All in Faith

Go Ahead and Pour From An Empty Cup

Go Ahead and Pour From An Empty Cup

Nicole Lawrence
Faith, Mommyhood

It’s 2:30 am, the baby wakes you up with a scream at decibels only a mother can hear, in your daze of stumbling through your checklist of things to make her settle down you hear the faintest little voice say, “mommy, mommy I need water”, you fill the sippy cup and settle the baby then after your thoughts finish their 30 minute racing cycle you drift off to sleep, but not a restful one because you know this routine so well that the 4 more wake ups will come as sure as baby waking up before the sun ever reflects a single ray onto the dawn.


Sound familiar?

Unstuck - A Different New Year Resolution

Unstuck - A Different New Year Resolution

Nicole Lawrence
Faith

As we enter this new year our news feeds are drowning in people ready with their huge goals and fancy vision boards ready to attack this year with great gusto. Everyone is leveling up, moving up, stepping up and you feel like you can’t even get up. You read these posts and your mind is overwhelmed. On one hand you want to be just like them, so for a moment you adopt their attitude of enthusiasm and feel ready to conquer the world. But quickly, you retreat and flee, because you feel so unequipped in this season to do much more than get unstuck.

Messy Families, Perfect Love

Messy Families, Perfect Love

Nicole Lawrence
Faith

Christmas is synonymous with many wonderful things, but often it also gifts us with awful things like extra stress. As we search our heart we find that most of these are self inflicted like the stress of finding the perfect gift, the stress of baking the best Christmas sweets, the stress of designing the most festive meaningful holiday experience for your children, the stress of attending the multitude of the seasons’ parties and events. Then there is the specialty stress, the one that Satan thrives on this time of the year - the stress of families. As you read those words I’m sure there is a twinge in your heart of what's to come next week, a brief negative thought that enters your mind and grows from a mild stress to Santa-sized sack full of irritation, resentment, anger, and bitterness.

A Chosen Mother

A Chosen Mother

Nicole Lawrence
Faith, Mommyhood

The anticipation of welcoming a child into your home multiplies until the weight of it seems almost too heavy to bear, but there is a safety net. As long as this baby is growing inside me, he or she is safe. The hopes of the future are big and the seeds of plans are small, but mighty in idealistic fruition. When Elizabeth, Mary’s cousin, visited her during her pregnancy with Jesus, she was filled with a bounty of excitement. Her words documented in Luke chapter 2 are dripping with anticipation, joy, and hope. “Oh, how my soul praises the Lord. How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior! For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and from now on all generations will call me blessed.” I can recall several conversations when I was pregnant with my first baby that were also filled with words that seemed larger than life.

Hope - Here Our Purpose Exists; Hearts Open, Patiently Expecting

Hope - Here Our Purpose Exists; Hearts Open, Patiently Expecting

Nicole Lawrence
Faith

Hope is a funny thing. When you’re in deficit it is like going to swipe your card at the store and the warning sign, “insufficient funds,” appears in a glaring verbiage shooting fear and panic through your body. When our balance of hope is just enough to live off of we keep it to ourselves, because we are holding our breath in tense anticipation that losing any might send us into a hope debt. But when we are living in abundant excess, we should share our wealthy hope, making it rain on others.

Small Decisions, Big Ripples - A Heavenly Echoing Marriage

Nicole Lawrence
Marriage, Faith

We are always one step away from a changed life. I hate to simplify it, because I’m a big believer that life is never black or white, that tones of greys to yellows and every hue in between is where we all operate in. But as I sit here next to my person, the one whose picked up my emotional baggage and carefully packed it away into the drawers of our joined life, I reflect on these last 5 years. When is the last time we’ve held hands walking through the store instead of hastily stuffing them in our pockets? When is the last time we ignored what was on our phones and got lost in a conversation to get to know each other better?When is the last time we let that small greeting peck linger into a tingle worthy kiss? When is the last time date night was leisurely instead of a rush to enjoy our children’s company over each other’s?

Called to Love In the Middle of a Political Storm

Called to Love In the Middle of a Political Storm

Nicole Lawrence
Faith

I wish as much as each person we had the superpower to read each person’s thoughts pointing us to the map of their hearts. Then intentions wouldn’t be hidden left for us to unjustly question and assume. Thankfully that monstrous task is left to God alone.

So what are we called to do when we feel shipwrecked by this political storm?

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