What do I know about INTIMACY, Lord? As one whose innocence was taken from her at a tender age, I became "fluent" in another language altogether. A language that had no such word to convey the essence of a close, familiar, affectionate, loving, personal relationship with another. My fluent "Heart Speak" embodied, instead, the essence of...
I've been dreaming a lot lately. Trouble is, I don't remember most of them. I make the transition from dream-filled sleep into semi-consciousness... still vaguely aware that I have had a rather involved, content-rich dream. Yet, in the imaginary blink of an eye (since my eyes are still closed), it vanishes. Until last night. I...
FEAR has been defined as "False Evidence Appearing Real." But what if the evidence isn't false? I have never seen You bring sudden destruction on a land and a people in clear and immediate fulfillment of words You spoke through Your prophet (e.g., rivers of blood, plagues of frogs and gnats and flies and hail and locusts...
Much has happened in the world in recent days and weeks. Much evil that has taken center stage in the world's eyes. Multiple, coordinated terror attacks in one nation across the ocean. Isolated attacks in other geographies. Many people caught in the crossfire; some dead, others injured. All in the name of the god of a particular faith....
Sometimes communing with You feels like an uphill battle. Like wherever You are is "above" or "ahead of" wherever I am, with the Enemy holding me down or back. Sometimes I stop to rest amid the ongoing resistance. Maybe I even think I am stopping to "smell the flowers." But before long, I realize I'm...
I love seeking You in the early morning hours, just before dawn. Before the pace of the day has a chance to shift into fifth gear. Before the world wakes up. When it seems like it's just You and me in the silence... and I can hear, "see" and even feel You. I seek You this morning,...
This morning, You spoke -- as You often do -- through a whisper that "sounded" in my spirit more like a shout. An Encouraging Word. A Call to Arms. I was on the floor, on my knees... then on my back, looking out my window at the sky above. The dark clouds in the sky...
You showed me my heart today. Funny how clearly I could see it... when, at the time, I was driving through a dense fog. I was on my way to Tampa for my second six-month check-up... this one, with the oncologist. The fog was so thick, I could hardly see the road ahead of me....
