Different for the Right Reasons this Season

Five Minute Friday: DIFFERENT


When I walk around this city, I carry with me an unrelenting awareness that I am different. Even though I’ve learned this language and have adapted to the culture in many ways, I still speak differently and do a million and one things differently from the way I dress or wear my hair, relate to my husband, and raise my kids. With the Christmas season upon us, that awareness has become stark and severe.

I don’t want to be different, but since that is inescapable I will say this: I don’t want to be different because of my skin or my hair, the way I celebrate holidays, or make my home. I want to be different because I am a woman that loves and fears God. I want to be different because His name is continually on my lips, sharing what He has done for me and that His love is big enough for the whole lot of us. I want to be different because the focus of my life is Jesus Christ.

But I don’t want to remain different for long. I long to see God change this country and change the people I love and live each day with. Not to be more like me but to be more like Him.



Merry Christmas from the Taube Family


Deliverance from Distress to Delight [day 27: overcome]

Five Minute Friday: OVERCOME


In our church plant, we are continually sought out to pray over those who are hurting physically or emotionally. We pray over these needs, trusting that the Lord will answer our requests according to His divine wisdom.

However, my husband has been faithful to teach those who come to us that, sometimes, it is not God’s will to take our pains and problems away but to use them as a means to humble us. He can use the greatest distress of our lives to make us more suitable for His service. Because what the enemy intends to use to bring us down, our great God intends to use to lift us up. It is only when we are girded with His grace that we can overcome.

Overcoming doesn’t always mean deliverance. Paul asked God to take away the thorn in his flesh three times, and the Lord left it where it was. Instead of a solution, He offered solace with these words “My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” There was a type of deliverance — not from the physical affliction but from the fleshly response that plagued Him. God granted Him an eternal perspective, reminding Paul that He would use this case of suffering to show His power in Paul’s life (05:00).

Overcome by God’s grace, Paul finds joy even in persistent affliction. All these years later, people like you and me, when faced with great distress or disappointment, have been comforted and challenged by these words of solace. Paul’s deliverance from distress to delight continues to serve as a testimony of God’s great grace and power.

When distress finds me, I ask that God would enable me to overcome and delight in His perfect will even if it abounds with problems. If He will not deliver me from my painful affliction, I pray that He will deliver me from my fleshly response and grant me an eternal perspective. I trust He will be faithful to remind me of His strength made perfect in my weakness. Delivered from distress, — though not necessarily from the stressor — I can delight in all that plagues me, knowing He will use it for my good and His glory.

I can celebrate small knowing this obstacle that seems to take me further from my big dreams truly delivers me from attitudes and core weaknesses which pose bigger hurdles. I will both praise Him when I overcome distresses and when I am overcome by them. His grace is sufficient in either scenario.

And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.

2 Corinthians 12:7-10

What is the “thorn” God is using to humble you?

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Heaping Spoonfuls of Grace for When We Goof It All Up

Day 28, EAT (Five Minute Friday)
We sat hunched over half-full plates forcing spoonfuls of chicken, rice, and lentils into our mouths as our host sat watching us. We were doing our best to finish a special meal in honor of the Dashain holiday at our language tutor’s home. We had lost track of the courses but were sure this was the end.

With a sweet smile, she placed TWO GIANT, HEAPING bowls of Asian noodles before us. We stared at the remaining spread in disbelief. Our kids weren’t much help. Our daughter turns her nose up at anything that isn’t pizza, and our son was just over a year at the time but was given a grown child’s serving. My stomach was churning, telling me to stop. But with a forced smile and a feigned word about how delicious it was (nothing tasted good at this point), I kept eating. And then….she brought me some plain yogurt. Yay.

The second time we ate at her house and reminded her, in advance, our inability to eat large amounts of food.

She asked me several times if I didn’t like it. I knew she wanted me to finish it and ask for more, to convince her once and for all that it was tasty and I was thankful. I knew how hard she worked to prepare this meal for us (slaughtering the chicken and all!). My desperate prayers for freed up stomach space went unanswered, and I had to admit defeat.

Sometimes our efforts to live for the benefit of others and the glory of God just don’t cut it. We are limited and unable to perform the tasks that spell out gratitude and love. We hope and pray that those whom we labor to love will see our efforts and know that we did our we will inevitably fall short.

We will let people down. We won’t be able to fulfill what we promise. We won’t find the strength to love like Jesus. We occupy bodies broken by the Fall and are unable to live perfectly and honorably at all times (or most of the time!). We trust God to work on our behalf, to communicate the words we fail to speak, and to show the love we fail to display.

We will strive and struggle. It’s all part of this thing called sanctification. We need heaping spoonfuls of grace and answered prayers for the strength to do more. We make right the things we can make right, and we ask God to take care of the rest. Sometimes that’s all we can do.

Do you struggle with guilt over your shortcomings in service to others?
Do you need heaping spoonfuls of grace (like I do)?

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The Burden Bore ’round the World

As a student, I could wear it on a t-shirt or keep it in my back pocket to pull out as was convenient.

While raising support, I could pack it up and put in the back of our minivan and retrieve it to display alongside our family’s smiling faces and pressed attire.

When leaving the land of my birth, I zipped it up in a 50 pound bag and stowed it away, more burdened by the fragility of my small babies whose worlds were about to be rocked.


On the field, it became something else entirely, too heavy to handle on my own. The burden for the lost and dying. Those that hadn’t heard. I picked it up and put it away often when my residence was in America, but from now on it would be forever with me sitting on my chest and whispering in my ear, even as I slept.

It calls my name from the sides of the streets where naked babies play with a passed out parent on the sidewalk. It grabs my attention from the beautiful views of this land and draws it a darkness for which I can’t craft a comparison. I hear it in ringing bells and blowing seashells as my neighbors lift up their voices in dramatized prayer to their chosen gods.

The burden I shared while raising support for this ministry was real; don’t get me wrong…

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Coffee for Your Heart

Five Minute Friday: Long-Distance Loyalty




“I was surprised at my automatic response to an SMS popping up on my phone late one evening. I realized that something had happened in my heart sometime over the last year of change after change in my unsettled life in Nepal, and I felt compelled to confess.

I told my friend of many years how I had distanced myself from those residing Stateside in some strange act of self-preservation. For some inexplicable reason, I had convinced myself it was just easier to do things this side of the world on my own. Like I had something to prove to myself that I was capable of handing the many curveballs thrown my way without the encouragement of friends and family.

Whoa, pride…Not cool!

The confession was difficult to release, and I immediately wanted to retract it. The dancing dots on the screen that told me she was crafting a response lingered for far too long and increased my anxiety about the situation at hand. But in true faithful friend fashion, she thanked me for my honesty and even affirmed my feelings despite how crazy they seemed to me.

I felt free to share, wholly accepted and loved. I had allowed the lonely moments and feelings of being forgotten overshadow the great blessing of the truly loyal, life-giving friends I have, and I had failed to return that great gift of loyalty from my side of the world.

This friends’ faithfulness shined a light on my own lack of loyalty to these invaluable treasures. I had excused myself from these friends’ lives because it just seemed easier, and maybe, in some ways it is.

But receiving the great gift of loyalty from a faithful friend makes me recognize its immeasurable value which I had been missing out on. What a great privilege it is to pass it on!”


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