I have rarely spoken his name and almost never heard it said. That’s the part about miscarriage that makes you feel insane. You fall instantly in love with someone you have never met, never seen, and have barely known. I decided afterwards that I needed to give my baby a name and a gender. Of … More Isaac, My Little Lamb
It was not some unfortunate mistake that there was wilderness on the path to the land flowing with milk and honey. In the wildernesses I have traversed with the Lord, I have found myself impenetrably close to his side. When I was lost, hungry, and afraid; I clung to my Guide. Now that my belly is full of milk and my mouth full of honey; guidance is the furthest thing from my mind. … More Milk & Honey
What did it feel like to hear the booming voice of God in a valley full of the remnants of people who were once alive asking if bones could become alive again? After the shock of a God that is both enormous and interactive speaking to the weakest member of the weakest tribe wears off a bit, the answer seems obvious. These bones are not only dead, they are dry. The life has been gone from them for so long that they are nearly dust. But God still asks, “Son of dust, can these bones become people again?” Ezekiel knows that without a miracle, these bones will not have life in them ever again. But God asks him anyway. … More Remember the drought, lest it returns.
I find myself identifying with the man who wanted to possess a firm trust in a firm God so badly that he begged Jesus to help his unbelief. That cry from a desperate father hoping that a mustard seed would be enough to heal his son, resonates with me. Not because I am a father and not because I need healing, but because I need to know that the prayer “help my unbelief” will be heard. … More Help My Unbelief