Repeatedly I’ve come to the end of my formulas and doctrines and resorted to the step that never fails me. I cry out, “Help me, Jesus, help me!”.
And He always answers. Always. He has never ignored this cry. It seems similar to a cry King David often made, although not the exact words.
“I cry out to the Lord; I plead for the Lord’s mercy” Psalm 142:1 Continue reading MY SALVATION
This is so, so amazingly easy! I’ve worked hard at jobs, at home, at relationships, at conversations . . . at almost everything. And I’ve thought that maybe I don’t know how to relax because I sit down and think of a million things to do.
Even at vacation, I squeeze in too much.
So, I was thinking I have a problem . . . until today when I realized that my relaxation is simply my time with God.
Some people think that is difficult and are surprised. They ask, “How do you do it?” And I say, “Do what?” Then they ask, “How do you know so much about God?” And I stare back because I don’t understand why they think it’s so hard. Continue reading COME ON IN! THE WATER’S FINE!
And He said,
“I’ve seen your thoughts each day, wondering about your purpose and thinking your realm of responsibility is insignificant. It’s larger than you know, and that realm is your kingdom. I gave it to you. But you didn’t grasp your daily responsibilities of Administering from your heavenly seat, your throne. Continue reading A WORD from September 24th, 2013
While listening to a ministry online and worshipping along, a vision enveloped me. It caused the sound of the ministry to fade into the background as a different kind of adventure unfolded.
My body began growing taller as though I was stretching upward farther and farther. And as I stretched, I looked down to see sand pouring from my belly onto my feet. It created a base like that on a statue, heavy and firmly planted on earth. Continue reading Picking Diamonds in Heaven (vision)
Church pews left behind, exciting conversations began to spew from my many progressive friends. We took our faith and ran with it. Over hill and dale as we hit the dusty trail, in our mostly peaceful exploits of freedom with Holy Spirit as our only guide. We set many old friends on their ears spitting forth mouthfuls of dirt and explosions of panic as our journeys find no barriers or boundaries before us. Continue reading What Name Shall We Be Called? (a rose by any other name) or- Still a Christian After All.