Author: Lisa Black

Worth the wait

When I was 25 years old, I was in love and married to a wonderful man, and we had two little girls. When I was 25 ½, I was suddenly widowed and a single mother to a 2 and 4 year old. Of course my pain was intense, but watching my baby girls suffer was unbearable. Loneliness and grief are a powerful combination.  All three of us felt the weight of loss every day of our lives. My profession had me speaking in middle schools and high schools, and counseling troubled young girls 10 hours a day.  Every one...

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I still have hope

I get it— the lack of Hope in our current society… the shootings, the violence, the elections, the human trafficking. It’s all too much. Even if none of these plagues’ have invaded your front door, I know your house holds its own pain— broken relationships, addiction, cancer, grief, anger.  At some point we all have to face the overwhelming pain and suffering that being human bestows upon us, ready or not. Yet, we have all heard ourselves saying, “The children are our future.” Regardless of our religious and political views, everyone can agree on that one thing. Right? Or,...

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The Dream

Sometimes you have dreams all your life, sometimes you marry someone with the same dream…sometimes you get to live your dream. After years of grief, heartbreak and devastation I am starting to believe in the dream again-it’s a little scary, and extremely exciting. For years I have said, “I barely have the energy to get through the day let alone dare to dream anymore.” Now, I am starting to remember. The dream was birthed in me when I was a little girl, and when I met my husband 16 years ago I was captivated by his thoughts, his words...

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Why I’ll go… again!

Why I’ll go…again. I am a Baptist girl from the Midwest who didn’t even have a passport until I was 32 years old. I was raised around a few concepts: follow the ten commandments, get married, have babies, stay married, stay in the same job till you are old…move to Florida, play golf, die. Pretty simple. Nowhere in this plan was there a clause for things like; find yourself widowed at 25, be a single mom for 5 years, marry a man that does NOT believe in your Midwest mentality, raise 6 children, have lots of different jobs, live in Africa, bury your son, survive his death…and now; Move to Spain. It would be easier to stay in Colorado, keep hosting every holiday, take care of our aging parents, and be there for my kids, even though they are adults now. Technically they don’t need me, but nothing in me wants to be away from them.  They were a pain in the butt during the teenage years, and now they have evolved into the most amazing fabulous grownups.  They are my best friends and I am pretty crazy about them. But I am leaving them. I don’t know why but something in me KNOWS there is something more.  It may sound glamorous and brave, or maybe I sound like a whiney martyr. And maybe I am. One thing I...

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And so the journey continues…

Most of our lives have hundreds of different seasons to them. Seasons of joy, seasons of sorrow, successes and failures. Circumstances are as never as bad as they seem, and they are never as good as they seem – the hope is that we can embrace every season and let them teach us their lessons…  Gary and I have found that most of our “Learning” or “Wisdom” has come from seasons of pain, loss and failure – seasons of having to live by faith or die. Like you, Gary and I have touched most of these seasons in life so far, and it is time for a new one. A season of simplicity, downsizing, focus, and a season of re-activating the “Call”. We have moved from our home of the past seven years and into an apartment. We have cut our overhead drastically and we are both working and praying hard to get to our next season.   Our “Call” is and has always been to serve the next generation. Awakening and activating young people to go and live the dream that God placed in their hearts – and a call to the widow and orphan, to those that cannot help themselves. With thankfulness and humility we are falling back into who we are, we are climbing back to our purpose. We have been knocked down, stomped on, run over and...

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