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Lucas packing car to go to Tulsa 2By Lisa Cherry

Tonight will be my son Lucas' last night to sleep in our home as a resident of our household. He graduated with honors from Southern Illinois University with a bachelor’s degree in accounting in May. Now, it is time for him to launch.

Wow, where have the years gone?! It seems just yesterday I was rocking him in my arms and pulling him out of mud puddles.

The past few weeks, I have been wondering how I would feel this day as I see the trailer packed for his cross country move to Tulsa, Oklahoma. And now I know. I am sad, yet excited. Mourning, yet content.

How much more could I possibly ask for from my Heavenly Father? I have had the privilege of watching my son grow into a mighty man of God.

Lucas, since I know you will be reading this, I will personally address these comments to you......

Lucas and Lisa 1045117_10151694182534449_1474497637_nSon, thank you for 22 years of joy. I loved every moment of sharing life with you in our home. You were the first to provide me with baby curls. And you were the first to chase after a baby calf at a rodeo. You never let us have a dull moment as you filled our home with laughter and song. (Well, laughter anyway!  :) )

Thanks for walking in incredible honor and obedience toward your mom and dad. Thanks for raising the bar of integrity to your generation as you have stood out from the pack in testimony to your Lord and King.

I could not be prouder of you. You have exceeded my dreams for your launch.  Back all those years ago your dad and I agreed on our highest goal for this day: that you would know how to hear the voice of God and have the desire and power to obey Him. I believe you have that, son. And so I am ready.

Fly straight. Fly far. And know your mom will always be your greatest fan.

I love you.....and the porch light will always be on for you (even as your brothers have already claimed your bedroom.)

I love you more than you will ever know.



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This is part seven in the ten part series on my ministry trip to Ontario.  In the last post, we crossed the border into Canada, listened to Ron Luce open the conference, and discovered the reason for Lilibeth’s crankiness.  You can start with part one if you need to catch up.

I awoke early Saturday morning to make sure I was ready to greet our booth visitors at the Hamilton, Ontario conference. I loved the enthusiasm of the 4600 youth, youth leaders and parents rushing to their seats. The teenagers did not seem to mind the short sleep of the night before. They burst through the doors as if Continue reading “Preparing For the POTS…Part 7 of 10” »

I was moved by an "up close and personal" post this week on one of my great Frontline Mom friend’s new blog.  She prefers to remain anonymous, but she gave her permission for me to share this with you.

I have watched God strengthen her through some mighty battles for her kids. She is still waiting on some victories. But her courage does not wane and her faith is inspirational.  Dear friend, we stand with you for 100% breakthrough on all fronts!

Here's the post.  Frontlinemoms readers, I know you will be strengthened as you read it.

My Hope For Greener Grass

It is hard to believe that I am not the only one going through difficult problems with young adult children, and it is even harder to believe that our problems are not the grand champions of all problems.  Of course I know the clichés; the grass is always greener on the other side and try walking a mile in someone else’s shoes. Well I believe a mile in my shoes is the hardest mile anyone will ever walk.

When I look at the results of teenage rebellion and less than diligent parenting in my young adult children’s lives, I feel the sting of conviction.  Things that I once thought were cute or things I thought would go away by themselves are now gruesomely ugly.  Not only did they not go away but they have grown into monstrosities that are wreaking havoc on my family continuously.  Like David did many times in his blog, in the midst of writing about the desperate situation that I see, I must also write about what I hope.  My faith is the substance and the evidence of what I cannot see.

My children are still here, they have their health and strength, they have a mind to do the right thing, they still talk to me, even if sometimes they are yelling from the anguish of wrong choices, disobedience, and foolish parenting.  They still ask for my advice even if they don’t always use it. They are for signs and wonders and they will be delivered.  People everywhere will look at their greatness, recognize and acknowledge that they are the people who the Lord has blessed.   Laborers are being sent to tend to the seeds that have been planted in their lives.  With sunshine, watering, fertilizer and pulling up of some weeds their grass will be beautiful and green in time.

Last week my 18 year old son, in the middle of one of our many urgent family matters, said “What if you could start over and the Lord gave you different kids, kids that were better than us?”  Without thinking I immediately declared, “All of my children will be saved and all things are working together for their good. I wouldn’t trade my children for anyone.  They are going to be OK. They are mine and I love them.”

Now that readers is called a breakthrough!