Closing Down the "Reeds in the Wind" Blog

This blog was started by my late husband, Bob Reed when we moved to Ghana in 2009.  He had been writing a weekly blog under the name "Reeds in Liberia" since 2005, and as that name no longer fit, he switched to Reeds in the Wind.  When he passed away in March 2010, I had contributed only two or three posts in five years.  

I had a decision to make regarding the blog, and I thought I might make a few entries and then let it go.  It wasn't my thing; it was his.  He was pithy, humorous, and wise; I didn't think I had the chops.  But then I found healing and fellowship by journaling my journey as a widow, a single mom, and doing ministry far away from home in Ghana.  Many of you encouraged me and prayed for me along the way.

Fast forward to today.  

There have been 746 posts on this blog, of which I have written approximately 700(!). There have been 667,000 page views. Discipling Marketplace Leaders was born in the process. My children are grown and married. I am remarried. Most of my entries are about integrating faith and work, and I usually copy what I write here onto the DML blog.  It has become redundant.

So I think it's time for this blog to close and only write through the DML blog.

I have wondered about this over the past two years, especially as my voice has become associated with "BAM and the Church," and I no longer feel free to write about other topics of interest to me, especially those that may be considered divisive. 

I've been reluctant to close it, as it is one of the very few connections I still feel with Bob.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of him or talk about him.  [Michael is so very gracious in this, and he now knows many "Bob quotes" and references.  He knows that I can miss Bob and still love Michael fully.  It's not a zero-sum game.] 

These are Bob's words, still on this blog: 

"The wind blows where it wills." That was Jesus, who compared the spirit of God to the wind. The Reeds have followed the Wind from Grand Rapids, Michigan to Monrovia, Liberia, then to Accra, Ghana. Join us as we seek to understand what it means to be "shaken by the Wind."

I am thankful to Bob for pushing me to be a Reed in the Wind.  Indeed, there has been great shaking over the years, but God has been faithful, and I can truly sing that He is a "good, good Father."

I won't stop writing blogs, but it will now only be posted on the DML blog site. I might also back off to writing every other week instead of every week, since writing weekly is a lot, and I'm not looking to fill space but to contribute to this topic in a meaningful way.  

Of late, you may have noticed that the blog is coming from my DML email address, with the subject line "DML Blog," as a means of transition.

I hope you will continue this journey with me. As always, you may unsubscribe at any time, and I will fully understand. 

Thank you for keeping me company. I pray that what you have read has blessed you as much as your company has blessed me.

In the Silence, God Named Me

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At my recent silent retreat, I read the following prayer from Guerrillas of Grace (by Ted Loder) before going on a hike:

In The Silence, Name Me

Holy One, untamed by the names I give you, 
in the silence, name me, 
that I may know who I am, 
hear the truth you have put into me, 
trust the love you have for me 
which you call me to live out 
with my brothers and sisters in your human family.

As I walked, I considered the names I had already been given and what I have learned from each name.

Renita Grace Kranenburg Reed Thomson

Renita means "firm of purpose," which I have always claimed gives me license to be stubborn.  My parents named me Renita; they meant for the meaning to be "reborn," which I was at the age of 27.

Grace is unmerited favor, love, and kindness freely given to undeserving people.  I firmly belong in that category!  My favorite line from a hymn says, "Oh to grace, how great a debtor, daily I'm constrained to be, let that grace, like a fetter bind my wandering heart to me."  I have requested that those lines be sung at my funeral, as I know my deep need for grace!

Kranenburg is my maiden name.  I lived in the Kranenburg household for seventeen years and carried that name for 21 years.  It was, of course, significantly formative in both faith and culture, and much of who I am today is still a result of Peter and Marrie Kranenburg.

I married into the Reed name in 1990 and learned a whole new culture from that family, mostly through Bob.  I was married to Bob from 1990 until 2010, when he passed away.  Bob had a significant impact on who I am.  Anyone who had him as a therapist knows how effective he was - imagine being married to him through your formative 20s and 30s!  I learned who I was, what I believed, and put aside some unhealthy cultural practices (and picked up some others!).  

I married into the Thomson name in 2014, and I'm still leaning into that name and learning what it means. From Michael, I learn about hard work, family loyalty, and passionate advocacy. 

While I continued on this walk, I asked God to name me.  And without going into all the details of that process, after some time, I heard clearly that God's name for me is "Joy." I've sat with that now for a few months and believe that it's also a name that I need to grow into - that God is inviting me to grow into.  Joy is not happiness and is not related to circumstances, but it is delight and strength in God's grace.  The name "Joy" circles back to "Grace," which circles back to "Renita," or "reborn."

I pray that God will help me lean into this delight and strength.  

The day I left my silent retreat, Joel and Patty Hogan anointed me with oil with that new name.  What a blessing!

Renita Grace Joy Kranenburg Reed Thomson

As you go into this new week, what might God's name be for you, and how might you live it out? And if He's given you a name already, I'd love to hear from you!  

Asking the Wrong Question in the Garden

The DML global team has been praying through the book of Daniel together, and one theme stands out: Nebuchadnezzar repeatedly acknowledges the God of Daniel as the “one true God,” yet he never chooses to serve Him or abandon the gods he already worships. This tension invites us to reflect on the nature of false gods—not only in ancient Babylon, but in the many forms they still take today—and to compare them with the living God.

The pagan gods of Daniel’s time did not speak or act for themselves. Others spoke and acted on their behalf. Our God, by contrast, speaks and acts personally. He is a doer of deeds, and it is through His work that we know Him. Genesis 1 and 2 read like a report on a workweek, filled with divine action: creating, forming, naming, blessing, commanding, planting, breathing life, and resting. God reveals Himself through purposeful, relational action.

Pagan gods require human beings to attend to their needs; people are enslaved to them. Their stories are unilateral, with only one active agent. The God of Scripture, however, creates human beings as image bearers—vice-regents called to rule, cultivate, and work alongside Him. Human decisions and actions matter deeply. That calling, though, is disrupted in Genesis 3.

In Pro Rege, Michael D. Williams explores this shift in his article, “Who Is the God ‘With Whom We Have to Do’?” He notes how abruptly Genesis 3 turns: a serpent appears with no explanation, introducing opposition where none existed before. We often respond by asking, “Where was God? Why didn’t He protect Adam and Eve?”

Williams argues that this is the wrong question. Genesis 1 and 2 make clear that God entrusted the care and security of the garden to Adam and Eve. They were created to rule and to guard. The better question is, “Where were Adam and Eve?” They were equipped to defend the garden and God’s name, yet they failed to show up to the work they were given.

An appropriate response, says Williams, is that Adam and Eve would have leapt to defend the garden and the Lord's name.  The serpent would have been crushed under their foot. They had been equipped and created for this.

Adam and Eve didn't show up to work at that moment. They had every reason to be faithful and no reason to reject God's rule over them.

The same question confronts us today. We still ask, “Where is God? Why isn’t He acting?” But Scripture presses us to ask instead, “Where are we?” We, too, have been equipped and commissioned. The work given in Genesis 1 and 2 was not revoked in Genesis 3—it simply became more difficult. The call to show up remains.

A Seat at the Table...But What About the Kitchen?

You have likely heard the phrase, “You have a seat at the table,” or perhaps, “We want a seat at the table.”

The phrase reflects a desire to participate in decision-making—to have one’s voice recognized as legitimate and influential, rather than merely being present and living with the outcomes.

And while it is good to have a seat at the table, it is far better to be invited into the kitchen.

When you are at the table, you arrive after the decisions have been made. The table is already set. The menu has already been determined.

The kitchen, however, is different. It is chaotic and fast-paced. It is creative and demanding. It is where ideas collide, where experiments are tried, where failures and successes coexist. It is where fusion happens—new expressions are born, and innovation takes shape.

We need to move from occupying a place to participating in the planning.

We need to move from being welcomed to being wanted.

I believe this metaphor speaks powerfully to the Church and how it has been expressed. For many years, businesspeople—and others whose primary ministry is outside the church building—have been invited to the table, but rarely into the kitchen. The Church’s “menu” has often remained familiar and centralized, shaped largely by programs and led by a professional pastorate.

Yet Scripture calls us toward something different.

We are invited to move from centralized leadership to decentralized leadership. We are called to equip the saints for the work of the ministry—a work that takes place primarily outside the church walls. We are meant to live as a priesthood of believers, making room for multiple expressions of the Church. Churches are meant to serve movements, not require movements to serve them.

What we need is unity, not uniformity.

Recently, I heard a compelling metaphor: the Church needs to be like the immortal jellyfish—an organism known for its ability to renew itself by returning to an earlier stage of life rather than dying. In the same way, the Church must continually return to its source. Certain forms may need to die so that new ones can emerge, allowing adaptation without a loss of identity.

This is my prayer for the Church in 2026. It might look something like this:

Every Christian, a disciple and sent.
Every church, a training center.
Every pastor, a master trainer.
Every church, a multiplying church.
Every leader, a leader developer.

There is a beautiful song that captures this vision well. May it inspire us as we step into a new year.

Happy New Year.

T