Many people who knew me “then” and see me “now” are surprised to see that Lisa Morgan Moore, of all people, is a Christian! My teenage and college years were full of rebellion and deep, dark sin. I’ve been traveling NC, SC, and VA for three years telling the story of why my life changed, and Who changed it. If you need a life change, or want to be inspired by seeing the power of a changed life, listen to my raw, honest, and inspiring story that tells the true meaning of what Christians believe.
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I didn’t have an abortion, but I paid for one.
Dear reader: This blog post has been written and ready to post for two years. Over seven hundred days. But I have not posted it. Why? I was afraid to. Recently, many of my friends have posted openly about their regret in having abortions, and it has given me courage to share my own regret in paying for one.
I sat around a table of adults who were there to interview me. At twenty-one years old, I had butterflies in my tummy and my hands were clammy with nervousness. I had applied to be a summer camp counselor at Methodist camp that served the poor and elderly in rural North Carolina. The only question that I remember from that day was this:
“Which person in the Bible do you most respect?”
My answer was Paul, but not for the reasons that you might expect. It wasn’t because he had served Jesus sacrificially or because he had written a large part of the New Testament. It was because he made this honest statement about himself in 1 Timothy 1:15, “Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, and I am the worst of them all.”
3 Powerful breakthroughs I experienced in 2018
As the final days of 2018 draw near, it’s a good time to reflect on the days that have gone by. How do you evaluate a year? How do you determine if it was a good year or a bad one? I’m still imperfect, I’m still weak, and I am still a sin-prone human. But I’m not the same person I was 365 days ago. The God of amazing breakthroughs has changed me in tangible ways this year.
Why we should stop “lack of faith” shaming
It was a beautiful summer morning and I was walking on cloud 9! The previous evening I had spoken to a women’s group, debuting my new message, “Beautiful Messes: Discovering Hope and Peace for an Imperfect Life.” I had shared a message of God’s grace for us as struggling humans who are not yet made like Jesus.
After 30 years, I finally made peace with my appearance
I grew up in a brick ranch house in Mint Hill, a tiny suburb of Charlotte that had one traffic light. Behind my house were woods and a creek where my friends and I loved to explore and play. Across the street, behind my friend’s houses, were verdant cow pastures. I had a wonderful childhood in this peaceful neighborhood. But what I loved most about my brick ranch home was that the front porch had double (french) doors complete with glass storm doors. These doors were the perfect backdrop for taking pictures.
My friend Ashley and me in front of the storm doors
Standing on the front sidewalk and facing the doors, it was like looking in a mirror. My dream was to be a cheerleader at my junior high school, and these mirror-esque glass doors meant that I could practice my jumps and see how high I was getting. Jumps were always hard for me. I’m petite but solid so when I jumped I did not fly like my skinny-legged friends. It took many hours of practice for me to finally nail the holy grail of cheerleading – a Russian- but I was persistent. I finally did it.
Strangely, what I remember most about all of those years of hard work on my jumps is not the euphoria of achieving my goal of doing a Russian, but the unkind words that were uttered when I was trying but failing. I can’t remember who said it, but I will never forget the words:
“Lisa, your butt is so big you can’t even get it off the ground.” (more…)
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“Abba, I belong to you.”
“Abba, I belong to you.”
“Abba, I belong to you.”
The words of the song filled my ears as the music drifted up to the rafters of the church building. I added my voice to the others but my heart just wasn’t in it. My mind began to wander as I contemplated the fact that I belong to God.
That weekend I had been struggling with panic attacks and it had been hard just to function. As I looked around my church and saw all the “normal” people who didn’t struggle with anxiety, I felt sure that God was really proud of them but not so much of me. I was broken, faithless, and medicated, and they were strong, full of faith, and depending on God rather than pharmaceuticals to function.
I felt ashamed and I was certain that God was ashamed of me, too.
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What if you don’t have a Pinterest-perfect life?
As my body woke up from a night of slumber, so did the constant fear that rolled over and over in my stomach. I had recently completed a three minute speaker promo video and I had shared it with my family and friends, including a lot of pastors and ministry leaders. I even shared it on Facebook. I was unsure how people would receive it. I felt vulnerable. Exposed.
I was terrified of being rejected.
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