Proof of Life

Journal Entry No. 05

Welcome to the Proof of Life journal entry series.

Writing more in general, and specifically with you, is something I hope to continue throughout the year.

Like many of you, life has become clearer over the past year and there are many things I have dropped along the way that I deeply desire to pick back up. In turn, there are things I never want to pick up again.

From the very beginning, I have always felt like we are on this journey together and I can’t wait to hear what proof of life will come to mean to you.



Many years ago I was attending the Hope Spoken conference and my friend Shannan Martin was a speaker. As the two of us were waiting in line for something or another we had the sweetest conversation that I have cherished to this day.

At the time they had recently moved from their dream farmhouse to the city where they knew with their whole heart they had been called. They were giving up what many would have defined as success and they were choosing their own version of what faith, success, service and community would now mean to them.

Even when you know a decision is right for you it does not mean that it makes it easy to walk it out. Often times the people that have the hardest time comprehending an out of the box decision are those that love us the most. What is possibly meant in love or protection can come across as worry, fear, questioning, doubt and even disappointment.

During that wait in line Shannan discussed what she had really needed during that transition period and also what she learned she would do for people in the same situation going forward. She wanted to be the kind of person that extravagantly supports those that are courageously foolish.

Those words changed me. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be that person that didn’t always have to be the voice of reason. Those words allowed me to go home and when my sister shortly after told me that they were going to sell their home and move into a camper I was able to say what do you need and how can I help.

Those words over the years have allowed me to be the person in hindsight I would want to be if even in the moment I didn’t understand and sometimes flat out disagreed with their decisions or even motives.

Be the person that extravagantly supports those that are courageously foolish.

If you have those in your life that want to do crazy things that you don’t understand (not self destructive things) how about not being the voice of reason?

What might look foolish to one is complete freedom to another.

What might look like irresponsibility to one may be the hands and feet of Jesus that no one else is doing.

What Shannan talked about is being open to whatever the Lord has in store for you, in store for others and also allowing those that you love to figure things out for themselves.

I want others in my life to remember that I supported them, held their hand, listened or cheered them on even when I didn’t understand. That they remember they felt supported even when their own legs were shaky and their heart was racing. Don’t people deserve that?

How about loving them more than you don’t understand their decision?

How about asking how we can help them?

How about asking them what they need to make that dream a reality?

What if more of us were being “courageously foolish” with the gifts, dreams and desires the Lord has given us?

What if more of us were able to cast off the “voice of reason” and just love each other and support each other?

This is the good stuff friends.

This is the stuff that changes relationships, your church, your town, your life and your legacy!