Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Found


Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
'Cause I’m going to make this place your home
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you’re not alone
'Cause I’m going to make this place your home
Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Phillip Phillips, Home



Friday, June 16, 2017

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Messiah


He did not say this on his own, but as high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the Jewish nation, and not only for that nation but also for the scattered children of God, to bring them together and make them one. 

John 11:51-52



Tuesday, June 6, 2017

You


Before 

formed 
you 
in the 
womb 
I knew you...
Jeremiah 1:5

Friday, June 2, 2017

Light



Lights from another season to remind us there is hope. 
What's meant for one day can last for eight. 
What seems hopeless isn't always. 
Surprising things happen. Good fights and wins.

Have a good weekend!



Thursday, May 25, 2017

Proverbs 31:28


Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Freedom




Now the Lord is the Spirit, 
and where the Spirit of the Lord is, 
there is freedom.

2 Corinthians 3:17


Monday, May 22, 2017

Do You Believe the Bible?


I believed parts of it, the easy parts, the parts I liked. So I should probably say I didn't believe it. Not really. Not until I met Jesus. Then it was like I could see and had not even known I'd been blind. The words came alive to me.

It may seem backwards. Don't you read it and then believe? Not me. Experience came first. I was surprised at how my perception changed. What once seemed true was a lie and what once seemed out of date and ancient became timely, relevant, and true. I can't explain it. I can only tell you what happened to me.

Do you believe? If so, why? If not, you're welcome here anyway!



Monday, May 15, 2017

Yeshua Ha Mashiach






Isaiah 53



1 Who has believed what he has heard from us?
And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
2 For he grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4 Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he opened not his mouth.
8 By oppression and judgment he was taken away;
and as for his generation, who considered
that he was cut off out of the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people?
9 And they made his grave with the wicked
and with a rich man in his death,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
10 Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him;
he has put him to grief;
when his soul makes an offering for guilt,
he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;
the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
11 Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied;
by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,
make many to be accounted righteous,
and he shall bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many,
and he shall divide the spoil with the strong,
because he poured out his soul to death
and was numbered with the transgressors;
yet he bore the sin of many,
and makes intercession for the transgressors.

1 Timothy 4:8



For physical training is of some value, 
but godliness has value for all things, 
holding promise for both the 
present life and the life to come.
 

Monday, May 8, 2017

Psalm 118:24


This is the day that the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.


Monday, April 24, 2017

Intercession


He sat in a cafe in the land of supermodel people and good bread. The old man had lived many years and then a few more and knew many words, some now forgotten and relearned a hundred times. But his thoughts and words these days were only ordinary and precise, lacking in all flamboyance and grandeur. He said only what he said and nothing more. 

This is a hidden place. It is Heaven on Earth, or looks like it. The sun shines and the buildings stand and nothing shakes the ground or disturbs the quiet. But he could see what would wreck havoc if it could. All around him shadows stood and moved, curled and menaced, though they could not touch the inhabitants. 

He could see prayers, many laid here over the years, some yesterday, some a thousand years before, all entwined, dancing like wiry ballerinas who are stronger than they seem. He watched the prayers and he watched the shadows move out of their way, all the while looking for a way in. The prayers gave none, only continued dancing, moving, taking new ground. And the people walked. Here and there. Up quaint stone stairs, over bridges, home, with no hint that they saw the protection wrapped around them or the shadows or anything but the sunshine above and the world as open to them as the ocean and the clouds and the sky.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Walk


"But immediately Jesus spoke to them, 
saying, 
"Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.”

Matthew 14:27

Sunday, March 26, 2017

You Can Live


...most of them said, “He is dead.” 
But Jesus took him by the hand and lifted him up, and he arose.”


Mark 9:26-27

Monday, March 20, 2017

At the Well Again


There was a Tweet on the 17th by an author I had not heard of before. Nadia Bolz-Weber. A quick search of her reveals she loves the unloved and cares a great deal about people. 

Here's what she wrote:

Nadia Bolz-Weber @Sarcasticluther
We all come back from the grocery store to the sight of Jesus just chatting it up at the well with Steve Bannon. Jesus is the worst.




I have to say, this made my heart glow. She got a lot of responses. Most I loved. Some didn't get it. I do. I so get it.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Mark 4:40


And he said unto them, 
Why are ye so fearful? 
how is it that ye have no faith?



Thursday, March 9, 2017

Monday, March 6, 2017

One Question


Do you know?

One question is all that matters. All the others are white noise. They have answers that last a moment, but not much longer.

Do you know Jesus? It's the most important question.

What else would you ask me? I have a million thoughts and opinions and not one of them will take the darkness from your heart or the despair from your soul.

What really matters? What lasts forever?

John 3:16-For God so loved you.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

The First Lady's Prayer


Melania recited the Lord's prayer yesterday at a Trump rally. To me, it was an unexpected moment, something we don't always see at political events these days. It brought a smile to my face. I appreciated that she did that. It meant a lot to me.


Friday, February 10, 2017

Drink

Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water 
will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water 
that I will give him will never be thirsty again.”

John 4:13-14

Monday, January 30, 2017

Army

An army of women brandishing words of encouragement and beauty surrounds my Internet experience and swipes away the deluge of today's news. 

Who builds an army like this? 

It is made up of housewives and homeschoolers, doctors and nurses and teachers, writers, drifters, poets, and shooters of photos of tea cosies in San Francisco. They gather together with stories. Just stories, of ordinary lives that are extraordinary, told in words spilled on a page to challenge perspective and understanding. They defy definition, this army, because they do not destroy or conquer or take over with fear. They simply rest in front of a screen for a few minutes in their busy day to type out a thought or two, and with that, change the world. So, thank you, army, for coming to my rescue.