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
Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Look my way. Lift your gaze. See the compassion in my eyes. See my open arms. See my open heart … and come. Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. Get away from the crowd. Steal away with … More The Unforced Rhythms of Grace
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,and if I have a faith that can move mountains,but have not love, I am nothing. If … More God is Love
My lover spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come …” — Song of Songs 2:10-12 As the temperatures outside approach triple digits, it’s quite obvious we are heading fast and furiously into Summer. … More Springtime
Today I’m feeling weak. That in itself isn’t at all unusual, but today I am feeling unusually weak. Weak in body, weak in my heart, mind, and resolve. But in my weakness, He is strong. Today I don’t feel like I can “keep on keeping on.” I don’t feel like I can get up and … More But God …
NOTE: I was asked to write a post on praying for Israel for another blog and decided to post it here as well. “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” –Jeremiah 31:3 I was heading off to have lunch with a woman I’d never met. To be honest, … More Loving What He Loves
I’ll never know how much it cost, to see my sin upon that cross … As I gently sing the familiar words, my heart is stirred. Tears well up and begin to flow freely. A wave of gratitude sweeps over me, and I remember … I remember the cross. I remember that I’m saved by … More Remembering
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Been asking a lot of questions this week. Don’t have a lot of answers–just questions … Brian Johnson has a song called “What Does it Sound Like?” The lyrics are simple: What does it sound like when we sing heaven’s songs? What does it feel like when heaven comes down?…
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 …
“Love loves to love. And the reward of love is love …” I’ve heard Misty Edwards sing these words many times from the prayer room at the International House of Prayer in Kansas City, but today they are personal. Many years ago, not long after I had given my heart to Jesus, I had an experience that marked my life. … More Love Loves to Love
For just a moment … I don’t want to ask questions I don’t want to know what to do I don’t want to ask you to do anything I just want to be … with you I just want to breathe I just want to breathe you in For just a moment … I … More For Just a Moment …
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
Cindy’s note: I am going back to–hopefully–publishing a new post each Monday (or Sunday night). That gives me the whole weekend to try to find time to write! However, I may still post some other random stuff here and there as time (and inspiration) allows. This poem is one of those “random” things I’ve never … More I AM
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”
Words. They can be so simple. And they can be so complex. They can give life, hope, and inspiration. They can also bring death, discouragement, and destruction. James says the power of life and death is in the tongue. I believe it! (And not just because it’s in the Bible.) I believe it because I’ve lived on both sides … More Words (Don’t Give Up)
The furious squall arose out of nowhere. The wind was blowing so hard it was difficult to stand up straight–let alone do anything else. The little boat bobbed up and down on the Sea of Galilee; its small metal roof offering almost no protection against the torrential rain that was coming down in great, diagonal … More A Different Kind of Storm
My brain is on spin cycle. The Holy Spirit has been pouring in so much; doing so much. In my mind, there are a zillion sound bites clamoring for airplay. They are competing with half a dozen opening lines of posts that are mentally “in process.” Floating in between it all–mental snapshots of so many amazing and miraculous … More Thank You
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