I wanted to tell you something. People who are filled with joy? We usually feel really deep. And we cry. Usually in secret. Or not able to be secret about it at all and it spills right out. I, for some reason, seem to be asked to step into the light and be vulnerable to …
I bolted up the stairs to her. “I wondered what you’d think when you saw them,” she said a little sheepishly. Her shoulders drew up to her ears, like a little girl, and she wrinkled up her nose. “It’s so extravagant,” she said to me, but her eyes twinkled to betray her delight. She giggled …
It’s the end of the day and it’s been a full one. I shake my head at how God surprises me, like a man at the door with flowers, all grinning and handsome. He knew I needed to be reminded that He loved me, that He was there, that He takes delight in me. So …
Twice in the past three years I’ve been spoken over prophetically. For those of you unfamiliar with that, it means that someone speaks into your life with a supernatural “knowledge” about you. In other words, God puts it there and they give it to you. Since both of these encounters occurred in a church setting, …
“What should I write about?”, I asked my friends. Forgiveness, came the answer. I don’t want to write about forgiveness. Even the word feels trite and “religious” in my mouth. Nothing new under the sun has been written about it. Most of it makes me stop listening. It’s all just so much babble and none …