A little something from Sunday…


As I take communion and listen to the music, I think about what it means to approach the Throne of God by way of the Cross of Christ…

Standing alone at the foot of the Cross means leaving all others behind.

To trust Him, for me, alone.

To believe Him, alone, for them.

To not look back.

To not look ahead.

This is faith.

So I bow my head and my heart before Him.

And then…the praise team begins to sing…

I will look up…

for there is none above You….

I will bow down…

and tell you that I need You…

Jesus…Lord of all.    

(Matt Redman, Jason Ingram, Wade Joye, Chris Brown, Mack Brock/Elevation Worship)


And this, too, is faith <3

Sometimes the Pharisee is …. me….

I know we are all caught up in the Cards and Cubs battle here in the Midwest…but I am still cringing a bit over the last game of the Wild Card Series.

The one where they cleared the benches.

The one where the guy punched out the Gatorade cooler.

That game.

The one that I shook my head with disgust over and said things like, “What is wrong with that guy?” …and…

“What kind of an example is he setting for young athletes?” …and….

pretty much if I didn’t say it…. I was thinking ….”I would never do anything like that….”


Not on national television maybe. Or even in front of my closest friends or family.

But I have pitched some pretty good fits in the driver’s seat of our car…or in the garage with the door shut…or the laundry room when no one  was home.

So imagine when Russ asked me the next day if I had seen what this player tweeted…and no, we don’t tweet, Russ and I…but apparently it made the news because…


And in case I wasn’t convicted enough, check the time of the tweet….3:33

If you know me…you know…

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3:33 is when God wakes me to pray…3:33 is a time when things just seem to happen for me often…333 shows up at the most unusual places to remind of God’s faithfulness.

Whatever you want to do with it and however you feel about people who say God speaks to them in numbers and nature and billboards…it’s a thing between Him and me and there it is at the top of this tweet…to let me know…He knows…

He knows what I was thinking…He knows the coolers I have boxed safely hidden from the public eye…He knows…

So…I want to apologize for allowing MY emotions to control MY actions…

and although I don’t tweet…

I would say to Sean Rodriguez that I apologize for judging him and condemning him about the speck in his eye without first removing the board from my own.

I will trust that he has forgiven all of us who did that just as Christ forgives all.

And I would like to thank him for setting a very good example for young athletes and old pharisees.

It is not how we fall, but how we bow that distinguishes the followers of Christ.

Because it’s the Voice…

Three times this week I have been told by people I love dearly that they called me just because they needed to hear my voice.



Not WANTED to….no, NEEDED to….hear my voice…

I will tell you that there is nothing you can attempt to say to me in hopes of paying me a compliment or showing me respect that trumps that.


To think that someone I love feels that hearing me say something to them would somehow enhance their day…is beyond humbling.

That kind of being loved is weighty.

It puts a solid foundation under all the “I love you’s” that these dear ones have ever said to me.

I feel valued and assured that I matter in their daily existence.

When one of them tells me this, I realize that hearing my voice means I am not so far away…that I am somewhere and that they are going to see me again sometime, hopefully soon…that my voice brings them comfort because it is how I express myself and thus, it is representative of who and what I am to them.

When I want to hear someone’s voice, it is to reassure me of all that they are and all that their existence means to me. We have a history that speaks of faithfulness and love and to hear them speak cuts through whatever I am dealing with and reminds me there is goodness and mercy and grace in this life here on planet Earth.

And knowing this makes me look at my relationship with God.

God, the Three in One.

God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

And I wonder…in all my praying and pondering and studying and searching and communing and asking, asking, asking…

Do I tell Him I love Him and….

do I call to Him because….

I just need to…


His Voice?

Those calls I received this week were not a burden or an unwelcome interruption to my day. They tenderly invited me into the deepest level of fellowship with my loved ones. I didn’t have to DO anything except answer.

If I….being a mere human being…flawed and flailing….can respond to the request of those I love to simply let them hear my voice….how much more…


will our heavenly Father answer us when we call to Him desiring to hear His voice?

And then…to think…that He loves to hear my voice….oh my….

Let’s determine in our hearts to speak to Him today and then be quiet and still, eagerly listening for how He would choose to speak to us  <3IMG_4649


The Joy of Victory…after the agony of defeat….


I have shared with you over time about our mini-wildlife refuge…and the irony that someone who is repulsed by all-things-rodent seems to have a Welcome Mat spread out for the critters.

The last two summers we have resorted to hiring a guy who is licensed to trap and he could barely keep up with the population. He told us that with a network of sheds and wooded areas so close, we would probably run out of money before we run out of customers.

After this year’s hefty investment into Trapper Dave’s 401K, we decided to proceed with having a barrier fence installed around the shed.

The fellows we hired had to dig a fairly wide trench around the perimeter and then installed heavy duty mesh into the ground and up the foundation.

I know some people are like…so what…raccoons, possums, groundhogs…live and let live….but they were tearing up the wood and digging tunnels that spilled out from underneath the shed; not to mention their little port-a-potties set up all around the area back there, They were unwelcome and invasive residents on our property.

So imagine my response this week as I watched Gary Groundhog meander across the back fence line and navigate toward the opening he had made in the corner of the shed.

I thanked God for His timing that I got to watch him poke his nose against the unyielding mesh of fence and his bewildered look toward the house…Priceless!!!

Even better, he proceeded up over the ramp to the other side.

Maybe I imagined it, but I think he looked over his shoulder as if to say, “Fine…I will just use the other entrance!”

I headed for the patio to enjoy the last of the show.

I was not disappointed.

He gave one more poke of his nose into a door that has been shut permanently and then scurried off to one of his other lairs in the neighborhood.

It felt good to taste victory in an area of past, repeated defeat.

And I may have celebrated with a degree of laughter and possibly a handful of candy corn.

I have been thinking about it this week and equating it to the barriers that we finally erect against destructive forces in our lives.

Whether it is a bad habit, a sin problem, negative thoughts, an addiction…just the stuff that keeps crawling back into our lives that we don’t want but can’t seem to get rid of.

Finally we reach a point where we say, enough is enough…and we invest whatever cost and work it takes to separate ourselves from that which has continually brought us down.

We cry out to God to help us and then we roll up our sleeves and cooperate with the work only He can do.

We labor in partnership with Him and we invest in doing what it takes to separate ourselves from whatever was separating us from Him.

So how about that day when the old temptation wanders back on the scene, pokes its nose into our business and hits that wall?

I think sometimes we see that critter rearing its head as a sign that we are back to square one, instead of rejoicing as we watch God hold us strong in the face of it and then do a happy dance as our old nemesis retreats in defeat.

It is okay to celebrate wins.

Can you see a place where God has brought you victory over a formerly occupied area?

Go ahead and give Him a high five today, do a happy dance, and have some candy corn!

I may have a handful, myself, just to celebrate with you!

Happy Birthday or Anniversary or New Year or….

IMG_2643I am not sure what to call it, but last weekend I renewed my domain and reserved my spot on the internet for another year and I just wanted to take a moment and celebrate.


Yes, two years ago I took a leap of faith, and with the help of FCC’s amazingly tech-savvy Fred to help me, we got this site up and running. Ok…He got it up and running, I just made up obtuse passwords and tried to write down notes on what he was saying that still baffle me.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I still don’t.

If I had waited until I actually figured out WordPress and all the gizmos and stuff that appear on my “Dashboard”….we would still be waiting.

Like every appliance or project I have ever started, I kept staring at the directions until I just gave up and jumped in.

Through it I have learned a few things….like….

if you delete the photos from your media library they also disappear from the posts…hence if you go back in the archives there are still a few with blank photo boxes waiting for me to finish finding the original pic….


there is no way to know who is reading this…which means I have been absolutely stunned to run into people or hear from people that take the time to read what I write here….


the things that I think are almost too lame to even publish tend to touch a place in many people that continues to bring me to my knees that God could use the stuff I struggle with to touch other’s lives….


you have no idea how often your random comments on the site or kind words over the coffee machine at church or a text that lets me know God used the post that day in your life mean to me.

Thank you.

Thank you for reading it, for letting me know when it touches your heart, for passing it on to friends and family….for loving me and encouraging me.

So here is to another year ahead on the Journey…


it is my joy to be walking it with you <3