confessions of a rebellious soul (warning: there may be cussing)

True confession:  I've always hated the word 'obey'. In all of its forms. In any kind of sentence.  Obey seemed oppressive. Controlling. Demeaning. Surely there was a softer way to put it. A gentler call to do what God wanted. Surely it isn't rebellion that feeds these thoughts. Surely.  The change began in October. That's … Continue reading confessions of a rebellious soul (warning: there may be cussing)

hashtag breathe

Sometimes it feels like I can't breathe. There's too much coming too fast and none of it brings peace. It's like the whole darn country is having 10,000 different arguments with itself and it just can't stop. And our children are watching. Growing up in an angry house nation with angry adults who seem to have … Continue reading hashtag breathe

i can live with that – part one

At the same time the Benjaminites did not drive out the Jebusites who were living in Jerusalem. The Jebusites have lived among the Benjaminites in Jerusalem to this day. {Judges 1:21} I could go on about how I was in the book of Judges with no idea why I chose to go there. How I … Continue reading i can live with that – part one

hey you there, in the presence of God…

It started a couple of years ago, actually. This feeling that would creep up whenever the talk turned to more of God. More of His presence. Something about that didn't sound right to my spirit, but I didn't know why. Not too long ago, a well-known preacher (one of my favorites, in fact), spoke about … Continue reading hey you there, in the presence of God…

the full wage

Matthew 27:11-50 I caught glimpses of the disciples' faces as I imagine them to look. Seeking them out, dispersed among the crowd, I saw their pain and confusion. Suddenly, it was all careening out of control, going way too fast. He had warned them, but they hadn't understood. Still didn't. They could only watch and … Continue reading the full wage

rememberings and flames and a sovereign God

"Word of God speak". With that request and a cup of coffee nearby, I open my bible and it falls open to the worn, ink marked pages of Matthew. I flip to the Psalms. Then to Samuel. Quiet. Unlike my anxious thoughts and wonderings of late. Little fears murmuring away in my heart. So I … Continue reading rememberings and flames and a sovereign God