Monthly Archives: April 2013


It’s when we cease to long – that the battle gets down right scary…..down right serious.

It’s when Psalm 42:1 is missing – that we find ourselves walking in the thick brush of enemy territory.

As a deer pants for flowing streams, so my soul pants for you, O God. (Psalm 42:1, ESV)

Make no mistake…..when the longing for Him is lost – that’s when we begin to lose.

When the desire for the Divine dwindles – that’s when we’re desperate.

We can grope around in the world for a while – we can dance with doubt a few rounds….

but when your heart isn’t even searching….oh, that’s when.

That’s when the weary should wail for faith warriors to come – to lift up petitions and storm the gates of Heaven on the lost’s behalf. 

Blow the whistles. Ring the bells. Hoot. Holler. Scream. Beg. Make a complete ruckus. Make an absolute idiot of yourself if you have to….

Because like the good preacher eluded to on Sunday….

Sometimes…healing comes when you finally decide to get humble. 

When you get all bare and unprotected and revealed – when the light’s illuminating it all…..that’s when we overcome.


My faith is too feeble for fake.

I can’t afford to front here friends.

I’ve got to have the real Jesus. Empty rituals and man-made routines and absent-minded traditions….those things won’t do. Those things don’t woo a doubter.

He’s the only one that can do that.

His Spirit is the only thing that can convince a calloused and grown over soul to soar again.

So if you’re finding yourself in a state of stagnation – where you don’t even desire for the rivers to flow anymore……find yourself some pray-ers and get yourself some prayer.

Because He’ll hear. And He’ll come. And He’ll rescue you right where you are.

Remember…He left the 99 sheep to go after the 1 that had wondered away. Yes He did.

As I pull out of this pit of cynicism and unbelief –  I see that the constant prayers of a husband and the faithful petitions from friends – have reached His listening ear.

Because He’s whispering in mine again.


Oh, friends. Your faithfulness to me this week – it has been a balm of sorts. The text messages, the emails, the comments…..  your willingness to pray – it has all carried me over the last few days. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Confusion is still whirling and questions are still being grappled – but I have had moments… Read more →

Right Now

Those dry bones from Ezekiel – that’s what comes to mind. Oh friends, weaving words calls for transparency. I cannot hop on the blog and pretend here. I cannot plaster on a fake grin and tap out sweet pretties – when my soul is right dry. So today –  I offer out some vulnerability. And that’s about it. No problem… Read more →

Home Days

His pockets were bulging with Texas acorns from the parking lot… ….as he stood high and happy… …up on a platform… …watching plastic balls work themselves through a maze. School took place at The Children’s Museum yesterday. And my kindergartner – his mind flew easy and free all those hours. As did mine. A perk….of being perched right here in… Read more →


It all started with the daffodils. Those dancing flowers from Wordsworth’s poem. The blondes and I….around 3pm in the afternoon….everyday….we lose ourselves in another world for a while. We pick up some rhyme and we read it over and we talk through the meaning and we let the words fill our imaginations with all out wonder. Sometimes on the back… Read more →