Sue, Esther, and Abigail


I spent a week down in Big Texas, but mostly I was just in my own head. I drove the beautiful way down, stopping in Fort Worth for some time with Nicole, one of my best forever friends, and then I rented a little place to spend some time writing in Austin. There in the backyard was a little shack where an old man lives. It sounds scary but it wasn’t. He looks like Doc on Back to the Future, and he takes care of the chickens and a little garden when he’s not playing guitar, piano, or harmonica. I had such a precious time with him that I can’t even write about it yet. He may have been an angel unawares. Click here for a tiny listen into it.


Then I went to IF:Gathering, and I got to read scripture, some were the words of David, where he’s letting out a moan to God. I read over thousands of women, joining them with a limp. I had just remembered that week very vividly what it’s like to lay in the floor and wait for God, not knowing whether or not He would show. I remembered being found, the breath of life in dry bones.  When the music started at IF, I closed my eyes and what used to be a throne room, in my mind’s eye, has now turned into the floor, the first place I met God. It’s not me down here and God way up there sparkling in gold. It’s me down here, and Him down here with me, breathing in. I heard the voices there of little girls in the bodies of women. We asked Him to be with us, and I knew He was.

If you get the chance to listen to the sessions, pleased do.  I fell in love with the women of the church there. I fell in love with my own church. I’m ready to see women understand that we have the capacity for God, that we are meant to give voice to His story. We are meant to bear fruit, to be free and not merely delivered. I’m ready to see gladness for those who don’t fit the molds, for us to see that God’s desire for us isn’t merely to have sex with our husbands, birth babies, and clean house (though those things can be so rockin.) I’m ready to see us call each other by our real names and for us to act out of our own belovedness. I desire to see the men in my life know just how very loved they are, too, and I desire for Jesus to be our middle ground. All that churchy language, I say it from the floor. I say it like one who remembers eating acid like candy dancing with little dead bears. I say it like one raised from the dead. I say it like one ready for new vocabulary. For now, I say it with the words I know.


A few days ago, I sipped coffee with a new friend. I’ve known about this amazing local woman, Sue, for years. She’s well-known for leadership and a passion for the Bible. I have long wanted to become her friend, and out of the blue, she emailed and asked that I come over. I was giddy and half thought I was in trouble. It’s been a while that someone invited me in, asked me questions, and offered wisdom. I felt vulnerable and cared for and shared with her that I felt an Esther moment coming on (not now, but soon) remembering how I had heard Ann Voskamp call our generation the Esther Generation.  The last few weeks I’ve been thinking about what a serious proclamation that really is. Was Ann prophesying over us? Read Esther if you haven’t in a while and let’s talk about it soon.

For now, I just have this question. Where are the older men and women who will take us in? All it takes is one, really. Just one hour and maybe one cup of coffee. And before you lean forward and say, “YEAH! Where are they?” Consider that we are all the older woman for somebody. It only takes one. My time with Sue was so good and healing that I walked straight in the door to my babysitter who’s honestly become one of my dearest friends, and I made arrangements with her to make our relationship legit. We had a DTR. We talk all the time, mostly laughing, but this is our chance. I see so much in my Abigail, and that day I had the feeling that Sue saw much in me, too. That’s the kind of thing that can take you for miles.

It’s important, no matter what stage we’re in, that we invite the younger ones in. I need Sue. I need my Mama and my Mother-in-law and my Julia. I also need Abigail and Hope, two girls who would freak out if they knew how much I love them. We need to put on Esther eyes and desire freedom for our people.


Now it’s time for me to tell you that so much is stirring. My Titus does NOT have this terrible metabolic disorder we had been told he might have, so I feel like all the lights just turned GREEN. When I told people on Facebook, I was so happy that I said, “EVERYBODY BOOTYSHAKE!” And they did, and you should, too.

We’re in a rent house, and the house right next door to us put a For-Sale sign in their yard. We made an offer on it by the end of the next day. I have held loosely to it, because remember this summer when we lost two different houses we thought we were buying? This time it’s actually happening, and we’re moving in 5 days! We get to settle somewhere, which is good, because I have the hold-on-for-dear-life feeling. More on that soon, too.

I’ll be here once in a while over the next few weeks, so subscribe or check in when you can. I’ll be back for real after the move.

This is my blog so I need to be random and point out that some of the women who’ve led me the most were all named Sue. That’s my mother-in-law’s name and the name of the woman who met me last week. And then there was Sue Gallant, who would sing and open her hands at church when I was a girl, and I believed her, even when I didn’t believe. Then there was Sue Willoughby who said GRACE and it meant something so beautiful when she said it. Susan means Graceful Lily. If you’re having a baby girl, there you go.

–Also, if you aren’t in a study right now, please consider joining IF:Equip. I’m doing it because it’s simple Bible. You read a short passage and then journal through 3 simple questions. Then there’s a little video, 5 days a week. Today SUSIE Davis and I do the video part. Coincidence? No way. Come on and join us.



About me


What’s Up: New Year and a New Plan
January 13, 2017
Making Room
July 02, 2015
To Love the Shape of Your Life
January 16, 2014
On Making Community: Part 2
October 01, 2012
On Making Community: Part 1
September 28, 2012
Made for the Party
September 19, 2012
On Community, Suffering, and Hope
November 15, 2011
All I Have
October 26, 2011
Share the Beauty: on community and stuff
October 15, 2011


Reply February 17, 2014

I suppose no matter our age, we always look up to superheroes. Yes?

I love you.

    Reply February 17, 2014

    Oh, I think I've learned not to call anybody a superhero. Some people are just further down the road than we are.

    But I love you, too.

      Reply February 17, 2014

      Well Titus is looking up at his superheroes. I know they're just plastic and all...


      I still love you.

        Reply February 17, 2014

        I still love you, too. Sorry I didn't know what you were saying. Also you're still handsome.

Reply February 17, 2014

I love all of it--your new house, that Titus does not have that awful thing, that I need to do three pirouettes before pressing enter when posting my blog on facebook (I followed the link), that Ann Voskamp says we are the Esther generation--I'm going to think on that. And, like you, I too, want to see women rise up out of the ash of their circumstances and be free. It's a longing of mine. Let's hold hands and do it together, Alabama-Arkansas girl. I love you much.

    Reply February 17, 2014

    I love you, too, Mississippi Girl.

Shelly Miller
Reply February 17, 2014

You know what? The whole time you were talking about the Sue you met with in Texas I was wondering if it was Susie Davis, and there she was at the end of the story. I'm one of those women, mentoring lots of women younger than myself, just an hour every other week with four and a few more that are older too. I'm the one who is blessed the most, sure of it.

    Reply February 17, 2014

    Yes, that's how I feel about my girls. I feel like I could crush a monster truck for them, I love them so.

Reply February 17, 2014

Beautiful. Just beautiful. I am so glad that Sue reached out to you and spoke into your life. What a treasure and a gift. So much to say about this post, so many thoughts and treasures. I am going to come back to it again and ponder some more.
So, I was at IF too, and we have so many mutual friends and I wanted to come up and say, "You are beautiful, I've heard so many wonderful things about you, let's be friends!" But, well, I chickened out. And we were going to come over and hang out with some of the girls in your apartment but we ran out of time. So, anyhow, hi. :)
I think Ann did proclaim prophetic words over us women. I'm excited to see the way it plays out in your life!
Blessings to you!

    Reply February 17, 2014

    JOY. You chicken. I wish you had have tagged me. We did a lot of talking in our condo, and we ate yummy ice cream. Next time please.

Erika Morrison
Reply February 17, 2014

Like I said: spirit animal.

    Reply February 17, 2014

    It's like we're eagles who give each other high fives, but only except with wings.

Reply February 17, 2014

So much goodness in this post.

Diana Trautwein
Reply February 17, 2014

Such loveliness, woven all the way through. And I am one of those women, too. Just because I am older than just about everyone else I hang out with - and definitely older than the half-dozen I meet with monthly for direction. This is happening in lots of places, Amber. And you don't necessarily have to been at IF to find it, either. Kingdom come.

    Reply February 17, 2014

    Oh Diana, I do have amazing friends at IF, but my friend Sue here is from home, and most people in my are have never even heard of IF, so I'm glad that IF isn't the point. I think it's what we're just meant to do anyway, you know? Well, yes you do know. :) IF we lived closer, I already know I'd make myself tucked up under your arm whether you liked it or not.

Reply February 18, 2014

All it takes is one cup of coffee.... I love that. We make it too complicated, don't we? Think small and act. That is better than so many lofty ideals that never occur.... thank you Amber!

the Blah Blah Blahger
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Reply February 19, 2014

Smiling :).

Reply February 21, 2014

Love that you expressed a heart for getting a mentor and being one. I think women today are desperate for these relationships. They are so necessary. One of my biggest passions is encouraging women to step up to the plate and pursue someone younger than them.

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