Last week I lost my Daddy.  He was 89 years old, a kind man, a gentleman and a good Daddy too.  I wrote this post called, “Veteran’s Day,” on Veteran’s Day 2015, but I thought it was worthy of a repost to honor my Daddy: This morning the Lord showed me a vivid image of my Dad on the submarine he served on in World War II. He was on deck watch at night alone. It was extremely dark out across the sea and he felt small and alone. Yet he knew… Read More

Recently, my wife posted a wonderful blog about her journey in the Land of AWKWARD. So, if you haven’t read it yet, take a few minutes, go to her blog on this site and read it – then come back here if you want. That’s OK. I’ll wait… [🎵 Music on hold.. 🎶 ] [🎼 🎻 Dum diddle de dum🎹 🎷] Welcome back! How did her blog grab you? Is this happening to you? Do you ask God for a word from Him about someone and act on what He tells you? Adel has become really diligent… Read More

Recently, after a busy day, my family and I stopped in for a late lunch early dinner at a pub we had been wanting to try.  It was around 4 pm so it was not very busy.  Just one other couple in a booth and a guy at the bar.  We ordered some fish & chips and a beer. The young waitress seemed bored and distracted.  The place wasn’t quite what we had hoped, but the Lord really took my attention to our server. In my mind’s eye I saw her as… Read More

“But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Is. 64:8 ESV At the beginning of this week, I sat with Gary Wilson, master potter. I went to observe him crafting clay mugs. It was all out of character for me. God had set me up the Saturday before as I had asked Him what He wanted to write about. He said one word, “TRUST’. Sometimes I feel HE has such a funny sense of humor…. Read More

Freedom. I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve grown so accustomed to the fence around me. And yet I see myself in a wide open field and my heavenly Father has kicked down the fence. “Come enjoy the field. Come smell the flowers and eat the fruit,” I hear my Jesus beckon. I find myself standing there in the middle of where the fence once stood. It feels safer here, but there is no abundant life standing here in the middle of this self-imposed prison. Can I really venture out… Read More