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Lisa Larsen hill

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Encouragement
Oct. 14, 2026

When Life Gets in the Way, Hope Finds a Way

Have you ever had one of those seasons when life seems to throw everything, everywhere all at once? That’s where I’ve found myself lately. Between...

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    • A few years ago, I was awakened in the middle of t A few years ago, I was awakened in the middle of the night by one of my novel's main characters, who complained that he wasn't happy about the end of his character arc. He wanted to make sure there was no doubt about what happened. I'd spent three and a half years developing and writing these characters, and this particular one was dear to me. I was about to send the manuscript to an agent and was doing one last review. *No, no, the story's done,* I yawned. But I couldn't go back to sleep. I felt prompted to go to my office and write down "his" thoughts. I returned to bed and was awakened a half hour later with more suggestions from my beloved character, which again required getting up. This continued several times, and I wondered why he couldn't just blurt it all out at once so I could make the adjustments and get some sleep! But in the morning, when I added all the suggestions, they were exactly right. I thanked him for waking me up. That experience made me wonder, how many times does God try to get my attention? Do I spend enough time to hear His still small voice? We hurry about, preoccupied with so many important "things," that the real underlying issues can go unnoticed or even avoided. But God is persistent. He knows when we need help. That nudging, that voice, can come through a dream, a stranger we meet, or a thought that will not leave our minds. And we have a choice. We can ignore these messages, or we can choose to get up, listen, and do something with them. I found this lovely quote: "God sometimes whispers, so we can move closer to Him." When we hear a soft voice, we lean in. We forget all distractions and really pay attention. A whisper also indicates a secret just for us to hear. How special, how wonderful, even if we lose some sleep. Have you listened to that still small voice, even when inconvenienced? What happened? I hope it brought you joy.
    "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2 It was a Sunday afternoon in the college store where I worked part time. I hadn't had a customer in over an hour and was bored. A fellow student walked up, and she glowed with enthusiasm. "What's happened? You look so happy?" She described how she'd just gotten back from a study abroad in the UK. We talked for an hour. The next day, I applied for a semester in Amsterdam. My life was about to change. We made our way to a studenthuis in Noord Amsterdam. The floor manager told the mostly male students, "I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is we have three meisjes (girls) coming to live on our floor. The bad news is they're all Americans." Dinner conversations centered on who America was and what we'd done. Finally, after one month, I stood up and said, "You don't know my favorite color, or my brother's name, or anything about me. When you want to know me as a person, then we can talk." My two roommates and I walked out. The next day, everything changed. The guys held a party to apologize and welcome us. We became fast friends, which helped once I got a job in the bar downstairs. I did exaggerate a little on the interview. I'd been a diner waitress, but at 20 I hadn't been a barkeeper. Tapped beer needed a two-fingered head of foam. My first customer got more like four and wasn't pleased. Two guys from my floor—did I mention they looked like football players—advised him to ask nicely. So he did. The music stopped; everyone was looking at me. I tilted the glass and poured. Holding my breath, I righted it—a perfect two-finger beer. Everyone cheered. I've always wished I could tell that young woman how she changed my life. She opened my eyes to see the world from another's point of view. It led me to travel to all seven continents, work for an international company, and learn so much from experiencing life with the "other," when I realized I was the "other." And it all started by talking to a stranger. Has someone put you on a different course from a "chance" meeting? Was it an angel you were speaking to?
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    "We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses w "We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses whose lives tell us what faith means. So let us run the race before us and never give up." Hebrews 12:1 NCV I once arrived at a Christian writers' conference carrying both grief and gratitude. On the plane I received sad news that a dear friend who bravely fought her cancer had passed that morning. She was only 46, leaving a teenage son behind. I cried on the plane, feeling her absence and her love of life. It was a challenge to be totally present. Yet that gathering of a great cloud of witnesses offered me what faith means. The genuine support of one another is astounding. Some wrote novels, some articles, devotionals, audio stories—and some were just starting out. All possessed different unique gifts. My grieving mind took heart for the cloud of witnesses spreading faith through various media. The morning of my pitch, I was excited and a little nervous. Sitting at a breakfast table of strangers, I blurted out that I was doing my pitch, and they said OK, go ahead. They listened and gave such great feedback with genuine care, rooting me on. What are friends for? Or are they really angels in disguise who appear out of nowhere to help you through a difficult time? Those days guided me through an aching heart of grief—and then bolstered my confidence in pursuing my novel and mentoring others in spreading Seeds of Faith. Where are you finding nourishment for your dreams? What does your cloud of witnesses look like?

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