Frye Fam Happenings

I used to listen to this song and sing it in church and think, "Good grief! Why would any of us sing this?!"  " Spirit, lead me where my trust is without borders! Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander !'  That's asking God to do some mighty big stuff, isn't it? What if He asks me to move to Africa? Will He want me to sell all of my things, uproot our family, and go to a foreign nation?! Why do our minds always go there? Why do we think God intends for all of us to be in a different culture, learning a different language, sharing the gospel to an unreached people group…(fill in the blank with your radical list of callings) What if this is our ocean?? - right here in this great land of very lost people who are turning more and more to what is right in their own eyes, where religions and spiritual groups of people are all starting to blend together in a jumbled up mess of confusion. Or what if our ocean is just stepping into the...

When babies are grown and life is less stressful? When busyness passes and I can just be? Who will listen to the words of this young mother? What in the world do I have to offer? I heard in a movie once that you can know what your passion is when it is the first thing you think about when you wake up. When you go to sleep dreaming about it and it is all your mind drifts to by default. I am in bed now. 8:20 in the morning. My kids are watching TV, the youngest is still in bed, and I have a little guilt. But I have these words in my head that are always aching to come out. I actually do that. I wake up with words waiting to jump onto paper. I write what would probably be paragraphs and paragraphs…in my head. What good does that do? I start to write and leave my writing to go about my day. Then I find myself with words needing to be spewed. I hear them in my head, write them into nothingness, and it actually feels like a need to write them down somewhere visible. Maybe I do have...