What Ferguson, Missouri Teaches Us

Two friends have asked that I turn my fb status into a blogpost, so here goes:

The cycle continues...

The cycle continues…

As I read the news this morning, my heart plunged a little deeper. History has repeated itself again yet parts of the church have remained silent–cloaked behind cultural differences and innuendos. A harsh reality is this: many have not forgiven nor forgotten what transpired a little less than 50 years ago. Ferguson has caused old wounds to fester and it needs true healing not a bandaid but true internal surgery. At the core, this is not a #‎race‬ issue nor a ‪#‎political‬ issue. This is a ‪#‎sin‬ issue. This is a #heart issue. Our heart is deceitful. we honestly cannot trust it. The headlines prove why. ‪#‎Hate‬ and harboring offense are both seen as sin in GOD’s eyes. God is not most concerned with your church. He is most concerned with HIS church. Wrong is wrong and if an action elicits a wrong response then it is sin. I commend my brothers and sisters (all people groups) who are brave enough to call out injustice and in their own relationships seek mercy. We are guilty in lauding our offense over Christ’s call to be ONE body. As followers of Christ, we cannot choose our privilege nor our right over Jesus’ call to truly love one another especially if we claim Him to be LORD of our lives. It is not ‘us’ versus ‘them’. It is ‘we’.

The enemy is an opportunist. He cares nothing for the offender nor the offended but seeks opportunity to divide. Choose differently

‘Is there any encouragement from belonging to Christ? Any comfort from his love? Any fellowship together in the Spirit? Are your hearts tender and compassionate? Then make me truly happy by agreeing wholeheartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose,

Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves. Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too. You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.’ (Philippians 2:1-5 NLT)


‘If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.’

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An Oldie but Goodie…

Came across a short post I wrote 5 years ago. Still holds true today:

Hands - Tender Loving Care

Today was a very lovely day. The weather was perfect, the sky was clear, and the ground was perfect for planting. Today, we invested some money, time, and sweat into furnishing our deck with chairs, plants, and some other aesthetics. Lowe’s was blessed with our presence 3 times today. With each visit came more goodies. We vowed to replace all patio furniture even purchased a side table to go with our chairs. When we arrived home, we realized that even though our present table looked worn, tarnished, old, and weathered it still held the promise for future use… All it needed was a little bit of TLC…someone to recognize its worth despite its present disposition. Now it looks good as new and fits in perfectly with all the “newbies”. Who knew that a 5 year old table would look as good as new….A LITTLE TLC goes a long way…Take time to love. It holds great power to restore.

Tender Hearts, Loving Hands, and a bit of Creativity can infuse life into many dead or lifeless situations.


Why I hate Running

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I stood in my trainer’s kitchen as she outlined our workout routine for the evening. I heard hills and I heard running and my heart started racing. You see, my version of exercise does not consist of running unless I am being chased by something or someone. The idea of bated breaths and quick exertion in no way entices me. I am a neophyte to this form of exercise and had very little desire to be experienced in this particular craft. I could think of 1,000 excuses why I should not be doing this. My reality: I had to literally take this workout one stride at a time.

So I started. With high knees, one foot in front of the other and a slow yet regulated pace. My goal was simply to make it to the end. My calculated thoughts was even breathing and forward movement. A little bit of self-talk said, ‘You will make it there eventually. Just keep going!’” Before I knew it, I became winded and my heart started racing begging for there to be an immediate end in sight. I wanted it to be OVER!

I realized that running is one of the most vulnerable states I have ever been in and I hated it. It forced me out of my comfort zone with movements that my body was not typically used to. Up and down my legs went as my arms kept pace. The only thing I could do as I found myself growing faint was to look up and keep moving. I focused very little on the voice behind me shouting’ Push’ or the one in front of me assuring me that I can do it. I just wanted to finish. I wanted it to all end. #FixItJesus

Somewhere along the way, I stopped actively breathing and started holding my breath. My head started pounding. The throbbing on the left side of my head forced me to slow down. I wanted it all to stop. The feeling was so debilitating that at that moment mid-stride, I wanted to throw up. Then came the words pulsing through the air, ’‘Kim, Breathe! Push! You can do this!”


I saw my friend Crystal at the top of the hill bidding me come. My heart and head felt like they were failing me. My bones were tired from doing this activity. If I can only make it to the end, I kept telling myself. Screw form…I just want to finish. I want to go back to my comfort zone where I do not have to expend this much energy. I did not know that this would be so much work. Thump…Thump…My temples went. My muscles seemed to be giving out. My knees were shaky with exhaustion. I wanted to cry. I wanted to give up. Yet in my fatigue and frustration, I looked up. Crystal met me on my journey and was there running alongside me. Winded herself…but running to ensure that we BOTH made it to the end together.

At last, I did it. I kicked my own butt. That hill had seen the last of me even only I meant it for that day. My endurance and stamina was tested. My patience was tested, I needed discipline. I need practice. I wanted the end result as soon as I started my trek. I was far from perfect. It was there I was faced with my frailty and insufficiency yet it was there that I received great clarity: There was help at the top of the hill when I looked up. Someone else came alongside me in the midst of their personal victory to spur me forward. In the midst of my insufficiency, I was not alone. Whew…Jesus//// Such a lesson in humility on that hill.

It was in the moment of jogging back down the hill, it hit me like a ton of bricks #ahamoment : I completed a task, I never thought I was fit enough to even begin. Although it seemed as if I failed at it during the process, My stride and my breathing were getting better with practice. What I thought at the time would kill me, actually was designed to make me stronger.

So while I may have felt vulnerable and out of my league, I accomplished in one evening what I thought I could not achieve in a lifetime. What changed in me, the faint voice behind me telling me to ‘Push!’ and the person before me who was willing to run the rest of the way with me after her race was over.

I do not know where you are in this journey called life but I ask that you do not give up. Keep pushing and look up. Open your lungs and breathe. You will gain just what it takes to reach the end & if your strength seems to wane make sure that you have your running buddies with you to give you the extra encouragement you need. You see, we were created to run but were not meant to run this race alone.

I hated running until I realized just how much I needed it. On the days where the end seems so far away or nowhere in sight, focus on simply putting one foot in front the other. The destination is sure to come eventually.

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I will love to hear your running stories. What do you love or hate most about this activity?


You will live….

Jesus says, “I came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.” – John 10:10b – The Message

Let's live and find joy in it!

Let’s live and find joy in it!

If you are reading this blog, it is testimony that your organs are functioning and your brain is receiving the proper oxygen flow needed to help read and cognitively process the words above. Yet the reality is this: all of us exist….very few of us truly live.

My desire is that you live…That you truly are able to experience the Joy of living life, the Joy of loving life, & the Joy of doing life with others…

The God-given Joy of life is found in the daily journey of doing life together…

I declare that you will live and not die to proclaim the works of the Lord….