it’s a little bit amazing that people read what i write. that they like it and want to share it. many times people will tell me that after they read a post i’ve written, they don’t know how to respond. they agree. they think it’s beautiful. they cried. but they don’t have words to respond
i was raised, if possible, without discipline. couple that with indulgent, sacrificial love from both parents and that’s the parenting style i grew up in. i’m the result of it and my environment and the events unforseen that parents could not control and of god. god’s involvement, deciding, grace, protection and unseen hand. when
we climbed stone steps and dumped quarters in a locker. we found parking on the street. we brought our children to see the things of the deep. the unseen things. and maybe that’s a little bit like those that i love? the aquarium people who walk around glass tanks letting the things of the deep
our help is in the name of the lord. our life, like a bird, has escaped from the snare of the fowler. indeed the snare has been broken and we have escaped. they say that when times are good that it’s easy to forget the lord. then when times are hard, we call out to
we were next to the fireplace and her eyes were shut tight as she sang out to god. don’t let my love grow cold. it was getting close to the end of autumn and when the song turned unexpected and the words sang to be clothed in white so she wouldn’t be ashamed, i felt
i never know if i’m going to offend someone when i say this. say i’m at your house and you offer me a cup of coffee. i love coffee, so i take it gladly. but then. then there’s this. “do you have any…sugar?” how’s this going to go? what will you think of me now?
“he is the most vulnerable of people. and my experience today is much more about the discovery of how vulnerable god is. you see, god is so respectful of our freedom and if, as the epistle of john says, that god is love, then anyone who has loved in their life knows that love forces