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risk it all: trading self-protection mode for bold freedom

Posted on by July 29, 2025

Change is risk, movement is risk. But staying still and not doing anything is also a risk. For some deceptive reason, it just doesn’t feel like it because it’s so passive.

Our family has been in a significant transition for a few months – or more accurately, years – but most of the recent change has actually been in our minds: how we view and communicate what we do. Most of the physical, active changes already happened; it just took us a while to realize it. It was gradual and unintentional, hiding in plain sight.

risk it all: trading self-protection mode for bold freedom || Shannon Guerra at Copperlight Wood

“What would it look like for you to shift toward full time ministry? What would change?” one of our pastors asked, sitting with his wife on the couch across from us.

“Well, this week,” I answered, “it looks like taking Thursday off to help one of our families paint before they move…and not feeling guilty about it because we won’t be at the desk.” That’s the biggie.

We, like you, are pulled in all kinds of directions, and we fight feeling like we should be in all the places at once. Simultaneously, some of us also fight the urge to hide in our blanket fort all day where it’s safe, because the world out there can be doodlywhack.

My child, do not let these escape from your sight: keep sound wisdom and prudence, and they will be life for your soul and adornment for your neck.

Then you will walk on your way securely, and your foot will not stumble.

– Proverbs 3:21-23

Anyway, that was the plan for Thursday, but then we learned another friend in our group was diagnosed with pneumonia. And it’s been nine years, but I remember what it was like to be a nursing mama with pneumonia through almost the entire summer of 2016, with the feeling of “I can’t even” pervading everything.

I was already making a meal for the painting crew and it was no big deal to make a little more, just as it was no big deal to just split up for the first part of the day and reconvene later.

So that was the New Revised Plan: I’d take the girls to drop off goodies, Vin would take the boys straight to our other friends’ house to help prep for painting. Two vehicles, two destinations, and the girls and I would be back to join them by early afternoon.

Buuut…you know where this is going, right?

Of course you do. If everything went according to plan, why would I be telling you this?

The local lighting store tried to warn us on the drive out:

It started fine, though. Our friend who had pneumonia lives on the other side of the valley, so we had a drive ahead of us: through Wasilla, through Palmer, up the highway toward Sutton. It was a beautiful day for it, though.

It did cross my mind that this was quite the expedition to make just to deliver a small meal and a few other supplies. Not cost effective, not time efficient. And we think to ourselves, Will it really matter, anyway? Do these efforts make a difference?

It is such a long way to go, what if something goes wrong? We so often decline to do the right thing because self-protection mode is our default…until we change it.

The wind was against them now, and Piglet’s ears streamed behind him like banners as he fought his way along…to listen, a little nervously, to the roar of the gale among the treetops.

“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?”

“Supposing it didn’t,” said Pooh after careful thought.

– A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

Doing nothing is as much of a risk as doing something. And it was so clear when we found out our friend was sick that I was supposed to take her these things. To see her, to pray for her, to tell her what I knew, to deliver right to her home.

As we left our driveway, we prayed like always for a safe drive, no accidents, no injuries, a productive day, all the things.

All the things we thought of, at least.

I didn’t think to pray against car trouble. Or more specifically, to intercede for the car’s gas pedal. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

We arrived without incident. I delivered the package of goodies, prayed for my friend, patted the cute dog on the head, smiled at the kids. Restarted the car, turned around, went down the driveway, flicked on the right blinker. Turned back onto the highway.

Pressed the gas, and…twang, the pedal hit the floor under my foot. The car immediately decelerated, not even having reached 20 miles per hour.

I coasted into the grassy shoulder in front of the next driveway.

Assess the situation: Our car was stuck on the edge of the Glenn highway, fifty minutes from home, and I could not find the &*%$# switch for the hazard lights anywhere.

On the positive side, we hadn’t gotten far, and it was the gas pedal, not the brakes. There was no one right behind who had to swerve to miss us. It was only a two minute walk back to my friend’s house, and there was a paved path right behind our car, so we wouldn’t need to walk in the ditch or too close to the road.

So that was the New Revised Updated Plan: Grab our things, walk back to our friend’s house, call Vince, figure out what to do.

Let me interrupt here for a brief aside: Do you know that everything we do carries risk?

Sitting here and writing to you is a risk, an act of faith. I don’t know if these paragraphs will go anywhere. As I write them, I don’t know if they’ll come together into something coherent, or end up in the purgatory of my notes file. If it does come together, I don’t know who or how many the message will resonate with. I don’t know if people will misunderstand or find offense or leave nasty comments.

Every single time, I never know.

But the more I do it, the more I know that He moves through it in ways I can and can’t see. So I’m typing away here on this rabbit trail, trusting that it’s either going to be used to grow into an article, or to grow me.

And the same thing is true for whatever you are doing in quiet, steady obedience.

Everything we do is a risk. Everything we don’t do is also a risk. So we might as well be bold and free, and obey the Holy Spirit’s promptings.

Back at my friend’s house, I made and received about 58 phone calls and texts: To and from Vin, my dad, my cousin, AAA, and the towing company.

Do we need someone to come get us? Yes. But also, we need to be here when the car is towed. How long will that take? About two hours. Also, my name isn’t on the account, so can my husband be there when the tow truck driver arrives? No? Well, I should think about getting myself and my daughters an account, so the next time this happens I won’t have to deal with all of this. Right, well, since neither of them drive and I’m a little preoccupied at the moment I’m disinclined to fall for the marketing shtick right now but thanks so much anyway, buhbye.

So now we had a New Revised Updated And Expanded Plan: Wait for the tow truck, ride back with it to Wasilla, get picked up by Vin at the car shop, resume our originally scheduled plan, better late than never.

What did we do the whole time, besides send and receive 58 texts and phone calls? We smiled at the baby. Talked about pneumonia, and how to prevent cracked ribs from violent coughing. Talked about books, and woodstoves, and our families. And Reagan, who has always been afraid of anything on four feet, had some exposure therapy to one of the mellowest dogs ever.

Our self-protection mode keeps us back from so much. Obedience and freedom both require the same thing: Allowing our lives to overlap, rather than staying safe in our own bubble (or blanket fort) where we think bad things can’t happen, where people can’t touch us, and where we can’t accidentally hurt others.

Where we won’t get stranded far from home and have to rely on a friendly tow truck driver to fetch us, entertaining us all the way back with stories of his encounters with grizzlies while we gaze out on the beautiful day through a cracked windshield and wonder what we’ve been missing.

If protecting ourselves is our highest priority, everything else is a threat. Even simple observations might be seen as criticism, making us defensive when people try to talk to us – and they will learn that they can’t talk to us.

Do you remember when Peter denied Jesus three times? Why did he do that?

He was afraid, yeah. He was protecting himself. Three people asked if he knew Jesus, and he said no every time.

Here’s what one of my friends said about it:

I’ve often wondered if the three people were curious about the Gospel and what it was like to be with Jesus. I’ve often wondered if the people questioning Peter were genuinely interested in knowing Jesus. But Peter, in selfish fear, misinterpreted it and feared for himself instead…Peter made himself more important in that moment than he made Jesus.

And the point [Jesus] was making was, you deny me three times, and all they really wanted was a glimpse of what you and I have…

Peter’s response is so human…but we’re called to be more than mere men. How often do we back down in fleshly fear when God is trying to answer our prayers?

Man taught us to be afraid of what others think, but God teaches us to fear Him instead and only. And in doing so, we find freedom from all other fears.

If you sit down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Then you will not be afraid of sudden panic or of the storm that strikes the wicked, for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being caught.

– Proverbs 3:24-26

Freedom feels irresponsible and reckless, but we are free to dream again, to move deeper and wider, to trust Him in all the plans – new, revised, updated, and otherwise. Because all is risk, but at the same time, if we are obeying, nothing is at risk. Nothing is wasted.

Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to do it.

– Proverbs 3:27

That night, home late from taping and painting, we put the kids to bed and collapsed on the couch. This text came in:

Thank you again (so much) for coming today and just walking me through the practical stuff of what to do to take care of myself. It might have felt simplistic but it meant so much.

The drive, and the distance, and the delay weren’t wasted; they were a divine appointment.

We tell Him no, we stay in our safe zones – but all they really want is a glimpse of what you and I have. We have to be willing to change and move to show them. If we’re not willing to do that, what do we have that’s worth showing, anyway?

At the end of the week, our pastor asked another question: What would it look like for us, for a community of believers, to really live out the gospel?

It would look more urgent, but less desperate, I said. Less insecure and striving, less self-protection mode, less worry about what others think and how we’re going to make ends meet. More wild and free, confident of His provision and protection, and a lot more fun.

Can we devote ourselves to a cause outside of our own comfort zone? When we rearrange our lifestyle to give Jesus room to move in us, to move us, He does. The world sees and notices, even as we wonder if it was worth the risk.

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rebuild: how we heal, protect, and recover

Posted on by October 31, 2024

We never need someone’s permission to do the right thing. Seems like that should be obvious, but apathy and cowardice and destruction hide behind many doors, and “I’m not allowed to” is sometimes one of them.

rebuild: how we heal, protect, and recover | Shannon Guerra

Years ago when the Matanuska River was flooding its banks and the local government was dinking around with bureaucratic red tape, we watched a house a few doors down from my grandma’s tip into the river as the water ate up the ground underneath it and then proceeded to slowly swallow the house as it floated toward the Knik Arm.

It was 1991. The edge of the river moved closer to her house every day, and if nothing happened by the time it got to her property line it would be too late, because that was a mere hundred feet from the foundation of her house. So while those “in power” did nothing (and does that mean they’re really in power at all?) my dad and uncles dropped concrete slabs down the embankment to shore up the side, deterring the rapid erosion. They saved her house, and probably several others downriver, before a series of dykes were installed to keep the Matanuska in check.

So now it’s 33 years later, and in another rural part of the country we have a much bigger problem:

People are stranded in disaster areas without food, water, or fuel, and institutions and government blowhards who are supposed to help are confiscating supplies, and clearly up to something else.

[Warning: Many of these videos I’ve linked have language and other details you will not want to play around your kids. But adults need to hear it – we’re not sugar; we won’t melt.]

Citizens try to help but are blocked by government officials and threatened with arrest. Government resources are grounded instead of helping…but that doesn’t stop them from taking credit for what civilians are doing on their own.

People were dying as a senile “president” flew over, blocking air traffic from those trying to deliver supplies, undoubtedly causing more deaths from the delay.

If all this sounds unbelievable to you and you think things are fine, you need to turn off your TV and stop listening to people who are paid to lie to you, and start listening to real people. Like here. And here. And here.

A government who sent billions of dollars across the world to foreign nations now says there’s nothing left to give to citizens, but then releases a meager $750 via the flick of a middle finger to Americans who’ve lost everything.

What is happening?

If you were paying attention to what happened in Maui, you probably already know.

So…abhorrent, dire conditions in our own country. I sit here, far away in Southcentral Alaska, at my desk and on the couch and at the kitchen table with my family, remote from it all and yet hyperaware that Alaska has its own vulnerabilities and enemies, foreign and domestic. Wherever you are in America, you do, too.

But what can we do?

With such need, and corruption, and distance, what can we do that goes beyond mailing a check? How do we help, how do we resist, and how do we protect our own communities?

And I looked and arose and said to the nobles and to the officials and to the rest of the people, “Do not be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons, your daughters, your wives, and your homes.”

– Nehemiah 4:14

We create a life out of slow, single days, tiny beads on a string, and one event can wipe it all out. I look around, and everything I do is slow work: Growing food is slow, raising poultry is slow, writing is slow. Parenting and teaching and healing is slow. Supporting small businesses and strengthening families is slow.

It is easy to get bogged down looking too close at my own inabilities, and despair. The needs are immediate, relief needed right now. And we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. But we must not capitulate to the enemy’s ploy to make us feel powerless and helpless.

Prayer is fast. Miracles are fast, and they’re needed right now.

Prayer reaches across the distance and touches people at the speed of thought, bringing supernatural protection and favor and wisdom and guidance. We don’t know the details and most of us can’t get there, but God does and can, and is there.

Prayer doesn’t care about the mocking, scoffing, spitting, disbelieving. Let them berate and see how much peace they find from their ignorant faithlessness. It doesn’t care about permission or blowhards or red tape; it soars right over, blasts right through, the agreement with God’s goodness releasing His power to change situations, to create something out of nothing, to lead those who don’t know where to go or where to look, to draw water from the rock.

So there’s that, and it’s definitely something.

I had a long conversation with one of our kids about all these events, and why we do what we do – why we shop certain places and avoid others, why we spend time learning and teaching things that aren’t on a curriculum. You can’t go wrong in learning about prayer, healing, security, and food, I told her. All we can do is the thing God’s telling us to right now, today, in this moment.

For example, when you learn about healing, you learn that there are four stages to it: hemostasis (stopping the bleeding), inflammation (scabbing over), rebuilding, and strengthening.

What strikes me about this is that none of it is done in isolation: At first, the closest blood cells come together to clot and protect the wound. But then, white blood cells and oxygen come in. Then red blood cells come in, helping to rebuild new tissue.

We have a huge gash in our Southeastern states right now, and the process of stopping the bleeding, clotting, and protection is in full force thanks to those who didn’t wait for permission to do the right thing. Meanwhile, those of us holding down the fort in other areas do well to strengthen our immediate surroundings, to fight against the attempts to obliterate our communities and culture. We don’t know when our own tissue could be injured, or our red blood cells called in to reinforce healing needed nearby.

When all else fails and you are overwhelmed, unsure of what to do or prioritize, look at the core strengthening things. What foundations need shored up? What relationship needs some extra time, or just an extra hug? What small task is going to bolster your day tomorrow? Do you need an extra hour of sleep, an extra glass of water? We can get so focused on the big things that we forget the little things until they turn into big things we could’ve prevented.

And the effect of righteousness will be peace, and the result of righteousness, quietness and trust forever. My people will abide in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.

— Isaiah 32:17-18

There are so many voices out there. Many of them are good and true. But we still need to be quiet, to stop scrolling for a while, and listen for Him to speak specifically to us, just to us, in the quiet.

It’s important to starve the voices that aren’t true. We have to prioritize who we give the microphone to in our lives. We can turn the volume down on the excess noise in our society by trimming the amount of time we scroll.

We can’t go wrong in reaching out, making stronger connections, hugging the prickly kid, texting the distant kid, feeding more broth and tea to the sick kid. We can read good books, pray for our neighbors, grow and cook real food, memorize Scripture, learn new skills. We can repair rather than replace, create more and consume less. We can smile and talk with the person in line at the grocery store or post office. We can filter our media consumption, and prioritize what gives life, beauty, joy, and wisdom.

We will probably never regret doing things like deep cleaning our kitchen, taking flowers to a friend, or spending an extra few minutes talking with our kids at bedtime.

These are the things that bring oxygen, that create healing, that prevent injury and sickness, that declare to the world, We are building Kingdom culture and we have no intention of stopping. Where it’s damaged and hurting, we will rebuild and reinforce and strengthen, and as many times as it is wounded, we will keep rebuilding, and won’t wait for paperwork to go through or for bureaucrats to finish dinking around or for a government blowhard to give us the green light.

We are Kingdom people; we live in the green light, and we will keep moving forward.

We don’t need anyone’s permission to love our neighbor. We don’t need the government’s permission to protect our families or build and strengthen our culture. We just need to do it.

no dig: what happens when the light hits us

Posted on by June 27, 2024

I think we’ve started the no-dig method of gardening, but it was an accident.

Partly out of laziness, partly just not knowing anywhere better to toss the old coop bedding, we started throwing it on top of the garden beds as compost in the fall. Then we just planted in that same compost-turned-mostly-dirt in the spring. Not only did the gardens do better, but weeding was a piece of cake – there were hardly any weeds at all because the weed seeds were buried underneath and left dormant, rather than stirred up and activated. Those that did come up were pulled out with no effort because the soil was so loose and healthy.

no dig: what happens when the light hits us | Shannon Guerra

Unfortunately, the chickens and local rabbit have not observed our new no-dig policy and we’ve lost most of our zucchini as a result of their enthusiasm.

But other than their help, it’s been a perfect summer so far for gardening: Mostly sunny days, a little rain. We’re out there doing school on the lawn, playing with the chickens, reading in the deck chairs, wading in the kiddie pool. And lo and behold, I am tanner than I have ever been…which means I’m slightly darker than bleached white printer paper. (It’s the little things.) But still, I’m not just freckled or sunburned, and after a lifetime of skin issues I can feel things shifting in healthy ways I’ve never experienced before. I know I’m late to the game, but I finally understand the joy of feeling the sunlight sink into your bones – the warmth that fills the gaps deep within us as we realize, Yes, this is exactly what I’ve needed.

I never used to really care about getting out in the sun. Sensitive skin gets even more aggravated by bug bites and plant scratches; I didn’t want to get burned; staying inside was easier. Sunny days were cheerful, but nothing to really revel in.

Now though, we’re out there everyday and I notice things I never did – Oh look, that’s shepherd’s purse, and there’s wild mustard. There’s Peter Rabbit hiding in the raspberries. And above, two eagles flying over our house, circling so high they’re mere specks in a photo.

(In the center, right at the edge of the cloud, one above the other…so small you probably thought they were dirt on your screen. ;)

The speaker a few Sundays ago was from Pakistan, and his accent was a little difficult to catch but he talked about eagles and his points were spot on: Eagles fly above the storms, and their strength is in their diet – they eat fresh things, not dead things. Fear and doubt are dead things, so don’t feed on them.

I’ve been feeling my mindset shifting, learning to fly above the storm rather than to beat against the waves and be pummeled by the wind. Yes, xyz could happen, and yes, it could be devastating. The stakes are higher and scarier. But also yes, God is providing and healing and restoring. It’s like the open window of heaven is hovering right above me, waiting for my beliefs and attitudes to line up so breakthrough can pour down.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.

– Psalm 139:23-24, NKJV

It’s the Lord’s work, not mine; He is the one doing the searching and digging. But it’s also my perspective, my focus, my decision to not indulge in complaining or bitterness or self pity, my choice to look at Jesus and not the wind and waves around me.

It is the no-dig method of gardening in my heart, letting some things simmer and fade. Some issues do need pulled up and examined, but the healthier the soil is, the easier they come out, and minor offenses can be buried under other nutrients like love and forgiveness and surrender, smothered into nonexistence rather than stirring up old wounds that expand, proliferate, and scatter.

He knows that wounds and irritations are louder than quiet, everyday joys, and if we focus on them they magnify way out of proportion. He knows our default is to focus on the pain and frustration. We have a million great interactions with people, but if we have one or two painful ones that are filled with rejection or abuse, those hard experiences threaten all the other good ones in our future if we let them.

So He tells us to think on certain things – the beautiful, the pure, the lovely – and bury the irritations not out of irrational denial but in a gritty, deliberate focus to play it cool and stay postured for breakthrough. Focusing on the good things is a strategic covering; refusing to dig up and entertain the weeds keeps them down to size.

The digging is where I start looking too close, too deep, examining every little germ that might be my fault, might be why I deserved this, might explain why I need to go through this really hard thing because it’s for my own good since obviously I’m still just not humble, smart, wise, or holy enough yet. Striving and fear take over. The tightness in the throat, trying to get a deep breath, the feeling of not enough oxygen…but it’s not asthma, it’s anxiety.

Whatever you feed grows, the pastor said. Don’t feed the fear and doubts. Feed hope and life, feed on the Word of God. It is alive.

It’s His work, but I have to position myself to receive the benefits of it. And caving to fear or anything else that weakens faith will blow me out of the sweet spot every time.

It is a small view of God that makes us feel like we have to strive and dig and do all the things just to be in the right place at the right time, to navigate the confusion of the unknown, lest we miss the boat. The Lord will put us where we need to be, tell us the things we need to know, as long as we are yielded and willing.

So we do yield and surrender, and He peers in like the light that soaks into our bones, and we realize, Yes, this is exactly what I’ve needed. We’ve gotten used to living in the cold and the dark, and didn’t realize what we were missing out on. Or maybe we sort of did, but we sucked it up and dealt with it because we were used to the pain that’s always there – the grief, the disease, the abuse, the resignation, the attitude. This is our weather, our lot, our destiny, whatever.

We can take it, we tell ourselves. We can be tough, we can be longsuffering. It’s just one more thing; I can do this. We forget that we were made for more than the dark and cold.

But two things can be true at the same time. Yes, we can (and should be) longsuffering, but also, hope deferred makes the heart sick. Yes, we should carry our cross, but also, His yoke is easy and His burden is light.

So we choose the light, the warmth, the brightness and glory of His eye on us, as we are aligned and in position to receive the breakthrough He’s wanting to send.

I think all Christians would agree with me if I said that though Christianity seems at first to be all about morality, all about duties and rules and guilt and virtue, yet it leads you on, out of all that, into something beyond. One has a glimpse of a country where they do not talk of those things, except perhaps as a joke. Every one there is filled full with what we should call goodness as a mirror is filled with light. But they do not call it goodness. They do not call it anything. They are not thinking of it. They are too busy looking at the source from which it comes.

– C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

The Lord is bringing light and healing, revelation and joy to areas we’ve given up on and settled for. Ignoring pain isn’t our lot; living in the dark and cold isn’t our lot. It might be a season, but it’s not our destiny.

The belief that things could be different comes out like a little bit of sun, and we see it through the window and wonder what it would feel like on our skin. And sometimes we think, Nope, not worth it, it’s too bright and my sunglasses are all the way downstairs. I don’t want to deal with the bugs. I might get burned.

I never realized how cold I was until I stepped into the sun.

But the color is so glorious out there. It lures us. His kindness leads us to repentance and we are drawn and wooed by the warmth of the way things ought to be.