Author: Amy

On the day we were taking our firstborn to college, Patrick and I drove into town to rent a vehicle large enough for her belongings. We then separated, and I went in a different direction so I could drop off our dog at his sitter’s. I then traveled the long country road home consumed by my thoughts of all this day held, and I began to weep. Truly, this was the day I had dreaded since I learned I was expecting Liliana. I knew the years would fly by without my ability to hold them. This day had loomed in the distance for so long, and suddenly, it was upon me, catching me off my guard and causing my heart to ache. 

As I wept and prayed and worshipped the Lord for the gift of this dear daughter, a specific memory flooded my mind. It was a scene from Lillie’s pink nursery when she was a newborn baby. I was standing next to her black crib watching her sleep, and I found myself in total awe of the wonder of new life. In complete and utter gratitude to the Lord for blessing me this way, my hands lifted in His praise as high as they could go. With deep, heartfelt thanksgiving to my King, I wept and worshipped Him, knowing I had been highly favored with the gift of this treasure. I prayerfully expressed my desire to give her wholeheartedly back to Him.

Today, I spent some time in Lillie’s room. She’s been gone from home for only a couple of days. Though I am incredibly excited for her with what this new phase of life at the conservatory entails, I am sad. I think I’m struggling to believe this day has actually arrived; waves of grief wash over me at any given moment. However, there in the shadow of my sorrow lingers that deep, heartfelt thanksgiving that I have carried for over eighteen years. 

I dusted and organized her bookshelves and sorted the miscellaneous items she left behind. I looked through her high school memorabilia and enjoyed many precious memories from her special and unique journey. And then I found myself standing by her bed once more, in the exact same spot I had stood in back in May of 2007. With my hands lifted to the Lord as high as they could go, I wept and worshipped Him, knowing that I have been highly favored with the gift of this treasure. And I prayerfully expressed my desire to give her wholeheartedly to Him yet again.

So I will bless You as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands in Your name. (Psalm 63:4)

2025 has been a whirlwind. We barely kept our heads above water this spring, and when summer hit, there was still no rest for the weary. When we returned in June from a two-week trip filled to the brim with performances and ministry engagements, my chaotic mind and weary body were running on empty. 

I am in a season of life with my teenage daughters that is very full and exciting. One girl is soon to fly the nest, and the other is in driver’s ed, a new ballet school, and a new relationship. I am attempting to balance their needs along with those of my aging parents, my regular work and ministry load, and my ever-shifting hormones… Thank goodness Patrick is low-maintenance! 

By the end of June, the noise in my head was too loud to manage. The mere mention of someone needing me would cause me to weep. I yearned for quiet. I needed quiet. Since my load was not going to lighten any time soon, I wondered what I could eliminate from my daily activities. Instagram was the obvious choice. 

If I had to describe this app in one word, it would be noise. It is a constant display of society’s opinions, feelings, preferences, motives, and actions. Sure, there are godly connections and sweet friendships made or maintained through it. In fact, my daughter located her college roommate just two hours after joining IG on her 18th birthday. It has its benefits for many people both relationally and professionally. Please understand that I am not pooh-poohing social media in and of itself, but rather its effects on one’s head space. 

On June 30th, I turned it off completely. I didn’t know for how long. I just knew I needed the quiet. As we turn the corner into August, I plan to return to it in very small doses, mostly so I can see my daughter’s posts after she leaves for the conservatory. But I don’t mind admitting there is some trepidation about bringing social media back into my life.

What I have learned is that the quiet is good. It is very good. I have been more aware of my surroundings, more productive in my work, more present in my home, and more in tune with the Spirit’s promptings. 

For example, I was driving home a few days ago and felt a specific burden to pray for someone concerning a car wreck. I didn’t know who; I didn’t even know if it was me! But I prayed fervently for whomever the Spirit was prompting me to bring before the throne. I learned the next day that a family I deeply cherish was almost in a head-on collision at the exact moment of my prayers. The Lord graciously spared them. 

I do not believe my prayers were the reason for their safety, for God does not need me. But I do believe the Spirit dwelling in us through Christ is more than a Comforter; He is our Guide and our Compass. He moves among His people, drawing us to the throne of God when we are still enough to hear Him. Herein lies the value of quiet.

The Hebrew word for quiet can be translated “undisturbed.” This might be my new favorite word! Christ-centered thoughts must never be replaced by man-centered entertainment. I won’t let this quiet month of learning be in vain. And I will better guard my heart going forward. 

How about you? Are you quiet?

And the work of righteousness will be peace,
And the service of righteousness, quietness and confidence forever. (Isaiah 32:17)

This spring has been an absolute whirlwind as we graduated our firstborn. Liliana is going to major in violin performance at the College-Conservatory of Music at the University of Cincinnati this fall. On our way home from a multi-city trip through New York and Canada, we stopped in Michigan City, Indiana, so that she could receive a scholarship award from the Indiana School Resource Officer Association. We enjoyed some quality time with Officer Dino Farrell, our beloved resource officer at Carmel Latin School. And it was Lillie’s privilege to play her instrument for 500 officers and their families. 

I have her permission to share the essay that won her this honor. I pray it is a blessing to you. I am so thankful that Lillie is willing to express her faith publicly as she continues to share her battle with fear and anxiety, and how the Lord is her Healer and Protector. He is the Guard at the door. 

Can Foxes Open Doors?
by Liliana Fata 

As a child, fear was my constant companion. My childhood was often spent dealing with crippling anxiety. I distinctly remember seeing a fox in our backyard when I was around four years old. Instead of experiencing childlike wonder and awe, I nervously asked my father, “Can foxes open doors?” Irrational fear is a common experience for many children. Fortunately, I have, for the most part, outgrown my baseless worry. Most children leave behind childhood fears, but some carry their fear into their teen years or even into adulthood. When fear births hatred for others or for self, this is when something innocent turns into something evil.

Hatred is a poison that can result in violence and, sadly, our country is rampant with hatred and violence.  As a high schooler, I now know that my irrational fear that an unwanted power might intrude and cause harm is no longer irrational. Foxes have learned how to open doors. Tragedy can strike at any school at any time. Right now in the United States of America, there is a need for a guard at the door, a shepherd to keep foxes from entering.

Carmel Latin School in Carmel, Indiana, is blessed to have School Resource Officer Dino Farrell standing post as our defender. He provides an example of strength and security as he offers protection for our students and faculty. I often see Officer Dino patrolling the school grounds or sitting in his police car outside the building. He goes above and beyond his regular duties to seek a personal relationship with the students. He encourages us and supports us, and I am proud to say I have found both a guard and a shepherd in him. He is my friend.

As a woman of faith, I see Officer Dino as someone who has represented Christ, to me, who is our ultimate Guard at the door. Jesus declared, “I am the door of the sheep. All those who came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the door; if anyone enters through Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came so that they would have life, and have it abundantly. I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd lays down His life for the sheep” (John 10:8–11). Here, Christ is proclaiming He is the only way to God, but His role as Good Shepherd implies He is also our protector, shepherding His flock, allowing us to rest easy while defending us from the foxes of the world. He is our safe haven.

The importance of a School Resource Officer is not only to protect against foxes—those predators intending harm—but also to set an example of what a strong and safe shepherd is. His presence during the school day means we can rest. As someone who thoroughly understands the difference between fearing and resting, I will forever be grateful.

My firstborn turns eighteen today. These words don’t seem possible. Sometimes when she’s talking to me late at night, I still picture a toddler standing by my bed, explaining in broken speech why she’s gotten out of her own bed. It’s the same sweet face and the same tender heart, but now here stands a beautiful young woman, speaking with clarity and conviction. My Lillie is ready to launch into adulthood. The countdown has begun.

I do not know the date in August when we will move her into the conservatory. I don’t want to know it; my heart isn’t ready. It’s some future day on the calendar that I have dreaded since she was in the womb. I remember driving home from the baby store having just purchased a crib. Patrick and I spoke about how time would fly. We dreamed of making the most of it. One of us mentioned that we would blink and the crib would convert into a big-kid bed, and then we would blink again, and it would be a headboard for a teenager’s bed. We both started crying—and we hadn’t even met her yet!

Liliana Gabriel Fata was born at 7:59 a.m., May 1, 2007. The morning sun shone through the window and landed on my face while I labored to bring her into the world. With this new dawn, our lives changed forever. Our dark-haired baby girl’s first cry sounded like my name, “Maaa, maaa, maaa.” She spoke to my heart with her very first breath.

Patrick and I can’t mention the rapidly approaching fateful day at the end of summer without welling up. We’re aware that the countdown has begun, but we take comfort in believing she’s ready. In God’s good grace, He will prepare our hearts for this letting go. I wish I could report that we have no regrets in our parenting, that we always made the most of our time. It seems we still fail every day! Even while trying to absorb these precious hours, they slip through our fingers like water. And when we try to hold on, we end up clipping her wings instead of being the wind beneath them. This launch season is not for sissies! 

I am aware that I must fire myself from certain parenting jobs in order to protect my future role as the mother of an adult. I stumble through this endeavor every single day. I’m not a fan of this process, but I know the Lord has purposed it, so I swallow hard and put one foot in front of the other. I remind myself of the tremendous blessings of these eighteen years, and I swell up with gratitude. Every evening, I give Lillie back to the One who gave her to me. She stands by my bed, holds my hand, and I sing the same song she’s heard at bedtime for eighteen years…

Love came down from heaven
May first, two-thousand-seven
The sun shone through the window bright
Lit the room and filled our lives
Never been the same since love came
Love came down from heaven

I woke up one day last week with a sore throat. I realize no one appreciates this kind of awakening, but for me, it is truly tragic. I have often joked that when I go down I feel like a victim. Who got me sick and how dare they breathe on me! Losing my vocal health is devastating to our schedule and income. So, per my usual, I launched into deep prayer, pleading with the Lord not to let this be true sickness, to sustain me in one of the most hectic springs my family has ever known. 

The right side of my throat and neck felt swollen, making swallowing or even talking miserable, and my ear also ached. When I shined a light on the back of my throat I learned I was not alone! Two white jagged rocks had taken up residence in my tonsil folds. What in the world? 

After some research, Patrick and I determined these were tonsil stones, probably caused by allergy drainage. I am always relieved to learn I am not “truly sick” when fighting allergies. But on the flip side, they have led to some of my worst bouts with sickness. Allergies seem to be every Indiana resident’s nemesis. And if they aren’t yet, just wait. They can begin at any stage of life. Super fun.

So what was I to do with my new rocky friends? I gargled with salt water. I tried to cough them away. I even tried to poke them with a Q-tip but that made me gag. These dudes had come to stay! According to Mr. Google, the longer they remain, the more damage they will cause, so I needed to evict them. But how? Someone suggested using a wet Q-tip. So, armed with a warm mug of salt water and some dipped tips, I went to war. Sweet victory! Thankfully, after their removal, it wasn’t long before my sickness symptoms disappeared.

What I find intriguing about this whole ordeal is that though it is April (second only to September for my worst allergy month), I had not been experiencing severe allergy symptoms. These stones seemed to come out of nowhere! So of course, a spiritual analogy must be made…

How often do we unknowingly let sinful thoughts or habits exist in our lives? It is only when the nasty effects of them appear that we realize a problem is on our plate. This feels too late to me. How do we preemptively strike our sin? The author of Psalm 19 has the answer:

How can a young man keep his way pure?
By keeping it according to Your word.

With all my heart I have sought You;
Do not let me wander from Your commandments.

I have treasured Your word in my heart,
So that I may not sin against You.

Blessed are You, LORD;
Teach me Your statutes.

With my lips I have told of
All the ordinances of Your mouth.

I have rejoiced in the way of Your testimonies,
As much as in all riches.

I will meditate on Your precepts
And regard Your ways.

I shall delight in Your statutes;
I will not forget Your word.
(Psalm 119:9–16)

The psalmist expresses a deep, abiding affection for God’s truth. He knows it is the only path to freedom and spiritual health. He seeks it, treasures it, learns from it, expresses it, rejoices in it above all else, meditates upon it, and delights in the memorization of it. He explains why he does all of this: “So that I might not sin against You.”

Our greatest defense against any stones of sin moving in and taking residence in us, causing us spiritual sickness, is to shield our lives with Scripture. We take cover under its protection. God has provided a way for spiritual freedom and health. Do we love His Word as the psalmist does? Do we treasure it so that we might not sin against our Heavenly Father?

A preemptive strike is easier than having to fight a long battle. It also spares us harm. Friends, let’s arm ourselves with the shield of the Word, and maybe some Allegra, too. 

When we are falsely accused and in a way that would tarnish the name of Christ, we must clear our name for the sake of His. When our character is in question though we are innocent, it is beneficial to our witness to maintain an honorable reputation. However, there are times when defending ourselves isn’t necessary. We are called to turn the other cheek when slapped. Jesus calls us to put others before ourselves. He said, 

“You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ But I say to you, do not show opposition against an evil person; but whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other toward him also. And if anyone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak also.” (Matthew 5:38–40)

I was verbally attacked on the phone last night even though I was completely innocent of the accusations thrust at me. I wish I could report that I turned the other cheek and let my accuser vent her inappropriate frustration to the fullest. I wish I could write that I gently and lovingly prodded her to discover the real issue at hand. I wish I could say that I ministered to the broken pieces of her heart and let her know that her deep need for love and acceptance was seen. But sadly, no. Instead, I defended my slapped face and released a verbal thrashing of my own. Sigh.

I have always been able to articulate my feelings with a passionate determination to right wrongs and set records straight. At times, this has served me well. But it is a blessing and a curse. Last evening, I saw the negative effects of my quick tongue. After the phone call, I was equally angry with this woman and myself! I know better. I knew what needed to happen to put out her fire, and I didn’t do it. My defense, though justified, was not necessary, and I found myself grieved, even convicted in my spirit.

I sent her an apology for my tone of voice. She then proceeded to share all the inner workings of her heart that had led to misjudging me and attacking me. Thankfully, my witness is still intact, and I have the potential to minister to her and her family in the future. But I am saddened that my desire for vindication trumped her need to be heard. I was surprised by both my level of anger and my willingness to display it. I truly do not remember the last time I spoke in such a way.

Sin is always crouching at the door. We learn this from the third person to ever exist who also happens to be the first person to be born in sin! Cain’s anger toward his brother Abel caused the Lord to say, “Why are you angry? And why is your face gloomy? If you do well, will your face not be cheerful? And if you do not do well, sin is lurking at the door; and its desire is for you, but you must master it.” (Genesis 4:6–7)

Sin was obviously lurking at my door. God is gracious to humble me and to grow me in this way. I am thankful for the reminder this failure brings: I am redeemed and set free from my sin because of Christ’s sacrifice. He made Himself of no reputation and He intends to do the same with me. Through His strength, I can master my every inclination to defend myself, exalt myself, or prove myself in any way. Rather, I can choose to lean into my union with Him and calmly analyze the real issue at hand. I can view my attackers as more important than myself. By God’s grace, next time I will. 

Last weekend, Patrick and I flew to northeastern Pennsylvania to minister in music to couples attending a retreat at Montrose Bible Conference. It was a precious time of fellowship in the faith. During our Saturday evening concert, we asked the audience to help us write a song! The conference theme for the weekend was baseball, so Patrick and I arranged a version of “Take Me Out the Ball Game” and presented it to them in its newer, slower, lower, and harmonically rich style. 

I then asked the couples to pick a theme from their marriage and a corresponding passage of Scripture. After a time of sharing, we voted on the theme of God’s goodness and sovereign hand through our hardships. Then the lyric writing began! Patrick and I were impressed with everyone’s willingness to participate. We processed a lot of great lyrical ideas. I took the song back to our room and finished writing it. Patrick then engraved a score, and we passed it out the next morning and sang it during the worship service. What a sweet experience!

If you are currently in a difficult season of life, I pray these lyrics will be a blessing to you. Remind yourself of His sovereign goodness over your trials and rest assured that your soul is in safekeeping. 

SAFEKEEPING
Lord, You know all my troubles
Lord, You know all my fears
You are my refuge, my hiding place
Teach me to shelter in Your strong embrace
When the night is long and so lonely
When affliction is mine
I am never crushed, forsaken, or lost
I am wholly Thine

Lord, my days are before You
Ev’ry breath from Your hand
In days of feasting or days of drought
In times of resting or moments of doubt
You have held my soul in safekeeping
Pulled me out of the dark
Before time began You called me by name
And You claimed my heart

You are Lord of the ages
You are Author of life
Lord of the land, of the sea, the sky
Lord of the day and each star of the night
So I’ll praise You in ev’ry season
Open hands, calloused knees
For You rule, You reign, You carry Your own
And You’re all I need

Music by Albert von Tilzer /arr. Amy and Patrick Fata
Lyrics by Amy Branson Fata and the attendees of the Montrose Bible Conference Couples’ Retreat, February 8, 2025 © 2025 Portion Music

When I ponder what is coming my way
 I have two options for my day:

Pull the covers over my head 
 and enter that place of gloom and dread

Or face the giants with courage and grace
 and look to Heaven to see the face

Of the One who holds all things together
 He commands both rain and sunny weather 

He chooses what my path will hold
 I choose to be cowardly or bold

One day on dry land with fish and bread
 The next in a boat with storm overhead

Either way, I rest in a truth wonderful and large:
 It is not me who is in charge

But our God is in the heavens;
He does whatever He pleases. (Psalm 115:3)

One of the new Christmas decor items I purchased on sale last year was damaged when I pulled it out of the box. The clay portion of the bottom was broken into several pieces. I super-glued it back together, discovering that one piece was still missing. As we were cleaning up after hours of unpacking and decorating, I found the missing piece! I was so happy. I grabbed the glue and began the careful surgery once more, though apparently I wasn’t careful enough! I pressed my thumb down on the piece to secure it, and when I lifted up my hand, the clay piece came with me! 

I had super-glued the clay to the end of my thumb. It was utterly sealed it to my skin! I yelled for Patrick, and he began researching what to do. One person suggested nail polish remover, so we started there. Nope. Another suggestion was paint thinner. I soaked my thumb and its clay compadre for thirty minutes. Slowly, it began to loosen. Finally, the piece came off, leaving a remnant of gray clay in its place for me to sport around for a few days. That’s fine! I was perfectly content to have at least lost my new appendage!

While I was soaking in paint thinner I told my family, “There’s a spiritual lesson in this.” They all laughed at me since this is my usual response to most situations, but it’s true! So here goes…

Sometimes we believe we are doing the right thing. We grab our glue and our well-meaning intentions, and we work diligently to fix a problem. We believe we are doing our part, the Lord’s work even. We assume we are operating in a healthy place as we measure and paste. But if our labor is done in our own strength, we are sorely misguided. The problem we set out to repair becomes a bigger problem, because our work is ineffectual. We are susceptible to the broken pieces of the problem permanently attaching themselves to us. 

I have seen this in my life. I have entered scenarios in full-blown savior mode, ineffectually striving to move mountains in my own power. Instead of the issue disappearing, it sticks to me permanently! As a believer, this need not be the case. To be in union with Christ is to rest in His effectual work. Only He cleanses. Only He heals. Only He delivers. Only He saves. Christ alone is Savior. 

I am typing these words with a gray-tipped thumb; the “scar” from my glue adventure remains. I bear many such scars from moments when I wasn’t careful. But by His grace, I now view them as reminders of my spiritual education. I am growing stronger every day in the reality that I am not in charge. I do not need to be the savior. There is only One who can solve my sticky scenarios. Christ Jesus is my Paint Thinner. 

Commit your way to the Lord;
    trust in him, and he will act. (Psalm 37:5)

As I drove my daughter home from ballet rehearsal, I shared a story with her from my junior year of high school. We had an extracurricular choir at our school, called Chorale, made up of the cream-of-the-crop singers. Of all the students auditioning to get into this choir, I was the only one who was consistently performing. In fact, I was the only one who planned to be a music major in college. However, I did not make the cut. I was shocked and dismayed. The choir director was even my personal voice teacher!

She explained to me that there were some vocal skills she wanted me to refine. I was to “work while I wait.” As you can imagine, I was devastated. This cut made me question everything about myself as a singer. Should I still even pursue music?

A year of hard work passed, and it was time for Chorale auditions once again. This time, not only was I accepted as a vocalist, but my teacher also asked my opinion concerning who else she should include in the group! My junior-year trial had inspired hard work and determination resulting in my senior-year triumph. My director’s trust in me was evidence of my personal growth.

As I shared this narrative with my daughter, I recognized the additional fruit stemming from that painful event in my life. Now, I could use this story to inspire Sabrina in her own area of “working and waiting.” And perhaps she will one day do the same for her daughter. 

We have no idea what the Lord is choosing for our lives nor why He is choosing it. What we do know is that He is working in us and through us for the sake of His good name and for the growth of His kingdom. 

May our failures or losses never defeat us. Instead, may we surrender them into His hands, believing He sees the big picture, knows best, and is sovereign on His throne. May we resolve to trust Him and to rest in Him while we work and wait. 

Wait for the Lord;
     be strong, and let your heart take courage;
     wait for the Lord! (Psalm 27:14)