Lord I’m Willing, Help Me To Want It!

Something was really wrong with me…

I believed I was going to die. Every night as I laid down to go to bed, I was afraid that this would be my final night on earth. I was tethered to this idea that something bizarre was going to happen, like maybe my heart would simply stop beating while I was deep in my sleep. Then would come the worrisome thoughts flooding my mind, driving me deeper into an already anxious state. Who would take care of my children? Do they know I love them? Have I done enough for them? Who would love my wife? What would happen to her without me? What would it be like for my family to experience my sudden death?  Continue reading Lord I’m Willing, Help Me To Want It!

I Did The Unthinkable

I grew up in a loving home but a legalistic church.  The skirts were long, the music was boring and the Bibles were big. Everyone knew what to say and what to do. And you also knew what happened if you didn’t meet the expectations… 

As a young teenager I began to really struggle with all of the rules, the pressure (I was a pastor’s daughter) and the constant image management. I didn’t want to disappoint my parents— I loved them. But I hated the pressure.  Continue reading I Did The Unthinkable

A Journey

This is a story about the vastness of God. The impact of these words means one thing to me, but I want them to mean something else to you. Join me as I guide you through a sensory experience.

My hope is that you would relate the stanzas of this poem and supplemented sounds to discover something new about the process of how God works in your life.

Bated breath and wilted quiver,

waning spark with grafted shiver.


Glazing gaze, punch-thumping tremor,

mild moment held forever.


Knuckled grip on reckless Tangent,

fetter bound, now running rampant.


Hinged heel, gasp from gutter,

Split fat lip, with vocal stutter.


Straining flex with rotten muscle,

Extending reach and violent scuffle.


Soaking soul, fresh marinated,

dormant coal, now activated.


Dead but deadly, triumphant stain,

Channel dug, but ground regained.


Pillar raised with ammo loaded,

story held and hinge corroded.


Just Say Thank You

When my oldest son was about 4, he loved Angry Birds. I mean, loved. If we didn’t set a timeframe, he would lose himself in the world of those little wrecking ball-shaped feathered friends and never return. So my wife and I did just that – set a timeframe. It became our standard procedure for letting him play the game: he’d ask, if we said yes, he’d get to play the game with a timer set. When the timer went off, the expectation was that he wouldn’t whine, complain, or throw a fit; he was to not only hand the phone back, but say “thank you” with a smile.  Continue reading Just Say Thank You