“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

The gentle rain. It’s steadily coming down as I sit under cover listening to the calm. Refreshing, rejuvenating rain patting the pavement with circles. Sometimes my heart feels like the parched ground in desperate need of a long cool drink. Today I take a long draw of that life giving water. “Come to me who are thirsty, and I will give you a drink.  Come to the table those who are hungry, and I will fill your mouth with good things.” To the Samaritan woman at the well… “If you had a… Read More

Walls.  Some are thick, others are thin, tall, short, stone, brick, wood, plaster.  They are used to protect.  To keep something out or to keep something in.  Most times they are constructed so that others can’t see what’s behind them.  Certainly they can be useful.  I’ve used them well to protect myself from others’ brokenness or to protect them from mine.  The walls we erect to protect our hearts are amazingly complex creations and sometimes extremely useful, but they almost always isolate us in our brokenness behind them. God has been faithfully… Read More

The seed that was planted in the ground must die for it to bring forth life.  The husk that trapped life within must fall away and something entirely different springs forth. Jesus’ earthly body was laid to rest in a borrowed tomb.  Who borrows a tomb?  Someone who intends to give it back when it is no longer needed. On the third day, He rose again to new life.  He rose again in a glorified body that was entirely new and different from what was laid in the earth.  This new body… Read More