A New Year’s Declaration

“Lord, give us a year of healing.” That was my preposterous prayer request to the King of Kings on January 1, 2016. In my single years I had made it a habit to sit with my journal open, Bible unfurled, and gel pen in hand to seek the Lord for things to do in my heart over the course…

Kingdom Prayers

I have always been a morning person. As spring stretches to summer I delight in waking early and walking out into God’s morning song. My legs would take me down the street as my eyes would stare at the blooming clouds. I watch the sun rising over the trees, and the cottontails hopping in the dew…

Tornado

We drove through what remained of our small town where the F4 tornado engraved a ravine-like debris line through: interstate highways, aged…

Battle Stance in the Shadows

As book lovers, shelves are full of assorted word displays on many topics. Children’s picture books wedge between poetry and how to science experiments. A 2,140-page dictionary fills the second shelf between a New Bible Dictionary and historical timelines. Words have meaning, a…

Fighting through the Red Zone and the Red Sea

What does it mean to be silent and watch God fight for His children? To Israel that meant watching Him use His awesome creation and power to part the Red Sea and kill the leaders of Egypt so they could learn what it means to be free, just by walking…

Untouchable Song

Untouchables are everywhere. In India and Nepal people in the lowest ranking caste are known as untouchables. They are called the Dalits. The Dalits have little chance of moving into the four castes of higher status above them. Their social status is one of shame.

The Green Pasture- Part 1

From the back seat, the contours of New England roads unveiled a paradise of wonder to my childhood. Byways following rocky and sandy beaches, farmlands, rivers, lakes, forests, and mountain peaks made nature an imaginative canvas for my young mind. Two-lane roads with double yellow…

The Birdhouse

How a birdhouse sang God’s song in our family.

The taste of honey in the dry winter wilderness that God led us to was a spoonful of profound undeserved beauty. The minutes were growing into hours and then days as the spinning stopped and the eyes…