Monday, September 1, 2025

Another Brave Knight, posts.

 

Embracing Interruption and Changing Course: Bravely Navigating Disasters
Monday, September 1, 2025 by H. Lynn Pierce

When we read the Bible, there are many verses that we accept willingly, even
exuberantly: the gift of eternal life in John 3:16; the idea that God works all things
together for the good of those who love Him found in Romans 8:28; Mark 9’s
“Everything is possible for one who believes.” These verses are easy to embrace. We
memorize them and store them in our hearts for the tough moments when we need to
remember the goodness of God.
What happens then when we come across statements in God’s Word that are not so
easily embraced? When reading the book of Amos, we are forced into confronting what
our idea of ‘good’ looks like. Perhaps it’s not all rainbows and sunshine. Could there be
purpose in the darkness and storms of our lives?
Amos 3:6 reads, “Does disaster come to a city unless the Lord has planned it?” Initially
we might think, “Of course, God is sovereign over all things.” Then we realize what
we’ve just conceded to and pause. Our automatic agreement wanes into an internal
conversation:
Wait! Disaster?
Okay, let’s think about this. The Lord planned disaster, so it must be for our
enemies. Yes, God can ordain disaster to punish those who stand against His
people.
Right? But this disaster was coming to Israel, His children.
If God would send disaster to His children and I’m a child of God, could disaster
come to me too? Could God truly have planned it?
And how do I bravely navigate such a thing?

Amos’s Choice

Amos, a minor prophet, lived in the times when the Promised Land was divided. The
northern portion was called Israel and currently ruled by Jeroboam II and the southern
portion was Judah. Judah is where God found Amos living a quiet life of shepherding
and tending fig trees. God gave him visions and words that Amos was to deliver to the
people of Israel. This would not have been a very enticing invitation. Let’s just say
there’s a reason that the kingdom was separated. And to quote Amos “Can two people

walk together without agreeing on the direction?” (Amos 3:3). Israel and Judah were
definitely NOT walking in the same direction and agreed on very little.
So, Amos was doing his thing, surrounded by his sheep and figs when God showed up.
Then Amos had to choose. Was he going to keep doing his thing or change paths?
Would he embrace the interruption and follow where God was leading him? I’m sure this
was not in his 5-year plan. It probably wasn’t on Amos’s radar of possibilities for his life.
Isn’t that how God tends to work though? We are plugging along doing our thing when
He steps in and invites us to change course. We get to choose. We can keep to our
original path or accept the new way.
Amos chose to follow God. This did not bring confetti cannons. This did not rocket him
into popularity. This did not fill his storehouses with riches. This meant he left his home
and traveled to a place where no one wanted him around to tell people things they didn’t
want to hear. You see the people of Israel were doing their thing too. They had a plan.
They were waiting on the Day of the Lord! God was going to intervene on their behalf.
He was going to swoop in and save the day. And He was going to step in and make
some changes, but not like they thought.

God’s Plan

It’s true that the people surrounding Israel and Judah were doing some bad things and
God did intend to deal with them. Amos opened with this prophecy. (Perhaps God knew
he needed something to grab the Israelites’ attention before He shared more of what
was really on His heart.) However, Amos carried a message that God was more
focused on saving Israel from themselves than from their enemies. You see, the things
they had chosen to do had led them far from Him. They had found some comfort, some
wealth, and some religion. They went through the motions of worship, but their hearts
were disengaged. How could God know this? Well, He, of course, could look into their
hearts, but their actions also proved the conditions of their hearts, as they always do.
Israelites were treating people badly. They weren’t helping those that needed help. In
fact, they weren’t even noticing.
But God did. And because He loved them, he had to do something.
So, God sent Amos to tell them about it. Amos told them that God was going to
intervene, but that they weren’t going to like it. They needed discipline and God was
getting ready to dish it out. Dark times were ahead. Pain and suffering would be
inflicted. Destruction of their whole way of life was headed their way. All of this because
they had chosen to go their own way instead of God’s. Here we find ourselves back
where we started in Amos 3:6: “Does disaster come to a city unless the Lord has
planned it?”

God was planning disaster to come to an Israelite city. This city held His children. Those
He loved beyond measure. We can look at this as cruel punishment, but we’d be
missing something: the character of God. God is love. His desire is for His people to
live. Amos 5:6 tells us how to do that: “Seek the Lord and live.” The truth is God loved
His people too much to let them continue down this road that led them further and
further away from Him. He had tried other ways to get their attention and invited them to
return to Him. They failed to listen and change course. That was their choice.

Our Choice

Sometimes we fail to listen as well. We fail to change course at the interruption and
invitation of God to do so. And sometimes people we love choose to keep doing their
thing even when God has prompted us, like Amos, to point them to truth and life.
I don’t know exactly how Amos dealt with that. He did what God called him to do. He
spoke the very words God gave him to speak. He traveled into unfamiliar and possibly
hostile places to bravely share truth. And maybe it was easier to speak to strangers.
These were people that God loved dearly, but Amos didn’t really know. What if the
people we’re called to share visions and words with are those we share a home with
every day?
God called me to adopt, to take some of those strangers and bring them into my home
and love them like He did. I embraced that interruption and followed His lead. Some
people think that adoption is simply generous and beautiful, but I think those people
haven’t actually adopted. There is grace and beauty, but trauma is commonplace in the
land of adoption. Rejection and hostility find their way into the home in which you hoped
love could be enough. The children in my care had no say in what happened to them in
the first years of their lives. They didn’t choose for traumatic experiences to override
God’s plan for their brain development. Yet, the possibility remains to move toward
healing even though it requires loads of hard work. God’s invitation still stands; anyone
can return to Him. He calls to each of us, “Seek me, and live.” (Amos 5:4)

My Idea of Love

When I was little, I played with dolls and dreamed of being a mom. My journey to
motherhood was long and arduous, perhaps preparing me for what lay ahead. I
imagined a world in which love felt like a pit of Squishmallows. I would jump in, and it
would envelop me with cushy softness. However, as I stepped into parenting, I quickly
realized that was not the case. It was more like a ninja course, and it required sure

footing and constant vigilance. I had to be firmly standing on the cornerstone of Christ
because life would be full of unexpected storms. It also required armor to bravely step
into another person’s hurt and speak truth and life. There are moments of Squishmallow
bliss, but parenting often feels more like hugging a sea urchin. Love can cause
callouses and wounds, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. And it doesn’t mean you
give up. Love means trying again and again and making hard choices in the face of
seemingly insurmountable challenges.
I also don’t know how God felt when he chose to make hard choices that effected His
children. He loved Israel. I know that. He also chose to make hard calls when others
suffered at their hands. I can relate to that. When children in my home chose to inflict
pain on others, it broke my heart. When they entertained homicidal ideations, the
danger was real. Something had to change; hard calls had to be made. Those included
emergency room visits, psychiatric inpatient stays, partial programs, residential
treatment facilities, and group homes. Extremely hard calls, especially when you love
your kid. Yet, there were other children in the home; I loved them too. Their lives
mattered, just like the poor being oppressed in Israel at the time of Amos. God loved
them too.

God’s Idea of Love

Just like God would go to extreme lengths to win back the heart of His children, He
would do the same for mine. That included planning some disasters. Always at the root
of such awful circumstances is His goodness. He will use whatever means necessary to
reach our hearts, to turn us away from death and back to life with Him.
Now, admittedly, I’m not God and I haven’t always make perfect decisions. I do my best
to bravely navigate the disasters that God plans. I do have peace about following God
through unimaginable horrors. I also find comfort in the fact that God shows love
through discipline and making hard calls for His own children. All of my children are
alive today, even though there were some days I wasn’t sure that would be the case.
They don’t all live with me, but some do. There are years of trauma that occurred in our
home. Some of which I may never know, because even after years of feeling safe there
are still things coming to light. I do know that we all have the choice to return to God and
move toward healing. And it’s up to us to make that choice.
In Amos 5, God describes to His children how to return to Him and find life. He speaks
of great sorrow at how they have treated their fellow human beings and especially their
pretense and hypocrisy of religion (vs. 21-23). God doesn’t want them going through the
motions, He desires their hearts. “Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, and
endless river of righteous living. (vs. 24)” says God to all of us. For though we have to
make hard calls sometimes when it comes to those we love, we are all only able to

change our own hearts. That is truly brave. To recognize where we’ve veered off, to
seek the Lord and return to Him, this is where we discover how to truly live. That is our
choice: to embrace the interruption and correct our course.

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

St. Croix: the gift, book 3 of the series

 Book 3 launch scheduled for August 30, 2025 on Amazon. We are also offering free eBook St. Croix: through the wall from August 29, 2025 through September 2, 2025.

https://www.amazon.com/St-Croix-Through-William-Wright/dp/1735752266

Book #3


                                                            The final storm


Book #1

In the beginning

Book #2

The great escape

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Thursday, August 14, 2025

Stepping into God's Plan with Courage

 

Stepping into God’s Plan with Courage
Friday, August 1, 2025 by C. Joy Pierce

I’ve always loved music; notes carry me as I go throughout each day. So when God asked me to step into music, the answer was an easy yes, right? No. Not as simple as anyone can imagine. Some people may say it’s our calling to do this or that, but my music instructor Will B. Smith II put it more simply: “Our calling is to make Jesus known and bring glory to His name.” God has blessed us with gifts to make His kingdom greater. Living in a way where our calling is to make Jesus known is a less complicated way of thinking. Making mistakes? We’ve all messed up, many times. Feeling unworthy? I feel that way too. God’s word says, “The LORD your God is among you, a warrior who saves. He will rejoice over you with gladness. He will be quiet in his love. He will delight in you with singing.” - Zephaniah 3:17

It’s easy to be silenced by the noise all around us. We may hear from ourselves or others that we’ll never be good enough. Or we may want to stay in the tempting comfort zone. The hard part is that we are often criticized by those who matter to us the most. The ones who are supposed to support us through thick and thin sometimes let us down.

I’ve been blessed to have many great influences in my life, which has taught me a lot. I’ve had my times of being pushed out of the nest so I could learn how to fly, and eventually soar. Think of the eagles, designed by God to rise above the storms, to be safe from dangers and obstacles. I like to think of fledging out of the nest, learning to fly.

We can see the small bits and pieces as God reveals. We can hear His voice when we are still. When the storm comes, our Heavenly Father will help us rise above it all. We will experience the storm but come out better because of our ability to hear and see God. “Now to him who is able to do above and beyond all that we ask or think according to the power that works in us—to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever, Amen.” - Ephesians 3:20-21

Mustering the courage to lead worship at church is not through me or about me in any way. I once heard it said like this, “I’m not confident in myself, I am confident in God.” So the path we take to gain courage is by believing in the God of possible. I can’t do anything on my own strength, but trust in the One who can. Psalm 57:7 says, “My heart is confident God, my heart is confident. I will sing; I will sing praises.”

The journey to becoming a member of the worship team has been long. This dream has bubbled inside of me for many years. Learning to accept correction, learning to fall, learning to get back up again, and learning to be strong are all parts of the process.

The lesson that has captivated me the most is, “Worship leaders are ushers, they lead you to your place (praising in spirit, in truth), and step out of the picture.”- Will B Smith II.

Acknowledging my participation on the worship team is not shining a spotlight on me and that I’m just a guide is what beckons me forward. The Bible tells us that people of worship were put in the front (Psalm 68:25, 2 Chronicles 20:21). When I think about the power of worship and praise, 2 Chronicles 20 comes to mind. King Jehoshaphat faced a huge obstacle. Three different armies had banded together to try and take his kingdom down. The first thing Jehoshaphat did was pray. Then God told him to march into battle as victors because He was going to win this battle. God is present in our times of trouble, and in our weaknesses. He’s fighting and winning our battles. They’re His.

If the hard part about God’s plan is that it seems impossible, most likely it's bigger than you. There are many examples in the Bible of unlikely leaders. Take Gideon for example, he was literally in hiding. He did not want to show his face at all. But an angel appeared to him and called him a mighty warrior of God! He ended up leading an army of 300 men and through God won the victory. There are many, many other examples of other people just like this in the Bible. I have heard it said that “God doesn’t call the qualified, he qualifies the called.”

We shouldn’t miss out on the amazing opportunities that God has for us. There is freedom in obedience. Would Moses have gotten to use his staff in the parting of the Red Sea? Would Noah have gotten to build an ark that took over 100 years to build and witness animal kinds walk onto the boat two-by-two? Would Mary have gotten to give birth to and raise the Son of God? If they hadn’t stepped out in obedience, they probably would’ve missed out on the miraculous that took place in their lives. “Now if you will carefully listen to me and keep my covenant, you will be my own possession out of all the peoples, although the whole earth is mine.” - Exodus 19:5

If you are interested in stepping out into God’s plan, pray this prayer with me:

Heavenly Father, I want to be on fire for You. I don’t want to lean on my understanding; I am choosing to trust You. May I make You the center of my life and stand on Your word. You are my firm foundation. I long to be Your hands and feet. Guide my steps and lead, I will follow. When I pass through deep waters, the fire, the storms, I know You will be with me. Sometimes we will walk on water, sometimes we will make it to the top of the mountain, and when I sink, You are right there to lift me up. Lord, make my ways straight, keep my eyes on You. When I seek You, let me find You. Use me to bring glory to Your name. Help me to plant seeds in the lives of other people and make Your kingdom greater. Humble me when my pride gets in the way. I want to make You famous. May everything I do not be about myself, but about You.

In Jesus’ Name I pray, Amen.

Step out into this beautiful journey. Jesus is calling you, where endless possibilities await.

Monday, July 7, 2025

Turning Points: Using Life's Big Changes to Break Bad habits

https://braveknightwriters.com/blog/1073-Turning-Points-Using-Lifes-Big-Changes-to-Break-Bad-Habits


Turning Points: Using Life’s Big Changes to Break Bad Habits
Thursday, July 3, 2025 by Zoe Houston


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Every season of transition holds a story waiting to be rewritten. Whether it's a new job, a move across the country, marriage, divorce, a health scare, or the bittersweet experience of watching children leave home, these moments can unearth buried patterns and open a path to reformation. For followers of Christ, these windows in time are more than just challenges—they're sacred invitations to renew your spirit and reshape your routines. When God shifts your surroundings, He often intends to shift your inner world too.

Start with the Wilderness, Not the Map

You don't need a five-step plan the day your world turns sideways. Life transitions feel messy because they uproot comfort, and in that discomfort is a rare chance to see yourself with clarity. Think of Jesus in the wilderness—before ministry, before miracles, there were forty days of solitude. Likewise, when you're between where you were and where you're going, let that be a pause. Don't rush to control it. Let yourself dwell there and ask what the Spirit is surfacing.

Consider Your Career Path Options

Before stress starts seeping into every corner of your life, it’s worth considering whether your job is still serving your growth or simply draining you. For those drawn to healthcare, advancing through an online degree can be a powerful step toward purpose and stability. Exploring the importance of MSN degrees might open doors to roles in nurse education, informatics, administration, or advanced practice that align better with your gifts and long-term goals. If your current role no longer stretches your capabilities or you've felt the nudge toward a more fulfilling path, a career switch could offer welcome relief—not just professionally, but mentally and emotionally as well.

Name the Habit, Then Dissect the Lie

Old habits cling like shadows, especially when you're vulnerable. During a life change, you may find yourself reaching for the same escape hatches—procrastination, overeating, endless scrolling—not because you enjoy them, but because they numb the unknown. But the truth is, every bad habit is rooted in a lie. Maybe it's “I’m not worthy,” or “I have no control.” Naming the behavior isn’t enough. You need to interrogate the false belief underneath it, and replace that lie with the truth of God’s Word.

Create Liturgies for the New Normal

Once a transition begins, everything from your commute to your sleep schedule may shift. This is your chance to form new rituals before the old ruts harden again. You don’t need to build a monastery. Start with a liturgy of small things—a morning prayer while brushing your teeth, a five-minute gratitude journal after dinner, or scripture on your lock screen. These tiny anchors add up. They’re not about performance; they’re about presence. And presence is where healing starts.

Pray for Resilience, Not Just Relief

It’s tempting to ask God to make the transition easy, but spiritual growth rarely blooms in comfort. Instead of praying away the pain, pray for eyes to see what God is doing in it. Ask for resilience, not just relief. Building resilience starts by shifting how you respond to pressure rather than trying to avoid it altogether. You grow sturdier when you let setbacks teach rather than define you, and that often begins with slowing down enough to reflect before reacting. Cultivating habits like prayer, journaling, or simply asking for help can strengthen your emotional core and remind you that resilience isn’t about going it alone.

Let Repentance Be the Rhythm, Not the Exception

Many Christians treat repentance like a fire alarm—only pulled in emergencies. But what if you made it a daily rhythm instead? Life transitions stir up all kinds of things in your soul. Some you expected. Some you’d rather not see. Instead of hiding from that, let it become your altar. Repent early and often, not with shame, but with expectation. God isn’t surprised by your habits. He’s interested in your willingness to surrender them.

Build Forward with Hope, Not Fear

It's easy to let fear shape your future after a disruptive change. You worry you’ll fall back into old ways or that you’ll fail again. But God didn’t give you a spirit of fear. He gave you a sound mind and a living hope. Replace the inner critic with a chorus of truth. Every time you step into a new behavior—choosing a walk over wine, prayer over panic, service over self—you’re not just building a better life. You’re bearing witness to resurrection power in your own body.

You don’t have to wait until the dust settles to start over. Every major life shift is an altar waiting to be built. Not the kind made of stone, but the kind made of sacrifice, trust, and renewed obedience. Don’t waste the in-between. Let God use it to tear down what never belonged and to build something holy where the old habits once stood. You were never meant to come through unchanged. You were meant to come through reborn.

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Sunday, June 1, 2025

Love is a gift

 

Love Does
Sunday, June 1, 2025 by Brave Knight Writers

“Go Tennessee” was the highlight and flavor of May—a mission to aid in  hurricane relief efforts in the town of Hampton. Hurricane Helene hit eastern Tennessee on September 27, 2024 as a tropical storm, causing flooding and mudslides. By October 7, 2024, the national death toll stood at 200. Fifteen were from Tennessee. National weather service records show:

Elizabethton, Carter County: 7.56 inches
Knoxville, Knox County: 4.97 inches
Gatlinburg, Sevier County, 8.84 inches
Greeneville, Greene County, 5.77 inches
Bristol, Sullivan County, 6.54 inches

What this doesn’t indicate is the massive torrents of water gushing from the surrounding hills for hours on end.

Our mission centered on a town near Elizabethton where logs washing down from the mountains caught on bridges, forming dams. The dams caused shifts in the normal course of the river, which then washed through Hampton. Houses were lost and damaged by the flood. Spring Street’s asphalt broke apart and boulders filled the yards.

One resident I spoke to said he climbed onto the roof of his house and watched debris flow by for five and half hours. Another piled up mattresses to the ceiling and stood on those for several hours. During this time, they had no access to any basic necessities of life.  How long does it take to heal from a disaster like this? Who helps the survivors? How soon do those not affected forget? Can you imagine trying to restart your life after such an event?

When the hurricane hit, I immediately wanted to respond but knew better than to go without local contacts. My cousin owns a place over the mountain in North Carolina. She told me to grab my chainsaw and go, but at 74, I didn’t think it wise. Going into a devastated area without contacts isn’t advised at any age. In 1985 my brother’s home and the general area suffered the destruction of a tornado. I remember going to help him rebuild, and how authorities had taken control of access.

So, instead, I contacted pastors at our church asking if they were associated with any churches in the area. It took time, but eventually we contacted an Alliance church in Elizabethton and our mission took form. Eight months after the storm, there was still significant recovery needed.

Our team of volunteers took shape, consisting of 17 male basketball players, 6 female basketball players, two coaches, and a chef, all from Grove City College. We even had a videographer along for part of the trip. In addition to me, one of our pastors and two other church members agreed to go. Our granddaughter just graduated from Theil College, and with a week off before starting her next academic adventure, she volunteered to also go. Having my granddaughter along made it special for me. The final blessing came the night before departure when someone canceled last-minute, and my better half arranged to come with us. Sadly, she had been freed of dog-sitting since our ancient beagle had passed on recently.

We had no idea what we were walking into or what work we be asked to do, but mission work is like that. The unknown is part of the fun, and overcoming adversity brings joy. To my surprise, an additional mission to the same area is scheduled several months from now. These recoveries run long after the disasters are forgotten by the unaffected public.

Accommodations for our team were arranged at the Fairhaven Ministries campus on Roan Mountain, which consists of small family-type chalets, a dining hall, and a lodge. It’s typically used as a retreat for pastors, their families, missionaries, and Christian workers. The complex sits high up the mountain above the flood damage. Hiking Trails and the beauty of God’s creation surround it.

The dining hall became the center of our morning devotions, briefings, and evening reflections. It sported a piano, and to everyone’s delight, one of the female basketball players and a coach turned out to be very talented pianists. Even better, the college folk joined in to sing and dance to old time music. Note: the facilities provided no cell phone, TV, or internet service. One would think it was 1959 and even though these students played on the same teams, we watched as new awareness of each other’s strengths and weaknesses blossomed into genuine caring.

Hampton sits in the Doe River valley, several miles from the campus. Several churches have committed to aid in the town’s recovery. Hampton high school remains closed at this time; it will require extensive remodeling. Three homes are being built by volunteers with a fund of $300,000 raised by the churches. One of the churches donated significant funds to the project only to have their church and several homes destroyed by a later storm. Even so, the church voted not to fund construction of a new church but to raise additional money for those hurt by the second storm.

Step in, Nail Benders for Jesus, who volunteered to build a new church for the generous folks supporting others in need. The stories of love and courage would require a blog post of many pages, but we promise not to do such things.

A local coordinator met us each morning on Spring Street with direction, supplies, and inspiration. We collected rocks, and debris, and worked at landscaping. We also supported construction of the new houses. Some of us painted new drywall, cleaned up construction materials, cleaned out debris from garages and homes, and did carpentry work.

Most importantly, we interacted with the community, professional volunteer construction workers, and other volunteers from local churches. A good example of the local folks was an 86-year-old woman who insisted we use her garden hose and soap to wash. It made us feel good to share in the efforts. Our granddaughter visited an elderly stroke victim in his home, eventually coaxing him to his front porch so he could watch the progress. My wife worked with the chef, organized the lunches and pitched in wherever possible with other recovery activities.

Two basketball players and I were assigned to build a small porch on one of the new houses. Concrete base supports had already been set, and the vinyl siding at the base of the door was notched. To square up the posts I calculated dimensions using the 3-4-5 method and we attached the base brackets. We didn’t set the posts as we had other things to do.

At two o’clock in the morning I woke from a deep sleep, with the realization I had used the wrong measurement. I grabbed my calculator to confirm my mistake. Now, I accepted the need to confess my mistake to my young trainees, which I did at breakfast.

We corrected the mistake and while we stood talking, the battery drill in my hand burst into smoke and flames. When our work on the porch was finished, my crew and I were sent to Roan Mountain to build a shed from a kit, but the base was missing.

Not only that, but the kit had been sitting on the site for months and carpenter ants had infested it. The elderly couple looked devastated when we confided the shed couldn’t be constructed.

There is a materials supplier in Hampton called God’s Warehouse who supplies free materials to flood victims . Unfortunately it was closed, and we were unable to get materials for the base. At our evening reflection the pastor asked volunteers to sum up their day. One of my helpers simply said, “we faced adversity”.

We all thrived during the week knowing God is with us in the adversities we face. We felt that sometimes we get to be the hands and feet (and sore backs) of God. There was an incredible outpouring and accepting of love in that place and time. More teams from other locales and churches will contribute their time, efforts, and money over the coming weeks. Is there ever a time God doesn’t need us to fulfill His Great Commission by living the Gospel, allowing ourselves to love as Jesus loved?

It wasn’t all work, a local church hosted a picnic, and the local coffee house hosted a pig roast. The picnic was held at Watauga Lake, where several people took a dip in the icy waters. I highly recommend visiting the lake if you are in the area. It’s one of the cleanest in the nation, a beautiful spot.

Appalachian Coffee Cupboard held the pig roast in their backyard, with180 people in attendance. A local guy took to the basketball players and organized a tournament of bean toss. It was a big hit. In addition, we hiked to a gorgeous waterfall one day after work.

So, what can you do with this? We came home with more love than we started out with, we came home with our hearts warmed and spirits high. A sacrifice of time, energy, and money, overshadowed by blessings. God always uses a bigger shovel.braveknightwriters.com

Friday, May 23, 2025

Parents, when to sell

 

When the House Doesn’t Hold: Facing the Shift When Parents Sell the Family Home
Thursday, May 1, 2025 by Zoe Houston

Transitions in life take courage to navigate effectively. Our guest blogger Zoe Houston helps sort through the process of home purchases, downsizing, packing, and more. Please visit zoe.houston@starterhometour.com for more inspiration. You don’t want to run into the same situations as Dan and Julie encountered in our novel Paper Alley.

You never think it’s going to happen until it does. One moment, the house your parents raised you in is just there—sitting stubbornly on the corner of Maple and Third, with its faded porch swing and the creaky stair that always told on you. The next moment, it’s listed online with a slideshow of rooms that look too bright, too exposed, like someone took a flashlight to your memories. There’s a strange kind of grief that comes with selling the family home, and even stranger, it doesn’t always feel like grief at first.

Let Yourself Mourn What Isn’t a Death

There’s an odd cultural pressure to treat change like an opportunity right out of the gate. But you can’t shortcut grief, even when the loss is more metaphorical than physical. It’s okay—normal, actually—to feel a real kind of sadness over something like a home being sold. That front door your dad painted twice, the corner where your mom sat with her coffee every morning, the echo of arguments and laughter and sleepover secrets—they’re imprinted into your bones in a way no one else fully understands. In Ecclesiastes 3:1, it says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” That includes a time to cry over what seems silly to others. Let it be.

Talk About the Shift Before It Happens

One of the hardest parts about family transitions is the silence that swells up around them. Too often, you don’t talk until things are already in motion—boxes packed, garage emptied, keys handed over to a stranger. Start the conversation before anyone's ready to have it. Ask your parents what this move really means to them, what they’re hoping for in this next chapter, and what you can do to help them feel supported rather than questioned. And speak up about your own feelings, too—not to guilt them, but to stay connected. Families drift more in silence than in distance.

Rest for Better Decision Making

Stress has a way of fogging up even the clearest decisions, especially when emotions are running high and you're being asked to choose what stays, what goes, and what really matters. If you're feeling the pressure of a hundred tiny choices—should we keep the dining room table, who gets the photo albums, when do we list the house—pause before you push forward. Something as simple as taking a deep breath can shift you out of reactive mode and into a calmer space where your priorities have room to breathe.

Make Peace With Uneven Grieving

Here’s something no one tells you: not everyone is going to feel the same weight. Your sister might be relieved, your brother might be indifferent, and your parents might be downright excited about downsizing and ditching yard work. That doesn’t make your sadness any less valid, but it does mean you’ll have to carry it without the expectation of being joined. Still, the grief is yours to hold and understand. In Romans 12:15, there’s wisdom in the reminder to “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn.” You might be doing both at once—and that’s perfectly human.

Find the Stories in the Dust

Before the house is sold, and maybe even after it’s gone, take the time to walk through it like a museum of your own making. Snap photos, write down little moments attached to rooms, laugh about the ridiculous wallpaper choices, the mystery stain in the guest room, the dent in the garage door no one ever fixed. These stories are the legacy—not the physical walls. You don’t need a deed to hold onto meaning. Share these memories with your family, or keep them for yourself in a journal that smells like old paper and nostalgia.

Redefine the Meaning of “Home”

What does it mean when the house is gone but the family still exists? You have to build a new map—one where home becomes people and presence, not place. Maybe now it’s your apartment that hosts the holidays, or your brother’s backyard where your mom brings her famous sweet potatoes. The traditions have to shift, but they don’t have to vanish. Remember John 14:2, where Jesus says, “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?” There’s something comforting about the idea that home isn’t just here.


There’s a moment, usually later than you expect, when it all sinks in. You might drive by the old place and see a new car in the driveway. You might dream of it and wake up realizing there’s no “back home” to return to anymore. That’s when you know you’ve crossed into a new kind of adulthood—one where you hold the memories, but not the walls. Take heart: homes may sell, but what they held inside you isn’t going anywhere.
 

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Comments

Jan From Graham, NC At 5/2/2025 7:48:10 AM

- I miss our old home. I know the family who purchased it is making many memories and love living there. The wife recently sent a note saying how much she appreciates the flowers I planted. I feel the same way about my new home. There are large flower bushes and trees left by the original owner.

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Thanks for your reply, Jan! It's quite the transition.

Friday, May 2, 2025

Loss of a true friend.


 Feeling of the day... and for how long? RIP Toby, thank you for all you brought.

The Power of the Dog

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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

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