When Music Heals & a Broken Girl Finds Jesus.

It lingers. Song of healing. Past the laundry room.  Down the hall.  From her room. The broken one.  Mending. And she is not who she used to be. Any longer. Quiet. Scared.  Fearful. Hiding behind a smile draped across her hurting. Today.  Our eyes can meet.  And I can see her soul.  Barely.  More at some […]

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A Confession of Resurrecting, Idols of “Expectations”

Ever uncover an idol?  No, really?  A real life, without a doubt, idol? I have. “Expectations.” See.  Like the golden calf. I keep formulating my own personal visions.  When the path seems black.  And I cannot see.   Yes, God may start my journey.  As I tread boldly out into open waters.  But then, somehow. Somewhere along […]

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Why The Church Is Afraid Of Being Real. Guest post from my Son.

It breaks my heart, you know. Just over two weeks ago, I was spending my days drinking up the Hawaiian sun. Picking my wardrobe was easy, when wearing a tank top and board shorts every day was expected. More time was spent in the sea that on land.  And the sea, oh the sea. Liquid bliss, […]

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When my 16 yr old was Imprisoned. And How She Got Free.

My sixteen year old was imprisoned yesterday.  Stuck behind brick walls.  Waiting.  For something….anything at all. Her friends remained there with her…..for nearly two hours.  Emotions rising.  Texting.  Twittering.  Trying to find a communication source outside the grounds….in hopes to figure out what was going on. Rumor has it…..A potential man with a gun was walking […]

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Writing God Our List!

I have seen him once in eight months.  My nearly nineteen-years-old, six-foot-three, baby. The price, I guess, of a son called to missions as a missionary. So, when I see his name flash on my phone, hearing it’s loud ringing…..I quickly pick it up. Bubbling so much….just to hear his deep man tone.  That child formed […]

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When Jesus Passes By You

I stand in a circle over the accused.  Holding what I think is redemption in my hand.  Sharp edges.  Mine has some.  But then…..so does my own soul. And I see the guilty.  There on the ground.  Grasping for dirt to cloth himself in. Incapable to run.  This time. And I marvel at the fact that […]

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