The Hope of This Naomi

Eight weeks after we arrived here, when life felt a little like we were finally settling into pleasant places and we were trying to remember to find our “pleasant inns” wherever we could (CS Lewis), a friend told me that there was another (possible) wave of discontent or frustration that most people go through. I knew it would come eventually, but determined to ride the wave and be thankful for as long as we could. It a rrived and stayed a little longer than I would have liked.

When I ask people who have been here a number of years how they like it here, there is always a pregnant pause, “Well, life here is hard, but I like the [people, lifestyle, or maybe traveling].” Not a single person has responded that they like or love it here. When we first arrived, I found this less than hopeful for the future.

Throughout the last six months, God has been speaking to me about just that: hope. But in my case, it has been lack of it. Before I left, a friend exhorted me to choose joy as often as I could. I have thought about that a lot since then, and tried hard to seek it, but as wave after wave of difficulty set in, I realized that joy was not what I was missing.
Many of you have shared my life these past 7 years, and so you’ve heard much of my struggles, sometimes outright complaints, along with a few victories. Several years ago, when Dave and Eric preached about Caleb’s whole-hearted faith, Ruth’s loyalty, Daniel’s faith and more, God breathed the promise of healing and future victories into those struggles. Yet, healing for us all has been slow, in my economy.

As we were called to move here to Egypt, over and over the image of the Red Sea was planted in my heart, through songs I would hear on the radio, a book we were given, or scriptures poignantly timed. Listening to the radio one day, I heard a song by Ellie Holcomb that spoke into my heart, but I didn’t know the title (I later discovered that it was called “Find You Here” – also a great song) to search for it on YouTube. Instead of finding the song I was looking for though, the song that came up was “Red Sea Road”.

Her words, “We will sing to our souls, we won’t bury our hope, where you lead us to go, down a Red Sea Road,” only just recently sank in. I have been focusing on the road to the Red Sea, thinking of the suffering we had to do to get there—the suffering we’d been doing for 10 years now! What I’d missed, and couldn’t see until recently, was that part about hope.

As usually happens, when God is trying to get me to see something, He repeats it to me in various ways. After hearing a sermon about the hope of Naomi, this message began to convict my heart. In the battles, in the heartbreaks, in the “no’s” of our answered prayers, I had lost hope. I no longer though that God would bring me good. I expected the bad, the difficult, the frustrating, because well, the last few months in particular have been so very hard. And we have a history of hard that even counting thousands upon thousands of gifts over the last few years had not been able to overcome (Ann Voscamp One Thousand Gifts). Recently as I listened to Ellie Holcomb’s song again, and I realized that I had indeed buried my hope!

I saw myself as Naomi, the bitter one, who no longer expected God to do good things for her. And yet, the thing about Naomi is that she had Ruth. Ruth stuck with her, even when they had nothing. Ruth loved her, encouraged her, and above all, Ruth obeyed God. And Naomi. She trusted them both and in the end because of Ruth’s obedience, love and faith in God, Naomi turned from being called bitter, to being the blessed one. And while their existence on this earth may have been hard for awhile, God brought forth Salvation through them both.

I have shared so many negatives in my life with you all, and you have loved and supported me through much. It seems only right that now you should walk with us as God brings His promised healing.

Because I am homeschooling the girls and taking a writing class online, I probably won’t write often, but I will continue to share some thoughts about Egypt, our journey and our lives here. It is a fascinating place and I think you might enjoy some of our adventures (and perhaps we can inspire you to come and visit!). I also want to share a bit of my spiritual journey with those of you who have been there with us for hard stuff, to see the result of God’s work in all of us. Friends, you are my Ruths! You have loved me, inspired me, helped me to be brave and encouraged me to be obedient. Because of you, your prayers, and the reminder that the Red Sea Road, while it winds through a desert, ends in a miracle (and a promise fulfilled), I have hope again. For,

“I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:13-14



I’ve been reading a book called Sacred Pathways by Gary Thomas.  It is about the ways in which we naturally worship God and how each one of us has a particular pathway (or ways) that helps us to be all in when we worship.

Right now, I am reading the chapter on worshiping God through nature.  Usually this is one of my favorite ways to worship Him: gazing at mountaintops to consider His grandeur or beholding the expanse of the ocean to meditate on His immense power.  As I was considering this, and admittedly missing my home in America, I began to grumble.




Living in the midst of the drab, tan of the desert, surrounded by mile upon mile of drab, tan apartment buildings as far as my eye can see from my sixth-story window, I think about how impossible it is to worship God through the beauty of nature here in Cairo.


As I walk the streets of my neighborhood there is trash everywhere, the smells of decomposing waste someone, for some unknown reason, has pushed into a pile and left there.  No one cleans up after their animals here, presumably because of all the stray dogs and cats who roam the streets, and when we do, we get some pretty incredulous stares.  There aren’t many parks here, and the few there are certainly aren’t that green or pristine.

casey smelling the flowers

And yet, as I walked the dog this morning, I realize that if I walk around the trash piles and keep my eyes focused ahead and not down around my feet, I begin to see snapshots of beauty all around me.  I notice a small square of grass and some flowers that someone is daily tending.  If I focus not on each little piece of garbage dropped in my path, I can see the bougainvillea growing over my neighbor’s fence.  When I look up, I see the little yellow flowers blooming in the tree above my head.

Just like in life, I can all too often choose to focus on the wrong thing. Too many times over these last few years, as I felt like the healing God’s promised is too slow in coming, or my expectations of a big, happy family fall short of my ideal, I have focused on the minutia—the garbage at my feet.

I grew up the oldest of three girls, was a responsible child, a good girl, a good wife, obedient and doing the hard work of raising my family in the light of God’s word.  I’ve worked hard, suffered much for the Lord as we’ve melded two families into one these past ten years. I have done all that I thought the Lord wanted me to do to raise these children to His glory, yet when I listened to them grumble, bicker and mock each other recently, I’ve felt cheated.  I’ve done my part, why is my family not living up to my hopes and dreams for them?

That’s when I finally realize that my focus had shifted to the grumbling and bickering, instead of the larger picture of healing that has happened and the moments of grace that are weaved into every day.  Of course I know that God doesn’t owe me any particular reward for my big sacrifice (which isn’t really that big, I know) but He has promised me healing.  And that promise will be fulfilled someday, even if it doesn’t look like I want it to.  For now, I have to put on my blinders, focus straight ahead, and look hard after the beauty of two sisters spending an afternoon together after one has suffered another heartbreak, a girl getting to spend time with her dad at work to give me a much needed break, and the joy of a boy turning sixteen and having a coffee with him at a local café while he tells me his hopes for the future.  When I tune out the teenage bickering and mockery, turning my heart to thanksgiving and determinedly focusing on the beautiful moments that make up a day then am I worshiping the Lord in Spirit and in truth (John 4:24).



Last night around midnight, Mark asked me what hopes I have for 2018. I wasn’t feeling very hopeful, but after he shared his, the only one I could come up with was:
“I will choose to have more joyful moments than sorrowful ones.”

This morning I am adding, “That I will look up, more often than I look inward; and in doing so, I will give to others out of my brokenness instead of allowing myself to spiral downward into the abyss of my negative thoughts.”

What about you? Is there some hope that you have for 2018? I pray God will use whatever is broken in you (and in me) to bring hope to others this year.

Grumbling or Thanks Giving – It’s a Choice, Really!

Then Moses and the Israelites sang this song to the LORD: “I will sing to the LORD, for he is highly exalted. Both horse and driver he has hurled into the sea. Exodus 15:1

It has seemed appropriate to study Exodus since we have moved here to Cairo.  In a few short weeks, when our oldest son comes to visit, we’ll stand in the shade of the pyramids of Giza and stay in a resort on the shore of the Red Sea.  My mind’s eye thrills at the thought of imagining the miracle from the shore and considering Moses song of praise.

Yet as I keep reading, not a few verses beyond, I find:

“Then Moses led Israel from the Red Sea and they went into the Desert of Shur. For three days they traveled in the desert without finding water.  When they came to Marah, they could not drink its water because it was bitter. (That is why the place is called Marah. So the people grumbled against Moses, saying, “What are we to drink?”” (Exodus 15:22-24)

Oh how easily, shortly, my heart turns to grumbling.

We received our shipment of household goods this week!  So many prayed for the resolution of our situation and are part of that miracle; thank you, O Lord!

My oldest daughter asked a few days after we got the news that our shipment would be delivered soon, if I thought it could arrive before her birthday.  She loves strawberry cake and wanted it to be a bundt cake, and we’d been making due with the one 13 x 9 pan that I’d purchased as we waited for our baking supplies to arrive from the U.S.  I told her I would ask!

I had previously asked God for our goods be delivered before Thanksgiving so I could make a good meal for my family to ease some of the sadness of not sharing this day with aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, but now I prayed again, “God, could we please have the shipment delivered before our daughter’s eighteenth birthday to make it special?”  It arrived on the sixteenth, the day before her big day.  I felt God’s deep love for me and my family in answer to my rather frivolous request.

So, we set about making this a special day for her, and went shopping for the ingredients to make the cake.  Thinking we could shop at the US Commissary, because we are able to do so in most every other country all over the world, we set out only to be told that we couldn’t.  So, we had to make due with the ingredients that we could find and the disappointment of not making the perfect cake.

There have been many disappointments and difficulties since we’ve moved here, but if I list those, instead of all of the good, I begin to grumble and my attitude infects everyone around me.  I am still learning (“When will I ever be done learning the same lesson over and over, Lord”) to “take captive every thought” (2 Corinthians 10:15 NIV) but when I do, I can avoid grumbling in the desert and focus on the hope of what God is going to do next.  Sometimes, I may have only to walk three days in the desert to taste His life giving water, others it may take years and years, but I know my God will always “work all things together for good, for those He has called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28) For that I am forever grateful!

A Cutting Time

Moving to Cairo has been the most difficult move we’ve made over the last (almost) 25 years.  And we’ve moved a lot!

Having been a Marine’s wife for 20 years, I am usually good at this: I know that when we land in a new place, I must push myself out of my comfort zone to meet new people, find a place to volunteer in church and find ways for my kids to connect with new friends, church and sports activities as well.

This move has been fraught with difficulty from the moment we decided to set out on this journey to the Red Sea: getting our contract late meant that we had to get our boots on the ground running, with no time to waste.  In the whirlwind of dealing with my dad’s death, being his executrix,  preparing for an overseas move and then arriving here one day before the boys were to start school, I have struggled to understand all that God is asking me to give up.

For the first time in my married life, I have found myself unable (unwilling?) to simply pick up my bootstraps, get out there and make new friends, get involved in volunteering in the church and pressing into this new community in order to get us settled here.  And it is not that people aren’t reaching out to us.  We’ve joined a small group, and this has been a good source of friendship and support and those relationships are growing.

I asked God when there was a ministry fair back in September if I should volunteer and the clear answer was “No.”  As we homeschool the girls, it has become very clear that I am not equipped to teach my two girls.  I have no training to help them learn to overcome whatever learning obstacles they face.  It has also become very clear that this is exactly where He is asking me to serve: in my weakness, lack of ability and heartache.

So many hard things have occurred while we are here, that I could begin to wonder, God do you understand my need? Do you know I need to do something more fulfilling than trying day after day to build these girls up when my daughter is flinging such anger my way that just accomplishing the task of getting through one school day with my faith intact seems impossible?

In the beginning, I was envious of Mark, getting to leave it all and go to work, to do what he enjoys and be fulfilled that he is finally doing his calling.  But over these months, God has been cutting, molding and changing my heart as he calls me to this hard, seemingly unfulfilling service

I know it is not a sign that He doesn’t know me, or understand my needs.  I know that the difficulties are not a sign that He is absent or doesn’t care, but rather is a walking with me to the Red Sea Road and our future miracle.  Yes, he is pruning me and taking away much that I would rather do and asking me to do the hard service of loving without seeming reward or fruit in the moment.

When we first came here, I knew God was sending us on the way to the Red Sea, and I thought of it mostly as La Via Dolorosa, the way of suffering.  Now, I have begun to see as I’ve been studying Exodus, that much of the suffering and wandering in the desert is for a purpose.  “God did not lead them [as the Israelites approach the Red Sea] on the road through the Philistine country, though that was shorter, for God said, ‘If they face war, they might change their minds and return to Egypt.” (Ex. 13:17)  I am struck that the Israelites never knew what God was thinking, and thus never knew the provision he was making for them by taking them on the longer, more difficult, road.  I know this to be true in my own life too, but so often forget in the day to day of my own small sufferings.

I am beginning to see that the way to the Red Sea leads to the miracle of God’s provision for our family. I still have to remind myself, as waves of frustration hit week after week in this place, that this is the road to deliverance, and I believe healing (whatever that means in God’s eyes) for my family.  As each trial has come this week – my stolen debit card and the news that we would have to pay $5,000 to get our household goods shipment out of customs, I’ve realized that it is an opportunity for prayer and trust in the God who has parted the Red Sea.  And it is also an opportunity for His people, my brothers and sisters to be part of that miracle, watching and waiting in prayer together so that we may all share in the miracle provision that is coming.  There is hope in the cutting!

A Nice Place to Stop

With the changing of the leaves and the dropping temperatures, a new season was arriving.  I had a busy summer getting my children to work, soccer camp and the many other summer activities that our five teens and one ‘tween were involved in.  I had expected rest and enjoyment, but instead spent even more time in the car than I do during the academic year.

At the end of the summer, I began a new season of life, caring for my elderly father.  This was a change, which perhaps I should have been better prepared for, that caught me by almost complete surprise.  I have always planned to honor my parents by caring for them when they would need me to, but hoped that season would wait until our children were raised and living on their own.

As has happened so many times, my expectations have had to be revised in order to follow God’s will during the trying times of life.  Yesterday was filled with worry over my dad and hurt over words flung at me by one of my teens.  At the end of September,  I had to let go of an opportunity that would have been very fulfilling for me, in order to serve those in my life who need me to focus on them.

Truthfully, as fall set in I felt weary and tired of giving up my dreams to make everyone else’s life work better.  But it is truly my calling, and so I ask God to adjust my attitude once more and give me contentment enough to serve as He wills.

On my own I cannot do this: focus on others by putting my own desires second.  So, I began focusing on being content, by asking the Holy Spirit to help me.  Still in this extremely busy season, I was struggling with finding time to recharge my own batteries and discouragement seemed my closest friend.  I complained a lot!

My amazing husband, has learned well not to try to “fix” my problems, so he took another tack.  He asked me how I was taking care of myself in this time.  When I began to whine about not having time for this, he told me of a concept in one of C. S. Lewis’ books (If you know which one, please share it with me) about “pleasant inns.”  He explained that the idea is that even when you are short on time, you can take a stop at one of those lovely, relaxing inns even in the midst of a busy family.

It’s been two months since I asked God to really work in my heart and I recently realized that He is answering my prayer, daily.  Last week my fifteen year old and his friend put up our Christmas tree while singing carols.  As I looked around my living room, the laughter, the warmth of the fire, praise rising past our rooftop, I knew this was one of those inns.  And they’d been happening a lot lately, as the Spirit nudges me to look around myself.  At dinner one night, the laughter rises over the aroma of tacos and my I find myself pondering joy.

I pray that you can find one of those places, even in the midst of this very busy season, to stop for a joy break here and there to let your praise rise to the One who makes our hearts to sing.

He Delights Over You With Singing

The thermometer must have reached 110 that Kansas day, but inside of the garage it felt even hotter.  I set my glass of iced tea down on the table, and began organizing my in-love’s (ok they are my in-laws-but it is more love that binds us all together than law) possessions for the garage sale that would take place the next day.  It was fun looking through old aprons that Grandma McCoy had worn, leftover fabric from Marcie’s sewing room, old straw hats, mason jars, crocks and some antique tools.  Taking a sip of tea, I reached for some plates and found one that had been obviously decoupaged with a napkin.  As I read the verse, “He will rejoice over you with singing” I was amazed!

I had been looking for this verse for over a year, even searching for it on and in various concordances and topical Bibles with no success.  I’d heard it first in a Beth Moore Bible Study I had done in Maryland, but after we moved to New York,  I couldn’t find the journal I was sure I’d written it down in.  Now, today, I’d found it.  I hadn’t imagined that this verse had been in my Bible: it was really there!  JOY!

Zephaniah, a prophet during the reign of King Josiah of Judah, descended from King Hezekiah (4 generations removed) and like his contemporary Jeremiah, preached of a coming judgment on the “Day of the Lord” (Zephaniah 1:7, 8, 10).  According to John MacArthur, Zephaniah would have prophesied from around 635 to 625 B.C (Introduction to” The Book of Zephaniah” The MacArthur Study Bible).  The book of the Law was discovered in the temple in 628 B.C. and Josiah’s reforms began.  You can read about that story in 2 Chronicles 34 and 35.   Jehoiachin becomes King of Judah and in 597, Judah is taken captive by Nebuchadnezzar.

The first chapter of Zephaniah records God’s coming judgement on his people for their many sins, but mainly idolatry (1:4).  Then God calls for repentance and tells of a remnant of Israel (3:12) that will be left as a “meek and humble people, [who] shall trust in the name of the LORD.”  Then God reminds them that if they will just repent (2:1-3) they will be part of the remnant whom He will save.

What has struck me about this passage, as well as the prophesies of Jeremiah, is the Lord’s mercy.  In His great mercy, and in His righteous anger, He waits for the Israelites’ repentance and then warns His people of the coming consequences for their unwavering sin.  He gives them time to do so and then acts.  But before He acts He gives them a “future and a hope” by telling them that their captivity would only last 70 years and that after that time they would live in their own home again in prosperity (Jeremiah 29:11).

So the lesson I’ve learned through all my struggles?  That God is Ever-Faithful, Long-Suffering and merciful.  To this sinner who doesn’t deserve His mercy or grace He whispers the words of Zephaniah 3:17 and reminds me of His deep love for His sinful daughter.  He tells me that like Israel, He delights over me with singing.  No matter what you’ve done or suffered through, He loves you like that too.