Prayer seems to be the theme of the day around here. I started a book entitled A Praying Life by Paul Miller a couple weeks ago. {Yup, the one that called me out as a cynic} I jumped off the cliff into a project that will only be accomplished by prayer (I just.do.not have the…
Shhh. He leads me beside quiet waters. I sit in the warm sand on edge of my mind, dreaming of blazing Hawaiian sunsets and dark silhouettes against a night sky. And yet the waves remain silent. Speechless. Dragging my thoughts out to sea with each lap of the waves. Here I wait, in the silence,…
No. C.S. Lewis did not paint a metaphorical magic with images of God sitting on a dock, like a child dangling bare feet over sun-cracked decks, and laughing as the tides tickled His toes. The dock of God in the Dock is a witness stand. A seat of judgement. A place of guilty verdicts. And…
I’ve been praying “Anything” with Jennie Allen and the Good Morning Girls. this summer. In Week 6, we crept up on Jesus praying in the garden, just before the crucifixion, and listened in on His conversation with The Father: Father, the hour has come. Glorify Your Son, that Your Son also may glorify You… I…
They woke up to breakfast in bed for nearly 40 straight years. They hurried under the shadow of His wing by day and sat by the cloud of His fire by night. They slept, ate, and breathed the presence of the Holy One {2 Kings 19:22}, the God of angel armies {Rev 19:14}, and the…
Crossing Jordan 