Live Free

If Christ has set us free we are free indeed. -John 8:36

What if today I lived free?

Free from my desperate need to be right about all things at all times.

Free from the policing role of those with whom I disagree. Waiting, just waiting for the chance for them to reveal something which offends me.

Free from the burden of unanswered questions.

Free of past entanglements I hide in my deepest heart-part.

Free of anger which it turns out is actually hurt. (Tricky, right?)

Free of comparison, blissfully ignorant of the purported perfections of others lives, spouses, alma maters, vacations and super-human, over-achieving children/ grandchildren/ pets. (Dogs expressly excluded)

Free to see what lies before me. Not tomorrow or in five years. Before my very eyes right now.

Free to simply care for those trusted to me. To guide gently, leaving the outcome to God who loves them more than we can fathom.

Free to hold my tongue.

Free to let loose of a grudge.

Free to live Heaven on earth.

Free to intervene in other’s Hell on earth without worrying about what it will cost us financially, reputationally or chronologically. (I know I’m taking poetic license here Aunt Holly, but just go w me)

Free to breathe in and out and know that the God who wove us together in our mother’s womb surrounds us with utter love, peace and joy.

I will give this a whirl today. How about you?


















MLFG this time last week a day of joy kicked off and I am still glowing! I know I look sleepily ecstatic here in this one.

Rich is the woman who lives in a community who will trudge out in a thunderstorm to donate Christmas toys by the hundreds to bless children they’ve never met.

Rich is the woman with a family, church & biological who loves remember their child who lives in Heaven now.

Rich is the woman with friends who will try to bring to life her vision of a balloon Christmas Tree from a crazy brain with zero actual instructions and only a hunch that it will work and blow up 200 balloons using a CAR INFLATOR and a butt load of tenacity.

Rich is she to be surrounded by women of every station, color, age and personality bent who love God and others as a daily course, just as naturally as they breathe.

Rich is the woman who sees far and wide the love and goodness which is still alive and well in our world. I am the wealthiest woman I know!





















Ancestry Hint

I got this hint tonight from Ancestry.com:

The crazy part is that hints are supposed to be about buxom gals like Irene here with vintage hairdos and lost love thanks to WW2. Not your child. Such a hint defies all logic and the word obituary next to her name still looks like a huge typo.

Yet Ancestry has it right. We will all one day have our names followed by the word obituary. No matter our age or buxomness or hairstyle, we are all just passing through. We all are granted a space and time here in this temporary home. While the seen is temporary….that blessed unseen, why that’s eternal.

So, what hints will you leave for others to find the truth that God loves them and has a purpose for them? What kindness can you share to restore their hope that all is not lost and they should persevere? What answer to a prayer could your listening ear be? What could our world look like if we all fiercely loved one another?

Maggie Lee Henson may certainly a name with an obituary on Ancestry.com but her spirit of kindness lives on. Maggie Lee for Good Day has already begun. October 29th. One day, one deed, one difference. Take a hint, give a hand. Leave an everlasting mark.













A Cord of Three Strands

“You cannot listen or love in a hurry.”

John Ortberg

Listening and loving is costly. Ask any of my friends blessed with the task of collaborating with God to encourage me. It has been humbling and reviving to my soul in my worst seasons.

But this day; one day which will never be repeated, you can be a strand! You have a force of kindness within you ready to bring to bear all the resources of heaven for someone today.

Perhaps nothing as splashy as a harrowing fire rescue or as obvious as making an enormous public donation is needed today. Maybe it is and if so, make it happen! But perhaps our faith is begging to be played out in a tiny way.

When faith is alive within a soul you can practically see it. All they do is accompanied by a quiet yet powerful force from heaven. This is the spiritual strand which makes ways straight and strengthens the weak arms for the task.

I have been joined by those who bring 2/3 of what I need in that moment to feel whole and it is life-changing. Have you? Will you?









National Daughter’s Day

Ten years ago this Summer my 12-year-old daughter, Maggie Lee Henson, left for church camp. A tire blew, the bus flipped and she wound up in the ICU at Batson Children’s Hospital for three weeks.

The funny part is that I truly thought that God knew me well enough to prevent this tragedy from visiting MY door. Like any parent, heart and soul were obviously my children. With a minister for a husband I made peace with our treasures not ever being on Earth but rather in Heaven. I just never imagined my daughter being one of them.

And yet in the Summer of 2009 she was gone. Despite the 2 am bargaining and 3 am begging, she died. Despite the thousands of prayers of others, emails to us on how our faith could save her if we held our leg up at just the right angle and said just the right words and believed, she died. Despite our belief that God would work a miracle, to our utter shock, no miracle came.

What I in my simple intellect and speck of faith have found in a decade is that God who is in control does not always come through with a last-minute miracle. He does not always override the bad judgement of humans to correct our mistakes. And yet we are his beloved children; utterly adored and treasured even when we suffer at the hands of one another. He cannot be anything but total love sustaining us in beautiful, invisible ways despite the answers to prayers we don’t receive and the opportunities to intervene he passes upon. I don’t get it either, people. God is such an unexplainable, irreducible force.

Sometimes people will make poor choices which can wreck our lives or our children’s lives. That is another tricky aspect of life: we each have a myriad of decisions to make each day. We may be self-obsessed, overtly cruel or simply oblivious to the sufferings of others around us. We decide.

Conversely, equipped with Christ’s example and care for the least of these, we have the opportunity to bring joy into the world. Maggie Lee was a party-starter and joy- bringer. She looked out for the marginalized and chose well. She has inspired others to use their lives in unknown quantity for good and live to the fullest.

Miracles are interesting things. I still wholeheartedly believe that they happen. Every day. As much as I believe God missed an excellent opportunity to completely heal Maggie Lee, I feel that had this world been the best place for her that he would have certainly left her here. But sometimes when a miracle doesn’t come down from Heaven, God sparks one here on Earth.

In September 2009 when our little family was disoriented by grief, a friend suggested we try to get 1,300 people to do a good deed on Maggie Lee’s 13th birthday on October 29th. By the time the first Maggie Lee for Good Day rolled around there were 18,000 people injecting love and kindness into the world in her memory.

Little girls gave pony tails to Locks of Love, a house was built in Haiti, water wells dug in Africa, neighbors were fed and utility bills were paid. How absolutely miraculous is THAT? Maggie Lee for Good Day has grown. And grown. And grown. We did not get The miracle but we got a miracle none the less.

And now a decade later, MLFG continues. It has been a lesson in character education for schools, an excuse for parents to go on field trips with their kids and the impetus for some to write letters asking for long- overdue forgiveness of others.

If you feel led to join in this world wide wave of good deeds, we welcome you. We want you to be a force of redemption on October 29th. No deed is too small to change someone’s life and kindness and civility are in incredibly short supply. Join with your daughter and take on a fun hour of passing out water bottles or umbrellas or quarters in laundromats.

Who knows what God has in store this October 29th? But we want as many people as can to join! Like the MLFG Facebook page, do your good deed and share your photos through the Maggie Lee for Good FB Page:










































Generous Girls Are Gorgeous Girls

This is St. Louis Mo. (Maureen) My beloved Baylor roomie whose laugh registered right below mine on the obnoxometer. The one with whom I would leave Collins Hall and walk around campus in my p.j.’s at midnight. Because College.

She and her daughter, Katherine, were planning to help with Khaki Fair last year when they received the news that Kat’s CT Scan revealed the need for another 10 hour surgery. She came through like a champ, dealt with a partially-shaved head and recovery.

Not to be denied, they are here this year! Mo made good on her promise and is here to experience KF in the flesh! Since all she knows of this part of the world is Duck Dynasty (and is quite a Sadie fan!) I am ecstatic for her to see my beautiful Highland people tomorrow! God is so sweet sometimes I can scarcely believe it.








A Chance for Hope: Khaki Fair

Back to school shopping was a beat-down. I vividly remember being inconsolable when a dump truck full of sand which my father purchased to add to our front yard (to augment the soil?) was delivered and instead of playing in it with the rest of my neighbors I had to go shopping. At Sears. For back-to-school clothes. In the chubette girls plus section no less. It was tragic.

I was uncharacteristically opinion-less about wardrobe that year. All I could think of was my friends having all the sand fun on sand hills while I was hanging out with the chunky, faceless mannequins. With bellies. And goiters. At Sears. I felt tortured. Little did I know the budgeting that went into getting my brothers and me ready for school. I learned years later that picking out the clothes was the easy part but paying for it all was as fun as getting hit in the eye with a sand chunk.

Many parents get that back-to-school anxiety. As in how can we swing it all? Shreveport, the city I call home, has a tremendous amount of children in poverty. Well above our nation and even our state’s poverty rate. That paired with with most public schools in Caddo Parish requiring school uniforms makes for a back to school panic. Maggie Lee’s Closet’s clientele are children K-8th grade whose parents working minimum-wage jobs have little wiggle room for groceries, bills and school uniforms. Khaki Fair is a big party usually around the time we lost Maggie Lee where we throw love & uniforms around like confetti.

Khaki Fair is an opportunity to welcome these children whom God adores and give them the one new set of clothes, undies and socks they will have this year. We cannot heal the deepest wounds of their souls but we sure can have the khakis and toothbrushes to back up our claim that God loves them. And He can heal them.

Many times I share Maggie Lee’s Closet’s stories of life change through the clothes and volunteer hours you give. The self-esteem which new clothes bring is an amazing thing. Pure magic and I want to share that joy because I know that God can use any tiny gesture to show himself as pure love and change the trajectory of a life. Just like God showed his love-self to me.

So, here’s the invite: if you are free from 4-6pm on August 2nd and want to volunteer, come on. Shoot me a message that you’re in. The volunteer sign-up station will be well- labeled where you absolutely cannot miss it. The needs are great and we cannot fix the whole world but we can in this little way spread joy like a pile of front yard sand!







I Don’t Say God is Love

I don’t say God is love to use your reaction as a litmus test to determine if you are in my camp and therefore right. I do not proclaim it because if you disagree you are a mission project in need of taking on. I share this foundational truth which I believe holds the world together because you will need it someday.

Parents who believed this truth raised me in church. I took to God’s word much like athletes to sport probably because there were no prerequisites required. I need not be brilliantly best at anything to receive this love which was the greatest truth ever. Late at night during the Summer, I would gaze at the moon and feel as though God had spun it there just to show His love for me.

The aim of my life was to know God and make God known. I felt the great cloud of witnesses from Hebrews cheering me on as I walked through my life. I always loved the encouragement that it mattered how I lived.

Like all of us if we live long enough, I arrived at a circumstance which far outstripped my strength. Devoid of easy answers, bereft of logic and deeper than any platitude could ever plumb was God’s love. Steelier than the fuzzy, Kaopectate-colored relief, this was gritty enough to fall into my deepest sadness and spring hope in due time.

I believe love is the only answer, the highest call and the timeless balm for which our charred souls long. God’s fierce, street-fighter, Mama’s love has sustained and educated me in the the wee hours of my soul’s dilapidation. I was tore up from the floor up. And was seen through.

God’s love is for the many not the few. His aim is to draw his children close and as one who is one child short, I can tell you that there is nothing you could ever do to quench that love. Nothing. If we love our children this way, just imagine how unfailing the love of our Heavenly Father is for us. All of us. You are invited to stick your toe in the stream but I know with all my being’s fibers (all the fibers) that you will want to dive deep and float in the river of grace and peace you find.

I implore you not to come over to any side of the aisle and believe exactly as I do, but rather to lean into this lavish love of God and be warmed by the relieving glow. All that is required is the will to defrost.













Proud of These People

These are the Church for The Highlands 2019 Graduates. I am proud of the people they have become. You never really know when you meet a squirrelly 6th grader exactly how it’s gonna go down. But each has matured. And done so well.

Last night in the gym our church honored these students with a great meal and gifts. The personalized decorations were as beautiful as any Pinterest spread and it was all for love.

As we watched the slideshow of each Senior, the photos told a story of service. Dre was face painting for one of our carnivals, Robert was landscaping, Jason was painting a swing set, Shameiko was serving in Lake Providence and Chase at a block party.

The unvarnished truth is that they have shared life with us and we with them. Kyle Kelley our volunteer youth minister who nearly died in the bus accident in 2009 joined forces with FBC Shreveport to take our youth to Colorado so that they could see mountains. What an absolute picture of love that is.

Life gets messy and the youth are no exception. Each one of these children of God deals with challenges I never faced. Issues like basic transportation: most have walked to church at The Highland Center for years. That in itself is a phenomenal feat: youth getting up on a Sunday Morning and walking to church?

If the students lived too far from church to travel on foot, Kyle or David have driven the church van to pick up these kids and their families. They have made the effort to reach across pesky barriers like transportation because of the love of Christ. These actions, seemingly small, (unless you have ever done them) is an extended hand which says “come join me!”

The most beautiful sentiment shared last night was the statement of one youth to another:

“Thank you for the positive impact you’ve had on my life. You helped me become a better person and choose priorities over pleasures in life and I thank you. ”

That brought the frivolous laughter to a halt as we all took in the gravity of this eloquent compliment. Perhaps God enjoys profoundly watching the church be a place for people to find their way home. And journey there with each other.







#special seniors