Wooden on Motherhood: What the UCLA Coach Taught Me About Leading and Loving my Children

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I recently read Wooden on Leadership by John Wooden and Steve Jamison.

John Wooden is known as the “best coach in history”.

Not only did he lead his UCLA basketball team to many victories (10 NCAA Championships), but he also – and more importantly – poured his life into teaching his athletes to thrive as human beings. Though the book never mentions “motherhood”, Wooden’s insights about effective leadership inspire me regarding my job as a mother.

Before I return the book to the library, I thought I’d share 3 of its many highlights with you:

  • Do your best.

    Despite his incredible winning record, Wooden never spoke about winning. Never. Winning wasn’t his objective, because it wasn’t in his control. Instead, he continually encouraged his players to do their best work at very practice and every game. He strove to offer his best every day, and he expected the same from his team.
    “Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing you made the effort to do the best of which you are capable.” – John Wooden

    I want this mentality to be a part of our daily lives, too.  Instead of getting wrapped up in accomplishment, the status quo, or competition, I simply want us to do our best. As I sit at the breakfast table with our children and we prepare to begin the day, I want to remind us to do our best work today: each one of us, working unto the Lord and not unto man, being faithful with the gifts and opportunities God has given us.

    I hope I’m a mother who rallies the troops with, “Let’s all give today our very best effort!”

  • Don’t despise the little details, the daily grind, the fundamentals.

    The habits that form each day add up to shape a lifetime. Coach Wooden is famous for the time he invested in teaching his athletes precisely how to put their socks on. He cared about the shoes they wore, the laces they used, and the length of their fingernails. He cared about where their elbows were when they ran, where their eyes were when the passed the ball, and where their attention was when they scored a point (on acknowledging the player who assisted).

    Details were important to Coach Wooden because they dramatically affected the way the game was played.It’s not hard to draw the comparison to motherhood: just think of all the little details that we notice and tend to throughout the day, from sun-up until sun-down. I’m often tempted to invest my time and attention on “bigger things” and lose focus on training my children in the “little things” from bed-making to apologizing. But Wooden’s coaching inspires me to notice the details of our day-to-day and not to give up reminding, shaping, and encouraging my children to build a beautiful life upon one small decision at a time.

  • Prepare and plan each day, making it your masterpiece.

    Every morning, Coach Wooden met with his assistant coaches to evaluate the previous day’s practice and plan the day’s upcoming practice. They talked about what worked yesterday, what needed more work, and what they would like to add. They looked for adjustments and refinements. Then, they’d format the new day – minute by minute – focusing on fundamentals, conditioning, and team unity.

    A year ago, I discovered the 5-minute Journal (glorious) and have been successful at incorporating the daily questions into my morning devotional time. I’m in the process of trying to figure out how to quickly and efficiently evaluate our homeschooling experience a day at a time using this format.

    Heading into the new school year, I may add a few questions specifically about motherhood. I think it would be beneficial to begin each day considering the basic character qualities, life skills, and family dynamics that I want to build in our home.

    • “What worked yesterday?”
    • “What needs more work today?”
    • “What would I like to add today?”

I appreciated Wooden’s insights about leadership so much that I plan on borrowing some of his other books in the future. In fact, I’d love to incorporate one as a family read-aloud at some point. I think our kiddos would learn just as much about “being a team player” and “following a good leader” as they will about leadership itself.

What have you read lately that impacts your view of motherhood??


Small and On the Earth

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There were moments in my childhood when I’d be sitting in the grass, spring or summer. The sky would be blue and high. I’d pull my knees up to my chest and balance on my bottom. Every so often, a distinct awareness would rush over me – an awareness that I was sitting on the earth.

In my mind’s eye, the grass would stretch out in every direction – farther and farther – wrapping itself around the enormous round planet, and there I’d be: sitting on it.

A girl, placed delicately on an immense, slowly-spinning globe.

Like a chess piece placed intelligently on a chess board.

Or a vase of flowers placed carefully on a table.

Like a housefly that lands nimbly on a countertop, or a bird that happily balances on a limb.

Years later – when childhood was my memory – I married a man and birthed our first child. Our daughter arrived 5 weeks early and weighed less than 6 pounds. I gently lay her on her stomach for a sponge bath and draped a warm washcloth over her back. I couldn’t help but think of a roaster chicken, those little elbows poking out like chicken wings. (I didn’t mean to think that. Some similes just rush through my mind without giving me a fair chance.) I dried her off and swaddled her up.

As it turns out, our baby was slightly jaundiced and the doctors wanted her to spend some time under the lights in the NICU. At our country hospital, the NICU is the size of a walk-in-closet with two or three incubators and a kitchenette.  I didn’t want to leave her side, so the nurses rearranged the NICU and pulled in a wooden rocking chair for me. It practically took up the entire room. I sat down in the rocker, scooting it close to her little bed, speaking and singing in a low voice so she’d know I was there.

I held her whenever the nurses would let me.

We both were brand new.

In that first week of life, I felt an awareness rush over me not unlike those moments in childhood when I’d be sitting on the sloping earth. This time though, I was holding a baby in my arms and balancing our bodies together in a large rocking chair.

And I remember: I felt our smallness.

In my mind’s eye, the rocking chair grew up behind me, massive and wooden, pushing its way through the ceiling, becoming as large as the universe. Yet, my daughter and I remained so small, swaddled together, on its large wooden seat. The holiness of the moment overtook me and I found myself appealing to God for help. Oh God! We are so small!

I think about that experience when I visit my parents’ church. There, hundreds of people gather on Sunday morning to worship God in a large sanctuary. Light streams in. The ceilings are vaulted high. The choir on stage is massive – one hundred? two hundred? – people stand side-by-side and sing glorious songs. An orchestra plays. Their faces are radiant and their sound is full.

The large building, the large crowd, the large choir with its glorious sound reminds me of that moment in the NICU rocking chair.

I sing along with the choir until something catches in my throat.

I pause under the weight of reality: we are so small.

What if I could look at all of us – the singers, the standers, the hand-raisers, the cymbal players – under a microscope? We’d look like a sampling of streptococci. (Have you ever seen the beautiful arrangement of strands and circles that appear at 5,000 x strength?)

Under a microscope – the tall, the petite, the fat, the thin, the old, the young – would mostly just seem… small.

Though we are hundreds of worshipers gathered under vaulted ceilings, we are a tiny gathering of tiny creatures expressing our wonder and thanks.

Psychologists say that we inadvertently seek this experience. They say people visit places like the Grand Canyon in order to feel… small. They say we make the trek across town, or across the country, or across the world in order to gaze upon something bigger than ourselves.

They say it’s good for us to remember our smallness.

Someday, I hope to pack our bags and seek out those big landmarks that people talk about – the Grand Canyon, the Redwoods, the Desert. My husband, our children, and I will look over the expanse, peer into the depth, and gaze upon the height of things that are bigger than we are.

And we’ll wonder.

(I also day-dream of buying a plane ticket for each of our teenagers: the gift of a few hours in a seat far above the earth. What will they realize when they look out the window and see the true size of clouds, houses, cars, people?)

In the meantime though – while I’m still birthing babies, swaddling them, and rocking them – the Grand Canyon comes to me in a million ways: in a child’s smile and an elder’s wisdom, in a nesting bird and a growing puppy, in a sunrise and a sunset, in every mundane, stereotypical, already-been-said wonder.

The bigness of every little thing in the universe…

These just-glimpses of God…

They overwhelm me with the assurance that it is a gift to be small on the earth.


We Cannot Have Two Homes

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It’s official: after a year of living in town and trying to sell our farm, we are moving back. You wouldn’t believe our list of ups and downs over the past year as we’ve entertained many interested buyers. We were “so close” to selling the farm so many times, but each time things fell through.

We knew we couldn’t continue holding both properties for another year, so we jumped on the hot real estate season, put both houses up for sale, and continued to ask God to guide us.

Our current home sold within 48 hours with 2 full+ offers. (Yes, we felt the relief!)

We are happy to return to the farm. It is absolutely beautiful and a wonderful place for a family to thrive. But, we’ve had many heart-to-heart conversations about what we’d like to change, what we cannot change, and how we may live well there.

I must say, we’ve learned a lot this year.  At the top of our “Lessons Learned List” is this little nugget: we cannot have two homes.

For a year, our couches were at the farmhouse so we could continue to show the home and rent it through AirBnB.

Our pictures hung on the farmhouse walls.

Our favorite decorations stayed on the farmhouse shelves.

Meanwhile, we made do with a lovely – but sparse – home in town.

We mowed both lawns, plowed both driveways, cleaned both kitchens.

And we learned that maintaining two homes like this is exhausting. Our attention and resources were split in two.

Living like this for one year has been a powerful lesson in choosing one home over another to love and treasure.

Our year with two addresses has highlighted the benefit, blessing, and necessity of choosing one spiritual home over another: earth or Heaven? The Scriptures that advise us to store up treasures in Heaven – and not on earth – and to think about Heavenly things – and not earthly things – are spot-on. We learned that we can’t strive and scramble to make our lives comfortable here and in Heaven. We can’t invest all of our time, energy, resources, and affection on both.

It’s too exhausting. Too distracting. Too divided.

We must choose one or the other and love it with all our heart. And today is the day to choose.


Approach Motherhood Like Med School



“It’s about life. It’s about every single day being a new day, and each time you wake up, you look at the sky you’ve got as a gift. The day is here. What are you going to do with it?” – from The Talent Code

Approach motherhood like med school, but with more love.

Aim to give it your all every day. Study and learn about yourself and your children, because life depends upon it.

Look to the top instructors. Search out the best resources.

Think deeply and well about motherhood. If you are a mother, it is an essential part of your identity. It is also an essential part of your children’s identity. You and your children are worth thinking deeply about.

Always keep in mind that there is infinitely more to the subject than the handful of viral articles about helicopter parenting, simple living, safety precautions, and not spoiling kids. The articles that catch your eye are simply spring boards into understanding why their argument may be true or false, and what their ultimate effect will have upon your family and society.

Read widely concerning motherhood: leadership, sports, education, nutrition, counseling, history, and literature all have something to offer our understanding and experience of motherhood.

Experiment with new approaches, discard the things that do not work, and try again.

Be a hard, hard worker and really dive in.

Don’t get distracted by perfection, comparison, condemnation, or unreasonable goals. These will steal your joy. Instead, immerse yourself in the subject matter and learn what it means to love the art of motherhood itself. In doing so, you will learn what it means to love your children.

Motherhood is an altogether worthwhile pursuit and your work today matters.


Christians are Not a Dying Breed: Full Article at TrueWoman.com

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I know people say things like “the younger generation is leaving the church,” and that “Christians are a shrinking minority.” I know that polls point to the sure disappearance of Christians, but I also know something to encourage our fainting hearts—Christianity is thriving in God’s hands, and Christians are not a dying breed.

We never will be.

Continue reading at TrueWoman.com…


How to Begin and Nurture a Mentoring Relationship: It’s a Blessing We Can’t Afford to Miss!

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To complement my post at Revive Our Hearts True Woman Blog today, I thought I’d write about a way in which God has used biblical mentoring in my life. Many, many women have enriched my life over the years – my own mother being at the very top of the list – but I thought that today, I’d share one specific story of how God has blessed me with an enduring friendship.  This is the story of how one “older woman” in the Church has encouraged and equipped me to live for God’s glory.


I met Lois 11 years ago when Ryan and I moved into our first home. I was eager to meet people in the neighborhood, so when I discovered that our next-door neighbor sold Pampered Chef, I threw a Pampered Chef party and invited all of the ladies in the neighborhood. Lois attended with her two teenage daughters. I was immediately drawn to her friendliness and approachability. I was also quite impacted by the sweet interactions between Lois and her two daughters. I was pregnant with our first child and I was already thinking about the type of relationship I wanted to have with my children: I saw something beautiful in how Lois included her daughters in conversation and respected them, not to mention how they seemed to love and respect her in return. A week or two later, when the Pampered Chef items arrived at my door, I organized them into delivery bags and wrote a little note to each person as a means of continuing our budding relationships. On Lois’ note, I wrote something about how I appreciated her friendliness and was looking forward to spending more time with her.

Our friendship developed quite naturally after that. We’d take walks around the block, meet up at the park, or enjoy meals together. Because she lived right around the corner, I often stopped by for “neighborly visits” mid-day… I was clueless that I was interrupting a homeschool day. When Lois opened her door with a smile on her face and invited me in, I assumed that she had just been waiting for me to arrive!  (Little did I know at the time, homeschooling 4 children is an all-consuming task…) However, Lois consistently demonstrated that people are more important than tasks. She prioritized me over her to-do list. Now that I am homeschooling 4 children of my own, I deeply appreciate her compassionate and Christlike worldview.

Very early in our relationship, Lois would ask me for my prayer requests. She wrote them all down in her annual spiral notebook and faithfully prayed for me. Then, she’d follow-up on those requests over the days and weeks to come.

I experienced pre-term labor at 32 weeks of my pregnancy, putting me on bed-rest for several weeks. Lois and her children cleaned and cooked for us, and visited me often. Toward the end of my bed-rest, they organized a neighborhood baby shower for us. When Vivienne was born in May, they visited us in the hospital and took wonderful care of us at home. Lois led all of her children in loving Vivienne. When I returned to teaching a few days a week, they watched Vivienne for me and loved her like family. Even Lois’ 12 year-old son took a special interest in Vivienne and actually became dear friends with her. (He’s a very funny person and he’d undergo the wildest antics just to make her laugh. To this day, I attribute Jonny with Vivienne’s adorable sense of humor.)


I didn’t realize that God was putting Lois in place to be a comfort and help during a very hard season of our lives.

When Vivienne was a few months old, Ryan and I experienced a major blow to our marriage. Deep, complicated issues surfaced that caused us to separate.  I thought we were heading toward a divorce, but God surrounded us with a team of 4 people who would not let us go until they saw God’s powerful redemption in our lives.

Lois and her husband Mark were two of those people. As if they had nothing else to do, they spent hours counseling us and praying for us. It was during this time that Lois and I truly became dear, dear friends. In the beginning of the separation, she was a prayerful support and listener. Once I was strong enough to consider my own responsibilities in our weak marriage, Lois spoke directly to me, “You need to stop acting like you are Ryan’s mother.” Because Lois so rarely corrected or advised me in this manner, her words went straight to my heart. I learned a great deal from her correction and God began to change me – and our marriage – from the inside, out.

After a 40-day separation, Ryan and I came back together. We were new people. And our marriage was new. The transformation that God had begun in each of our hearts was miraculous. To this day, Ryan and I often talk about how thankful and amazed we are by the great work God has done.

For the next 5 years, Lois faithfully mentored me, teaching me how to love my husband and children. My learning curve was gradual, but I was an eager student and Lois was a faithful, consistent teacher. (There was no reason I shouldn’t have known these things; my life had been saturated with wonderful examples and encouragement! But once I was actually married, I didn’t have a clue about how to actually be a wife or a mother. My sinfulness, immaturity, and the surrounding feminist culture had really taken a toll on my worldview.)

During every casual encounter, Lois shared the scripture and insights that she was learning in her marriage. She’d pass along favorite books and magazine articles and give me recordings of helpful sermons. She invited me to a homeschool conference and helped me to navigate the homeschooling world. My bookshelf is full of resources that Lois has given me… this doesn’t compare to how my heart, mind, and attitudes are full of instruction and encouragement that she has given to me over the years.


Six years ago, we moved out of our beloved first home to Ryan’s family farm in the country. Though the move changed the frequency of my visits with Lois, it didn’t change the depth of our friendship. Shortly after we moved, Lois’ daughter was married at our farm. It was a beautiful and blessed day…  precisely what Ryan and I dreamed would happen on our property. We were so thankful to have something to offer our dear friends in return for their faithful love over the years. I treasure this memory.

Lois’ family has loved and cherished each one of our children – and we love them in return. Lois sends a personalized birthday card to each child. When she visits, our children think she has come to visit them personally. Without fail, she gives each one time and attention… and they love it! Art projects and musical instruments come out of hiding, games are suggested, bedrooms are shown, new “tricks” are demonstrated… I usually have to provide an interesting distraction for the kids just so I can have some time with her to myself. 

Despite the distance between us, Lois and I have maintained our relationship over recent years. She always seems undaunted by my tendency toward independence and introversion. She consistently overlooks my fear of rejection. (Like many women, I am very sensitive to resistance and I back down quickly if I think I’m a burden or obligation to someone.) Though we both have full lives, we try to connect with one another monthly. To tell you the truth, usually, our get-togethers are initiated or scheduled by Lois. Just when my little family is in the doldrums of “getting through life,” Lois will call and schedule a game night, saying, “I’ll bring the games AND the food!” She and her family come in the door with smiles and light hearts; we have a wonderful evening together, always ending in prayer for one another. Every Christmas, we try to get our families together for a Christmas party, complete with a feast, games, and the annual “Find the Christmas Pickle” game.

A few years ago, when we were still living at the farm, Lois invited me to a 12-week Bible study on being a godly wife. I said, “yes!” and made the weekly trip into town to meet with a handful of other young wives in Lois’ living room. We encouraged one another in our marriages and prayed for one another. I think that each and every one of us saw our marriages blossom because of that study. It had been 7 years since Ryan and I experienced our marital trauma… Seven years of God’s restoration and transformation in our lives! How wonderful it was to return to the same basic biblical principles and to continue to grow in my calling to love and honor Ryan.


I can’t begin to describe the impact that Lois has made on our lives, but I do know a few things:

  • God uses her to teach me His character, His ways, and His love for me.
  • God uses her to teach me how to love Ryan.
  • God uses her to teach me how to love my children.
  • God uses her to teach me how to love and celebrate people.
  • God uses her to teach me how to pray. (Instead of giving specific advice, Lois’ typical heartfelt response to my questions, problems, and trials is “God will show you what to do.” Though a pat answer with a prescribed formula would be easier, Lois consistently ushers me into God’s presence, reminding me that I do not live and work “unto man”, but “unto God”. I am deeply grateful for her confidence that God will personally care for and guide me.)

Years ago, Lois and I were sitting on her front step when she encouraged me to smile at my family members throughout the day.  I thought about how my own mother’s cheerful disposition deeply blessed my childhood and decided to give it a try. To this day, I believe that besides prayer, smiling is the single-most important thing I do to build a happy home.

Lois has helped me to consider home life as a stimulating area of study and lifestyle. Over the past 10 years, she has encouraged me to read and study extensively about nutrition, exercise, childhood development, education, gender roles, communication, conflict-resolution, prayer, marriage, and theology.

The wealth of study, apprenticeship, experience, and trial-and-error that I have gained in the context of mentorship are far greater than any college degree I could have received in any of those subjects.  

I’m convinced that the time and energy we invest in our homes will not result in “empty nests”.  God intends for a woman’s heart and home to be full and always becoming fuller… with the help of many mentors.

I love this about God’s design.

I am continually blessed by women of all ages who love me and offer their attention and wisdom to me… I don’t know who I’d be or how I’d be living if it weren’t for other women teaching me how to live for God’s glory.  

The Titus 2 model is one of God’s greatest blessings to His daughters.

What would I do without older women?

And now, my prayer is to become one myself.

(Take a Summer’s Challenge! Invite another woman to work through these 100 Questions to Fuel a Mentoring Relationship. This could be one of the best things you add to your Summer 2016 Bucket List! Click over to the True Woman Blog to get started.)


Look for the Shining Moments: My Shot at “Chicken Soup for the Soccer Mom’s Soul”

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In the middle of the winter, we needed to get our boy running around. So, we signed him up for Soccer Shots at a church around the bend. It was a wonderful experience and exactly what he needed: an honest and helpful coach, lots of exercise, and a first-time exposure to playing on a team. The first day, I felt like weeping for the entire hour: Malachi is a sporty little guy and he was in his element. During the scrimmage, he ran ahead of the ball to defend his team’s goal. He was in that goal when the opposing team came up for the shot. And he deflected it. After he did this a couple of times, the coach said, “You’re a good defender, Malachi!” My mother’s heart welled up with emotion as I longed for that statement to be true of him… not simply on the soccer field but in life. I even wrote the quote on big sheet of white butcher paper and hung it in Malachi’s room. I added Proverbs 31:8-9 and we often read it together in the morning.

“Open your mouth for the mute, for the rights of all who are destitute. Open your mouth, judge righteously, defend the rights of the poor and needy.”

In my opinion, this was a defining and shining moment for our son.

Throughout the 2-month season, I noticed that some of the children were more inclined to athletics than others: some were strong, fast, and coordinated, while others simply were not. One little boy, in particular, seemed to have no interest in soccer at all. He was often day-dreaming or pretending he was a superhero. His father would yell guidance from the sidelines, “Get the ball, Stevie!” “Kick the ball, Stevie!” “Pay attention, Stevie!”

I could tell his dad wanted his son to excel in soccer, but things were not going his way.

On the final day of lessons, one of the more athletic boys accidentally knocked over his own younger brother in pursuit of a goal. The younger brother – maybe 3 years old – fell over in a precarious way and seriously injured himself. The coach and the father immediately ran to the rescue and decided that he should be brought to the hospital asap. The atmosphere was tense as the father picked his tender 3-year-old up and walked him to the door. The rest of us sat for several minutes in stunned silence – the kids seemed frozen in place on the field – as the father and the coach worked things out and made plans to get the older brother home safely.

While all of that was going on, I noticed that the day-dreaming superhero came over and placed a strong hand on the older brother’s shoulder. He looked him in the eye to make sure he was alright and he stood by his side until the father left, the coach returned, and the tension dissipated. He was just four years old, and yet he showed stunning maturity: he recognized that the older brother was feeling guilty, lonely, and confused and he immediately come to his rescue with a strong arm of friendship and support. No one had to yell instructions from the sidelines, “Comfort him, Stevie!” He just knew what to do, when to do it. I’m telling you, it was a magnificent sight.  I don’t think he ever got a goal… all season long. I don’t even know if he kicked the ball in a scrimmage! But, suddenly he was the most valuable player on the team.

I wish I would have had the whereabouts to say, “You’re a good comforter, Stevie!”


The Best Assurance of Your Salvation: Nothing Can Separate You From Christ

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When your child lays in bed at night and wonders again and again if her confession of faith really counted, have you ever pointed her to the story of the Flood? Or the Exodus?

When you have doubts about your own salvation, do you look for comfort in the Exile? Or the Diaspora?

These Old Testament stories are more than Sunday School lessons in Christian behavior; they are a collection of evidence that God is faithful to His promises – to His people – through every circumstance and every generation. When we read them, we learn that He will never abandon His beloved, no matter what. These are the accounts that sooth the sin-weary soul.

These are the accounts that build our faith in God.

Consider the time of the Exile and the ensuing Diaspora. After the Jewish people were exiled from Jerusalem, they wondered if God’s covenant with them was still “on”. They probably lay in their beds and doubted their salvation, just as we do ours at times. They had every reason to wonder: God had continually beckoned them to repent of idolatry and disobedience, but they didn’t. They were very much just like us.

They were facing circumstances that shook their faith.

God allowed the terrible suffering of attack, exile, slavery, and dispersal to correct, heal, and win His people back. Their beloved Jerusalem was destroyed along with the city wall and the temple. Their families were torn apart, and their culture, land, and community were completely uprooted.

The safety nets that had given them a sense of peace with God – the temple, priests, prophets, land, and community – were all gone.

All that remained was God himself.

Years after the exile, when King Cyrus the Great allowed the Jews to return to Jerusalem, some returned only to discover that the land was in disarray and the rebuilding project was difficult to jumpstart. Though they were back home, they wondered, “Are we still God’s people?”

Countless others chose to stay in Persia where they struggled with the same question.

For Jewish people living in the Diaspora – after the exile – the big, theological question was, “Are we still God’s people?”  

The books of Ezra, Nehemiah, and 2 Chronicles answer the Jewish people who returned to Jerusalem.

The book of Esther answers those who stayed in Persia.

In every case, the resounding answer is, “Yes. You are still God’s people. Count on Him to keep His covenant.”

When we read Scripture, one day at a time, our faith in our covenant-keeping God grows. For example, we can look for His persistence and faithfulness in the book of Esther: just when everything tangible about God has disappeared, He’s still there orchestrating events and directing hearts because He tenaciously loves His people.

Look for His faithfulness in every Old Testament story you know: notice again and again that His love does not depend on our merit or perfection, but upon His just, faithful, and loving character. Then look at the Cross, where every Old Testament story finds its home and rest: there we see the one person full of merit and perfection – Jesus Christ – who embodies God’s love for us all along.

Usually, when we doubt our salvation, we are actually doubting our own merit, doubting our ability to live up to God’s standards. In such doubting, we are spot-on. However, we must remember that the truth of our inadequacy is only part of salvation. Our salvation does not rest in our recognition of our own failures, weaknesses, and sins.  Our salvation rests in Christ alone, who loves us and gave His life for us.

The essence of salvation is trusting this God who keeps His promises, soothes our doubts, and saves the day every time we cannot.

“I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8: 38-39

“Brothers, my heart’s desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved. For I bear them witness that they have a zeal for God, but not according to knowledge. For, being ignorant of the righteousness of God, and seeking to establish their own, they did not submit to God’s righteousness. For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to everyone who believes. For Moses writes about the righteousness that is based on the law, that the person who does the commandments shall live by them. But the righteousness based on faith says, “Do not say in your heart, ‘Who will ascend into heaven?’” (that is, to bring Christ down) “or ‘Who will descend into the abyss?’” (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead). But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim); 9because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.” For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him. For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” from Romans 10

My Blog’s Make-Over: Thanks to Ryan, Andy, and Janet

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If blogs could turn sepia at the edges, I’m pretty sure mine was.  As much as I loved it, 10MillionMiles.com was beginning to look a bit… vintage. It needed a fresh coat of paint, a new url, and some wind in its sails! So for Christmas, Ryan gave me the gift of an upgrade. He hired our dear friends, Andy and Janet Mylin to design the header and offer advice about the template.  Janet (Instagram “j.mylin”) painted the lilies-and-asters and Andy (andymylin.com) designed the font and style.

I couldn’t be happier.

I’m so grateful to them! And I’m deeply grateful to my husband for believing in my craft, investing in it, and rigging up the technical side of my life – transferring my domain from 10MillionMiles.com to LauraBooz.com and figuring everything else out, too.

Here’s to talented and generous people who make me stronger every day.


Will Today’s Headlines Shape Civilization?

LauraMinistry, Resources, The Book of Esther


Do you ever wonder if God is truly attentive to the world’s affairs?

Does He care about politics?

Does He care where we live and what we do with our time?

Are our concerns His concerns?

The book of Esther sheds light on these age-old questions. We’ve been studying Esther in our local women’s Bible study and I was blown away by the historical background of the book. I want to share it with you because I think it will charge you up. (Even if you hated history in high school, read on! I think there’s a treat in here for you.)

History 101: The Persian Empire in 3 Paragraphs

So, the whole story of Esther begins with a banquet hosted by The King of Persia, King Xerxes (a.k.a King Ahasuerus). He was a real, historical king who ruled the Persian Empire that stretched across most of the known world at the time. King Xerxes had extravagant wealth, unlimited power, and unrivaled pretension. Historians report that he made himself known as “King of Persia and Media“, “Great King”, “King of Kings” and “King of Nations”. He was a big shot.

Xerxes inherited the kingdom from his father, King Darius, who, like every carnal king wasn’t content with his vast empire: he wanted more land and more power. Darius had his eye on acquiring Greece. He led Persia into the First Persian War (492 – 490 B.C.) that included the Battle of Marathon. Surprisingly, Persia lost. (Legend has it that a Greek messenger named Pheidippides ran the 26.1 miles from the coast to Athens with news of Greece’s victory. This inspired the athletic feat that makes it onto countless Bucket Lists today.) At any rate, this battle was extremely significant because it indicated to the Greeks that Persia could be beaten.

King Darius came home from the battle hoping to return to Greece to reverse the embarrassing loss. But, homeland trouble arose and he died before he could teach Greece a lesson.  His son, King Xerxes, inherited the responsibility of finishing the job.

How this connects to the book of Esther:

When we open the book of Esther and read about the lavish feast for the “armies of Persia and Media and the nobles and governors of the provinces”, we are entering history around 483 BC when King Xerxes was preparing to return to Greece. He was sharing his riches and glory in order to gather support, build an unbeatable army, and prepare his expedition.

That’s the famous scene in which Queen Vashti refuses the King’s command that she parade in front of his drunken friends.

Shortly after these martial feasts, we meet a Jewish orphan girl named Esther who is taken into the King’s harem and eventually selected as the new queen.

The rest of the book of Esther records the surprising and significant way God used Esther to preserve His people from annihilation, ultimately keeping His promise to provide a Messiah, the Savior of the World.

The story of Esther is an unforgettable demonstration of God’s undeniable involvement in our lives, even when we cannot see Him in obvious ways.

What’s NOT in the book of Esther:

At the same time that Esther is becoming Queen, King Xerxes is leading his massive army back to Greece to fight the Battle at Salamis. He set his throne up on the cliffs by the sea in order to watch his impressive ships and record the heroic deeds of his generals. He was bound to win. But, in an unexpected turn of events, Persia lost to Greece. Again.

Historians call The Battle of Salamis, “The Battle that Saved Western Civilization” and “one of the most significant battles in human history” because it stopped the Persian advance. This demoralized Persia and made a way for Greece to grow in power. Eventually, Alexander the Great rose to power in Greece and swept over the entire Persian Empire, changing civilization forever.

The impact was huge…

“If the Greeks had lost at Salamis, the ensuing conquest of Greece by the Persians would have effectively stifled the growth of Western Civilization as we know it.[140] This view is based on the premise that much of modern Western society, such as philosophy, science, personal freedom and democracy are rooted in the legacy of Ancient Greece.[4] Thus, this school of thought argues that, given the domination of much of modern history by Western Civilization, Persian domination of Greece might have changed the whole trajectory of human history.[2] It is also worth mentioning that the celebrated blossoming of hugely influential Athenian culture occurred only after the Persian wars were won.”

Why This Applies to You and Me, Today:

When you google “King Xerxes” or “The Persian Empire”, you’ll read about The Battle of Marathon and The Battle of Salamis. What a significant time in history! Entire kingdoms were shifting. Civilization as we know it was being shaped. The details of these battles are the big headlines of ancient times.

The story of Queen Esther is a mere subplot on history’s timeline – if it’s mentioned at all.

Yet, when you read the book of Esther, the kings and battles that historians call “the major pivot point of human history” are merely a subplot to God’s record of history.

While the battles were raging and the kings were struggling for power, God was quietly – yet profoundly – at work to preserve a small, insignificant people group and to save the world in His own way.

How much more did this affect civilization?

God’s ways are different than our own.

The headlines that we believe are newsworthy may not be as big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.

Instead, the people and circumstances that we overlook – the small and the ordinary  – may be the ways in which God is shaping history, influencing civilization, and changing the world one kingdom at a time.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
9For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9   

Then the seventh angel blew his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, saying, “The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, and he shall reign forever and ever.” Revelation 11: 15