When I was in sixth grade, I could beat all the boys (except one) Indian arm wrestling with our left arms. I was left handed. (Smile). Ernest Torres was the one boy who beat me every time, even though he was not left handed. He was just plain strong. I hated that. He ruined… Read More When You Need Strength
They sit in front of me in need of a tissue while tears pour down their faces. They come every Sunday after the sermon. Our prayer team awaits them ready to battle in prayer. Most days the stories and needs aren’t too difficult, but sometimes, the heartbreak is great, and so is the… Read More Praying With Power
One dark summer night, I gave up. I could not convince the one debating me, so I gave in. Despite my years of walking with God, and my study in the Word, and the call on my life, I threw it all away. “I’ll just put all religions together. They’re all the same,” I proclaimed.… Read More Fill Me Up Please
Do you remember when our country turned 200 years old? I think I was ten. It was a big deal. Our little farm town boasting of 1500 residents pulled out all the stops. There was a parade and picnics, and homemade ice cream contests. We had three legged races, bicycles decorated for the parade, and… Read More Are You Free?
Her voice has blessed my ear and my heart every week for fifteen years. Some years we’ve talked more often than others, years when we desperately needed someone to hold our heart and carry us to the Father when we could not carry ourselves. Our voices have gently held the other through death of loved… Read More The Blessing of Patience #BiteofBread