A New Day

Ask anyone who has been around New Day for a while and they will tell you it is unique. Some would say it’s difficult to describe. We’re no longer a baby church, but we have grown into something that does not necessarily look and feel like many other more established churches, either. In some ways, we’re in uncharted territory.

That raises a host of questions. What are we? Where are we headed? What has changed since we first launched back in 2003?

New Day leaders have been wrestling with those questions for the past couple years, and it has been a remarkable process. We’ve discovered that our church values have been a clear defining factor in who we are today. And we don’t want to move away from them. We’ve also come to see that we are a church that treasures the grace of the gospel wherever we can find it.

So the time is ripe for us to cast a vision for moving forward that is in line with where we’ve come so far. As we rearticulate our mission for a new season, we wanted a statement that could:

  1. Reflect the distinct character of New Day.
  2. Be easily remembered.
  3. Work on multiple levels and in practical ways.
  4. Focus on God rather than our own effort.

Here’s where we landed. The mission of New Day is to

Live out of being loved by God.

That’s it. Sounds simple, right? But if you camp there for any length of time, you begin to realize, “I don’t really live from there very often.” You start to see how much would change if that truth was the basis for how a church operates and how we function as individuals.

Over the next weeks and months, we want to unpack that together. We are going to continue this conversation on Sunday mornings, in small groups, in Bible studies and classrooms.

This blog space will serve as a central hub for resources, links, stories and testimonials.

Will you join us on this journey? Better yet — will you grab a friend and enter into a dialog with them about it?  You can take part in one of our existing gatherings or form your own.

Let’s see what God has for us in 2017!




Doing the Work


by Laura Johnson

“Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service of the temple of the Lord is finished. …and every willing man skilled in any craft will help you in all the work.”

In my quiet time a while ago, the devotional was looking at I Chronicles 28, when King David was commissioning his son Solomon to build the temple. Initially I thought it wouldn’t have much bearing on us today – we don’t have a temple – nor are we tasked with building one. But as I have continued to mull about the temple and its purpose, I remembered that we could be considered the “modern” temple because God dwells within us in the person of the Holy Spirit. If this line of reasoning is true, would King David’s command in verse 20 apply?

“Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service of the temple of the Lord is finished. …and every willing man skilled in any craft will help you in all the work.”

Could this be (loosely) applied to counseling?

“…do the work…” It is so hard to keep facing the struggles and agonizing over the sin, trying to change the behaviors that are so ingrained. When you have patterns of thinking, of relating, that are a part of your nature, it is difficult to find the strength to want to change. It’s easier to just keep going the way you always have – but it isn’t necessarily the healthiest or best way. But how am I supposed to keep trying? Maybe it isn’t me that has to solve all the issues – maybe I simply need to work on each piece as it is revealed to me, instead of trying to tackle the temple as a whole, all at once.

“He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service… is finished.” Was the apostle Paul thinking of this when he wrote Philippians 1:6? “…being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Paul’s confidence in who Jesus was and what He would do makes it a little easier to trust that God isn’t finished with us yet. He isn’t bored, frustrated, irritated, or impatient about our progress – He is willing to wait and proceed with gentleness and long-suffering – He knows and understands our limitations. He cares about the process, not just the result.

“…man skilled in any craft will help you in all the work.” At first glance, this may not fit with the idea of counseling, but take a second look. “Skilled… help you in all the work” sure seems to fit with where I’ve been lately! I realized many years ago that there were some areas of my life that weren’t quite right. I read so many books and talked to many different people about possible solutions, but didn’t have a person truly skilled to walk alongside me until more recently. I am grateful. I have learned a lot. I have been made aware of areas that I thought were “whole” but in reality, they were covered over with a thin veneer. A key element is help – coming alongside – for longer than just a visit or two.

“…all the work” implies to me that there is more than meets the eye initially. This is also part of what I’ve discovered while in counseling. What I thought was the problem usually isn’t. Often it is something completely different, that I wasn’t expecting. This process isn’t easy, but God is in it.

“…the Lord God, my God, is with you.”

I Am From

by Laina Henderson


I am from the mountains are calling and I must go.

I am from saltwater heals everything. (Even the deepest of wounds)

I am from the Evergreen State, where the 12th Man is strong.

I am from running ‘til my legs won’t move another inch.

I am from blue and yellow represent.

I am from clock 3rd best time in district, working toward 1st.

I am from a diverse world with places I love to visit. 

I am from the city life of New York.  The laid back life of Hawaii.

I am from the beautiful land of Alaska.  The sunsets on the boardwalk in Seaside, Oregon.

I am from inside jokes galore.

I am from the laughing and fun of going to Wild Waves with the crew.

I am from the happiness of living my life to the fullest.  Living out of being loved by God. 



Tobey Krippaehne

This summer I traveled to North Carolina to serve on Summer Staff with Young Life where I served three different groups of campers for three weeks alongside other college students from all over the country. I had been preparing for this trip for months both mentally and spiritually through prayer, taking time to think about my reason for serving, and how God was going to work through me

What I didn’t prepare for was the extent that God was going to work through me. On the third day of my second week at camp, I was hit with a ton of past and current insecurities that I had and still struggle with. At the beginning of our session at camp, one of our coordinators (adults in charge) said to us that because we are serving at this camp and doing work for the kingdom of God, it is very likely that we could experience spiritual warfare and attacks from the devil. I understood what spiritual warfare meant, but I had never experienced it before or at least had never recognized it until the third day of my second week at camp. Because there were some lies that I hadn’t thought about for a long time that suddenly popped into my mind, I knew that this was no coincidence. I wrote them all down and prayed over each one and for peace over the lies that I still struggle with and the ones that I had struggled with

The next morning I awoke restless, still thinking about all of the insecurities from the day before so my first thought was ‘I need some worship music.’ At this time, our coordinators had taken our phones so I was on my way to find a coordinator to ask for my phone when I passed the camp’s clubroom where they hold club for campers and where the staff would worship sometimes. The campers were all gone on a hike so I knew I could be completely alone for a while. I thought to myself, ‘Or, I could go worship by myself in the clubroom, sing some songs, and pray.’ So that’s exactly what I did

The song that was on my heart was O Come to the Altar by Elevation Worship so that’s what I started singing and then I began to sing a song my dad wrote called Breath of Grace and the verse that impacted me was “Undeserving, so unworthy, we are desperate for your love, needing your love.” I sang this verse a few times while I was on my knees worshipping and then I started crying. A lot. And I thought to myself, ‘Hey God, what’s going on here?’ As I begin to think about why I’m crying and what’s actually going on inside me, it hits me like a thousand bricks. For the last year, I have been struggling with wanting to be chosen. Whether it was friends, family, or even boys, the root of my struggle was that I did not feel chosen by God. I also felt like I was not good enough to be chosen by God and that I had let Him down by not reading my Bible enough, not allowing myself time to hear His voice, and not pursuing the relationship I ultimately wanted with Him. I felt that it was my fault that I didn’t feel good enough for God to choose someone like me. Suddenly I felt the weight of one thousand bricks lifted off me and I heard God call me by the name He has chosen for me: Redeemed. It was an extremely humbling and vulnerable experience that I had with God in that clubroom during camp; one that I will never forget

This experience impacted the remainder of my time at camp with a new heart and mind for worship, being able to hear God’s voice more clearly, and seeing Jesus more and more throughout my day because I was aware and looking for Him in the little things.

New Day’s banners say “Live out of Being Loved by God” and when I first saw them, I thought, ‘Well that probably means to love others like God loves us (my thought came from 1 John 4:7-8 “Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.”) The banners could very well mean what I originally thought, but after experiencing God’s love in an entirely new way, I saw new meaning to our banners. To live out of being loved by God is to experience God’s love in a way that is personal to you and then share how God changed, impacted, or spoke to you. For me, that was humbling myself before God, singing songs of praise and worshipping on my knees, asking for forgiveness for not believing that God chose me, and then sharing my amazing ‘God moment’ with anyone and everyone who was willing to listen.

I’ve had a few ‘God moments’ in my life, but what made this one different than the others was that for the first time, I realized that our relationship with the Lord is much more like a rollercoaster than a plateau. Our relationship with God can always grow; there will be spiritual highs in our lives (God moments) and there will be spiritual lows (attacks in the form of lies and deep insecurities). I also realized that it’s okay to not hear from the Lord. Just like our relationship, there will times where we are closer to God and times we are not, and that is okay.

Moving forward into my sophomore year of college, I am fully aware that there will be many challenges that I will have to face and there will be times when I’ll have the choice to trust in God or myself. My hope for this next year is that I will hold onto this God moment when situations are difficult or when I feel distant from God because this is an amazing reminder of how God can work through us and how we can live out of being loved by God.



Ephesians 4:31-32: “Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” 

The entry below is cowritten by Jackie Daly and her son, Sean.

Jackie writes:

When I think of my life, I don’t see a childhood flourished in love and healthy relationships. I see ugly, nasty trauma. Trauma started when I was in my mother’s womb and she wanted to take my life along with her own. She was in a very dark place. I’m not going to sugarcoat this…my childhood was dark and heavy. I was subjected to things a little girl should have never experienced. Thankfully my mother was a spiritual person, not a Christian, but she was in tune with God and taught me that there is something to learn and grow from in EVERY life experience…good or bad, happy or sad. I’m very grateful to her for that. One of the biggest lessons I took from my childhood, was that I needed to break the pattern. There was no way I would raise my own children in the trauma that was bestowed upon me. I have done this to a certain point, but life happens…trauma that is out of your grasp happens no matter how hard you try to protect your children. God’s plans are always bigger and win over our own and yes…that includes the icky stuff.

My children and I became Christians 10 years ago when we first started attending New Day. Praise God for leading us to this church. I mean that with all sincerity. New Day has been my backbone and home. They were both very active in the youth group until high school hit and then they started trailing off. We all know that’s when kids need Jesus the most, so this has been a disheartening journey for me. I have a ton of self-blame and I feel like a total failure as a parent. The good news is, God is not done with them yet, nor is he done with me as a parent to them. They need their own journey and I have full faith that He is at work in their lives. Deuteronomy 31:8 “It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”

The years of 2008-2009 were horrible. In May of 2008 my children watched their own father get arrested right in front of them and lost out on that relationship for quite some time. They had to change schools overnight, we had to move and they were put through what seemed like endless legal trauma to boot. They were only 8 and 10 years old. In February of 2009, my husband/their step-father, killed himself. They lost another Dad. That October I broke both of my ankles, that Christmas I had to have an emergency hysterectomy due to cancer issues, and then that December, my mother died unexpectedly. Life was rough. I’m just trying to give a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of tragedy that has struck our family because I want to talk about my amazing son.

My boy and I had always had an unbreakable bond until he hit 15. Then that bond seemed lost forever. He hated me, and I mean a sincere hate. I was devastated. He became very self-destructive and angry. I didn’t know what to do or how to handle him. I was scared and I was utterly devastated. I felt like my heart was literally torn out of my chest. What he doesn’t know is that during his time of self-destructiveness, I also entered into my own. I didn’t want to live anymore. I drank heavily and put myself in terrible situations. I did not care if I lived or died. My children were my entire life and I felt like I didn’t want to live without even just one of them. Very selfish thinking on my part, but it’s where I was. I’m not going to go into details to protect my son, but things got bad and court interventions happened. The great thing about court, was that there was mandated therapy. We had in home therapy and the healing process started.

This healing process brought me to letting go of my son. I got down on my knees, bowed my head and prayed. I cried and cried and cried and gave him back to God. I LET HIM GO. He needed to be freed from my chains that I had placed on him. This was equally hard to do. I was so scared…I still am.

I would like tell you that we have an amazing relationship now, but that would be a lie. It’s getting better. We still struggle, but so much healing has taken place in our lives and I am hopeful again that our special bond is still there. I feel those shattered pieces being put back together. Forgiveness has happened on both parts and that’s so huge. The hard part was never forgiving my boy. The hard part was forgiving myself.

My testimony is that Christ is bigger than ALL of this. He is the glue to our family. We can push him away, but he never leaves us. He is always waiting for us to run back to his arms just as I waited for my son to come back to me. We gave ourselves to Him 10 years ago and that was a forever decision.  Today I am more confident as a parent and that is only because of Christ and the support I get from Him. Take your life to the cross, forgive yourself and give it all to Jesus.

Sean writes:

The great Mariah Carey once said, “Never imagined I’d be sitting here beside myself.” This is how you will feel if you don’t learn to forgive people. Everyone makes mistakes every once in a while, including youreself. To be mad at someone for making a mistatke is a mistake in itself. No one wants to be alone.

I’ve learned to accept this principle and admire/honor it. It’s one of the greatest principles I know. I’ve learned this principle through seeing how it affected others around me, and how it affected me. The story I will share is one of how I had to learn this principle in a long timeline.

When I would argue with my mom as a kid, or even a teen, I would often tell her that I was done with her. That I hated her and I wasn’t going to ever talk to her again. I think a lot of kids say this, but won’t carry it out. In this time of my life I was very angry and I was ready to carry my words through.

It was winter of 2015, my sophomore year in high school. My mom and I were going through a very tough time with each other. She recently discovered that I had been doing things that she didn’t want me to do. We fought and argued for a few weeks, typical arguments.

One night I became very angry and lost control of my emotions (If you want to know more about the incident, then I can tell you in person, face to face). My mom did something that she says she felt was to defend herself. She said she didn’t know what else to do. This made me very angry. I told her that I couldn’t believe she would do this to me and that I was not going to be her son for a while. Until I saw that she changed. Until she felt the pain and sadness I felt at the time. I didn’t only say these things to my mom, I was ready to carry through with them. This felt like the final straw for me. I was ready to hate my mom.

I started carrying this out for a while. I wouldn’t talk to my mom unless I needed something from her, and when I talked to her it was very disrespectful. I became nasty and rude and I could see how much it hurt her.

This was going on for a few months (December to the begining of May). In this time I remember feeling very lonely and sad. I would spend a lot of time by myself. My friends even started to notice something different in my attitude. I seemed to lose part of my joy for life. At the time, I was training for football a lot, so I had a purpose. Other than training I was lost and lonely. Like I wrote, I would spend a lot of time by myself.

My mom would come to me a lot in this period. She would apoligize, she would cry and tell me that she didn’t know what to do anymore. She would tell me that she felt she lost her son. These things hurt me and made me sad, but like I wrote, I was ready to carry it out. I wasn’t going to give in. I just held on to what my mom did to me. This was one of my biggest mistakes in life, but I’m glad I learned it young.

So this went on til May 6, 2016, when I was headed to court with my mom (Again, if you want to know more, then I can tell you in person). I had done enough damage to my mom, and unknowingly, myself. I was done being rude. I need my mom. I love my mom. She works so hard for my sister and I. She made a mistake that made me angry and gave me resentment, but I had to forgive. If I didn’t, then this would start to become a habbit, and in the end, I’d end up alone. I already forgave her, the first step to anything, so now all I had to do was apoligize for my wrong actions, and ask that she forgive me.

It went well. I apoligized, and so did she. We talked for a bit on our way. It felt good, but different. I knew that it would take some time to get what he had before, but I was ready to endure it. I had courage to apoligize, and I had hope for the future relationship with my mom.

After we made up, everything wasn’t back to normal. We would still argue a bit (mainly in counseling sesions), but we were progessesing to a better relationship.

After a while I started to realize that our relationship was better than before. It was stronger, and we started being more mature with each other, and respecting each other more. We were both working hard to gain our relationship back and in the end it worked.

Now a days my mom and I are confident in each other. I have confidence that she will continue to work hard for me. She has confidence that I will do something with my life. I will give her back what she gave to me. I will work hard and get paid, so I can spoil her.

In the end it wasn’t the best decision to cut my mom out of my life, but we are stronger than we ever were. I think about my mom everyday, and all the grinding I do is partly for her. She shows me by example everyday that there’s no slacking in life. You gotta keep going and stay strong. I’m still learning and improving, and I hope that my relationship with my mom will continue to strengthen. Like Boyz II Men say in their song titled, “A song for Mama,” I can truly say to my mom that, “no one else can be what you have been to me.”


The Light of Forgiveness

Watch this powerful interview with the widow of Naseem Faheem, the guard at St. Mark’s Cathedral in Alexandria Egypt. He lost his life while saving many others in the Palm Sunday bombing.

His wife’s response left the talk show host, Amr Adeeb, speechless for several seconds.


B.O.M.B. Squad to the Rescue!

By Jennie Kind

I love how living out of being loved can look so different. I have been challenged, comforted and reminded by that phrase over and over. Last Saturday our Bomb Squad kids and their parents got to participate in a service project. This was another picture of “living” our love.

We got to help put on an Easter Egg hunt at the Tacoma Rescue Mission’s family campus. It can be tricky coming up with kid friendly and age appropriate service opportunities for 3rd-5th grade kids and this one fit the bill so well.

Our kids got to tour the facility and hear about who gets to live there. The campus is very beautiful and even has a bit of a resort feel to it. There are common areas, teaching spaces and 45 dorm style rooms for families. The morning we were there 100 kids (and their families) had spent the night there.

Our kids hid about 1000 eggs, while eager eyes peeked out of the windows, then we got to go door to door inviting kids to the hunt. Slowly kids came out join us in the chilly air. Some kids took off like a shot and hunted eggs like pros, others were a little more tentative so we got to make sure they got their fair share.

It was a blessing to be there and serve God by serving others, living out of being loved.

Picture This

New Day has been practicing what it means to live out of being loved during this Lent season. Here’s some photographic evidence.


The Women’s Tuesday Night study collected gift bag supplies for Big Table.


The youth group packed beans at Northwest Harvest…


And Kari Levang is in Africa, where she spoke at a church service about God hearing us when we call and delighting in us.