dreams with deadlines.” – Mark Batterson

We don’t want to create something we think is a little helpful. We want to create something we KNOW is helpful in meeting your real needs – helping you define goals and set deadlines.

Goals are dreams with deadlines.
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You can answer the questions here: Two Questions I Need Your Help With.

We’re super excited about this new journey to our best life ever.

Thanks for your help!

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Goal Setting for Beginners

Do you believe in the power of written goals? I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t. But… let me ask this question – have you written goals for this year or next down?

For years I believed in the power of goals. Occasionally I would write them down. I made New Year’s Resolutions for years, too, and can’t remember one coming to fruition. My problem with my goals? I wasn’t specific with what I wanted to do.

I wanted to lose weight, sure, but I had no plan in place. I wanted to write a book, there wasn’t a plan ready. I wanted to pay off some bills, but again, I had no plan. At this point, they were just dreams, not goals.

If you’ve never learned how to be effective with your goals, don’t worry. Sometimes we just need some instruction to take the next right step.

Here are five steps I follow in pursuing my own goals:

Don’t have more goals than you can handle. Some studies show it’s hard to focus on more than 5-7 goals at one time. If you want to keep your focus and make progress in your goals, keep the number to a minimum. Remember, you don’t have to achieve everything in one year.
Create “SMART” goals. Here’s the breakdown of the acronym:

Specific . You need to identify exactly what it is you want to accomplish.

Bad Example: Lose weight
Good Example: Lose 25 lbs


Measurable. How will you know if your goal is attainable if you don’t measure the results?

Bad Example: “Fix more meals at home than I did last year.”
Good Example: “Fix 3 meals a week at home.”


Actionable. Each goal should start with an action verb (i.e. “start,” “finish,” “lose,” “write,” etc.) versus a to-be verb (i.e. “have,” “be,” etc.)

Bad Example: Be more present in your marriage.
Good Example: Spend two evenings without technology each week.


Realistic. Always have common sense when it comes to setting goals? Yes, you should always stretch yourself but never step outside of the reality of what you can really accomplish. As Michael Hyatt says, “Go right up to the edge of your comfort zone, then step over it.”

Bad Example: Run the Boston Marathon
Good Example: Train for a 5k


Time-bound. Every goal should have a date. Know when you plan to deliver on the goal. By the end of the year? The middle of the year? Someone once said (Dave Ramsey maybe?), “A goal without a date is just a dream.” Every goal should end with a by when date.

Bad Example: Lose 25 lbs.
Good Example: Lose 25 lbs. by December 31st.




Write your goals down. There is power in writing out your goals.  You have a bigger intention to set things in motion when you write them down.
Review them on a regular basis.  It is important to frequently review your goals. This, as Michael Hyatt says, “turns them into reality.” When I sit down to review my goals I want to know what the next right step is to moving forward. I try to review mine weekly. Some choose daily, weekly, or even monthly. I also review them on a deeper level each quarter.
Review them frequently. While writing your goals down is a powerful exercise in itself, the real juice is in reviewing them on a regular basis. This is what turns them into reality. Every time I review my goals, I ask myself, What’s the next step I need to take to move toward this goal. You can review them daily, weekly, or monthly. (Ireview them weekly.) It’s up to you. The key is to do let them inspire and populate your daily task list.
Share them with others, but do so selectively. It’s ok to tell a few close people in your life (mentor, best friend, spouse) your goals, but I wouldn’t share with too many people. The more you tell, the less likely they are to happen. Hint: Don’t share them with the Facebook world.

I believe goal setting sets you up for your best life ever. An article in Psychology Today suggests setting goals is a prerequisite for happiness. I happen to agree.

I encourage you to start thinking about what you want to accomplish in the next year. Block out some time on your calendar and make an appointment to write them down. Remember,  make them “SMART.”

Question: Do you have written goals? What has been your experience in setting goals?  You can leave a comment by clicking here.

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Living in a Season of Forgiveness

I  teach others about what forgiveness looks like. How forgiveness is different from healing from what happened to us. How forgiveness is the first step to healing.

But what happens when you look into the mirror one morning and the very thing you’ve been teaching others about stares back at you and you try to avoid eye contact with yourself at all costs?  That may or may not have happened to a friend of mine….. or me…. whatever.

The last month of my life seems to have a theme I’m slowly picking up on: forgiveness.

It’ s a recurring theme at church as we discuss the live of Joseph and the multiple heartbreaks he endured. We’ve talked about it four different times at Celebrate Recovery. It did me in when Tenth Avenue North popped up on the screen singing, “Losing.”

Oh, Father won’t You forgive them

They don’t know what they’ve been doing

Oh Father, give me grace to forgive them

Cause I feel like the one losing

Who do I have left to forgive? Haven’t I done this already? Most of it anyway? 

Then I sit across from a friend who is walking in her own forgiveness journey and I share a recent experience that stirred up more memories than I cared to talk about and she asks me the question, “Do you think there’s someone you still need to forgive?”

Ouch. Nothing like having what you preached to others pointed back to you. She’s right. Way more right than I want her to be.

I’m in a season – a season of forgiveness.

I realized something the other day. Some people I’m having to forgive again, on a different level. I forgave them when I lived hours away and didn’t have plans to see them again. Then God throws a wrench in my life plans and calls me back to my hometown – the place where I once justified my unforgiveness and bitterness.

So I see him at the grocery store and I get triggered. I run into her unexpectedly at a birthday party and I’m reminded of the pain she caused me. And God shows me I have to forgive – again. The pain stares me in the face and I cannot run from it. I feel tension and bitterness well up in me and I don’t like it. I stop smiling and revisit old memories I don’t need to revisit. I scowl and cry and have hate in my eyes. That’s not who I am. Oh Father, give me grace to forgive them, cause I feel like the one losing. 

God is asking for more of me. 

God reminds me “When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.” And I remember He has called me to lead. To help women find freedom. To be a light. To speak truth. To help others draw near to Him. And He gently reminds me through my tears I can’t expect others to walk in freedom if I don’t. 

I can’t expect others to walk in freedom if I don’t.
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I repent and ask Him to hold me a little tighter through this journey. And I choose to forgive. Every day. Sometimes one minute at a time. Over and over again. Father, I forgive them, just as you have forgiven me. Help me believe it. Help me mean it. Help me walk it out. 

So here I am – in this season of forgiveness. Real. Raw. Fighting back with forgiveness, because I don’t have time to walk in unforgiveness. None of us have time for it, really. Not if we want to live the life God has so perfectly designed for us.

We don’t have time to walk in unforgiveness if we want to live the life God has perfectly designed…
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I wrote these words on a chalkboard in my room the other day, “I am forgiven so I forgive.” I see them each morning when I wake up and when I go to bed, and I am reminded to forgive, because I have been forgiven. Yes, that is my heart’s desire.

Forgiveness is messy. It’s painful. There are tears. Snot bubble tears. Pride rears its ugly head. Justification tries to paint a permanent portrait on the canvas of our minds. But the messy process of forgiveness is beautiful, because God is in every detail, holding our hands through it. Wiping our tears. Reminding us of His love for us and those who trespass against us in His Word. Giving us a picture of what the future holds for us if we are obedient to forgive as He forgave us.

Oh yes… I am grateful. Oh Father, give me grace to forgive them. I don’t want to lose. 

My name is Sundi Jo and I am a forgiving follower of Jesus Christ.

Question: What season of life does God have you in right now? You can leave a comment by clicking here.

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SJ’s Weekend Favorites

Each morning I peruse through a variety of blogs on many different topics, including faith, fitness, and leadership. I’m also constantly reading a thought-provoking book that I’d love to sit over coffee with you and chat about.

Since I can’t have coffee with you every day, I thought’s I’d share some of my favorite blogs, books, and other cool things I find, right here.

If you’re in need of some inspiring weekend reading, start here.
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Hearing God’s Voice

via Single Matters

As my pastor says, “I’m allergic to this.” Ya, it made me shed a tear or two.

“Are we ready, eager and prepared? Can we be faithful, loyal, and steadfast to what He is quietly asking? And finally, will we be obedient?”

Teandra Knapp shares a heartfelt story of following God’s prompting to encourage a woman at the Burger King drive-thru. Get the tissues out, because what happens next is awesome!

The Elvis is in the Room

via Andrea Lucado

We all have hole-fillers in our lives, something we’re trying to fill a void with. Something we long to complete us, when we really know only God can do that.

What’s your elephant in the room? What’s your Elvis in the room?

Out in the Wild

via Amber C. Haines

What if the most freeing thing you know about yourself is that you’re not enough? Is God calling you to rest in Him? Amber C. Haines, author of Wild in the Hollow talks about resting in your “not enough” in the midst of a busy life.

Change Your Negative Self-Talk

via Dayna Bickham

Worthless. Loser. Fatty. Retard. Reject. Weirdo. What do you call yourself? How do you speak to yourself?

These are questions my friend Dayna spoke over herself for over 35 years. I’ve done just the same. She gives some great tips on overcoming your negative self-talk.

Question: Do you have any recommended reading you’d like to share? You can leave a comment by clicking here.

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An Open Letter to Domestic Violence Victims

A friend of mine recently shared with me a poem she’d written after her boyfriend had repeatedly beaten her, threatened to kill her, then when finished, pretended like nothing had ever happened.

We’ll call her Carina, which means beloved. She’s given me permission to share this poem with you and anyone who may be living in an abusive relationship, or who has been set free from one. I am proud of her boldness.

Her words depict Satan perfectly. He longs to destroy us. To make us feel worthless. To beat us down, physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. He seeks to control us, own us, and leave us for dead. But as she writes below, he’ll get his in the end.

I Know Who You Are

Worrying, wondering. guessing the times.

Watching the clock or the empty glass,

He knows that’s going through my mind.

It doesn’t matter to him if I’m afraid.

It doesn’t matter to him what game he’ll play.

He chose the winner, he knows who’ll lose.

I’m sitting her wondering will I make it through?

The deadness in his eyes, the empty stare.

I’m sure there will be hell to pay once he gets me there.

This place he goes is all his own.

He has the control, no else knows.

He likes this place, the place he’s made.

Torture and torment are the names of his game.

I will say nothing, hoping he’ll change,

But instead of leaving me alone, he pulls me into range.

Trapped is what he wants, helpless and alone.

For no one knows that he’s doing in his happy home.

He is the animal and I am his prey;

A vicious struggle, I can’t get away.

I am confined now, in his room, doors closed.

He thinks no one knows.

He puts on such a show for people to see,

But only one knows the real him and that would be me.

As knots are welling on each side of my head,

I am praying to God that this time won’t leave me dead.

He threatens to kill me and claim self defense,

But the good Lord knows he’ll get his in the end.

As the hours pass, and it’s been four, he finally opens the door.

Pulling me from the floor and onto our bed,

He stares at me and says “It’s time for bed.”

I turn my back to him and his arm goes around me like nothing had ever been.

I lay there and cry; I thank God once again.

As my head is pounding and my body is sore,

I tell myself, this will be never more.

If you are a victim of domestic violence or know someone who is, please get help. Don’t wait until it’s too late. You can call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 800.799.7233.

Domestic violence is NOT okay! Help us spread the word!
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For a printable version of this poem, click here.

SJ’s Weekend Favorites

Each morning I peruse through a variety of blogs on many different topics, including faith, fitness, and leadership.

I decided I should probably share with you some of my favorite blogs, books, and other cool things I find.

If you’re in need of some inspiring weekend reading, start here.
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One of The Best Things You Can Do With Your Irrational Fears

via Andrea Lucado

We all struggle with fear. Some fears are well, just weird, when you really think about them. Are you trying to conquer those fears on your own, or are you asking for help?

Andrea says, “We would find that our weakness brings out the strength in others and that fear cannot often be conquered alone, but it can be conquered with a little help.”

How to Not Miss Your One Life or Overcommit the One Life You’ve Got

via Susie Larson

Are you saying “yes” for the right reasons? Sometimes we over commit for all the wrong reasons (pride, insecurity, fear, hastiness). Other times we have the best of intentions for giving away our time (a good cause, a great need, there’s nobody else).

Ouch. Susie provides a list of probing questions to ask ourselves about the path we’re on.

Wild in the Hollow: On Chasing Desire and Finding the Broken Way Home

Written by  Amber C. Haines

This book. It’s deep. I’ve never read a memoir quite like it, filled with pain and hope in the same sentence. Unmasking the love of Jesus in a new way. I wish we could sit down for coffee and talk about it.

From an abortion to an affair, to finding Jesus on a cold bathroom floor the day she was prepared to die, Amber’s story is a powerful mix of poetic truth and lasting truth.

Question: Do you have any recommended reading you’d like to share? You can leave a comment by clicking here.

Why Jesus Loves the Chicago Cubs

He must have said it a hundred times, the gentle spirited man, making a living walking up and down multiple flights of stairs with a portable cooler strapped to his aged shoulders.  “Ice cold beer and water! Get your iced cold beer and water!”

I sat in section 435, row 7, seat 24, decked out in my Chicago Cubs attire, surrounded by the smell of peanuts, pretzels, hot dogs, red licorice, and a sea of St. Louis Cardinals fans. I felt brave, though I stuck out like a sore thumb. I allowed myself to smile, despite the overflowing heartbreak ingrained in the depths of my soul.

24 hours earlier I sat on the cold wooden floor, staring out the screen door at the devastation before me, tears coming from the deepest places of my heart, while the devil laughed and God held my brokenness in the palm of His hand.

In a moment life is gone.I stared at death laying in the middle of the street, trying to grasp a reality I was so uncertain of. There he lay, my Zeke, helpless and erased from this world in an instant.

When Jesus Shows Up

My arms longed to reach him, to touch him, to hold him. I couldn’t. I sat and stared and cried out for help. I held onto my heart as I waited for rescue. And Jesus showed up in the flesh to wrap His arms around me, dressed in a red t-shirt and black Nike shorts, her hair in a pony tail and compassion etched into her eyes. Her mercy wrapped him in a towel and carried him out of the street.

A hand touched my back as the soothing words of “honey, I’m so sorry” made its way to my heart through the sobs. I didn’t even have to look up to know Jesus had shown up in the flesh. Again. She took her flip flops off, plopped up on the couch beside me and held my heartache for hours. Sometimes in silence, sometimes through laughter, and ended by a kiss on the forehead and a prayer.

My grandma sat, not sure how to console the broken heart of her 32-year old granddaughter. She did what she did best, set out to fix a problem, finding a fly swatter to drown out the buzzing noise of what seemed like a dozen flying pests swarming the window above my head. Jesus in the flesh again, with flyswatter in hand.

In the humid September air, Jesus showed up again in khaki shorts. My pastor buried my tiny companion in the hard dirt a few blocks away, a task not on his daily to-do list, yet he momentarily stopped his life for mine.

She tucked me in to bed that night, my red t-shirt wearing friend, wiping my swollen eyes, hugging my broken heart, and praying peace over me as she turned the lights out. In the midst of deep sadness, my heart was full. Filled by God’s grace and mercy, shown through human hands.

She showed up the next morning with a cup of coffee as I awakened to a sad reality. A quite house. No morning kisses before the sunrise to remind me it was time to start the day. No snuggling under my pillow, begging me to rub his belly.

Living in a Spiritual Battle

I was also awakened with a righteous anger welling up, crying out from my soul. I am in the midst of a battle. A spiritual battle that just got personal! A battle I’m ready to keep fighting as the devil keeps dancing. I know how the story ends and so does the devil, yet he’s stupid enough to keep dancing.

There’s a breakthrough coming. I’ve felt it for days. My mind has been attacked. My friends have been attacked. My family. My church. My car. My health. As I poured my heart out to the Lord on Sunday, I was reminded again something big is about to happen. Of course my dog would be a perfect target to try and shake my faith. BUT MY FAITH IS NOT SHAKEN! It’s only getting stronger.

I know Satan’s tactics. I know he wanted me to blame God for my heart break. Oh.. but he’s getting the exact opposite. I will praise God in this storm, too, and I will not stop. Through the grieving and the heartbreak and the crocodile, snot bubble tears, I will not stop praising God. Because God is good all the time. All. The. Time.

He is my rock. My fortress. My deliverer. My refuge. My shield. My stronghold. He is worthy of my praise, in the midst of every tragedy and every storm.

I sat my coffee on the bedside table and grabbed the hands of my mercy-filled friend to fight back against the liar trying to wipe me out and destroy Esther’s House. We fought in prayer and victory filled the sad places. I have no doubt mountains were moved in Heaven and on Earth as we praised God and put the enemy in his place.

I put my feet on the floor, washed my tired, weary eyes, and took my heavy, yet joy-filled heart out to conquer the day.

Then God Showed Up Again

“I have an extra ticket to the Cardinals vs. Cubs game,” she said. “Would you like to go?” Jesus in the flesh again, offering me a gift and permission to smile despite the pain. I hesitated. Is this allowed in the midst of grieving?

Jesus used a text message from a friend to answer. “Absolutely. It would be wrong for you not to go. Don’t let the devil steal your joy, Sundi Jo. God knows you love the Cubs, too, and my guess is He will allow them to win, just for you!”

I sat in the stadium, smiling, reminded even in the depths of despair, God shows up and longs to lavish us with his love, in both big and small ways. I asked Him if the Cubs would win. I pictured him smiling with a “Wait and see” grin on His face. I had a feeling even my die hard Cardinal loving friends were silently praying for a Cubs victory. Because that’s who they are, full of compassion and grace and mercy and love.

And God answered our prayers. As the Cubs celebrated their 8-5 win, my heart celebrated God’s love for me. And I embraced the peace of knowing everything would be okay, despite the battle. I had a moment to catch my breath and it felt good.

The Battle Rages On

I don’t know how long to grieve. I don’t know what the process looks like. I know it’s different for everyone. I don’t know when it will get easier. I don’t know when my heart won’t be so broken. But I do know this..

I am well aware Satan is trying to sift me like wheat. I am also well aware Jesus is praying for me, because He says He does and His promises never fail. I realize Satan isn’t done and the battle rages on. But here’s what you should know. Here’s what the devil should know. I will keep fighting.

What does that look like? I will love my enemies. I will turn the other cheek. I will pray for those my flesh desires to judge. I will forgive those who have hurt me. I will make amends for those I’ve hurt. I will smile at the weary. I will hug the broken. And I will praise with all I have in me.

I have cried today. I will cry again tomorrow, I’m sure. I’ve asked “why.” I’ll probably ask again. Oh.. but despite this trial. This heartbreak. This sadness. God, He is here. He is holding me. He shows up through Marcie, Rebecca, Mitchell, Grandma, Sheena, and others, to wipe my tears, hold my hand, tuck me into bed, kill a few flies, pray for me, and take me to a Cubs game.

Jesus wins!

SJ’s Weekend Favorites

Each morning I peruse through a variety of blogs on many different topics, including faith, fitness, and leadership.

I decided I should probably share with you some of my favorite blogs, books, and other cool things I find.

If you’re in need of some inspiring weekend reading, start here.
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When You Feel a Bit Invisible

via Ann Voskamp

Some of my favorite words spoken by Jennifer Rothschild in this guest post, “You may have trusted in oppression and be stuck in lies and feel beaten down and incapable of rescuing yourself. God can and will rescue you. Cry out to Him. Embrace His rescue even if He pulls it off in a way you don’t expect — even if the rescue is painful.”

Trusting God When You Feel Empty

via Jennifer O. White

Is it hard for you to admit to God that you are hurting? In our most desperate, hollow times of faith, God is right there, if you will let Him be.

When You Question Your Purpose

via God Sized Dreams

Is the love, grace, and encouragement movement Jesus teaches us about overrated? Are we as Christians being walked on, or do we need to step it up in the grace department?

Mandy Mianecki says, “So, dreamers. Encouragers…keep doing your thing. Keep speaking words of life, not lambasting people with a club of truth. You will meet resistance precisely because you are on the right track. You will be misunderstood. Your courage and vulnerability will be mistaken for weakness.”

Why Are We Surprised When Leaders Fall?

via Allison Vesterfelt

Do we as Christians put leaders on pedestals? When a prominent leader’s name comes out on the Ashley Madison list, how do we respond? Allison is quick to remind us we’re all human, whether we’re leading behind a pulpit or not.

The best thing I’ve heard all week, “Sorry if this shocks you, but it’s true. You poop. I poop. We all poop. And all of our poop smells like… poop.” We all have dirty parts of our lives.

Question: Do you have any recommended reading you’d like to share? You can leave a comment by clicking here.

Help Me Celebrate My Birthday!

I love my birthday. Always have. It drives me crazy to see people complain about their birthdays and how they’re getting older and blah, blah, blah.

I get to celebrate another year – the fact that I’m still here and alive. I shouldn’t be here and six years ago I had the desire to end my life. But God is bigger and that’s worth celebrating. 

As I prepare to turn 25.. ahem.. 32.. I’d love for you to celebrate with me.

Esther’s House isn’t just a dream anymore – it’s a reality- and we’re inching closer and closer to getting the doors opened by 2016.

The Breakthrough is Coming

I have a feeling a ginormous breakthrough is coming. Usually when things get crazy, a breakthrough comes on the other end. Let me tell you, things have been crazy. Satan has attacked my health, but he will not win. He has attacked my family’s health, but he will not win. He has attacked my church family, but he will not win.

I’m waiting for the breakthrough. In the meantime, here’s what’s happening: 

Our first fundraiser, the Fuel the Gap 5k/10k Race/Walk in my hometown of Belle, Mo., is on September 26, 2015. You should register and come run or walk with us. We’re giving away a Branson Vacation Package, a ton of other prizes, and offering a Selfie Scavenger Hunt. I’d love to see you there.

I’m meeting with women on a weekly basis and God is showing up. I’m watching 2 Corinthians 3:17 play out before my very eyes – freedom! Through tears, Scripture, prayers, and sometimes just a hug, I have the honor of sitting next to these beautiful women of God and watch them surrender their deepest pains to the Lord. There’s no greater feeling than watching God show up in the midst of their brokenness and provide healing.

We’re praying over a house, literally. A friend and I show up almost everyday, head to the backyard and pray together for God’s provision over the house and the land. I can’t wait to tell you more about it! In Deuteronomy 11:24, God spoke these words: “Wherever you set foot, that land will be yours.” I’m holding onto those words.

I can’t wait to keep sharing with you…

Let’s Celebrate My Birthday Together

As my big day approaches, would you consider donating to the mission of offering hope to broken women? It’s the best birthday present I could ask for.

Maybe you would like to give in honor of someone you know struggling with addiction, depression, sexual abuse, or a variety of other life-controlling issues. Let me know who they are. I’d love to have our prayer team lifting them up in prayer.

Here’s how you can give:

Donate Online

Mail Donations to: Esther’s House | PO Box 984 | Belle, MO 65013

Organize a Fundraiser (Here are some ideas)

See our Needs List

Thanks for celebrating my birthday with me and walking through this faith journey. You rock!