Pruning the burning bush
I work with an awesome landscaping company. The other day started off with pruning a bush to the highest level of perfection and the day ended with a jewish man explaining the mysteries of our amazing Father.
So, the morning began with me taking my lovely motorized hedge-trimmer and shaping a simple looking bush (shown in the picture above) at the head of a clients driveway. I, myself, am no professional pruning but am able to get the job done. When I asked Mark, the professional pruner, to join me and stare in awe of my newest masterpiece he snatched...
To what end do I find my beginning?
I some times pace the floors of my little one bedroom apartment searching for God in the midst of my life. I look around every corner and under every bush. Some times I find things, unimaginable things, and others I simply know he was just there before me. I don’t want to miss one opportunity to see him or be with him, so why not look everywhere? Am I afraid that he won’t be anywhere I look, which is everywhere? Isn’t he in all and through all? So why do we struggle to find more of him? Is...
Jesus freak wanta be?
I keep reading this great piece of work called Jesus Freaks about those who have been martyred for their faith. It is so incredible to hear story after story about those who have given their very lives for the honor of what they knew was real and true! Just think of how many people there are in the world today that couldn’t disagree more with those who were martyred yet they themselves have nothing worth dying for. It is an interesting and challenging thought to think about what we truly believe in, you know?!
The stories range from house servants...
He is mighty to save.
(This is a picture of villagers in Burma who as children have to raise one another because all the parents have to go to work in the fields to grow food so they can survive. This visit was extremely moving.)
This month marks the second year since I gave my life to Christ, sitting in Grace community church, watching little children make such a promise and it stirred me greatly. I haven’t stopped chasing after Jesus since that day. I haven’t even looked in the other direction, What I have found on this road to redemption has pushed me...
Continually coming home, yet I’m never really gone.
I came home to New Hampshire Saturday to find little sisters wanting a million hugs and a truckload of hay needing unloading, ah! I was finally home after three months of living in Denver and traveling around the US ministering. There is nothing like coming home from an awesome season with the Lord and being able to sit and rest a little without too many distractions.
Though it was hard for me to separate from Amy for the next seven weeks (she is in Costa Rica ministering) I will happily use this time to study and rest up....