Lost & Found

It's Time to Tell Ourselves the Truth

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How many times per day do you need to tell yourself the truth?

By “truth”, I mean this truth:

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? -Romans 8:31

Romans, in its back-and-forth Paul-questioning-himself format, sums up the gospel in a hundred tidy little ways, but this truth—that God is for us and therefore nothing can be against us—knocks the ball out of the ballpark, doesn’t it?

It’s a biblical mic drop to end all mic drops.

Idioms aside, we really need to take a look at Paul’s letter to the Romans with fresh eyes these days. Your year may feel as embattled as mine, because in addition to the personal hardships and hurdles, we have this shared suffering that is a pandemic. We can go to bed every night convinced that God and everyone are against us.

But that’s not the truth.

I’ve had the privilege of listening to a hundred stories over the past few years because I wrote a book about our journey into and through hyper-religion, and so when I’ve been invited to tell our story, I get to hear your stories, too. Boy, if you ever want to believe you’re not alone, tell your story.

What I’ve learned is that hands-down, 100% of the time, we just cannot believe that God is for us. Our biggest sin and deepest struggle is that we just don’t believe how much God loves us.

But that’s the truth.

You will know the truth when you read his words, like these:

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. -Romans 5:6, English Standard Version

Those words also read like this:

When we were utterly helpless, with no way of escape, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners who had no use for him. -Romans 5:6, The Living Bible

And this:

Christ arrives right on time to make this happen. He didn’t, and doesn’t, wait for us to get ready. He presented himself for this sacrificial death when we were far too weak and rebellious to do anything to get ourselves ready. -Romans 5:6, The Message

Christ arrived. We didn’t know we needed him. He didn’t make us do anything. He just loved us. That’s the truth. If there were ever an illustration of how much God loves us and that we don’t need to clean up, “get right” with him, act all religious, be a good person, try real hard, and rescue puppies to make him like us, the books of Romans is it.

You can lay down your hurt. You can talk to your fear. We can come back to the truth every morning and remember that he loves us, period. In a world that expects some sort of economic return, it’s a truth beyond our understanding. But then, what kind of supernatural love would it be if we could comprehend?

Just believe. You can ask God to help you believe it and he will. It’s the truth. And we couldn’t ever be good enough to earn the love of God, anyway.



Lost & Found Printable Graphics for You!

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It has been a year since Lost & Found: Losing Religion, Finding Grace hit bookstores. I am so grateful for the readers and the feedback. Seems I'm not the only one who got stuck in the mire of religious behavior.

My local friend Holly created a couple of lovely calligraphy quotes from the book that I want to share with you. Just right-click on the one you want and save it to your device. You can then use it as wallpaper, a screen saver, a placemat, scratch paper for your kiddos to paint. . .

I believe these words with my whole heart because they are simply the truth of the gospel: God hates evil, fights its effects on your behalf, and loves you relentlessly. He could have chosen an infinite number of ways to achieve that, but He chose one. My desire as I continue to write here (and a new book, too!) is that I get out of the way so you can see that one great hope — Jesus

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Hope For Parenting the Extraordinary

Before Mighty Joe came along and fought the Enterovirus, I had no real understanding of seizures and medical issues and pretty much anything parents of kids with special needs go through. Joe has fewer "issues" then other kids with brain damage to the extent of his, but we still live our lives in a flux state that has to allow for what happened this morning.

I'm going to spare you the details, but here's what's good for folks without special needs in their homes to know: We parents with these extraordinary kiddos never get to turn off. 

Remember when you had a toddler or two? Remember how you always had to have an ear and an eye cocked in order to know what exactly they were doing at all times? This is the unrelenting reality of the parent of a child with special needs. There is no "off". 

I won't drag you into a pity party because Joe is now 9 and this has been our 9-year reality. It has actually been my 24-year reality because of the older kids and their toddler years that just all smooshed into Joe's life. He's the preschooler that doesn't progress. 

It doesn't end.

I sit with my closest friend-mom-of-a-child-with-special-needs and we spill our frustrations and joys. Kid you not, last night she texted me at 11:30 PM from the ER because her 18-year-old mentally retarded daughter got a ring stuck so firmly on her finger, it turned purple and took an entire ER team an hour to get the offending ring off while she spit in anger and kicked her mother and sister and screamed. 

This morning I texted her that Joe had just finished an 8-minute seizure that showed no signs of stopping until I pushed his heavy body onto its side so I could get the emergency meds suppository administered (that was fun) and watch him come down from the convulsing that left a huge, foaming pool of spit all over him and a sore hand that smacked the wall repeatedly before I got to him and held it down.

Neither my friend nor I know when the next event like these will occur. There is no "off". 

Joe is in the bath as I'm writing this. My day has had to change, from plans to be out and accomplishing tasks to what I can get done while keeping my ears and eyes wide open on him. 

Where is the hope for parents on seizure watch and parents of toddlers and parents of adult kids with the mentality of a preschooler? We're all parenting the extraordinary in one way or another. Where is the hope for me?

Hope always, always, always abounds in the goodness of God. I'm not one for prescribing anything, because I well know after years spent placing my hope in methods and "prescriptions" that the only true hope is in what God has done for us, but if you need a tool of ministry, there is no better RX than the Word of God. Start here?

Many are saying of my soul,
‘There is no salvation for him in God.’
But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
I cried aloud to the Lord,
and he answered me from his holy hill.
I lay down and slept;
I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of many thousands of people
who have set themselves against me all around.
— Psalm 3:2-6, ESV

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