Inside I was grumbling, maybe cursing. I had accumulated huge piles of wood for my projects and they had gotten, shall we say, a little out of hand… Today was the day I had to get it all organized. Clouds were billowing and threatening to dump water, weeds were encompassing my workspace, and a halfway-chopped tree was in my way. I groaned…

“Mom, mom, mom, MOM, MOM, MOMMMMMYYYYYYY!!” Startled out of my daydreaming, I suddenly enter back into reality to my three-year-old daughter desperately trying to get my attention for the fifteenth time in just as many minutes. She wanted to ask me a vitally important question about the whereabouts of one of her favorite stuffed animals…

Heartbroken and weeping, the Apostle Peter sobbed by himself. Chest convulsing, all he could see burned into his memory were the soft, brown eyes of his dearest friend whom he had just purposefully and vehemently disowned in a moment of gripping fear. (Luke 22:56-62) Peter remembered the first time those eyes had looked at him…

I LOVE music, but especially orchestral (i.e. Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Chopin, etc.) and jazz. I enjoy diving deep into the the chaotic order of rhythms, syncopation, melody, harmony, lyrical expression, instrumental nuance, etc. While studying music at the University of North Texas, one of the highlights…

I was recently with a friend over dinner at a local restaurant talking about life. As we were talking, the Spirit specifically brought the BeAttitudes to mind (Matthew 5:3-12). Our church had recently prayed in response to this section of Scripture communally, initiating a stream of thinking, meditation, and reflection…