Identity

My kids teach me something everyday. Life with children is certainly an adventure. Last night as I was giving my last round of snuggles to my five-year old and tucking him in for the night, I said the words I so often say to him. "Goodnight mighty man of God. Do you know you will … Continue reading Identity

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Hope and Soiled Hands

When small seeds of hope, planted in fresh soil, are stolen by the ravens it's easy to become weary. We toil in darkness on hands and knees. Prayer lifted in desperation can seem to hit empty air when the harvest waits. Still, I've found hope doesn't lie in seed. Hope lies in the waiting soul … Continue reading Hope and Soiled Hands

Autopilot

Autopilot - when I go through the motions Head down, resolved, ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen And then I sometimes break as resistance pushes me to realize I'm not built to maintain; I'm built for greatness. Not greatness I've built with the persistent efforts of my hands, but greatness that comes … Continue reading Autopilot