Neglecting to give thanks only deepens the pain of this world. – Ann Voskamp I read Ann Voskamp, her words winged to my heart and twisted sharp. These particular words are now the flying banner above all the deep suffering I see everyday. The truth of giving thanks beckons me away from the clenched fist [...]
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The Joy of Brainstorming with God
Posted in acceptance, devotional, faith, Holy Spirit, prayer, vulnerability on December 11, 2011 | 8 Comments »
God and I have an understanding: we talk to each other about anything. I figure God knows what I’m thinking so I might as well pray about it, talk to Him about it. (Sometimes I don’t even have words to express what it going on inside, but that’s okay. He still listens and understands. ) [...]
{p.r.a.y.e.r.} friends NEEDED
Posted in prayer, Uganda, Uncategorized, tagged neediness, prayer requests, prayer supporters, rigid rules, spiritual warfare. on October 6, 2011 | 7 Comments »
In a month, we will be in new normal in Uganda. I just started to pack. Delmar and I talked of our fast approaching adventure. We talked about our fears of going to Uganda (ok… my fears). We talked about what it will be like to live there for the winter, what we will see, [...]
We Do Grace
Posted in family, home, love, people, prayer, vision, vulnerability on September 9, 2011 | 13 Comments »
I hunched over the chalkboard, pink and blue dust covering my hands, carefully writing. We were browsing a cluttered vintage shop in Lancaster. Delmar and I both stopped and stared at a plaque against the wall. We both knew those words belong in our house. Their fate (slightly edited) was my chalkboard. I wrote the words this afternoon as [...]
A Costly Prayer
Posted in Los Angeles, love, mission, prayer, SMBI, travel on December 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
She sat on the mall bench, holding her purse and watching people. Her wrinkled face was hid by big glasses and framed with curly grey hair. I started a casual conversation with her. She told me she was from Greece and wished me a happy holiday. As I was getting ready to leave, I asked [...]
Raw Pain
Posted in Los Angeles, love, mission, prayer, women on December 19, 2009 | 3 Comments »
We sang at a homeless shelter in downtown Los Angeles. Standing in the harsh light, we sang–and I allowed God to thaw my heart. The women–poor, without a home–each had a story, a past, a hope and a dream. My one wish for them was that God would give them a miracle of hope for [...]
Elusive Dancing Shadows
Posted in faith, Los Angeles, mission, prayer on December 19, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Hunger. It defined the people I met in Hollywood. As I walked down the street of Hollywood, stepping on the famous golden stars, I sickened: Malnutrion of the soul abounded. The striving for something Real and True was just as elusive the shadows dancing from the bright lights. Never attainable — and, even more tragic, [...]
hugs for a teacher
Posted in Holy Spirit, Mexico, mission, prayer, revival on February 2, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The crumpled tissues wiped away the kinda tears that make every effort, every prayer, every long night, and every trial seem small and meaningless. They were the happy-sad-kinda-tears. The tears that meant great celebration was going on in heaven. a true hug for any teacher.
here comes a miracle
Posted in Holy Spirit, Mexico, mission, prayer, revival, travel on January 19, 2009 | 5 Comments »
“And daily people were added….” I’m back in Acts, as I watch the quiet work of God sweep down and melt the hearts of young people. Six young people became Christians since Friday: one on Friday night, three on Sunday, and two on Monday. Yesterday, right after church, Linda got a phone call. More girls [...]
Jesus Meets Girl
Posted in Holy Spirit, Mexico, mission, prayer, revival on January 19, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I used to be excited about watching people come to Jesus. It waned as I continually saw the anxiety, complicated theories, pride and confusion often mixed in with leading someone to Jesus. Maybe it’s like seeing a hundred botched deliveries in the maternity ward, resulting in mangled, deformed babies and sweating, fretful doctors. You don’t [...]
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