We’ve all seen the reports in the sports section. An athlete competes in a race and achieves their “personal best.” It’s not a world record. It’s not usually even a regional record. Sometimes it’s not even a school or meet record–it’s just that particular person’s best effort to date. And because it is that person’s … More Personal Best
I would loved to have seen the look on Philip’s face. First, an angel appears and tells him to head in a particular direction. Next thing you know, on foot, he is chasing down a chariot. In that chariot is an important Ethiopian official, who just happens to be reading a passage from Isaiah. A … More Dancing With the Wind
Breakthrough. Break-through. BREAK. THROUGH. It has a great sound to it, doesn’t it? break·through. (brkthr) n. 1. An act of overcoming or penetrating an obstacle or restriction. 2. A military offensive that penetrates an enemy’s lines of defense. 3. A major achievement or success that permits further progress. I like them all. I want them … More Break.Through.
I’m not sure what kind of post this will end up being. I’m getting on the road in just a few minutes for a four-day whirlwind trip to see my daughter, my sister and her family, and a dear friend. I won’t have time to blog. So what ends up on this screen in the next … More Just Me, Thinking Thoughts
“Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch.” –Luke 5: 4 Master, we have toiled all night and caught nothing … We’re tired. Can’t you see we’ve done everything we know to do? We did our very best. We worked hard. We used our gifts and abilities. We gave it our … More Nevertheless …
Once upon a time there were three boxes–small, medium, and large. Each box carried a struggle. It was the same core issue, but the size of the struggle–the height, the width, and especially, the depth–was proportionate to the size of the box. Each box wanted freedom. Each wanted to be emptied of its struggle and … More The Three Boxes
Therefore I am now going to allure her … The invitation was unmistakable. The call to come away with him. He was wooing me. Pursing me. Calling me deeper. Calling me to follow him wherever he led … I will lead her into the wilderness … What? Didn’t I answer the call? Didn’t I leave everything … More Learning to Lean
This is for the pioneers and the forerunners … for those who have been willing to march to a different beat (the beat of his heart) … for those who’ve watched and waited with him … for those who have been bruised and bloodied by the battle for rest … for the worshiping warriors who … More God is Up to “Something”
“Oh Lord, please, see the ‘yes’ in my heart!” Things hadn’t gone quite the way I’d expected or hoped. I wasn’t sure what God’s plan was anymore, but I was sure I wanted to be a part of his plan no matter what it looked like. I needed to be sure he knew that. But of course … More Yes
In case you haven’t noticed, there is a lot of ugliness in this world. It’s not hard to spot. Darkness lurks all around us, all the time. Hiding in the shadows–ready to pounce; ready to devour; ready to enshroud and ensnare souls with hopelessness. It would be easy to become overwhelmed by the darkness; by the ugliness. But … More Beautiful One
It’s a new day! It’s also the first day of a new month. And we are only one month into an entirely new year. So it is a new day, in a new month, in a year that is also still very new. That’s a lot of new. And I’m glad. I’m really, really, glad. … More A New Day
This post probably isn’t about what you might think it is about. I’ve actually started it several times. I haven’t had the nerve to finish it and post it. I don’t know if I will this time either, but it won’t go away. So here I am yet again. If you’re reading this, well, I guess … More Seeing the Unseen
Times are tough, so you see them everywhere. Sitting by the off ramp with a makeshift sign, holding out a dirty cup for change. Shuffling down the street with all of their worldly possessions in a shopping cart. Curled up in a cardboard box under the freeway overpass. The broken. The rejected and dejected. The lonely. The poor. … More A Banana and a Sandwich
Cindy Powell 