When we took her in. It was not for profit. It was the God voice. The voice that whispered…. “Will you follow me?” And sometimes faith is like swimming. Where toe dipping caution into “believing”. Just doesn’t cut it. Either you dive in. Or you are left cold on the shores of “unbelieving”. Sinking deep in […]
Broken Together. A Love Story. And a 20 Year Letter of Thanks.
I was cynical of love. I was a cynic of a lot of things. I had closed off my heart. Living a reckless life. And isn’t it when eyes are most blind. When darkness prevails. That the slant of new light….shines most clear. Finding hope in the night? Yes, I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t looking for […]
The Power of “Sozo”!
I can’t get it out of my head. I turn to it. 4:00 in the morning. Awake in my bed. And after soaking in the church for four decades. I feel lastly ignorant to the simple steps…it requires to meet Jesus. I mean….I have taught Bible studies. Prayer ministry. Children’s Ministry. I have done the routine….over […]
Are You Vulnerable to Healing?
He goes. Our friend. To a service. Where Acts is not just another book. Sitting dormant in the Big Black Book. Taking space. Upon the shelf. Not a history lesson. Or pages in the New Testament. Great for, religious sounding theological discussions. But, a blueprint. For the church. In action. Instruction. For those Redeemed, needing a […]
How To Let Your Kids Go……
The waves of redemption from his nine months gone…hadn’t even hit me yet. The shock. That his face. Was in more than my thoughts. But a bed. Tucked tight with the retribution. That I am whole again. Son. Finally home. Serving. Philippines. And helping. Earthquake. Landslides. Victims. People flooded with a desperate pleading… Son answering. The […]
On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.
She sits on the edge of diving. Diving into a world foreign to what she knows. She waits. Hesitates. Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war. So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]