It is a big thick book.  So many words, the size of it is daunting.  But there it is.  The contents, waiting to be read.  Available for anyone that will open it. Tragedies.  Romance.  Adventure.  Scandal.  Mystery.  Betrayal.  Redemption.  Reconciliation.  Hope.  Love.  Compassion.  Missions.  Death.  Birth.  Science.  Fragrant.  Tasty.  Physical.  Emotional.  Spiritual.  Intellectual.  Radical. Take your pick.  It is there.  Inside the pages waiting to be discovered.  But yet it is much more than words. It is the display of God’s love and compassion.  All waiting for you to notice.  Collecting dust until you decide to open it.  More than…

Her topic was prayer. As she spoke, my attention was pulled from the words she spoke. I tried to listen to her but there was a clicking sound. Not constant but just frequent enough to distract me. Isn’t that exactly what Satan does? He uses the smallest annoyance to grab our attention so we won’t focus on what is important. He likes that game. He uses it quite well. I knew where the clicking came from but I continued to choose to ignore it. Even though I was very aware of it. I wondered if anyone else noticed it. She…

It is so early. The cool of the night still lingers in the air. Rain silently falls cleansing the air and ground. Drops of sweet clean. Rhythms of life singing praise to the Creator. Rivers of life coming from heaven. Reminding of the living water. A slight breeze wraps around and cools a little more. Refreshing the skin of my face from a warm night sleep. Awakens me to a new day full of promises. The expectation of the day ahead beating hard in my chest. Desiring more than I knew yesterday. Because yesterday is gone but today is now…

Taking that hand.  Trusting that hand would rescue from the swirling water.  Knowing before that the water would be a sure-footing underneath unsteady feet.  But looking down pulls one down.  But looking full into the face of the One that saves rescues from the chaos below.  And He gently reaches down and lifts the hand without yanking.  Because in His love there is a gentle touch.  Knowing His strength so that harm doesn’t come in the helping. Are you fully trusting in His strength this hour, this moment? Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying…

Cutting through the mindless hours wasted doing nothing of eternal benefit.  Sitting in front of light that gives me no path for my feet.  Feeling numb or befuddled because I haven’t engaged into meaningful fellowship.  Facebook doesn’t count as meaningful fellowship! But hearing my girl on the phone trying something new.  Again.  Her using her desire for beauty in this world, making something small to add a little touch of beauty.  Does she know that the beauty is in her by doing?  That the love He placed within her is where the real beauty comes from?  Not the small something…