Old hymns have a way of getting into the deep parts of my spirit. The lyrics are rich in truth, often based in scripture and sometimes have a surprising turn of phrase that makes me think. The actual tune doesn’t matter much to me, and I search for updated melodies and arrangements so that I…
Peter was a changed man. I heard his words in my spirit this morning, and could sense the heavy truth of his words completely infused with the Word and Truth Himself. Peter, who had led the charge against the idea of a suffering Messiah, came to see suffering as a hallmark of walking in the…
Man alive. I need space to breathe. My thoughts are chaos. They won’t stay nice or neat or organized. I thought it was an escape mechanism, or a lack of discipline. Maybe even my body revolting against the hurt I’ve experienced. I heard my Father ask me to follow Him. He said to be more…
I place myself in Your care, here in the sanctuary of Yourself. It is dark and stifling, sorrowful and lonely. When I sense the first layer of my anxiety go still, I also sense peace. It’s different than peace I’ve had in the past. It’s deep and cushioning and real, not brittle or half-hoped into…
I’ve written here about how I listen to a CD. It is on repeat until most of the songs are memorized. When I get tired of the CD, or get a new one, I simply put the old away and move along. When I pull the old out again, memories of the time period I…
I don’t know where I am right now. It’s like an uncharted territory, and I don’t have a frame of reference. There is no clear and labelled map for the piece of road I’m on. I have had some times like this in my life before now, and when I tried to talk to people…
It is a challenge to walk through this life. Just when I think I’ve hit upon a rhythm, something happens to remind me of my true center. Thankfully, my Father sends His truth along with these disruptions, obstacles, hiccups or detours…whatever you want to name the trials. I can rejoice in the Lord always, give…
I have been reading through the book of Job in the last month, and I may have read Job’s friends’ speeches with a bit more anger in my tone this time around. I just keep thinking, with friends like these who needs enemies? I find bits and pieces of the truth in their monologues, and…
My feelings tend toward the melancholy right now. This song has been on repeat, and I see different scenes in my mind when I listen. Sometimes it’s the throne room in Revelation. Other times I see Jesus on the back of a donkey, riding into Jerusalem. Sometimes I’m at the manger, sometimes at the Cross….