Perhaps Jet Lag Would Have Been Preferable

The first night Alex and I were home from Kenya, I slept for 12 hours and woke up feeling like a champion. Granted, I had a case of the sniffles that I chalked up to too much time on airplanes, but I unpacked suitcases, washed clothes, and basically spent most of Saturday patting myself on the back for re-acclimating like a boss.


You may be picking up on the fact that I felt like I’d figured out a lot of travel-related things.

But then there was Sunday.

Because on Sunday, you see, I woke up feeling decidedly less chipper. I wasn’t tired, really, but I just felt off. We went to church and lunch, but over the course of the morning I bet I said, “I don’t think I feel so great” about 78 times. When we got home, I put on pajamas, stretched out on the guest room bed, and stayed right there for the next 12 hours.

Monday morning I started running fever and wondered how it was possible for every part of my body to hurt at the same time. This trend continued until I finally realized that Tylenol was clearly not going to cure whatever was ailing me, so I dragged myself to the doctor and found out that I had the flu.


Long story endless, I spent the rest of the week taking my Tamiflu and laying across the aforementioned guest room bed and watching more HGTV programming than I have seen in several years. By Friday I was feeling better – I did crazy things like 1) sitting up in a chair and 2) answering emails – and by Saturday I was running actual errands in actual public places. Even still, it was probably Tuesday of this past week before I felt like a 100% version of myself, so I think it’s safe to say that the flu did a number on me.

I also think it’s safe to say that I’ll be getting a flu shot later this year.

ANYWAY, I still owe y’all Alex’s Kenya post, so be on the lookout for that. And since it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve checked in via the blog, here are a few things I want to be sure to mention.

– If you ever find yourself in Birmingham, you need to go to Slice and order yourself a Soul Pie. I am such a fan. I mean, I would never say that a pizza could change your life or anything like that, but this particular pizza could vastly improve the quality of your day. There’s no red sauce (which is such a plus as far as I’m concerned); instead there is Conecuh sausage and field peas and turnip greens and bacon and cheese – and the combo is all manner of yummy (there’s even a gluten-free crust option if you so desire). I also highly recommend the cheese plate. Amen.

– My friend (and editor) Heather posted this video on Facebook, and it is FASCINATING. My word at the creativity. I’ve listened to Ben Folds for a long time, and this confirms my suspicion that he is in fact a genius.

All in All, my devotional book for teenage girls (and college-aged girls, too), releases on August 1st, and I think it is SO. PURTY.

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The reason the book is called a “journaling devotional” is because there are 100 days of daily devotions – and each day’s devotion is followed by Scripture reading, a few questions for pondering / answering / responding, and a place to write out prayers and praises.

It’s all very fancy and interactive.

I promise I grinned when I typed that.

You probably won’t be surprised that this afternoon I spent a considerable amount of time thinking about what kind of pen I’d like to use if I were writing in the actual book. You’d better believe that when I get my first copy, I’m going to test out several different pen options and make a conclusive decision about which one works best on the book’s pages.


And last thing: if you’d like to take a look at the format of All in All, you can download a sample (it’s Day 10, to be specific) and PERUSE AWAY.

I am so excited about this book, y’all, so stay tuned for more news and info.

Hope you have a wonderful week!

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The Nature, The Wildlife, and The Image Bearers of God

I’ve mentioned several times that Compassion always tricks you into a hike. Yesterday was no exception. Our group made our way down the hillside adjacent to the church we visited, and when we reached the lookout, there was just a smidge of a drop off.

I’ve never been more prayerful that I left all my clumsy back in Alabama.

But the view, y’all. My goodness. It was – it is – absolutely stunning. And as much as I kid about being tricked into hikes and preferring to see nature from the air conditioned comfort of my home, I really do love and enjoy God’s creation. I don’t know if you’ve seen my Instagram feed or not, but I sort of have a thing about sunsets. I lose my fool mind every spring when baby leaves sprout from the trees because I think they’re so beautiful. I stand next to pretty much any body of water and feel overcome by the goodness of God. I absolutely believe that our Creator shows us more of who He is through the world around us; like Psalm 19:1 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims His handiwork.”

God made it. And it is good.


Today our group went to a local elephant orphanage with some Compassion folks. Jamie and Patricia had sponsor children with them (I wished several times that little Joseph could have been there, but at eight months old, I think the appeal of the elephants would have been lost on him). Some Kenyan Compassion staff members joined us as well – along with Eliud, a former Compassion kid who is now in his 20s (and one fantastic daddy); Mildred, a university student (at 17!) who has been enrolled in her local church’s Compassion center since she was 10; and Jaiden, Eliud’s three year-old son who gives the word “cute” a whole new meaning.


I didn’t know anything about an elephant orphanage in Kenya, so I was surprised when we arrived there and found ourselves in quite a line. Apparently the orphaned elephants garner quite a bit of interest.

This is understandable because they are in fact adorable.

There were hundreds of people lined around the elephant area (corral? pen? I do not know the appropriate elephant care terminology). The gentleman who narrates the presentation at the orphanage is actually a former Compassion child, and he did such a good job of telling us the animals’ stories and letting us know how the orphanage prepares the elephants to return to their natural habitat. He even gave us the scoop on which elephants are a little naughty. And about midway through his talk, he asked the audience to consider sponsoring one of those orphaned elephants, to invest in their care and rehabilitation.

People were all in with the elephants, y’all. At least half of them were taking pictures or filming videos, and they asked lots of questions. When our time with the elephants was over, people were standing three-deep at the adoption information bulletin board. I smiled as I walked past the crowd, because people really do have so much compassion, don’t they? We all want to care for something; plus we have an innate desire to make a difference on this earth – whether it’s for the environment or wildlife or the local church or whatever makes our heart beat a little faster.

We long to be a part of something with purpose.

God made us that way.


Earlier this week Shaun, Alex, and I visited a Compassion child’s home in the Rift Valley. The boy’s mom was delighted to have visitors and quickly invited us inside.

There were about seven of us who squeezed into the home’s one bedroom; some of us were standing, some were sitting. The mom asked Shaun and me about our families, and as I explained that I have one son (the tall guy sitting beside me), a husband of 20 years, and a dog named Hazel, the Kenyans in the room immediately wanted to know if the dog lives in the house with us. When I told them that she does, they couldn’t get over it, and we all got sort of tickled, to be honest. Alex even pulled out his phone to show them her picture.

You know, the one where she was laying on the ottoman in our bedroom. Like a princess.

I certainly didn’t tell them that, you know, SHE GOES TO THE BEACH WITH US.

And I’ve thought about that conversation all week.

It’s certainly not that I’ve decided that we no longer need to care for our dog. Oh my goodness, no. We love her. We’re responsible for her. God made Hazel just like he made you and me. God created every animal, every insect, EVERY LIVING THING with intention and with purpose. In God’s economy, every creature in His kingdom is valuable. Every creature in His kingdom should be treated with care. After all, He made the world and everything in it (Acts 17:24).

However. Here’s what’s really been challenging me today.

As gorgeous as nature can be – and keep in mind that I have shed many a tear while beholding a summer sunset – I’m all too aware that we can get pretty sideways about its importance.

As wonderful as our animals can be – and keep in mind that there have been times when I have attempted to talk to one of our dogs ON THE TELEPHONE – I’m all too aware that we can worry more about the fate of, say, the Alaskan goldfinch (which I’m sure is a lovely bird – I hear wonderful things about it) (I’ve never really heard anything about it) (but yay for levity!) than we do about people.

It’s so easy to forget, but Scripture is clear about how we order our priorities:

“‘And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” – Mark 12:30-31

God first. People second.

Yes, we want to be good stewards of God’s creation. Yes, we want to take care of what He has entrusted to us – whether it’s the Rift Valley or orphaned elephants or a neurotic mutt named Hazel who really prefers her dog food with a little bit of scrambled egg on top. All of these things are wonderful – such good gifts from our Heavenly Father.

But they aren’t made in His image.

Creation deserves our care, absolutely. But image bearers deserve our honor (Romans 12:10).

So if I find myself more protective of a certain variety of tree than I am of, you know, people, it might be time for a gut check. It might be time for some perspective.

Because when people are our biggest priority second only to God, you can bet that we’ll look out for one another, y’all. We’ll step up for one another. We’ll love one another well.

“It is a sin to despise one’s neighbor, but blessed is the one who is kind to the needy.” — Proverbs 14:21

“Whoever oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors God.” — Proverbs 14:31

I never, ever want to lose sight of the good gifts God has given us. I want to soak up all the sunsets and snuggle with the aforementioned neurotic dog and maybe even get to know the Alaskan goldfinch a little better.

But here’s the thing, y’all. We bear the image of God. And He deserves all the glory. I can’t think of anything that would honor Him more and honor His people more than taking care of each other. We have the privilege of being able to step up and speak up and fight for children who don’t have a say in their circumstances, children who are so precious in His sight.

You can be a part of honoring God’s image bearers by sponsoring a child through Compassion for only $38 a month and releasing that child from poverty in Jesus’ name.

God made every one of them.

And it was very good.

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This Right Here Is A Real-Live Giddy Up

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