03/25/2025
There’s been a lot of talk in my life the last week about lifelines. More specifically, there’s been a lot of people in my life talking about how they NEED a lifeline. The words I keep hearing from multiple mouths are the same. Stuck. Trapped. Lost. Overwhelmed. Drained. Empty. Frankly, it’s pretty bleak out there folks. The phrase, “You need Jesus” has never been so present in my mind. One person tells me that they’ve worked so hard to give grace to so many others that they forgot that God wants to give them grace to refill their own cup. Another shares that they’re so disheartened trying to advocate for others through their career that they doubt why God even brought them to that place and wasted the time. Still another tells me the enemy just keeps coming at them so hard they feel like they are up against the ropes and can’t breathe.
The picture above is of my sister, Shelby. She has found a passion for making charcuterie boards (you can order yours through her IG, ), and the board she is seen making is one that was made for our women’s Bible study that met for the third time last night. Boy howdy, the women that showed up were heaven sent. For two hours we prayed, praised God, asked hard questions, read the Word, and enjoyed great snacks. We talked about what prayer sounded like. We encouraged each other to be unafraid of running to God. We lifted each other up in every person’s faith walk to push past self-limiting beliefs of who we think we are and to see ourselves as God’s daughters; women who were given great purpose to further His love and ministry. The awesome thing was, nobody left with their head hanging last night. Nobody left fearing that the enemy was just waiting with another hammer fist or gut punch. We leaned into the fellowship that is so necessary as a Christian to be in.
As an athlete (a retired one 😊) I can tell you, the hardest game of your life is after playing ALL the way back through the loser’s bracket. It’s hot. You’re tired. Your arm feels like it’s going to all off. Your fingers are swollen. You’ve lost track of how many pitches you’ve thrown. The opposing team is neck and neck with yours and the game winning run is on second. And the coach (who happens to be your dad) sends the call to throw another drop ball. You think, “Coach I can’t. I can’t even feel my hands anymore. I have to check that the ball is even in my hand cause I can’t feel it.” And you look to the catcher behind the plate, your teammate. And she gives you the nod to bring it. To go hard. To have faith that what you have practiced for so long will once again come through for victory. Your third baseman slaps her mitt and yells her encouragement to be strong, keep going. And suddenly you realize that while you’re in the midst of the battle, your teammates, your fellowship, are surrounding you and lifting you up so you can win the next battle against the enemy.
As my dad would say, “If you’re still reading…” turn to your fellowship to bolster your faith. If you’re struggling, turn to Jesus and ask who He would have give you counsel. If you are looking to serve, ask God who He would have you serve and support. We can’t do any of this alone, and we weren’t meant to. Don’t let the enemy continue gain footholds by trying to fight alone in the dark. Reach out. There’s a lifeline waiting.
