Our Humpty Dumpty Moments

Some people dwell on the past because they are “stuck” there. They can remember a time when their life went “off the rails” and ground to a screeching halt.  Maybe it even crashed and burned.  And although “life went on” for them, it isn’t what you could really define as LIFE. Because no matter where

When Dads Go MIA

MIA is a military designation, meaning “Missing in Action.”  It is the designation given when honorable men who have risked their safety — even their lives — in defense of and service to their country disappear on some foreign battlefield.  Captured, perhaps… even killed. Without warning.  Without notice.  Without word. Some of them are Dads. But

Declaration Power

Sometimes the most powerful lessons You are teaching me, Lord, start out in the most subtle ways.  Almost like an afterthought. Case in point:  Your lessons lately about the Power of Declarations. I had asked for Your help in getting my “temple” — my body — into a better (healthier) place.  Thankfully, You didn’t have to hit

What’s Up, Doc?

I met a doctor yesterday.  A specialist.  I had gone there with a friend who wanted some help in listening and discerning as we both asked questions. It wasn’t a trivial thing — the surgery this doctor was proposing.  So why did it seem like the doctor was somewhat offended that we had questions? I

BETTER Than a Genie!

How many times have I wondered what it would be like to win Publisher’s Clearinghouse? To have that $7,000 roll in weekly for the rest of my life?  Then, into the life of anyone else I would designate… for the rest of their life? What would I do with such financial “security”? I suspect I

What’s In A Name? EVERYTHING!

It was a little question, really… or so I thought.  I just didn’t realize how BIG Your answer would be, Lord! This morning, I asked You:  “How could I ‘hallow’ Your name today in a unique way?” — i.e., revere, respect, and honor it as holy?  After all, You did ask us to do this when

Making Way for The Best!!!

Whenever I type a word document on my computer, I’m always adjusting my margins. As a person You have “gifted” with many words —  🙂  — I’m always reducing the margins down to 1/2 inch.  All the way around the page — Left, Right, Top, Bottom.  My reasoning seems sound enough:  I want to cram as

Will You Really WALK Your TALK???

Will I ever “get over” the wonder of how You move in my life, Lord?  How You orchestrate my steps to present me with “divine appointments” that are also priceless invitations? Invitations for me to follow You to a “place” I have never been before? Will I ever “get over” the wonder of it all?  I

Without a Voice???

I woke up this morning with laryngitis. It didn’t happen suddenly, without warning.  It started a few days ago with a sore throat, followed by sinus congestion and sneezing.  Today, no amount of wishing will enable me to talk. Today of all days.  I will be gathering with precious brothers and sisters to pray.  And

If Money Can’t Buy Love, What Can?

As a full-fledged “teeny-bopper” back in The Day, I was a Beatles’ fan from day one. They had a new sound and a new look. And I shared a fantasy with millions of girls around the world at the time:  If only ____ [fill in your favorite Beatle] saw me just once, we would fall madly