Step into the new God is doing inside of you


Every Tuesday at 10 a.m. CT I share a #livefree boost on Periscope. We take it deeper here on the blog. I hope you’ll check it out. It will be live for 24 hours. (Periscope ID: suzanneeller.)

The first time I felt that God was asking me to believe in myself was crazy scary.

I had confidence in other areas. Not a lot, but enough to get by, but this? Believing that God would speak to me and ask me to step out in His name?

Not so much.

I’ve learned a lot since then and what I’ve learned took the pressure off. Woosh — yes, that’s what it felt like.

It’s not pass or fail

Stepping into the new isn’t a test. You don’t get a grade. It’s not based on whether it’s successful. That’s how people judge things.

God just asks us to do it.

My friend, Lysa TerKeurst once said, “Just showing up is half the battle.”

When we show up, we are admitting we aren’t really sure what’s going to happen, but we’re open to the adventure. We might fall on our face. We might not get a gold star, but we’re going to learn. We’re going to participate.

Stepping fully into the new that God is doing inside of you isn’t supposed to be pressure packed or “you have to do it right the first time.” It’s a simple call to experience the new. That’s the adventure.

Just show up. Be there. Be present. Wave your hand in the air when He invites you to experience deeper depths, to trust Him, to be an explorer of your own self with His help.

It’s a trust walk

You don’t know you like He knows you.

Stepping into the new is a discovery process. If you had told me years ago that I’d be a writer, I would have said, “Yep, I agree.”

If you had said I’d speak or stand in front of people in any way, I would have told you that you were crazy.

Downright, bonafide crazy.  [Read more…]

Well folks, it’s going to get bumpy


I don’t know if this is how they train pilots or if there’s just a common lingo. Whenever I hear the pilot’s voice come over the speaker on a plane and they begin with this, “Well, folks. . . ,” I just go ahead and brace myself.

Because “well, folks” is pilot speak for . . .

There’s going to be a delay.

The plane is broke and we’re turning around.

Turbulence is right in front of us.

Basically it’s saying that something is coming and you’re not going to like it, but there’s not a lot we can do about it, so hang on.

Sometimes life can feel the same way.

Well folks, the ride is about to get bumpy.   [Read more…]

When you want to dream big, but it feels small


If you came over from Encouragement for Today, welcome! Today my friends, Holley Gerth and Jennifer Watson are joining me to talk about when we dream big, but it feels small.

I met Holley a week or so after moving to Fayetteville. I knew she lived close by and I was excited to meet someone who loved ministry to women. We connected and have been friends ever since. She introduced me to Jennifer, a pastor’s wife and a blogger/speaker. These two have become amazing friends. Here’s a recent get-together. Holley was speaking so we came to cheer her on.

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I asked these friends to share one piece of advice about how to dream big when you (or your efforts) feel small. I loved what they had to say. I think you will, too! ~ Suzie [Read more…]

#livefreeThursday: This is me, is it you?

knit together

I have a group of girlfriends I call the #livefree girls. They are women who are brave and who desire to live free in every aspect of their being. The other day we were having a conversation about who we are.

My friend, Cindy Krall, asked this:

If God knit me together, does He smile when I do it?

Hmm. Since God is my Creator, what does He think when I fully live in the way He made me? Does He love it when I appreciate His handiwork? Those questions followed me throughout my day.

He’s a unique God. Creative. Diverse. Yet I think we apologize a lot for the way He knitted us together.


I’m sorry I am too loud. I’m sorry I’m so quiet. I’m sorry I’m not that great of a leader. I’m sorry that I’m not like you.

What might happen if we started to celebrate the way He knitted us together instead?

We’d put ourselves out there

I’m a good listener. I love to laugh. I’ll jump on a roller coaster (I did last weekend), even if it’s going to beat me up and throw me upside down. I have good ideas. I love people. I can see the good in someone when they might not.

I love to pray, and worship takes me to the heart of the Father.

I’m goofy. I can’t tell a joke to save my life, but I really appreciate a great one. I laugh until I cry. I like mowing the lawn. I love planting and looking at flowers. When I’m at the Farmer’s Market and musicians play on the street corner, something inside of me want to dance. I’m an encourager. I’m a good team player. I try to treat people the way I want to be treated. I notice those who are unseen.

These aren’t necessarily resume busters, and there’s some negative I could sprinkle in there.

But this is me.

Those traits show up in some way in every role I play. So if I put myself out there, it means I’m not going to try to be like you. I’m going to be me in ministry, as a mom, with people, in my private life where only God gets to see.

It gets jacked up when I have tried to be something else, the textbook version of a leader or administrator or some other person who doesn’t live inside of me.

When I admit, “this is me,” it allows me to be genuine. I don’t feel like a failure or that I somehow don’t measure up to something or someone else.

We’d appreciate the way God made others

Maximizers make me nervous. Is it okay if I just say that? If you are a maximizer, your brain doesn’t work in the same way mine does. I’m hoping for a nap, and you’ve come up with ten different ways to reach the nations through social media. It’s not that I’m not great with ideas. I am. But you take those ideas and rock the world with them.

I’m a good team player and encourager. Put a hammer in my hand or let me encourage the troops, and I’m your girl.

But we need maximizers and number crunchers and administrators and prayer warriors and those who serve behind the scenes. When we all bring our unique selves to the table, something pretty incredible happens.

We’d fine tune the traits we don’t like

With every strength, there’s a weaker side to it. My empathy can make me a fixer.

Your leadership qualities can lead to bossiness.

Those servant qualities can make you struggle to say no.

That doesn’t give us permission to say, “Hey, this is me, get over it. It’s who I am.”

Every strength has a basement. For me, because empathy can also lead to trying to fix others, I have to be self-aware, but thank goodness I also have the help of the Holy Spirit.

What is the basement of your strength? Has it made you dislike your strength or hide it? What would it look like to tune it up?

I’m excited about today’s #livefreeThursday conversation. We’re going to get to know each other a little better.

This is me, friends. Roller coaster, fixer-upper recoverer, rah-rah girl, a woman who loves to laugh and who loves Jesus. I’m far from perfect, but God knit me together.

You are beautifully knit together. Share one thing about you that I might not know.

I can’t wait to get to know you better!


cindykrallI’d love to introduce you to one of my #livefree friends, Cindy Krall. I first met her at She Speaks. She’s beautiful. She’s funny. She’s tender hearted.

She’s a DoAhead woman who shows us how to live prepared, but she does it in an original way that I adore.

Check out her blog. You won’t regret it. 

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Those words aren’t your identity

not who you are

Today is my first Periscope #livefree boost. I’m thrilled to think you’ll join me! You can find me every Tuesday at 10 a.m. CT on Periscope @suzanneeller and the broadcast will be available for 24 hours.  I can’t wait to see you there! ~ Suzie

We sat in the beautiful crisp evening for nearly a half an hour. She was a leader, so her battle was private. Until that moment she thought she was doing a pretty great job of keeping it all stuffed way, way down.

“I’m a mess,” she said.

Then she added other words: bad daughter, bad mom, not enough, messed up, anxious, unwanted.

She laughed through her tears. “I don’t totally understand why this is all coming up, but I wonder if I’ll ever be okay. Is this normal?” [Read more…]

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Today’s guest post is written by #livefree friend, Michelle Discavage.

She’s a life purpose coach, a fun and insightful friend and woman of faith, and I hope you love her as much as I do! ~ Suzie

Who Are You?

The room was filled with soon to be sophomores and their moms. 

I asked one question, “Who are you?”

I shared with them the lies spoken to me when I was younger. I laid bare how frustrated and hurt I felt during those years. “Words,” I said, “are powerful, and I learned how to use them as swords and daggers in an effort to protect my already damaged heart.”

Briefly, I explained how the lies I believed altered my perceptions, my actions, my words, and my thoughts.

Then, I showed them what it meant to walk through life unaware of who you are, and believing lies.

Five brave girls joined me, five beautiful, courageous volunteers. [Read more…]

#livefreeThursday: that junk we carry round way too long

Something new

I saw the signs as I drove.

Yard sale. Tuesday only. 

I was in a hurry, but there was another sign and then another. Maybe there was something good! I’ve been on a restoration kick lately and I’ve been searching for a solid old bookcase that I could buy for cheap and sand and paint and distress it to make it beautiful.

I turned and drove down the winding road and then I saw it.

The world’s largest yard sale!

There was so much stuff that it took up nearly an entire acre, and that wasn’t all. It spilled into a large old barn. There were boxes and boxes filled with everything from bottles of old makeup half-full to stuffed toys to books, slightly yellowed. There were four tables and chair sets, pictures, coiled up water hoses, and fishing poles.

It was stacked up, piled up, and scattered everywhere.

I love a great yard sale, but before too long it was almost overwhelming. The boxes were covered with spider webs and the barn was dark and crammed full of stuff. The “picker” in me was curious, but there was part of me that wondered.

At what point do you look around and say, “Hey, we’re drowning in this junk,” or “Sure, we’re getting a nickel or a dollar bill here, but what have we invested in this?” There were treasures in there. I’m sure of that, but mostly it was just old stuff that had been collected until it became a mountain of junk.

Sometimes, sweet friends, we do the same in our life. We collect junk. Some of it we didn’t ask for. It just showed up in our life due to others junk-collecting habits. Some of it is tied to feelings that we don’t really like, but they keep us safe–sort of. Some of that junk has cobwebs. It’s old familiar patterns that we hated when someone else did them, but that we might use as an excuse to condone our own behavior.

It’s junk. It has little value. It piles up, and spills over into our relationships, and in the way we see ourselves.

Sometimes we throw it out, but we hold back that a box or two, just in case we might need it.


But forget all that—
    it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.
For I am about to do something new.
    See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
    I will create rivers in the dry wasteland. Isaiah 43:18-19 (NLT)


What a beautiful promise! I’m always going to love a great estate or yard sale, but I want a clean slate in my own heart. Not overflowing boxes. No yellowed memories still tainting my heart.


The old is nothing compared to the new that God wants to do in me and you. So, let’s hold a junk sale, but rather than trying to put a value on it, let’s give it away.

To Him.

Let’s give it to the One who said He’d carry all our burdens. Let’s give it to the One who promised to give us a fresh slate.

Are you ready? If so, let’s pray this prayer together.

Savior, I’ve held on to the old junk for way too long. I’ve put a value on it because I’ve nurtured it, or I’ve put it away in storage as if it were a treasure. It’s junk, Lord. It’s what the enemy desires to use to hold me back from all the new You desire to do in my life. It’s Yours, Father, every last bit of it. I’m leaving the junk collecting business to walk in the new paths You have for me.



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When you need a friend


Last night friends came over for dinner. After we ate, we sat around the kitchen table and talked.

If you know me at all, you know that my kitchen table is the heart of my home. If you come to my house, I’m going to feed you. We’ll linger around the table afterwards. We’ll laugh.

It’s where my grandbabies like to crawl up in my lap. It’s where we meet for Bible study every Wednesday night.


Last night we reached around the table and took each other by the hand and prayed.

Real prayers.  [Read more…]