The night after I memorized Psalm 3, I had an unusually clear dream.
I was traveling with a teamâDeanna was there, Anni, Tim Kubacki, and other close friends. The kind of people youâre glad to be lost with. We were moving through a massive international airport in a foreign country. Not just bigâspectacular. Cavernous. Alive. The kind of place that makes you forget where you were headed because the journey itself feels like the destination.
We were distracted by everything: the architecture, the hum of languages, the smooth choreography of airport staff guiding us along. Even the internal transportation was extraordinary. Some of it ran on waterways inside the terminal, and we were ferried along on multi-person jet skisâpassengers riding with expert drivers. It was thrilling, slightly surreal, and completely absorbing.
We were each responsible for our own carry-ons and passports. At some point, I realized the staff had moved our bags to another cart. Thatâs when it hit me: my passport was in my carry-onâand I didnât know where it was.
I went into recovery mode. With effortâand urgencyâI tracked down my bag. Relief surged⊠until I opened it. The passport was gone.
The staff reassured me. âNot a problem,â they said. I rejoined the group, trying to believe them, letting myself be swept back into the moment.
Then the situation escalated. As we waited to board, our carry-ons were lost. Or misplaced. Or swallowed by the system.
This time, the fear landed hard.
My laptop was in that bag. My Mailchimpâthis emailâwas due the next day and unfinished. Everything was on that computer: words, photos, notes, work, callingâidentity, if Iâm honest. And now I had no passport in a foreign country.
I could feel myself spiraling.
One of the airport guides noticed. She caught my eyeâsteady, calm, unhurried. Long hair. A narrow, pointed nose. I remember thinking how unusual she looked. Then she said, very clearly:
âIn the big picture, you are still extremely blessed.â
The weight of her words felt different. God is bigger than the things you fear.
And I found myself wonderingâhalf-seriouslyâWas that woman even human?
Later that morning, in my quiet time, it clicked. The dream was a lived-out, modern parable of Psalm 3.
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Biblical Reflection
God Walks Closely With Ordinary People
Weâre tempted to believe fear would loosen its grip if only we were wired differently.
If I were more decisiveâŠ
If I were less intenseâŠ
If I were more disciplined, more spiritual, more confidentâŠ
Fill in the blank.
One reason the Bible is so long is that God keeps telling the story from every angleâso we canât miss the point.
Jesus said Abelâthe secondbornâwas the first prophet. God chose Isaac over Ishmael. Jacob over Esau. Joseph, and later Judah, over Reuben. Moses stuttered. Gideon hid. David was forgotten in the fields while his brothers stood in line.
Even David himself later confessed that sin marked him from the very beginning of his lifeânot as an excuse, but as a reason for radical dependence.
Paul named the pattern: God chooses the foolish, the weak, the lowly, the despisedâso no one gets to boast.
This isnât favoritism toward underdogs. Itâs the dismantling of human hierarchies. A complete reordering of power.
The kingdom doesnât run on credentials, charisma, or control. It runs on dependence.
And when you leadâor liveâfrom that posture, something shifts.
You stop building around yourself. You stop calculating outcomes. You start obeying Godâcome what may.
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Psalm 3 â Help!
Psalm 3 isnât theoretical. It was written while David was running for his life, with thousands actively trying to kill him. This was not imagined anxiety; it was rational fear.
And yet David moves through fear toward God.
He believes his words can summon a real response from heaven: âI cried aloud to the Lord, and He answered me.â
That still stops me.
Years ago, while working near the Arctic Circle at Eagle Plains, I heard a cassette-tape sermon. The speaker told of a woman in England during WWII who couldnât sleepâuntil she began meditating on Psalm 3. Then she slept peacefully, night after night, even though bombs sometimes fell in the city around her.
Forty years later, I still remember that testimony.
Psalm 3 teaches us this: Fear doesnât disappear when circumstances improve. Fear loosens its grip when reality comes back into focus.
âBut You, O Lord, are a shield around me.â
A Suggested Meditation
What is your fiercest fear right now?
What would most easily send you into panic?
Consider memorizing Psalm 3ânot as a slogan, but as a truth to return to, something to chew on when your mind starts spinning.
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Deanna’s Journey to Healing
This week we were deeply grateful to celebrate another one of Deannaâs birthdaysâand weâre planning many more.
Deanna has now completed 6 of 15 radiation treatments. The care team continues to be excellent, aligning the lasers with remarkable precisionâguided by the three tiny tattoos that mark the way.
Thank you for walking with us.
Click on the red arrow to see a 20 second update on Deanna’s radiation treatments.
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A Word About Our Next Steps
Several friends have asked us lately, âSoâwhatâs next for you?â Weâre grateful for the care behind that question.
The short answer is this: weâre still following the same calling, âhelping develop communitiesâthrough church plantingâwhere people encounter the protection, presence, and faithfulness of God,âjust in a new season and with new rhythms.
Over the past few years, God has been quietly preparing usâthrough study, suffering, and graceâfor a season marked by greater flexibility, deeper mentoring, and wider reach. Some of our work will be face-to-face, some remote, and much of it rooted in long-standing relationships in Brazil and beyond.
Why does this matter?
Because many people still live without knowing that God can be trustedâthat fear doesnât get the final word, and that the Lord Himself is a shield.
Your prayers, encouragement, and faithful partnership make it possible for us to stay present in these places and relationships, creating space for others to discover the safety and hope found in God.
As always, weâre listening closely, moving prayerfully, and trusting Him to guide each step.
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Prayer Requests
For Deannaâs complete recovery
For the sale of the mission property in MarabĂĄ
For clarity as we step into 2026, beginning with the Global Missions Conference in Texas
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A Word from Nature
Even the birds live unburdened by tomorrow.
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A Final Blessing
May the God who sees the whole picture quiet the noise of your fears.
May He loosen your grip on the things you cannot keep and strengthen your trust in the One who will not let you go.
When documents go missing, when plans unravel, when the path feels uncertainâ
May you hear His voice say, âIn the big picture, you are still extremely blessed.â
May you help others hear His voice, too.
And may you restâ shielded, held, and awake to reality. Amen.