I have a tattoo. I’ve had it for a long time, Although you may not have noticed. It is not hidden, though seldom seen. It is not secret, yet rarely mentioned. Not on my neck to be concealed. Not on my chest to be covered. Not on my back to be forgotten. But on a place where …
He Speaks
Beloved, I know that the reality of your spiritual senses has been a new concept for you. The sight, sound, taste, smell and feel of the spiritual is difficult for you to grasp. But, do not let your heart be troubled (John 14:1). Too often your thoughts and emotions are like the agitator of a washing machine, twisting …
Prayer of the Senses
Holy Father, I worship You today, not only as Creator of spiritual senses, but for patterning them after Your reality. Just as You gave me physical senses when I was born, You have bestowed these spiritual ones to me at my New Birth. Thank You for giving me the option to connect with You. All too often, …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt. 3)
Today, Martha Kirk finishes up the last of her three-part series. If you missed either of her other posts, check them out to get the whole story: Part 1 – Part 2. ———————- “During my hospital stay, I experienced many healing touches. I was forced to completely rely on others to fulfill almost every need, plus my many wants. The …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt 2)
Guest blogger, Martha Kirk continues her frightening story of her recent roll-over accident. Read Part 1 to catch up, if you haven’t already done so. —————————— “As I was strapped to the hard board, the volunteers carried me across the field to the awaiting ambulance. I repeated over and over, “I think my right leg is falling off the board.” …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt.1)
Guest blogging for Hungry For More over the next few posts is Martha Kirk. If I told you how long we had been friends, it might betray our age, since we’ve known each other since second grade. Just weeks ago, Martha was in an agonizing accident, which she has agreed to share. What better way to grapple with the spiritual …
Hopeful Fishing
I was five when I experienced my first Halloween Carnival. Now, I would like to say that it was called a Fall Festival or something clever, but this was in the sixties before Halloween truly became something scary. My mother walked through the cake walk with me and a little girl I knew won the brownies my mom had …
How He Leads
Today, we turn our thoughts to the last of our spiritual senses: touch. Sure, the Apostle Paul spoke of laying hold of that “for which I was laid hold of by Christ.” (Philippians 3:12) But how can we truly grasp this when we can’t feel Him with our fingertips? I’m encouraged as I think about an experience with …