Hope for a sick heart

"I will return her vineyards to her and transform the Valley of Trouble into a gateway of hope." Hosea 2:15 This verse came via email to me today like shade in the hot Arizona sun. I used to tolerate the heat in Arizona pretty well, but as the years have gone by, I haven't grown... Continue Reading →

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Hope against hope

How long till I see the fruit of what I cannot see? How many season? How many years? What if it takes my whole life and then I'm buried six feet under dirt and worms and grass and more seasons pass and... I cannot see the future days when there are no more weeds no... Continue Reading →

Laughing at promises

One of my favorite passages in the Bible is in Romans 4:16-17 where it says, “...to the one who shares the faith of Abraham, who is the father of us all, as it is written, ‘I have made you the father of many nations;- in the presence of God in whom he believed, who gives... Continue Reading →

Night sky speech

The moon looks like your gaze blazing light through the dark veil of night but I know it's just an illusion. I see the moon but I can't see you. You must be gazing brighter in a night darker tearing the veil cause I don't know another way. I can't see your light, but no... Continue Reading →

45 is a number

between 16 and the day after tomorrow it's a disorienting fog a miry bog to get bogged down in numbers of years years that go by fast days that go by slow slow as the answer that hasn't yet come to my prayer prayer pray for days and days and years and then you're 45... Continue Reading →

Man shall not live by Prozac alone

In March, Fathom Mag published an article I wrote about my own struggle to concede my need for an anti-depressant. A wise pastor and friend helped me to see that medication was not an alternative to provision from God. It was a provision from God. I've been taking Prozac for a couple years now and... Continue Reading →

Every Morning

He struts, raises his decorated neck making himself a little taller, and trumpets his proud shout. And before he’s crowed not three times - just once- I’ve already denied What I once announced with pride. The dawn of my failing faith belongs to the birds. They raise a mocking chorus. Whistles and tweets, chirps and... Continue Reading →

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