It shouldn't feel weird. But it does. Easter isn't about anything but the cross. It's about a journey taken for the salvation of our souls. It's about a gift so great, all of creation is affected. Yet, here I sit. Thinking things feel weird. No church. No family gathering. Weird. How must it have felt that first Easter morning- When the sun peeked over the edge of the earth and the rays illuminated the land? The moment where you open your eyes and remember what has happened. The heaviness and ache. The first fluttering thought. The disciples and all the people had just ... View Post
Finding Your Purpose
How can this be Your purpose? I stare at your picture and I still wonder, how can it be? How can you be gone? I look at your lop sided smile and the ache reaches the core of my being. For a moment I have to catch my breath. All seems to spin wildly. I miss you my boy. I miss you deeply. You were so handsome. So much still to come. I wrestle daily with the missing. Choosing to step each moment in grace. Knowing that God is working his purpose. His purpose for good. Yes. Even this devastating tragedy. Even in this loss. God is working things together for ... View Post
Are You Thirsty?
The day is warm. Sunshine streaming through fluffy white clouds. We head to the river. My happy place. We're headed to celebrate; New life. Hope. Promises and Covenants. That sweet next to the youngest farm girl is entering the waters of baptism. She's shaking off the old. Stepping into the new. The life that isn't promised to be easy. The life where knee is bowed and hands lifted high. A life built on truth, hope and certainty. The truth that she has already had to wrestle to the ... View Post
The Wonderful Cross
It's more than I deserve. 2 different places. 3 different testimonies. All affected by 1 life. A life that wasn't perfect. But pointed to the One that is. I listen to Senior testimonies. New beginning's in the horizon. A life hurt by the loss of his friend. July 28, 2013 etched in his young mind for ever. Questions raised throughout the year. Hearts hurting. But the power of the holy spirit was working in his heart. And God's love broke through the barriers and the hurt and reminded that pilgrim along ... View Post
We, The People
This road is hard. We, the people, meant for Grace for all time. Thrown through the ravages of sin and justified and sanctified by the blood. We, the people, destined for all that is holy, yet muck through the waters until He returns. The step of some days harder than others. Weeping and flailing as if there were no anchor. The whole time being held. We, the people. Each so different. Each so needy. Each so loved. The sun beats down. The warmth fills the cold spaces. It is a choice to breathe in ... View Post
A Walk He Chose To Take
We celebrated his life. This man who was larger than life. Who bent his knee to the Creator to be changed. Who took my broken heart into his hands and gently poured in grace. He taught me to receive. His life; love in action. His sons talked of his faith. His love for words. And I know he loved coffee. He would show up at my door with his mug. I loved that. He was a kindred spirit. As I sat in the back of the church I reflected on how almost 9 months ago I sat in the front row remembering my son. Celebrating his ... View Post
