Plenty strong was the fear as it cast it’s shadow with her dark tentacles pulling at every part of my being, not allowing me to even leave the car, sitting in the driveway waiting like some bored taxi driver buying time until his fare came back. I was already thick into the gift of God blessing’s, the many gift’s a man might see as he but stumble’s on the path our so Glorious Father. When you witness gift after gift given in such miraculous ways, freely in glorious bounty, ho

As I walk through the cool soil with the soft young grasses tickling my feet, their cold damp leaves caressing soles and soul, my thought’s meander into the construct of the gift, a beautiful area dedicate and delicate to growth in this life. So does a garden grow as two people speak in God’s graces, with and in all the gift’s He so generously give’s. What is God if not a great and glorious Lord breathing into existence all this little man, this boy child of only the most lim

“Daddy look what I have.” What does he but ask, directing my attention only but a moment from the regimented activity I have entertained myself repeatedly for infinitely longer then but the moment he request’s? How cold has it become the soul of my mind, the cruel sound of my own words void of light; “Not now!”, as I hustle him from before view, with an unconcerning brush of my hand, to not distract my eye but a moment from yet again some meaningless endeavor playing before m

The sound of her voice cuts through the mayhem with such clarity, it is in but a fraction of a moment, when her cry has but just begun, that an immediate response is not only initiated, but can hardly be ignored. A Father can no less turn from the beckoning cries of His child then He can shut off His face from life itself. Resting within the sounds of such a sweet voice, is the essence of everything He loves about her, the very music of her mouth, the gentle tones filling son

But here I am, still rocking to the beat of a quiet clock ticking slowly in it’s own solitude beat, just beyond the walls of recognition. God is so a God of restoration, and for the heart that ask’s, He will but grant, if we have but the courage to face our giant’s and put back those fear of yesteryear’s. Who is such a man, that He would give such a gift as restoration to one but as foolish as I, for out of His loving hand passes only gifts of such unbelievable beauty and ten

A golden loaf of light browns and earthly tans, crusted flakes, out from the warmth that bursts from within. Light goes in, binds to the essence of the pure white grain that rest under the surface, wrapping it’s arms around the bread that will not give, but sustain life. Heat, warm light, God’s created gift of being presented to the body for the nourishing of its parts, given by God for all parts equally, needed and free with love. There is just a singe on the bottom where th

Waking in my bed, there is a breeze of a tender flower, softly blowing through the recesses of my mind, cool as the spring morning, gentle in her touch, a touch though I no longer can feel. As much as just a gentle weight that one places with gladness on his own heart, so place I myself the burden of the loss of the so dear part of me, unable to find, unable to replace. Can there be restoration for such a loss, when a part of you has been cut away, taken by an enemy that is a

Helmet on, Chest gear which includes a new and very secure Harness, Tools of action including many cams, nuts, quick draws, everything he needs to help with victory. Weapon of choice, the pickax grappling hook dangling securely from his belt. Oh one last thing, the thing he needs most to Shield against certain defeat, good strong and safe rope. Standing before the lone crest, is a solitary man looking up at the massive formation that looms ahead of him, so broad the arms of i

Before him stretched out on his left and right sides are lines of demon’s forming a line that is slowly converging on the our man’s path. Our hero knows without a doubt, that in his path straight ahead lies the Light, but as he gets further down the road, the demons on both sides get closer, as well as stronger in ranks and stature, until it is apparent that the forces on both sides of him are physically overwhelming. A guillotine waiting! Dark ominous creatures, spitting and

Walking in the wilderness, well what exactly would that entail? I have heard some people say for the Believer, wilderness is walking anywhere outside the promised land, and that may be the case, but a question that might baffle the mind is; how could the Children of God step into the wilderness, when they weren’t even in the promised land yet? Simple; I guess it depends on who they are and where they start from. Once salvation was granted, and the particular child has stepped

As I sit in the group of young believers in the beautiful mountain town of Pagosa Springs, I find us waiting patiently for the Lord to descend on this meager band. I say young, being from ages of mere adults to seventy plus years on this earth. I guess if we consider, we will all have endless millennium to yet live, even a seventy or so life span, would be but a blink in the totality of what is to come. First of all does He descend, as so many of us eager Christians have been