I was ranting to Sal about a situation that was frustrating me. I’ll admit this whole situation had quickly become something way bigger than it actually was, and it was taking up way too much mental real estate, but I
As I was Ranting

I was ranting to Sal about a situation that was frustrating me. I’ll admit this whole situation had quickly become something way bigger than it actually was, and it was taking up way too much mental real estate, but I
I have shared before about my passion for working out. No. No I have not. I still can’t stand it. I still have to force myself to get up and do something that looks semi-healthy. Within my disdain for
God loves to use irony in my life. My spirit consistently feels this, “Really?”/one eye-brow raised glare 🤨 from Him. Confession, the whole “say yes to less,” or “do less,” movement has always irritated me. I have done a dozen
I have been having a series of tense theological discussions. I know for some of you that sounds terrible, but I love them. Maybe it’s why I do what I do. Anyway… I have always been a John Wesley
One of the pastors at our church made a statement on Sunday, “I am loved by God. There is no future, better version of me that is more loved than I am right now.” I think I know this logically.
“I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love
“The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness.” 2 Peter 3 “I am speed.” Lightning McQueen God is not in a hurry. He can move quickly. Things can shift rapidly. And certain nudges from God’s
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not
Just overheard a conversation at Starbucks. It was similar to one I have had a dozen times, but yet I forget what it sounds like from the outside. These older gentlemen were sitting and colorfully expressing their feelings about their
I have shared before that I am a terrible listener. It just keeps coming up. This morning I was thinking about it, praying, once again, for God to bolster my listening efforts on all fronts. As I was praying I