In my stint alone at the prayer room today, they were praying for God’s justice for the afflicted. Like a punch in my gut, came the realization that they were praying for my children in Uganda. I’m fairly certain, given the age range we requested, that my...
He is better than a Saturday morning chai latte. I’m trying to type through tear-matted eyelashes. It’s one of those more-rare-than-I’d-like mornings where God broke in. And today He’s been telling me how He is the daily God. Blessed be the...
Uncomfortable Extravagance (a post I wrote over a month ago), elicited more personal emails than almost anything else I’ve written. It seems that the notion I’ve wrestled with for much of my adult life — that God wants to love His children...
Wednesday afternoons are my new getaway. Kids napping, Nate working from home, and … nothin’ but highway for me. After I travel over the 6 interchanges it takes me to get to the International House of Prayer, which is 9 minutes away, I slide into the back...
No new updates. There are some things percolating that we’ll surely post as soon as we have definitive information. Nate and I are taking a mini-sabbatical of sorts at The International House of Prayer in Kansas City. This is about the best place on the planet I know...
