Meg Marie Wallace

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I went to a gala expecting to be moved. I was not prepared for what actually happened to me. Swipe to hear about the organization that wrecked me — in the best possible way — and the goal they're working toward by 2033 that I haven't been able to stop thinking about since.

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If you desire to live well the message we say we believe,⁠
it will show up most clearly in how we handle conflict.⁠
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I created a free resource to help you do just that —⁠
a simple, gospel-centered guide for resolving conflict⁠
with humility, courage, and love.⁠
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Comment “CONFLICT” and I’ll send it straight to you.⁠
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I’ve been thinking a lot about how easy it is to stop listening.
 Not just to ideas we disagree with, 
but to people —
to truth, 
to love.⁠
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At some point, we all learn how to protect ourselves by closing our ears.
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We stop leaning in.
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We stop asking questions.
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We stop imagining what it might feel like to stand where someone else stands, or experience what they have experienced.⁠
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And when that happens, 
our hearts harden —
sometimes so subtly we don’t even notice, sometimes so quickly we cannot make sense of it.⁠
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Scripture calls us to something radically different.
To be people who “believe all things, hope all things, and endure all things.”
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Basically, to believe the BEST about others,
 even when it would be easier to assume the worst.⁠
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But that’s not usually what we do, is it?
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We gossip instead of reaching out.
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We cling to offense instead of seeking understanding.
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We distance ourselves and call it discernment.⁠
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There’s a line I once read that equally melts and compels me:⁠
“He does not seek to know; he does not try to imagine.
 Instead, he paints the windshield, climbs into the back seat, and puts in his headphones.”⁠
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You can picture it right? You can likely think of those in your life that have not even tried to listen, much less give the benefit of the doubt.⁠
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But love, real love, doesn’t look away.
 Love doesn’t cover the windshield.⁠
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Love leans in.
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Love listens.
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Love believes the best, hopes for the best, chooses what’s best.⁠
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I believe that’s what it means to follow Jesus —
to take out the headphones,
wipe off the paint,
 and choose to face one another.⁠ ⁠
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It looks like choosing curiosity over assumption,
 compassion over gossip,
 and love ABOVE all else.⁠
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Because if we’re not known for our love,
 what are we even known for?

At this stage in my life, I’ve learned that the best leaders are often the most hesitant ones—⁠
the ones who know what it’s like to be at the very bottom.⁠
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It’s not fear that holds them back, though that may be present too...⁠

It’s understanding the weight of what leading requires.⁠

They know it’s not about control or being in the spotlight—⁠
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it’s about sacrifice.⁠
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True leadership carries people’s stories, their hurts, their hopes, their hearts and realizes that choices ripple far beyond self.⁠
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Real leaders don’t run toward recognition;⁠
they bow toward responsibility.⁠..and before Jesus.
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They serve. They go low in order to help others rise.⁠
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Like a shepherd risking his life for his flock,⁠
good leaders serve and sacrifice for those they steward—⁠not use those they lead.⁠
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They stay loyal when it’s costly,⁠
take blame that isn’t always theirs,⁠
and serve consistently, often without applause.⁠
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That’s the mark of true leadership:⁠
when ambition falls away and surrender rises to the surface.⁠
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If you feel the pull to lead—pause.⁠

Count the cost.⁠

Ask God to make you tender, compassionte, steadfast, and most of all, servant-minded.⁠

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“Do not take to heart all the things people say,⁠
lest you hear your servant cursing you.⁠
Your heart knows that many times⁠
you yourself have cursed others.”⁠
(Ecclesiastes 7:21–22)⁠
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It’s humbling, isn’t it?⁠
How easily we become both the wounded and the wounding.⁠
How quickly our words can become fetters —⁠
chains that quickly bind us and those around us.⁠
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A few careless words, spoken in haste,⁠
can spoil the beauty of something that once smelled like grace.⁠
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“Dead flies make the perfumer’s ointment give off a stench;⁠ so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor.”⁠
(Ecclesiastes 10:1)⁠
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Gossip feels harmless...until it isn’t.⁠
It usually starts small — a sigh, a rolled eye, an unkind comment, a shared frustration —⁠
but it quickly sours the room.⁠

Wisdom reminds us to get the dead flies out quickly...because...well, dead flies stink.⁠ Make the call, revisit the conversation…and make things right as soon as possible.
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And what about when you’re the one being gossiped about?⁠

When the rumor makes its way back to you⁠
and your first instinct is to turn inward, run away, defend, or fight?⁠
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Ecclesiastes offers something better—it’s not easy…but it’s simple:

“If the anger of a ruler rises against you,⁠
do not leave your place,⁠ for calmness will lay great offenses to rest.”⁠
(Ecclesiastes 10:4)⁠
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What this is saying is don’t rush to prove your innocence.⁠
Don’t match their tone, their energy, or their emotion. Don’t abandon your peace.⁠
Stay…right where you are.⁠

Let calmness, peace, and love — not reaction — be your defense.⁠
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Wisdom sometimes looks like choosing “Bethlehem”, choosing meekness, choosing softness…choosing forgiveness. It’s maintaining composure, being slow to anger, and resisting the temptation to retaliate.
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The way of world would tell you to rise up, but the way of Christ invites us to let peace have the last word.⁠
Let calmness be the fragrance that fills…and that is, no doubt, a much sweeter scent than dead flies.

Let love be the aim.
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Over the past few years, our family has visited a lot of churches.⁠
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Each one had its own personality—different worship styles, teaching approaches, and leadership structures.

But one thing began to stand out to us the more we visited:
Some churches know and teach the Word of God incredibly well… and yet, they do not seem to know how to honor one another, and they do not acknowledge the existence of the Holy Spirit.⁠
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They may be Bible-believing churches with solid biblical statements of faith—and yet consistently live in ways that are opposite to the Word they claim to defend.⁠
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If you look at the fruit of the Spirit—love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control—and then imagine their opposites… that’s often what you find.
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And the heartbreaking part is that their theology is usually sound.
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The words are right. But the power source must be considered.⁠
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Somewhere along the way, we’ve believed that knowing about God is the same as walking with Him. Abiding in Him is different than being a part of a moral, self-reliant intellectual institution.

Without the Holy Spirit, all our right thinking still leads us wrongly.⁠
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There are only two kingdoms available to us.

If we are not abiding in the Holy Spirit, there is only one other source of power we can draw from.

And our own human effort—no matter how noble—always falls under the wrong one.⁠
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Maybe what’s missing in the modern church, and our hunt to find a good one, isn’t doctrine, ministry opportunity, structure or strategy.
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Maybe what’s missing…is the Spirit.⁠

I am praying for those of you in a season of looking for a church. I know how challenging it can be. But don’t choose a church simply for the kids ministry, the building or the entertainment…be wise as serpents in the shepherd you choose to sit under. If the Holy Spirit is not welcomed, there’s only one other power source available…and it’s not holy.
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🕊️ “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord.” — Zechariah 4:6

Waiting can feel like a holding cell.⁠
Like life was put on pause.⁠
Like maybe God has forgotten.⁠
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Joseph. I really like him. I’m sure he knew that feeling.⁠ (He is someone I am excited to meet in Heaven.)

He was wrongfully imprisoned, and forgotten by from Pharaoh’s cup-bearer. I wonder what his thought life and prayer life were like in those years.
(Genesis 40:14-15, 23)⁠
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Moses likely knew that feeling too.⁠
He reminded Israel that their forty years in the wilderness were not wasted years, but I am sure at times he questioned.

God was humbling them, teaching them dependence, shaping their hearts to trust His Word., but that probably wasn’t easy.
(Deuteronomy 8:2-4)⁠
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Seasons of waiting often feel unjust or…endless.⁠

But I know this deep down and I refuse to believe anything else, this season (and others like it) are not ever meaningless.⁠

God often does His deepest work in hidden years—as He is forming character, teaching reliance, preparing us for what lies ahead.⁠

He is forging in us something eternal, and although it’s east to lose sight of that end we must not give in to the lie that the season of waiting is worthless.
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If you’re like us, and are waiting on the Lord for something right now—⁠
for healing, for reconciliation, for provision, for a prayer to be answered—⁠
remember that God’s timing is not careless.⁠
His delays are not denials.⁠
What feels like an unanswered prayer is most certainly preparation.⁠
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You (we) are not forgotten.⁠
You (we) are being purposefully formed.
We can trust Him.

From my Journal entry 10/5/2025

I’m just a tree, planted by streams of Living Water, with roots that go deep. He must increase…🍃

Real compassion takes work.⁠

A lot of it.
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You can’t fake it with a quick emoji or a comment that sounds empathetic but costs you nothing.⁠
You can’t merely send a Bible verse, or a quick catch phrase, and move on.⁠
You can’t show up only when it’s convenient, comfortable, and well-lit.⁠
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No, real compassion is inconvenient.⁠
It lingers when things get awkward.⁠
It leans in when everyone else leans out.⁠
It listens longer than it wants to,⁠
asks questions instead of assuming answers,⁠
and stays at the table when every instinct says,⁠
“You don’t owe them anything.”⁠
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Because compassion isn’t just a feeling.⁠
It’s a choice.⁠

Just like love, because compassion IS love.
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Love is a costly choice.
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It costs time.⁠
It costs comfort.⁠
Sometimes it costs your pride.⁠
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But it’s the kind of cost Jesus never flinched at.⁠
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He knelt in the dirt beside the woman caught in adultery.⁠
He wept with grieving sisters.⁠
He touched the leper.⁠
He drew near to the sick, the blind, the lame.
He forgave the ones crucifying Him.⁠
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Love didn’t just move Him emotionally.⁠
It moved Him physically—toward pain, toward…people.
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And if we’re following Him,⁠
it will move us too.⁠
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Live the kind of Love that costs something.⁠ live the kind of Love that makes others confused.
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That’s the kind that changes the world.⁠

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When the air turns to lace and holy gets through, don’t rush to stitch it all back together.

Let the veil do its work.

The winnowing reveals what remains: faith, hope, love.

We aren’t fighting flesh and blood—and in Christ, we are not without hope.

While the window is open, speak Jesus.

Text the friend.

Tell your story.

Open Scripture.

Offer a meal and the gospel that saves.

Eyes up. Heart awake. Hope anchored in Jesus.

Today we learned Charlie Kirk was shot at a campus event in Utah. A family is shattered, and a nation is staring into the mirror of its own rage.

We are fragile.

Our words—and our silences—shape real lives.

Contempt is cheap; love costs something.

And death…it is coming for us all.

Maybe this is a wake-up call:

To repent of the ways we dehumanize people made in God’s image—even our opponents.

To reject political violence in every form.

To refuse the easy lure of outrage and choose the harder work of peacemaking, of proclaiming Jesus as the only way.

To let our convictions be formed by the Word of God, not by the world, culture, or popular opinion.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)

“You are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” (James 4:14)

“What does the Lord require of you? Do justice, love mercy, walk humbly.” (Micah 6:8)

Lord, have mercy on us all.

Please Lord, comfort the grieving.

Heal our violent impulses.

Search us and purify us (Psalm 139:23–24).

Make us people who speak truth with love, who resist the intoxication of contempt, who choose the narrow way of Jesus.

Teach us to live ready—to live on mission—to forgive quickly, to bless our enemies, to practice and embody the peace and Person we claim to posses.

If this tragedy shakes you, if it rattles you…let it lead you to examen: pause, reflect, repent, reset where needed. The world is getting darker; either we are lights or we aren’t. Where are we needlessly distracted?

Either we belong to Christ or we don’t. Today we must choose. Today we must fix our eyes on what is eternal—what is lasting.

Let us be known for love—for a heart like Jesus, for quick forgiveness, for lives that actually embody the very Spirit of God.

I plead with you, tend to every interaction as if the hope of the world rode on it.
Because it does.

Wake up from our slumber. Wake up from thinking there isn’t a real spiritual battle happening right now before our eyes.

Reject contempt; choose Jesus. Live so that every road points people to Jesus—truly, He is our only hope.