Weariness of Spirit

When our spirits grow weary, when it seems pointless to continue, when we are grieved to the point of losing hope, when He brings us to the very end of our last ounce of strength, when we feel we have nothing left to minister to anyone, He is calling us into a time of intimate communion. He desires us to learn an ever-deepening dependence on Him, completely letting go of any ability, talent, gift He has previously used through you to serve others.

I’m there.

I have no idea what is next. But, if it means more of Him, I’m in.

I’m very thankful Hannah sent me this link to Mike Bickle’s lesson on prayer. I needed it now, today.

Ten Prayers To Strengthen Our Inner Man

Notice that the notes for this lesson, if you’d like them, are included in a PDF link below the video window.

Deeper Still: A Link-Up in "Pages in Our Heritage of Faith"

I’m wired to want to know “Why?” Why do things happen a certain way? Why do people choose certain paths? Why these “plagues” on humanity? They aren’t random, interesting questions. They reflect the way the Lord programmed my spirit. To exercise my spiritual gift, I need to discern Truth. So He causes me to seek Truth, not surface issues, not indirect consequences, but the core issue underlying given situations and conditions. I’m such fun at dinner parties.  :)


Read the rest and link up here.

Joy Remained

It was eight years ago, today, that Mom went Home.

It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to even comprehend everything the Lord carried us through that year. I still praise Him for His Provision and Grace during that season in the life of our family.

Mom had Alzheimer’s.

Her body was still strong and healthy, though she no longer knew my name.

What remained is here . . .

The Wicked Freely Strut About

The lines become clearer everyday in the battle between good and evil.

There are so many stories of seemingly inexplicable malevolence bursting forth upon innocents.

The horror shakes us. We hold our children closely and wonder, even for a brief time, if we should ever again leave home.

How could anyone ever conceive of and execute a plan of such overt hatred and evil, to massacre strangers watching a movie?

We thought we were safe here. We thought this country afforded us protection from the mindless, faceless violence that ravages other parts of the world.

As a society, we scratch our heads in confused bewilderment. We look for someone, something to blame. It must be that people were mean to him, or his parents messed him up, or it’s the 2nd Amendment.

I. JUST. WANT. TO. SCREAM.

The rest is here. 

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"Do You Believe I Am Able To Do This?" A Link-Up in "Pages in Our Heritage of Faith"

Matthew 9:27 ff

New American Standard Bible (NASB)

As Jesus went on from there, two blind men followed Him, crying out, “Have mercy on us, Son of David!” When He entered the house, the blind men came up to Him, and Jesus said to them, “Do you believe that I am able to do this?” They said to Him, “Yes, Lord.” Then He touched their eyes, saying, “It shall be done to you according to your faith.” And their eyes were opened.

During our recent road trip, we listened to Ben Hur. (Blue Behemoth has lots of wonderful things to download, in case you need a long audiobook for an Epic Road Trip.) I had read it years ago and have seen the old movie version with Charlton Heston several times. You know how it is, though. A great story well told has so many facets, you see fresh perspectives and treasures with each new visit. That was the way it was for me, driving through Missouri and Kentucky and West Virginia, or wherever we were, mile after mile, listening afresh to things I had completely forgotten, or maybe not even noticed the first time through.

The rest of the telling is here . . .

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 14-THE END

Even though yesterday was LONG, when I woke up several hundred miles closer to home this morning than we had originally planned, I was SO thankful Kregg encouraged me to make it to Alvarado last night. The kids were thrilled to spend a few hours with their cousins.


The rest is at the new blog, here.

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 5

We spent the night in Philadelphia last night so we would be ready to start, bright and early, exploring the history of the city. Rebekah and Josh got to help raise the flag at Betsy Ross's House. Rebekah was so excited!


Here's the rest of the day.

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 4

We drove into Amish Country today, but our first stop was  Ephrata Cloister. It was fascinating. Begun the year George Washington was born, some of the buildings still contain the original "bones" and many original details. It was so interesting to hear about the founder and how he came to this spot, which was then the very edge of the frontier, to live alone and pursue his relationship with the Lord.


Read the rest at the Antbed, here. 

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 3

Today, we slept in a little later. It was needed. We left Louisville after finally deciding which route we would take into Pennsylvania. After talking to two young ladies at the hotel about our choices, we decided the southern route through Kentucky was the one for us. It was a gorgeous drive.


Find up where we ended up on Day 3 here.

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 2

The day began in Norman, Oklahoma. We left the hotel at 7 and headed northeast. This was to be our longest day of driving.


The rest of our journey is over at the new Antbed.

Epic Road Trip 2012: Day 1

Day 1 is just a warm up, we only drove 430 miles. We left home around 2 and drove to Abilene to pick Caleb up.


Continued at the new Antbed.

Worship: A Link-Up in "Pages in Our Heritage of Faith"

This kids are just stirring, and I realize it is Friday! We’ve been on the road so much lately, I’m having difficulty keeping up with what day of the week it is, and what was my name?

As we were driving along somewhere yesterday, we had listened to many chapters of Ben Hur on the ipod and we decided to listen to something else. Caleb wanted to choose one of his favorite artists: Phil Whickam. Good choice. It amazes me, though I guess it shouldn’t, how our Lord can draw us into worship whenever and wherever He chooses.

The rest is here, at the new blog.