What Happened in Vegas…

My husband’s phone vibrated all night. Cobwebs filled my head, so I didn’t get up and turn it off. But when I woke up this morning to my own phone, I scrolled through 12 CNN tickers. Here were some of the headlines:

“10 dead in Las Vegas at concert shooting.”

“20 now confirmed dead.”

“At least 50 dead in the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.”

Maybe like you, I opened my app, read the articles, and watched the videos. I wondered what it must be like to be one of the family members who received a call that their loved one didn’t make it.

I had to go about my morning, get the kids ready for school, and go to work. My world couldn’t stop. Which felt extremely insensitive because I knew there were people in that very moment receiving terrible news and their worlds came to a screeching halt. What do you do in these helpless moments? I wanted to help, but had no idea how.

By |October 2nd, 2017|

What Happened When I Made Time For Powerful Friendship

A year ago, I met a friend for coffee at her home. This gal is super crazy about Jesus. It’s so awesome. When I’m with her, I always walk away closer to Christ than I was before our time together. So it was with this meeting. As I drove the 45-minute trip home, it saddened me to think it would probably be another year or two before we saw each other. Work obligations, busy schedules, and family commitments keep us from being intentional with our time and putting a meet-up date on the calendar.

What’s crazy, is that I know many Godly women like her and want to spend time with them. I’m just not committed to do so.

Maybe like me, you too have these folks in your life—people who want God more than they want their own happiness, and they want this for you as well. So they say things to you that mess you up—in a good way—and make you better. These gals challenge my self-centered thinking and ask me to consider how I might change my attitude to look more like Jesus.

I’m friends with these women on social media, they are in my contacts on

By |September 5th, 2017|

If Your Kid Chooses Jesus, Make Sure This Never Happens

It quite possibly could be every Christian parent’s dream to see their kid, like my 9-year-old above, worshiping God with an arm extended and eyes closed, appearing fully surrendered to their Father. Isn’t this what we pray for, yearn for, and deeply desire for our kids? I know I do.

I believe the purpose of parenting is to partner with God to shape the spiritual trajectory of our kid’s lives so they leave our homes bent on making God famous. And I know I will feel that I have lived into this purpose, if I see my kids in love with Jesus.

But when I look at my kid worshipping God in this picture, great is my temptation to relax, to slow up. To step out of the boxing ring of the fight and off the treadmill of the race towards helping my kids love Jesus more than life itself. As if I’ve done my job, and now it’s time to exhale and let my hair down, because I see my kid outwardly expressing his inward reality.

But this is the worst move we could make as Christian parents.

The reason my 9-year-old can extend his arm like this so freely,

By |July 16th, 2017|

When I Found Freedom From the Trap of People-Pleasing

I taped the first TV interview to promote my book, Chasing Famous, two months ago on, “Life Today,” with James and Betty Robison.

The staff whisked me away from the hair and makeup chair, down the hall to set, to stand backstage and wait for my cue. What felt like hours, was probably only five minutes. I prayed God would calm my heart which beat as fast as my kiddo’s ice cream melts standing outside in the Texas summer heat.

Earlier in the week, I had a pre-show interview with a “Life Today” producer. He read my book and was in awe of God’s transformational power in my life. (You can read my testimony of God’s great grace in response to my teenage abortion in this blog post, or in Chapter 4 of, Chasing Famous.) He urged me to share many details of my story in the taping, as he believed the audience would be reminded or learn for the first time, that God loves us with no conditions.

While pacing and praying backstage, a different producer walked up to me and said, “Lisa, just keep talking. James and Betty will

By |June 28th, 2017|

Here is How You Mom-Fail

We spent weeks rehearsing for the boy’s talent show audition at school. “Deuce”, age nine, would play piano and sing a “mashed up” version of three pop songs. Six-year-old Solomon, memorized Jack Prelutsky’s, “Homework, Oh Homework!” as well as a few jokes to tell after performing the poem.

Sign-ups for the audition were on a recent Friday and we were told no exceptions would be given for parents who missed the deadline. The boys reminded me again and again to sign them up. But when I woke up Saturday morning, I remembered I forgotten. I threw back the covers, raced to my computer, and prayed the sign-up link was still open.

The link was gone and in its place, were the dreaded words, “Audition sign-ups are NOW CLOSED.”

Panic set in. I immediately emailed the teacher in charge a “desperate mom” message. I asked her for mercy and blamed my lame brain for forgetting. I said I’d understand if she couldn’t let me sign them up late, but because she was a mom too, I just knew she’d say yes.

She said no.

Through their tears, my boys offered hugs, kisses, and forgiveness. But letting them down made me feel like a

By |May 13th, 2017|

Why Disobedience is More Comfortable Than Surrender.

Recently God’s asked me over and over again to die to something I want for myself. But every time He speaks, I make excuses like, “Nah, that’s not really God asking me that”. Because if I convince myself it’s not God asking me, then I don’t have to obey.

Maybe like me, God is asking you to do something you don’t want to do. We know that if we obey, we will give up a lot. And I’d rather be comfortable than obedient most days, so I keep on making excuses.

But then something I read in Experiencing God by Blackaby and King, reminded me that people have been giving God excuses for disobedience forever. Moses, Gideon, Noah, Abraham, David and more. Because we know exactly what God’s asking us to do. And this is why we raise so many objections. I like the ease of being me, more than the pain it will cause me to change. But I know if I obey, I’ll look less like me and a lot more like Him. And at the end of it all, this is what I crave more than the comfort of my disobedience.

What if we were to obey the next

By |March 13th, 2017|

3 Clues It Was Time to Give Our 8-Year-Old the Sex Talk

I knew the day would come when we would share with our oldest son, “Deuce” about the “birds and the bees”. And I wasn’t excited about it. I knew in doing so, we would take away his innocence. I just wanted him to remain ignorant for the rest of his life and on the eve of his wedding, Markus and I would sit him down and share what was about to happen tomorrow. Wouldn’t that be nice? Ahhh, best laid plans…

But three clues caused Markus and I to realize it was time to give “Deuce” the sex talk.

  • He heard the word “sexy” at school and wondered what the word meant. He also asked for an explanation every time he saw or heard the word, “sex” in the media.
  • “Deuce” asked questions about pregnancy, like, “How do babies get inside a mom?” And pointing to a pregnant woman once asked, “How did she get pregnant?” We’ve always held to the belief, “If they’re old enough to ask, they’re old enough to know.” So, until we were ready to talk with him, our response was always a true one, “A piece of a husband and a piece of a
By |January 6th, 2017|

“Life Creative” – book review

One thing I gave up when I started having kids, was performing in live theater. My time once spent on stage, was taken up by babies who needed to nurse, or toddlers with “necessary” bedtime routines. Now my kids are older and not as needy. And I could audition again, but it makes my heart heavy to think of spending the evenings away from them, or having someone else pick them up from school, only to see them in morning when they wake up or when I tip toe into their room after rehearsal to kiss their sleeping faces. I have the luxury of the choice, and I choose to stay home.

But there are times when I drive past theaters, or see a production, and long for the days of living in the theater. I desire to build a character from scratch, relate with other cast members on-stage, and develop lasting relationships with them off-stage. As I see the theater in my rear-view mirror, I get lost in my dream world and compare what I have to what I wish I did, and wonder what I need to do to make my dream world a reality.

But I recently

By |October 22nd, 2016|

Helping My Little Boy Find His Self-Control


When “Deuce” was a baby, I would watch him sleep in his crib and wonder what kind of personality he might have as he grew up. I also wondered, if he allows God to move in his life, what characteristics of Jesus might he exude?

Now eight years old, “Deuce’s” personality is already larger than life. He is a leader. He’s a great student. He can be extremely kind. His feelings run deep and he cares for others. He hates lies. He’s a rule follower and protective of his own—if you’re a mom reading this, I can guarantee you, “Deuce” will be the boy you will want your daughter to date. And “Deuce” loves Jesus.

But just like a lot of little boys out there, “Deuce” struggles with being impulsive. This has been a thorn for him as long as I can remember.  His lack of self-control has continued into his school years, where he still gets in trouble for blurting out and acting as the class clown to get a laugh. Markus and I tell him there’s a time and place for all of this, but while the teacher is talking is not one of them. But still, he

By |August 26th, 2016|

Boy Summer

If you’re one of my two boys, it only makes sense that when you spend every waking summer moment with your brother, playing video games, creating worlds with legos, cars, and superhero toys, you’re bound to get on each other’s last nerve.

We’ve had our share of day camps this summer, swim lessons, and even a family vacation, but when they’re at home, they easily—and very willingly—erk the other. Sometimes it’s on accident, but often it’s just to bug the snot out of their brother. They know each other best and they know how tick each other off.

When this happens, I’m often sitting at my computer working. I hear it coming. The rumbling starts low, but I can hear the annoyance in his voice. The other continues his button pushing until all hell breaks loose. In the end, one is crying, and the other is making fun of him for doing so.

Now my concentration is broken. And just like the anger rising inside the victimized brother, the heat within me is like water about to boil in a tea kettle. No longer able to focus on my work, my spout whistles loudly. “What is going on?!” I yell.

By |July 29th, 2016|
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