Tonight Luke and I went to eat with some friends from church. On our way home we passed car after car with Louisiana tags and it was all I could do not to burst into tears. Can you imagine cramming all you can fit into your vehicle knowing what you left behind will likely be lost? Somehow, seeing all those evacuees made the seriousness of what they are facing seem so much more real. I want to do something and yet I feel so helpless.
So, in my weakness I thought I’d pray and ask you to do the same. I pray these families are finding refuge, both physically and spiritually. I pray this storm dissipates but if it doesn’t, that those who are affected will not lose heart. I pray we will be God’s hands to those who will need aid – again.
I pray.
Will you?
UPDATE:
Rachel from A Future Pastor’s Wife has checked in. She and her family have fled the campus of New Orleans Seminary for safety. Again, this becomes so much more real when you can touch real lives who are affected. I’m sure Rachel would appreciate your visits and prayers.
P.S. Go see my friend Fran to see how her church is ministering to over 125 evacuees. Awesome stuff!
“The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.” ~ Psalm 9:9-10

Okay y’all, I promise this is the last batch of San Antonio pictures. I have my entire album uploaded on my Facebook if you want to see more! Here are a few from Saturday’s Fiesta.
The Siesta Fiesta itself consisted of Beth, Amanda, and Melissa joining our group for a Q&A Session. I was so excited Paige from LifeWay let me ask Siesta Mama a question. (Will you be disappointed to know I asked about blogging? I figure it’s a given she loves Jesus so I wanted to know how in the world she fits computer time into an otherwise crazy schedule.) Beth was so gracious in explaining just how much the Siestas have given her a sense of community within her ministry. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to love those you teach so much and yet feel you can’t really get to know the women in your classes. If I understood her heart, the LPM Blog (thanks to darlin’ Amanda’s suggestion) has given that back to her in some small way. I have to tell you something else weird. I always thought that if I ever got a chance to talk to Beth I would cry. The thing is, since a lot of us ‘talk’ with her online, that initial nervousness wasn’t there. It was like talking with a friend. Definitely a highlight of the trip for me. Thanks, Moore Girls!
This is Lindsee from Lindsee Lou. She is one of the most darlin’ twenty somethings I’ve ever met. It’s so refreshing seeing someone her age chasing so hard after God and being patient with His moving in her life. And, I should mention again she has great bangs. She didn’t think so here, but I disagree. They are smooth perfection.
This is Stepanie from Ocean Mommy and Nikki. This weekend was my first connection with both of them and I am officially crazy about these girls!
This was the PJ Party. Someone please tell me who is on the far left? I know we talked but I’m so sorry! I just can’t remember your sweet name! In the middle is Robyn from Three Girls Mom and then my dear friend, Mocha with Linda.
Georgia (Georgia for God), Stephanie (Ocean Mommy), Fran (Blessed by Him), Sophie (BooMama) and Me at the PJ Party.
Me, Stephanie, Fran, and Melanie (Big Mama).
Me and Amy Beth from Ministry So Fabulous. She is so fabulous y’all. Notice our creative posing skillz.
Is anyone still utterly exhausted besides me? I can’t seem to get my mojo back.
Dang, I just accidentally deleted my cute signature again.
Lisa
No doubt you girls have seen recaps of Siesta Mama’s message all over the place, but it would be neglectful, and lo even shameful, for me to post picture after picture of all the wonderful girls with whom I shared the weekend and not mention my Jesus who was the highlight of the whole thing.
Beth’s message was based on Psalm 16 and I can honestly say I will never read it the same way again. She spoke on boundaries and dwelling within the place God has portioned us. One idea that I’ve always been blown away by is the fact that I am God’s inheritance. That He is Mine and..what? I am His? That has always seemed like a pitiful exchange to me. I’ve always believed the only way God could ever be pleased with me as His portion was if I was lumped in with many, many others whose offerings were more significant than mine.
But, I can not ignore the entirety of Scripture which is full of God’s dealings with individuals. I can not forget that flawed David was the apple of His eye. That He stood near bold Paul in his moments of fear. That He spoke person-to-person with peasant girls and fisherman and kings. As God continues His work of preparing a plural people for His inheritance, we can never forget that people is made up of a singular you and me – each of us pieces that make up the collective treasure. And yet, mysteriously, if there was but one coin in the chest God would consider it just as valuable. I can barely take that in.
There is so much more I could say here but I have to be honest and tell you there are some things that God spoke to me that I want to hold and ponder in my own heart. Though I like to think I live my faith out in the open, there are some things that are tender, intimate and that I consider my personal, private treasures. He is mine, indeed. Fair trade or not…:)
I am reminded of one of my favorite songs. I hope these lyrics speak to your soul like they do mine.





