Beauty in the messy business of loving people

We've been home from our wilderness retreat for over a week. While we were there I soaked up the beauty in the nature all around me.  The tall green Pines and Spruce and the shimmering Aspen made me feel like I was tasting a bit of heaven. I intentionally observed the creation around me and… Continue reading Beauty in the messy business of loving people

These 8 words: My beloved is mine and I am his

"My beloved is mine and I am his..." Song of Solomon 2:16 So the people who know these things (at least the ones I've heard) say the Song of Solomon is about a husband and his wife.  It's a love story.  Others say its about Christ and his Church.  A love story.  I say yes.… Continue reading These 8 words: My beloved is mine and I am his

I don’t want to write about depression

I've been struggling since Thursday when we left the lodge at Hannagan Meadow.  I thought I was just bummed because we were leaving, but the heavy sadness in my face and chest hasn't left since Thursday.  I've been irritable, tired, on the verge of tears and numb.  It's depression.  I hate it. I hate it… Continue reading I don’t want to write about depression

I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15

I watched all night. My daughter’s body thrashing. Her mouth yelling vile words. Words she should not know. Her young body was evidently being abused by evil. Something foul was possessing her. Oppressing her. Perverting the beauty I could see in her. I looked away. I needed a break from the visage of my precious… Continue reading I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15

Capturing a moment I want to remember

47 junior high and high school students, including my two sons, left the parking lot of Valley Life Church Surprise this morning to make their way to ZONA 2018. Over the years there have been many times I've felt hopeless for my sons. I've felt the pressure of raising them in a home where there… Continue reading Capturing a moment I want to remember

3 Things To Do When Depression Sets In

That old familiar fog started setting in yesterday. Fog is the most tangible comparison I know of for what depression feels like. Life is going along just fine and suddenly like a thick fog at ground level, the kind that happened in Oregon where I grew up, depression sets in.  You can't see the hope that… Continue reading 3 Things To Do When Depression Sets In

the war is over grandma

grandma was a little girl back in 45 "It's over. The war." her teacher hollered outside she remembered that day outside the schoolhouse also a church kicking the can to play she remembered being mad the teacher's news meant no more fun she wanted to run she recalled the holler little river rock house where… Continue reading the war is over grandma

Wakanda and the King of Kings

(image credit) I watched The Blank Panther with my boys tonight.  To be frank, I'm getting tired of super hero movies. There are only so many things you can blow up and survive being blown up by.  But I liked this movie, mostly because it wasn't over the top blowing stuff up. I work with… Continue reading Wakanda and the King of Kings

a plea for the Spirit when I’m tired

This is not going to be well edited. It's late. And I'm tired. Some days I'm just tired of bearing with the sins of others. I know it's ridiculously hypocritical because others are having to bear with my sins.  And I know God is faithful and doesn't grow tired and does not give up when… Continue reading a plea for the Spirit when I’m tired

Death tried to sting Grandma tonight. But Jesus…

Night number two with Grandma. She's more lucid this evening. Every time I've ever walked into her home I've always heard the same sugary-sweet Arkansas accented greeting, "Well hello there sweet heart!" Her eyes light up and she smiles like she knows everything that's going on in my life before I say a word. She… Continue reading Death tried to sting Grandma tonight. But Jesus…