May 20, 2020

It's one of my favorite Psalms:  How lovely are Your dwelling places, O LORD of hosts! (Psalm 84).

As I read through all of the places the writer longs to dwell--all those places where the LORD is walking--I see:  courts, altars, Zion, His house.  But this morning only...

May 15, 2020

Jesus was in the wilderness.

He was isolated (a type of quarantine?).  He was weak from not eating.  There were no disciples to listen to His teachings.  There was no one to heal.  There was no one to see and no one to touch. 

And Satan was speaking t...

May 11, 2020

I know that Easter has passed, but I can't seem to leave the resurrection chapters.  

As the rest of us celebrated the risen Lord, I think it looked really different for those in the first century that day.

I never realized it before, but did you notice Mary going t...

May 2, 2020

Numbers 11.

Tasting the sour on my lips as I try to dismiss the words I know are directed at me.

Because it's what you can become...the sour taste.

It's stirred by adversity, and it flows through a crowd of greedy desires.

It's when the rabble speaks out against the daily...

April 17, 2020


Psalm 78 has so much packed within its 72 verses, but in this morning's reading one thing seemed to jump off the pages.  There's a history of God's faithfulness recorded among the recounting of Israel's past indiscretions as He divides seas, leads with clouds and...

April 4, 2020

Elijah was just done.

His life had been completely consumed by the Lord.

He had nothing-no possessions-not even his own time.

Every second of every day had one purpose-to follow the Lord's commands for that day.

He had just outrun King Ahab, but he was getting so weary of...

March 25, 2020

Moses was shepherding a flock-his father in law's sheep. 

He was displaced from his home, left with no inheritance, and even with a new family, I imagine still very alone.

But on the mountain of Horeb, a bush burned.

It was a marvelous sight!  But was this now unknown she...

January 11, 2020

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and upon the lyre I shall praise You, O God, my God

Then I'll go.  When is the then?

The Psalmist wants vindication against the ungodly.  He feels rejection by his God for what he considers to be the unanswered...

December 27, 2019

What will make me different?  

In the morning hours, my hands shift from the daily Psalm and Deuteronomy readings to 1 John 4, where I find an entire chapter devoted to a love which will call me to act on what I cannot see.  The words promise that I will be able to...

December 2, 2019

Angels meet in God's camp.

Favor is sought, yet fear returns to grip firm.

"O God of my fathers...I am unworthy of the all's.

Deliver me from the hand of fear; from the soul-attack.

You promised to prosper, and I believed Your words.

I cannot continue in this emptiness".


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Tell Me a Story

Tales from the fields of God's heart

When was the last time you listened to someone's story?

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.


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