It only makes sense. As children of a Holy King we are fully equipped to be dragon slayers. One of the hard things I’ve had to learn in my twinkling twenties is that dragging around baggage into areas where the love of Jesus is supposed to shine is inappropriate, un-classy, and just plain bothersome. In … Continue reading Hunt Your Dragons before You Come
My kid eats paper. It's weird. Recently he ate part of the back cover of one of my friend's books. He thinks this is hilarious and I really can't figure out why. A little while ago he got his hands on a pizza menu and had consumed a hefty corner of it before we realized. … Continue reading Try Not to Eat the Menu
Sure. Why the heck not? I've had something brewing the last little while like a hot cup of slightly overcooked, grind infested java. Okay, minus the grind infested because apart from being mildly over analyzed, this idea doesn't have major grinds. Yes. Call me a weirdo. Everyone else probably does. But I've been dilly dallying … Continue reading Christmas in July?
It really is like a ship, spearing through the darkest oceans, going to war on behalf of its Captain. I'm talking about worship. Which cleverly, sounds a lot like "War Ship". How perfect. Worship was never meant to be just singing songs for the sake of singing songs. Goodness, how bored I would be. I've only seen people fall … Continue reading The War Ship
Dreams. Dreamy dreams. Dreaming of dreamy dreams. We all have that one dream, the one that never goes away, even if life provides a heaping pile of lofty distractions. Occasionally something reminds us of it and we pause to go back to dreamland for a moment. We let out a long dramatic sigh and for … Continue reading A Glimpse of Rome Through Geeky Glasses
We make it soooo hard. But Revival is actually quite simple. It's the life and glory of God pouring out into our mere human hearts. I’m reading through the book The Calvary Road by Roy Hession, though I’ve read it a couple of times before. If I had a better memory and didn’t constantly forget … Continue reading Catching the Fire of Revival: Part I
It's not that I'm just bad at hiding my facial reactions, or that I've unearthed some putrid smell, its nothing like that. My face is constantly crunching for an entirely different reason, one that no one would know about unless I tell them. My baby, now positioned on the right side of my stomach, keeps … Continue reading My Baby’s Butt