We all have elements in our lives that, for us, make life work. Let’s call them “molecules of control.” The elements that make up those molecules might be friends, family, work, hobbies; it’s different for everyone yet the same too because, like I said, our molecules of control are what we use to make life … Continue reading Splitting atoms when our problems aren’t even vinegar on baking soda.
Sometimes you just don’t know what to pray. You’re too confused about the situation to know what ask for; you’re too in the dark to understand the details; or every time you start to pray the thoughts bring up so much pain it’s just too hard to find the words. Likewise the Spirit helps us … Continue reading When the words just won’t come
I remember reading or hearing somewhere that if a person is in an urgent situation where they have to evacuate quickly and they have time to rescue one thing (other than loved ones), they typically go for the thing they value most. I remember seeing this played out once. Jane and I were enjoying a … Continue reading Moving on means leaving some things behind.
It’s easy to trust the Lord in the good times. It’s hard in the bad times. It’s worse (almost impossible) when the bad times are your own making. I mean it’s one thing when someone else shoots you in the foot, but when you do it yourself? Right now, I feel like I should be … Continue reading This one’s a little all over the map.
David said, “Help, Lord,” (Psalm 12:1); King Jehoshaphat said, “Neither know we what to do” (2 Chronicles 20:12); Peter said, “Lord, save me” (Matthew 14:30); and I say, “God, we’re lost, and we don’t know what to do. Please help us.” Yesterday, Sunday – Father’s Day, I spent the day under good preaching, surrounded by … Continue reading Help, Lord. Just help.
Really? Just being honest here. If I had control of the “trials knob” in my life, I’d turn it all the way down to zero, turn off the breaker and rip the knob out of the wall. I wouldn’t even spackle the hole. I’d leave it there just for spite. Then there’s guys like Peter, … Continue reading Really?
I have a dog whose nickname is Gronk. He was named for tight end Rob Gronkowski because I’m a Patriots fan. (You can form opinions about my team choices later.) I mention my dog because as wonderful as he is, he tends to fret. It’s odd because he’s a seventy-pound Mastiff/Shepherd mix. The Shepherd in … Continue reading Are you down for this?
Grace in Waves 