Fragrance. It can either be a pleasing aroma or a painful experience. In the sweet town of Ashland, OR, sits the Lithia community fountain, much like the fountains found at an elementary school; three or four water spigots allowing for more than one person at a time to get a drink of cool, refreshing water.Continue reading “Rotten Eggs”
There are so many voices throughout the day vying for your attention. Let the Voice of Truth be the One you hear. Determine in your heart right now to listen and follow His path for you. Many times, the road will be difficult to stay on, but being in His perfect will always outweighs standing with the masses.
It was the summer of 2008 and I was one of the adult leaders at our yearly Jr. High summer camp. Camp was nestled in the majestic redwoods of Northern California just off Bohemian Highway. The location isn’t important but I like the word Bohemian and as the word implies, camp was a bit unconventional that year. In the least, it wasn’t what I had expected or experienced in the past. Perhaps, the only expectation I should have had was that God would be present, which He was, in more ways than one.Continue reading “Blessed To Be A Blessing”
But Jesus. Jesus went out to the mountain to pray.
I’ve always thought the idea of a prayer closet as too confining, but that’s simply my personal preference. I’ve tried and I enjoy a wider space for this intimate time spent with God. I also realize, ‘prayer closet’ doesn’t have to be a literal closet.Continue reading “Name Your Mountain”
Firmly rooted outside my office window is a beautiful green, twenty-year old Ash tree, in desperate need of its deep biennial trimming.Continue reading “What’s Outside Your Window?”
She knelt before Him. Her head bowed in reverence and honor of Whose presence she was in.Continue reading “Given the Nations”
I see a yacht at a great distance in the ocean. Anchored. Why is it far off? Are people on board? Does this represent the Bride, Israel, or me and how distant we are or can be from You?Continue reading “Anchored in Hope”
The Old Testament wasn’t written to us as New Testament believers, however, that doesn’t mean we throw the ‘baby out with the bathwater.’Continue reading “Hamstrung”
I sat, arms defiantly crossed over my body as my leg, also crossed, bounced slightly, up and down, up and down. Worship music was playing and the singer was encouraging us to just be held. I thought, rebelliously, I don’t want to be held! I just want this situation to go away and everything to be normal again.Continue reading “The Gatekeeper”