The Legs He Stands On

Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. Ephesians 5:22-24


Ephesians 5 catches a lot of flack, primarily from those hailing from feminist perspectives. It brings up that dreaded s word — submission. But there’s an unstated s word written between these ancient lines of text — support. If my husband is the head of the body, I am the legs he stands on. I support the weight of his dreams, my heart beating along to the rhythm of his hands at work hammering out a sliver of heavenly kingdom by God’s glorious grace.

Support reinforces, strengthens that which it holds up by adding its own properties. Just because I am the support of my husband and his ministry endeavors does not mean I am weak or lesser than. I am a vital component to the man and his work. I can, respectfully and prayerfully, offer what I have to the swirling concrete of mixing ideas and melding dreams. I trust God to guide, to inspire, to lead the craftsman who interprets Biblical blueprints and sweats beads of self in surrender to His will. I’ll see the tools I’ve placed on the table pulled out at the precise time they’re called for. And, I’ll see, ever so slowly a firm foundation begin to set — dreams fulfilled and life well-lived. I’ll thank God I got to be the legs he stood on.

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Faithfulness To Write + A Special Offer from Kate Motaung

About this time last year, I hopped on a Facetime call with the lovely Kate Motaung of Five Minute Friday. The first thing that struck me about her was her beautiful voice and calming demeanor. She minimized my fears about stepping out into the writing world and helped me think through my writing goals– which, by the way, are pretty long-term. While I don’t see myself first and foremost as a writer, she encouraged me to begin to call myself a writer. My roles as a church-planting wife and mom will always rank at the top of my priorities and dictate my to-do list. However, writing is something I am passionate about and desire to pursue alongside my most important ministries.

One thing Kate shared with me really stuck. She told me a story from when she had first begun to write and had not yet gained all the confidence she needed to move forward. A friend reached out to her and expressed a simple but meaningful sentiment in just a few words. She said, “Thank you for your faithfulness to write.” This was the encouragement she needed to continue. The words she shared did matter. God was using them in His own way and in His own timing; that was enough. She has been faithful ever since.

Further, she has been faithful to encourage and instruct other writers with the knowledge she has learned along the way. She has recently partnered with Fist Bump Media to provide Start-Up Guide for Online Writers. I was privileged enough to be a part of the launch team and get a sneak peek of this blog-/life- changing content! She has managed to pack A TON of helpful content into a digestible amount and has broken down an overwhelming task list into simple, achievable goals for writers at both the beginner and advanced levels. When stacked upon one another, these goals can pave the way to success in the world of online writing. For me, this means making meaningful connections and influencing women to serve Christ with their lives. For others, this means making an income or creating a platform.

I’m certainly thankful for the help and encouragement I’ve received in my role as an online writer from Kate Motaung and the Five Minute Friday Community. You do not want to miss the opportunity to snatch up this gold at its special introductory price now through September 19.

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When Work and Life Collide

It seems, in ministry, the lines separating work and life are blurred beyond providing any barrier between them.

Are these people my friends or just church members?
Will our teammates be pals or mere co-workers?
What are work hours (because it sure feels like it’s 24/7)?
Should we tap into our salary for necessary ministry expenses?
When am I a pastor’s wife and when am I just a wife?
Is my husband’s office church or home? Both?
When/how often should we open up our home?


Our work is our life, and our life is our work. We wouldn’t have it any other way. This calling affects nearly every minute of every day. The daily lives of our children are a direct result of this path we’ve chosen to take in service to the Lord—the work we’ve chosen to do. It can be confusing and exhausting. It can send us reeling just as often as it causes us to rejoice.

We must stay connected to the Life Giver. He breathes into us when we’re gasping and fills us with joy in this work when we’re unable to find it among the mess of everyday ministry. We must lean into His goodness, trust in His promises, and be sensitive to the stirrings of the Spirit which tell us to rest.

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance: for ye serve the Lord Christ.
Colossians 3:23-24

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The #1 Way to Deal with Nosy Neighbors

Five Minute Friday: NEIGHBOR

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Nosy neighbors. We’ve all had ’em. We had an especially nosy neighbor in the first colony we lived in here in Kathmandu. I would see her in the morning and she would say, “I saw you had pizza for dinner last night. How was that?” Her roof, where she did laundry and bathed, looked right into our dining room. We learned to shut our curtains at dinner time or we would have an audience. I’m sure it was pretty entertaining with my picky eater toddler and throw-everything baby and the two of us trying to converse in our second language with our tutor over a plate of American food he was trying to get down with a smile.

What I have learned after experiencing several of these types of situations is this — Neighbors don’t have to be nosy if you share your life with them. Sit with them. Drink tea/coffee with them. Talk about kids and school and work and life. Inviting them to church or sharing the gospel should not come out of the clear blue; it can ‐ and should! ‐ be a natural outflow of life lived in close proximity. In this close proximity, if our friends and neighbors are not hearing about Jesus and being invited into our relationship with Him, a heart examination may be in order. Our love for Jesus should be clear and contagious to those we spend our time with.

When the Taube family shares our life, we don’t have to be “the foreigner TV” show anymore. They’re learning plenty from our regular interactions, and we are enjoying our peace and privacy in our home.

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God’s Grace To Me in Plan B

Five Minute Friday: PLACE

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This place was Plan B.

Plan A was a dream given, and we had hopes to see it fulfilled. Plan A ended abruptly with denied entrance to set destination, and plan B erupted just as quickly. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t even want it. When we parked it in plan B, this new place we knew next to nothing about, I felt just about as hopeless as when we didn’t have a plan at all. I had to face that I was here to stay. I knew I had to learn to love this place lest we all wind up miserable and longing for home.

I’ve had to work at being happy, learning a language, and making friends. I’ve had to learn to love all the peculiarities that make this lovely culture what it is. I’ve had to swallow my pride countless times and wipe tears off shame flushed cheeks more than I care to recall. It’s tempting to think about how Plan A could have unfolded and what life would have been like in that place that seemed to have slightly less unknowns. But, in time,  I’ve come to know this place. I’ve come to love this place. This is my place, and these are my people. Praise God, the faithful One.

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