In my last post, I was “abiding.” That was before the past four days. I know Mom said there’d be days like this, but we’re more than halfway to a full week…and counting. I almost don’t even know where to begin. This has been a week of daily tragedies. Something new every day that rocks… Continue reading Clinging
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Abiding
I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful….Remain in me and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it… Continue reading Abiding
TS3-Day
June 18, 2010 – a day that (in our house, at least) will live in infamy – Toy Story 3 was finally and deliberately released by producers and directors from the Empire of Pixar Studios… So here it is. Andy’s growing up and heading off to college, and his toys – though they have vowed… Continue reading TS3-Day
Finding my Purpose
I love it when a plan comes together! And no, I was never a fan of “The A-Team” in the 80’s, though I *did* play their theme song in marching and pep band in high school. But I digress. I am preparing to return to Gulu, Uganda, in August for 2 weeks. And though I… Continue reading Finding my Purpose
Clean Your Room
Imagine the following conversation: Parent: Son (or daughter), it’s time to clean your room. Child: Are you sure? I mean, my room is kind of big and there’s a LOT of stuff in there. What if I can’t do it? Parent: You have everything you need to be able to clean your room. I believe… Continue reading Clean Your Room
The American Dream
What is the American Dream? White picket fences. A house. That white picket fence would look awfully silly without one, don’t you think? A 2-car…no, make that 3-car garage. Better yet, a 4-car garage with 2 cars, a boat, and a workshop. 2.5 kids. And a dog. Maybe even a cat, and a goldfish to… Continue reading The American Dream
Bring Me To Life
For some reason, I was particularly excited about Easter this year. Yes, it was my birthday too, but it was more than that. There was a sense of anticipation, of expectancy. God was preparing to do something in my heart that morning. Worship was great. It was loud and celebratory. We sang and danced and… Continue reading Bring Me To Life
It’s Only Friday…
Good Friday. A day of pleading. A day of betrayal. A day of injustice. A day of torment. A day of denial. A day of mockery. A day of hurt. A day of sorrow. A day of ignorance. A day of evil. A day of shame. A day of wrath. A day of anger. A… Continue reading It’s Only Friday…
Threads of Gratitude: White Linen Cloths Edition
Sin is dirty. Ugly. Staining. A bloody smear across a canvas of white. Sin is shameful. Wretched. Filthy. Exposing my nakedness to a mocking, unforgiving world. Heaping guilt upon guilt for all the times I have failed, fallen, given in. Sin is constantly reminding. Accusing. Judging. A cruel tormentor to my burdened soul. Amidst all… Continue reading Threads of Gratitude: White Linen Cloths Edition
Threads of Gratitude: Canvas Stretcher Edition
Last week, I had the opportunity to go to the Nasher Sculpture Garden with my mom and my children. I’ll let that sink in for a minute: I went to an art museum. Willingly. And dare I say I even enjoyed it? And this time I managed NOT to ask questions like “These are all… Continue reading Threads of Gratitude: Canvas Stretcher Edition