The first time it came over me, I didn’t know what to do. It was in a church service that wasn’t very different from every other church service I’d attended in weeks prior. I don’t remember what was sung or said from up front–in fact...
God has been using all sorts of things to awaken long-dormant senses in me. Recently, I read this excerpt from A Praying Life by Paul Miller: “Desert life sanctifies you. You have no idea you are changing. You simply notice after you’ve been in the desert...
My only hesitation in doing a two-part blog post, is that this blog would become one of those that’s challenging for me to read. My flash-pot attention span, coupled with my secret curiosity about people’s real thoughts, tends to make me shy away from...
I’ve spent a lot of time, recently, looking back. Not in a wishful sort of way. The past is over and I don’t want to re-live it. But I’ve wanted more understanding –and revelations– about what the heck went down these past few years. This...
This word stings. Although I’ve used it to describe my condition, I hate it. I feared that using it would only re-affirm the thing which I’m praying will someday no longer be true. Until one day I read this: Sing, O barren, You who have not borne! Isaiah...
After going through some years of struggles, I feel like I could write the handbook on how not to handle friends who are in pain. I cringe when I think back to how I used to give trite answers and hold high expectations to those around me who were just barely...
