His Healing Touch

The first words out of my mouth when I saw her was…. “She is dead”. Lifeless head.  Body wrapped in blankets a mile high. Her skin transparent….. Weighing somewhere around five pounds.  This delicate shell lay there…. On plywood. Screaming one.  Beside her.  Face born open between nose and mouth. Cleft lip. The cry of a […]

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Unconvential……At last!

Unconventional. Somehow.  Someway.  For some reason….. God uses the unconventional. The out of the box kind of life….and living…..and faith. How the blind man was asked to put mud on his eyes…… To get healed. Jesus put his fingers inside another one’s ears & spit on the tongue for a deaf man to speak…. clearly. Women’s […]

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How Fingernail Polish Opens Doors

Dinner time.  In orphanage. In China. Struggling through white rice….made with more love than any bowl could hold. First night in orphanage. Three plane rides far away from home. And we walk into kitchen. “Xie xie”….to say, “Thank you” in Chinese. We then ask….to paint nails….for many. And fingers and toes….a representation of love. And Jesus […]

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Lions Rise…..In China

I see his face.  Bold One.  To youth. Here.  In China. And though words I do not understand. His eyes….Awake… Shine Light…. Like few I have ever seen. And words….though only spoken… ROAR!  With Holy Fire! …..And I am broken. Missing full revival fire that used to burn inside of me. And how I have coddled […]

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God……In China.

I sit in church…..in China. Young girl interpreting beside me. And there are no stories.  No introductions to conversations of man…. That corrupt this Holy Place. And before beginning.  One sat down beside us.  Hands folded.  Head bowed. Mouth slowly mumbling prayers. And I wonder what petitions are about. Another in front of me with child. […]

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Following….The Only One That Matters

Hours.  Leaving.  Far away from…..the world I once put on a pedestal. And I see… God has been preparing me…. For this season.  This day. Long ago. Begging…“Lord, let me be……used by you.” And with weeping.  Pleading. Thinking all hope of being used….. Had already passed. Here I am.  Waiting.  To fly……to China. Holding out…..barren hands….like […]

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