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 […]

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When the Day Makes Way for Grace.

Have you ever had one of those days? Like today.  Call from my child’s school.  Saying…..there has been a mistake. Hepatitis B. Not in records.  Deleted from the computers at the clinic. Shots.  Three kids.  Countless foster infants.  All up to date.  But, they insist.  So…we make a road trip.  Twenty miles away.  To our pediatrician.  […]

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How Captives Are Set Free. And Your Part in it All.

“You are an intercessor.”  Ex-pastors wife says.  Among bubbles. And sun. And watermelon crying out for harvest. And it is like when you hear your name in a flooded room.  And you turn.  And question….. “Is that really me they’re calling?” For it has been some time.  Since knees lay raw.  On carpet floor. Crying out […]

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When Music Heals & a Broken Girl Finds Jesus.

It lingers. Song of healing. Past the laundry room.  Down the hall.  From her room. The broken one.  Mending. And she is not who she used to be. Any longer. Quiet. Scared.  Fearful. Hiding behind a smile draped across her hurting. Today.  Our eyes can meet.  And I can see her soul.  Barely.  More at some […]

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Finding Faith in an Internally Scared Child

Does an hour go by. On any given day.  That she doesn’t show me her wounds?  A cut.  A scrape.  A tummy ache.  Needing me to stop and take some time to.  Ask questions? Learn? Listen? Knowing…. The wounds that can’t be seen are those most great of all.  The one’s that band-aides will never heal….those […]

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Pregnant. And an Encounter with a Lady I have Never Met. In Africa.

I step out.  Again. The deck from our condo.  Overlooking the ocean. For glass doors do little to hide my fascination to the wide open.  And I am drawn to it…..like a gazelle in the Savannah.  A dry and thirsty one….hoping for more than a mirage in the desert. And nothing more. Separating. Water and sky. […]

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