Turn up the Light
The response to last weeks post has been encouraging. The appetite for change, the desire and expectation of “turning the tide” is high. In a season like this we need a strong balance of two things; Read more…
The response to last weeks post has been encouraging. The appetite for change, the desire and expectation of “turning the tide” is high. In a season like this we need a strong balance of two things; Read more…
I was hearing another horror story, but this time I was hearing two things at once. And this time I ended with hope. While I was hearing the story with my ears, a storm was brewing inside my heart, and I was not in charge of it. Sometimes storms clear the air, and cleanse the countryside. This one did. Read more…
WARNING: Spoiler Alert. Do not read yet if you are going to see the movie “Inception” and do not want to know the story. Read more…
The beauty of growing up is that our world gets bigger. We see things we couldn’t see before, and we see old things in new ways. I am interrupting the series on thinking like a child, because today….this is how I am thinking. Read more…
In the early years of our marriage we took our children to Michigan where my brother-in-law took us water-skiing. Without much thought to my kids in the boat, I took a few pretty lame turns around the lake. Read more…
Last night I watched a baby crawl across the dining room floor. Behind her was her two year old sister. Behind her was my friend, Mary. I am not going to tell you Mary’s age, but let’s just say she is my age, whatever that might be. Read more…
“When I was on chemo, and all those other medications, I realized I had lost my curiosity,” he said.
Mark sat across the patio table from me, as I sipped my coffee in the cool of this Michigan morning. Read more…
I was ambushed one evening while teaching a worship team about the value and the power of hearing the Living Voice of the Living God. We had finished the teaching portion of the evening and had moved into a time of practice. Read more…
I am standing in the grass in the beautifully groomed yard, with my daughter next to me wearing the dress of her dreams and tugging my arm eagerly. She is twenty, and she is five. She is a woman, and she is a girl. Read more…
It’s happened to me twice now. The first time was a disaster, the second was a celebration. Both times, God showed me something amazing. Read more…
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