O Father, We’ve been like babies, awaiting strained food from pastors and personalities, rather than feeding directly from Your Hand. We’ve subsisted on spiritual smoothies blended from tweets, sound bytes, and media reports. So, in Your longing for us to grow, You’ve pushed time aside to begin our meal training. You desire that we increase in wisdom and favor (Luke …
She climbed into the dining chair easily. It was the staying in it that proved difficult. First she dropped her fork, then after a trip underneath the table and a trip back up top for air, her napkin also fell. Both would have proved an easy retrieval for longer arms, but both were forbidden of help. A secret unexpectedly remembered, …
My child, You seem to expect my walks with You to be like a picnic in the woods. From the minute you hear Me call, “Come follow”, you energetically begin the prattle about the destination and the buzz about the basket. You have dreams of rolling apple-green meadows and envision stream-side knolls where I am to unfold a patchwork …
When we arrive at the table of His Presence, we find the presence of others there as well. The presence of our enemies. Kinda ironic, isn’t it? We made it through the valley of shadows, arrived at our banquet destination, and there they are – the same enemies that were wounding us in the valley. …
