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Bigger Than the Mountain

Posted in Beautiful Places, Photography, Prayer, Worship, tagged foretaste of heaven, hearing God, Mount Rainier, mountain top, Paradise, Sunrise on August 10, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Sunrise on Mount Rainier viewed across Reflection Lake.

I will finish my reminisce of my Mount Rainier weekend with today’s post.

It was a glorious experience hiking around the mountain. Any direction I looked there was stunning beauty. Invariably though my eyes always were drawn to the mountain. On both mornings I got into position before sunrise to capture the event in all it’s glory. Saturday at Reflection Lake was a bit less than I had hoped for due to my inexperience shooting in this type of lighting. The mist rising off the water was kinda cool, but it wasn’t until later in the morning that I got the Reflection Lake pic that had the light balance I wanted.

Mist rising off Reflection Lake about 5:30 am. It was in the low 50’s and not a cloud in the sky.

Waiting for sunrise at Reflection Lake.

A split density filter will be a next purchase for me to get the bright sunrise on the mountain and the darker reflection in the lake. I guess that means I have to come back.

The mountain’s reflection in the flower-filled shoreline.

The first kiss of sun on Mount Rainier’s peak viewed from Reflection Lake.

Seeing as in a mirror darkly.

After my hike up to the top of Plummer Peak I returned and got the Reflection shot I had hoped for earlier in the day.

Really cool pic of the peak in Reflection Lake.

Sunday at Sunrise delivered in excellent fashion.

Arriving at Sunrise Point about half an hour before sunrise, I found 20 or so people already awaiting with cameras and tripods ready. The glow advancing up the horizon was rich with color and promise.

Boosting my exposure brought distant peaks in the Cascade range into relief against the brightened sky.

I waited at Sunrise Point until almost sunrise, but the gathering crowd was not quite as interested in quiet and courteous reflection on the magnificent sunrise so I moved a little closer to the mountain and set up in a lonely pull-off on the final approach to Sunrise parking area.

Here I greeted the sun as it gently dawned on the peak and slid down the glacier-covered slope.

About two minutes before first sun on the crest.

Sunrise has arrived to the peak.

Sunrise on the Mountain.

The sunshine walks down the mountainside.

A few folks I met later who were out on the trail through the night said they could see the lights of the mountain climbers in the darkness up at the peak.

Dawn breaks in a wondrous display of color.

Who needs words – the pictures speak for themselves.

The last of the golden glow shots as the sun crests the horizon and the light brightens.

Morning has arrived and I head to the trails above Sunrise.

The next pics are of some of the wildflowers and fields aflame with living color. I talked with a few people and they expressed disappointment that the flowers are so far ahead of their normal schedule and many have already peaked. While I accept their local knowledge, I couldn’t let their disappointment cause me to miss the riot of color and life bursting from meadow and rocky ledge alike.

View east over Burroughs #1 to the Cascades.

Hardy ground cover leaps to life when the snows melt to take advantage of the 3 month or so growing season.

Locals told me the flower display was less than normal, however to a first time visitor the many hues interspersed amongst the rocks, boulders, and occasional fir trees was both delicate and dramatic.

The growing season is short and the soil was not much to look at, but the flowers they did sprout.

I could count about a dozen or so different flowers.

This little flower was like many I saw. Although it didn’t look like it should be here, it is and it flourishes.

After hiking around Paradise on Saturday, I stopped at the Grove of the Patriarchs near the Steven’s Canyon entrance into the Park. The Grove is a stand of ancient Western Cedar, Douglas Fir, and Western Hemlock on an island in the middle of the Ohanapecosh River. Being isolated on the island has allowed these trees to avoid both the ravages of fire and the loggers saw. Some of the trees are 1000 years old and 10 feet in diameter. This is a very easy hike, flat and well-shaded. No vistas, stunning views, or challenging climbs, but sometimes a few moments spent in quiet reflection amongst giants is a welcome diversion.

Rounding out my time on Rainier with pics from my morning at Sunrise and on Burroughs Mountain. These are in reverse order of my hike.

My last view of Mount Rainier as I am almost back to the parking area at the Sunrise Visitor Center.

Shadow Lake

This was a campground in the 1920’s on Shadow Lake at Sunrise.

Shadow Lake in Sunrise.

This waterfall is on the side of Goat Island Mountain and is one of the beginnings of the White River.

Close up of the bottom of Emmons Glacier.

View toward Sourdough Ridge across the Sunrise meadows.

Every spring as the snow melts the creeks and rivers rise dramatically scouring the stream beds and carrying rocks, trees, and boulders further and further downstream. The stream bed looks grey and fairly ugly now, but just a few months earlier it was a raging torrent of great power. This is the White River.

View east along the Sunrise Rim Trail back to the road into Sunrise and Sunrise Point.

In the right side of the picture it appears that the stream emerges from a cave. That’s actually the bottom of the Emmons Glacier and the stream is the primary source of the White River. The grey color is due to all the rocks lying on the glacier ice.

As I walked on the Sunrise Rim Trail here I realized a slip could easily result in a 1000 foot or more tumble.

Notice the glacier colored lake in the valley next to the White River.

The Sunrise Rim Trail was nice because it was primarily all downhill. As the name implies you are on the edge of the high meadow where it falls off dramatically to the valley where the Inter Fork and the White Rivers flow.

While the terrain was very tundra like, it did not lack for brilliant patches of color like this one.

A resting spot in the middle of the Sunrise Rim Trail on Burroughs #1.

Trail back down from Burroughs #2.

The waters of Emmons Glacier form the White River which is the valley about a mile below where I was standing. On my drive out I essentially followed this river all the way to where it entered Commencement Bay about a mile from my hotel in Tacoma. I estimate the river length to be about 100 miles since it flows east off the mountain before turning north and then west to the sea.

The waters of Emmons Glacier form the White River which is the valley about a mile below where I was standing. On my drive back to Tacoma I essentially followed this river all the way to where it entered Commencement Bay about a mile from my hotel in Tacoma. I estimate the river length to be about 100 miles since it flows east off the mountain before turning north and then west to the sea.

At the top of Burroughs Mountain, Peak #2. I turned around here and headed back down the Sunrise Rim Trail.

Phlox growing wild on the side of Burroughs Mountain.

Even though the conditions are brutal for much of the year, chipmunks were in abundance wherever I hiked.

More evidence of the lava flow from eras gone by.

Interesting rock formations on the north side of Burroughs Mountain.

Burroughs Mountain Trail up to Burroughs #2 – the second peak of Burroughs Mountain.

Signpost where the Sunrise Rim Trail meets the Burroughs Mountain Trail.

An unnamed lake beside the Wonderland Trail below the Burroughs Mountain Trail.

Frozen Lake which is almost always still frozen at this time of year, but not in 2015.

View from near the top of Burroughs #1 toward Frozen Lake. The peak in the top left is Mount Fremont.

Notice that the Burroughs Mountain terrain is much like the Tundra from areas much further north.

View toward Emmons Glacier from the Sourdough Ridge Trail.

I am so thankful for the time I got to spend in one of the world’s most beautiful places. I am thankful the weather was excellent and that I was able to pack a lot of into the 2 days or so. And when I say I am thankful, I address that partially to my wife who was okay with my staying over the weekend away from home, the folks I work with who gave me plenty of good advice and practical tips, and most of all the One Who made it all possible… from creating it in the first place to providing the wonderful weather to giving me a job that allowed me to do this.

View from my hotel while in Tacoma.

One final thought. As I got into my hotel room I looked out the window back to the mountain and I sensed the Lord whisper, “I’m bigger than the mountain.”

That phrase is richer with meaning for me now. I have been to the mountain and stood in awe of it’s size, it’s beauty, it’s grandeur – but I know God is so much bigger.

I followed the trip to the mountain with a trip to Gauntlet X, our youth event at Daytona Beach which I wrote about in my last post. Many of those in attendance had / have mountains in their life – but God is bigger than those mountains. Many had the mountains in their life removed, while others were given God’s perspective that made their mountain shrink.

I have had mountains in my life, the latest one was an unexpected job loss that left me with some big questions. This weekend was a resounding affirmation that my Heavenly Father not only knows where I am and what is going on in me, He is working it for my ultimate good. (Romans 8:28)

I don’t know where you are now in your relationship with God, but I can say with absolute confidence, God is bigger than your mountain. Ask Him to help you and He will. Please don’t hesitate. If you don’t know Him in a tangible and real way, then that is the first step. Ask the Lord to make Himself known to you and then open your heart to Him. Just speak to Him and God will hear and He will meet you at your point of need.

Also, I would consider it an honor to join you in prayer. Just drop me a comment and I will respond.

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Wildlife Bonanza

Posted in Beautiful Places, God, God Stories, Photography, Worship, tagged faith building, fox, hearing God, holy spirit, joy, marmot, meditation, mountain goat, mountain top, Prayer, wild animal pictures, worship on July 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »

One of the thrills of my Mount Rainier trip was all the wildlife that I got to see and capture in my pics. I shared a few stories already on Facebook, but now I have the pics that go with those stories.

I had never seen a Marmot before, but my experience this weekend would lead me to believe they are pretty common. I think I saw six different ones and got pictures of several. The most intriguing thing was that for two of them, I slipped up on them unaware and I got pictures of them gazing out over the beautiful view from their mountain top perches. The first was on Saturday morning shown below.

Coming down the mountain I happened upon this Marmot taking in the scenery. I happened upon a similar scene in Sunrise the next day.

Even the Marmots appreciate the wonder of God’s creation. This fellow was on a rock outcropping on the side of Pinnacle Peak gazing out toward Mount Rainier.

As I moved down the trail this fellow slipped down into the brush on the side of the mountain and began picking fruit off the plants.

One of several Marmots I got pictures of while hiking. Early mornings are the best time to view the wildlife.

After taking this picture I looked around to see if I could identify what he was eating. I saw what appeared to be blueberries and in my enthusiasm I quickly picked one and popped it in my mouth. As it entered my mouth I realized I really didn’t know what it was I was about to ingest, so I quickly spit it out. Visions of me writhing in the middle of a mountain trail because I had eaten a poisonous berry freaked me out just a little.

As I headed down the mountain I got into the forest and I came upon a couple stopped by the trail eating something. The woman about my age asked me if I had eaten my share of blueberries. THEY WERE BLUEBERRIES!

A juicy, sweet mid-morning snack along the trail.

It was an absolute delight finding the blueberries ripe and within reach all along the lower part of the trail.

Finding the blueberries almost put me into sensory overload. All five of my physical senses had been saturated.

The sights were phenomenal as I have tried to capture with these pictures.

The smell of the forest of fir and spruce brought on nostalgic thoughts of Christmas.

From the howling of the coyotes to the crunch of rocks underfoot to the bird song all along the trail my ears were filled with the sounds of nature. What was missing was the man-made noise of cars and machines that so often fill our lives. The deep stretches of quiet were also a welcome respite to my sense of hearing which had become numb from the ever-present sounds of civilization.

The chill morning air that caused my hands to seek my pockets or rub together was the first of many times my sense of touch was stirred. Sitting on the mountain top a gentle breeze caressed my sweating brow. As the day wore on and the miles hiked mounted, even the sore muscles reminded me I was doing something special.

So the blueberries were just icing on the cake. The term ‘bursting with flavor’ literally came true as I snagged a second and then a third handful of plump berries and popped them in my mouth.

While I saw other marmots and lots of chipmunks through the day on Saturday, nothing prepared me for the 30 minute window early Sunday morning. I took the trail from Sunrise up to the Sourdough Ridge and Wonderland Trail. I started a little before 6 am.

The visitor center and parking lot at Sunrise on the northeast side of Mount Rainier.

I had my eyes peeled looking for wildlife. I had come upon a nice herd of elk in the dark as I was driving up the mountain so I was already primed. I scanned the beautiful valleys on either side of the trail as I headed toward Burroughs Mountain.

I kept expecting to see a herd of elk or deer stroll across one of the meadows below me.

I did not see them, but at about the same time of the morning that coyotes were howling on the trail in front of me on Saturday, one or two raised a cry somewhere down close to the lake in this picture. I waited for a few minutes to see if they might break into the open, but they never did.

Coyotes began howling down around that lake a mile or so away.

After this I was on high alert. My head was on a swivel looking for wildlife. In fact I switched to my “big” lens to reach out and capture close up pics if possible. Shortly after the coyotes howled, as I approached the end of the Sourdough trail I saw movement ahead that appeared to be about the size of a dog. I snapped pics thinking that a coyote had crossed in front of me but the exposure was all wrong as the fleeting shape was lost in the shadow while my camera adjusted exposure to the light beyond.

Balancing rock above the trail. I saw movement sink across the trail ahead of me just after taking this pic.

Balancing rock above the trail. I saw movement slink across the trail ahead of me just after taking this pic.

I cautiously moved through the area where the “coyote” had slipped across the trail. I thought that I should be able to see him since the area opened up into the wide open, tundra-like topography of Burroughs Mountain.

Oddly enough I bumped into the Manager of the plant where I am working out on the trail just a few minutes after this.

My friend trail running early in the morning at Sunrise.

We chatted a bit and then I turned to point back where I had just come from and the direction he was heading to tell him to keep his eyes open for a coyote. And this is what we saw.

We at first thought this was a coyote that for some reason was following me.

We walked toward him to make him decide whether he wanted to take on both of us. Instead he decided since we weren’t going to get out of his way on the trail, he would just go around us.

I believe he had caught a chipmunk just before I noticed him. I had come upon him quick enough that he slipped into cover in the few trees there so I passed by. But he had a home down the trail and we were simply in his way. I was surprised at his total lack of fear of us.

With the big lens on I continued up the path. I stopped at one point a few minutes later to change lenses to my smaller lens to take landscapes, but I felt a prompting to leave on the big lens.

Now let me interject briefly. I do not think I am special above anyone else. I am just a guy who loves the Lord and in my imperfect way, I try to follow and obey Him as best I can. However I do believe that God loves His children and enjoys our taking delight in Him and His creation. I personally believe God loves to hear His children laugh. So when I, in joyful exuberance, asked the Lord for some good pics of wildlife, I had faith I would get those shots. Now that was about 5 minutes before the encounter with the fox. So when I got the nudge to leave on the big lens, I did. As I tightened the big lens on my camera I looked up at the ridge overhead and this is what I saw.

Mountain goats above me on Burroughs Mountain #1.

At this point I am thanking the Father for the simple and fun blessings He has given me. But He was not through yet. About 5 minutes later I looked down the slope and there is a family of mountain goats.

Family of Mountain Goats on the side of Burroughs 1

At this point I was just plain thrilled. I remember telling the Lord, I was satisfied, that He had provided more than I had hoped for. But the surprises weren’t through quite yet. As I finally neared the top of Burroughs 1 I happened to look up. And there on an outcropping overlooking the broad valley below was a Marmot enjoying the view.

My first thought was, I guess humans aren’t the only ones who can appreciate a beautiful view.

Here is the view he was gazing at.

It was funny to me. The Marmot reminded me of Mr Beaver in the CS Lewis book, “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe”. In the land of Narnia the animals talk. As the shutter on my camera snapped, the Marmot turned to look at me as if to say, “Why are you disturbing my morning meditation?” To which I apologized and quietly moved on.

Psalm 104 perfectly fit this day.

Verse 1 “Praise the LORD, my soul.

LORD my God, you are very great;

you are clothed with splendor and majesty.”

Verse 18 says “The high mountains belong to the wild goats;

the crags are a refuge for the hyrax.”

Verse 24 “How many are your works, LORD!

In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.”

The final verses sum it up.

27 All creatures look to you

to give them their food at the proper time.

28 When you give it to them,

they gather it up;

when you open your hand,

they are satisfied with good things.

29 When you hide your face,

they are terrified;

when you take away their breath,

they die and return to the dust.

30 When you send your Spirit,

they are created,

and you renew the face of the ground.

31 May the glory of the Lord endure forever;

may the Lord rejoice in his works—

32 He who looks at the earth, and it trembles,

who touches the mountains, and they smoke.

33 I will sing to the Lord all my life;

I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.

34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,

as I rejoice in the Lord.

35 But may sinners vanish from the earth

and the wicked be no more.

Praise the Lord, my soul.

Praise the Lord.

If you like the pics stay tuned for at least one more installment of Mount Rainer pics. Sunrise over Sunrise was absolutely magnificent. Pictures can’t fully capture it, but they do a pretty good job. Until next time, look to the LORD and enjoy His gracious mercy and love.

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Barnabas – Son of Encouragement

Posted in Church, God, God Stories, Responsibility, Service, Spiritual Growth, tagged calling, Discipleship, encouragement, fasting, grace, hearing God, joy, spirituality, work on July 1, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Do you have a specific calling from the Lord? All followers of Jesus have the great commission which applies to the Church universal and we each have a gift or gifts that God has given us for the proclamation of the Gospel and the edification of the Church. However, I suspect that many of us are uncertain whether we have a specific calling from the Lord. You see, this morning it just became very clear to me what my calling is even though I have been a follower of Jesus since 1983. The fact that I just received this crystal clarity doesn’t mean I have not walked in my calling. As I think of the times in my life that I have felt the most joyful, the most fulfilled, they have been when I was walking in my calling. Before I go further I will tell you that my calling is to be an Encourager.

Looking back on one of my formative God stories I realize that God spoke the call to me, but I concentrated on the wrong part of the word He gave. In May or June of 1989 I awoke in the middle of the night knowing God was present. I slipped out of bed and onto my knees ready to pray for whatever burden the Lord put on my heart. But no desperate need arose for me to pray about. I remember thinking / praying, “What is it Lord?” Then I heard Him speak to my heart. “I am going to have you say special things to special people. And to prove it, I’m going to take care of your house today.”

For years I have paid more attention to the miraculous provision God made in providing a home for us out of the blue the next day. But I am struck this morning by the truth of the calling captured in that first sentence. “I am going to have you say special things to special people.”

A few years later I experienced another profound revelation from the Lord. I was feeling led to undertake a three day fast for the first time. As I pondered this, a friend who attended a Pentecostal church approached me at work one day and said, “Dan, during worship in our service last night, the pastor had a word for you. He said if you will fast for three days on water only, then the Lord will show you what you are to do.” I was blown away. Until that time, I had not mentioned to anyone what I was considering. So during Holy Week that year I undertook a three day fast. I will never forget it. Most importantly I did receive a clear message from the Lord. Funny thing, it was while I was mowing the lawn on Saturday toward the end of the fast. The Lord said, “I have not called you to be a preacher and I have not called you to be a teacher, I have called you to be a man of prayer. You will preach and you will teach, but first and foremost I have called you to be a man of prayer.”

You see I had the notion I was waiting for God to call me into the ordained ministry. I loved Him. I thrilled at reading and sharing the Word. And I desperately wanted people to experience the new life in Christ, the abundant life in Christ that I had found. My vision of calling and ministry was fairly narrow and was confined to becoming a minister in a church. Even as my understanding grew, I did not grasp the fact that I had a calling and, with some degree of consistency, I was walking it out.

So the point of today is simple. God has a general calling on your life which is to honor and glorify Him, but He also has a specific call on your life. The following steps will help you find your specific calling.

1) Begin by asking Him to guide you and use you. As you lean on and trust in Him, He will lead you to your calling.

2) What are you passionate about? What brings you the greatest joy? For myself and for many others, we are most alive and impassioned when we are doing what God has created us to do.

3) What are you good at? The talents we possess are gifts from God. They are given to us, first and foremost, to glorify Him. They generally also help to provide for us, although that is not always true. An example comes to mind. Early in my faith walk, I told God I would gladly go into the mission field. I pictured using my engineering skills during the day to help people in a third world country build wells and construct homes by day followed by bible studies and preaching at night. But the call for me to actually go into foreign missions has not yet come. It seems likely to me that one of the reasons is my struggle with languages. For some, like our youngest children and my cousin Richard, languages come very easy, but not for me. In lieu of actually going overseas on foreign missions, we have been able to support and encourage others who have that calling.

4) What do other people compliment you on? Sorry, while this can include your mother, it has to be more than just her. When we walk in our giftedness, it will bless others and some of those people will let you know. I am not talking about stroking our vanity, but words of affirmation that we are doing what we are supposed to be doing.

Our calling will in some way support the Great commission – the growth and building up of Christ’s body in the earth. Don’t limit this to just the preaching and teaching of the Word though. I know God is the great physician who ultimately heals us, however He most often uses doctors and health professionals to be His agents of that healing. The difference between a person who is walking in their calling as a medical professional and a person who does not recognize what they do as a ministry is the motivation. One seeks to minister to people and meet their needs through God’s strength and provision. The other does not have this foundational truth driving them. I have heard of doctors who pray with their patients through the healing process. To me that is a great indicator that they are walking in their calling.

Just because you have a specific calling does not mean that these are the only ways God will use you. He is the omnipotent Creator of the universe. If you are available and obedient He is more than able to give you the grace in any and every situation you find yourself. However, recognizing your calling and seeking to put yourself into positions to grow and use the talents you have is a sure path to fulfillment in God’s amazing economy.

Have a blessed day today and may you flourish in the place where God puts you.

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Scars Aren’t All Bad

Posted in God, God Stories, Holy Spirit, Marriage, Prayer, Vision, tagged broken legs, hearing God, holy spirit, hope, marriage, Prayer, scars, tangible change on May 8, 2015| Leave a Comment »

This morning as my wife and I finished our devotion we moved into prayer for friends and family who are going through serious challenges. In particular we prayed for couples who are striving to reconcile their marriages after betrayal and hurt.

A picture that came to mind as we were praying is that of a deep wound that must heal from the inside out. I spoke with a friend recently who has suffered a very serious injury losing the ends of three fingers. The doctors are leaving one of the wounds open so that it will heal properly – from the inside out. Coming back to the picture that came to mind as we were praying, I believe that this was a word the Lord gave of what has to happen in these couples we know although it is true of anyone who has suffered deep hurt. The emotional wound has to have time to heal. Words and superficial actions will not bring the healing that we truly need to be made whole.

In a marriage a demonstrated commitment is essential for this healing. Practical steps in this are striving to know and understand our spouse better and better, seeking to understand and speak our spouse’s love language, putting our spouse and their needs before our own, and walking in the character trifecta of openness, honesty, and integrity. These same truths apply to other relationships as well, but marriage is indeed a common relationship crucible for many of us. Sadly, for many marriages the refining fire beneath the crucible doesn’t have to get too hot before the majority of what we have built our life upon becomes ash. Yet through this God is able to build something truly valuable with the little that is left and adding His all-sufficiency.

You see I know this from personal experience. My wife and I celebrated 30 years of marriage last month. As I look back I can honestly say that over those 30 years we have had 29+ years of very good to amazingly great love and life together. But there have been times… A little over three years ago our relationship had become quite strained. My job had me on the road 70% of the time. Lisa was focusing more and more on her career and when I came home looking to be pampered a little bit (okay maybe I was looking for a lot of pampering) Lisa was about used up from all the extra she was having to do. Our communication suffered and frankly the love was a rather dim ember at that time. Even the close friendship that we have always shared was being severely tested. At Christmas we had booked a condo in Orlando assuming Sammy’s soccer team would be playing soccer between Christmas and New Years as they had done for four years previously. Surprise, they decided not to play in that tournament and yet I had the condo rented. The short story is it was not the relaxing time to refresh and rejuvenate that I had hoped for. In fact we now refer to it as the “vacation from hell.” That is not a direct reflection on Orlando necessarily, but more on our heart condition at the time.

Driving back from that vacation I was secretly looking forward to work and being be back out on the road. I had scheduled to be gone for the first seven weeks of 2012. Six days later we were racing to the emergency room with Lisa’s left leg just above the ankle sitting at a grotesque angle. It was a compound, open fracture of both bones a little above the ankle. A week in the hospital, three surgeries, 12 weeks with no weight on the ankle and multiple PT sessions later Lisa is able to walk and generally has regained most of her mobility. In a previous post I have written about our walk through this time. It’s a particularly moving read called “Broken Legs, Mended Hearts.”

I allude to this story today because one of the residuals from this is a serious scar around Lisa’s leg where the tissue was so seriously damaged. Two things the doctor later told us that we look to as a testament of God’s grace. First when he first saw Lisa’s leg he estimated he had a 50/50 chance of saving it. Yet her healing progressed very well. In fact he seemed very pleased and even a little surprised at how well she recovered. Second at her one year check up he fully released her telling her to listen to her leg and let pain and discomfort tell her how much to do. (Oh he did forbid her from swinging on rope swings too.) But he also said, that a break as bad as hers 50 years earlier often proved fatal. The bones were shattered into so many small pieces and the wound was a terrible thing.

As we finished our prayer time and I shared the picture that I had used in praying for our friends, Lisa thought of her leg and pointed to her scar. And she said that deep wounds can leave bad scars. She was mostly right, but I don’t see her scar as bad. To some it may not be pretty, but to me it reminds me of Gods abundant grace. Lisa lived. Lisa kept her leg and she has most of her mobility. Our marriage was healed because when Lisa broke her leg, God broke my heart. Our oldest daughter who had been estranged from us for a time not only came rushing back to be with her mama, she gave her life to the living God. She will live with God in His kingdom and the catalyst for her final step to this decision was Lisa’s broken leg.

One final thought. I went for a run after we finished our devotion. I love to run and I had stopped for a couple of months, so it was exhilarating to get back out there. But I don’t run for the sake of running. I run so I can talk with the Lord. He did not disappoint. I pick up small rocks as mementos of the places we’ve travelled. (Lisa is wrapping up a business meetings here in Myrtle Beach as I write this post.) You may agree with Lisa and think it’s a little weird, but I have found a few other persons who share this weirdness. Anyway I am on the return leg of this long run and I have picked up a couple good rock candidates for my collection when I feel the Lord speak to me to stop and look for a rock. Now I like fossil rocks or intricate design rocks or even pretty rocks – something that stands out. So as I stand by this puddle I am thinking, “Are you going to show me a gold nugget or something Lord?” And I started looking for something special. But the Lord said, “Look in the muck and mire. Look for the dirty and overlooked. Get the rock that looks the least appealing.” So I looked and sure enough there was a little, ugly black rock. I picked it up and as I evaluated it I decided it is a possibly a small piece of shell encased in a little bit of asphalt. I thought, “Wow, no gold nugget here.” To which the Holy Spirit immediately replied, “Everything can be redeemed!” My mind went to the description of the heavenly city described in Revelation of the streets of gold and I realized that streets of gold will have an underlayment that support them and keep them strong, flat, and beautiful. An underlayment that can include little pieces of shell encrusted in small chunks of asphalt.

Friend, I do not believe you are reading this by accident. I feel that the Lord has a message of hope for the world that He will get out through as many means as possible. This message is meant for you and perhaps a loved one or friend. God loves you, He can bring about the deep healing that is needed, scars aren’t always bad, and everything can be redeemed. That about sums it up for this morning.

Have a blessed day. And be a blessing to someone God puts in your path or on your heart today.

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Best of Times

Posted in God, Vision, tagged best is yet to come, best of times, faith, hearing God, hope, mountain top, valley, vision on April 16, 2015| Leave a Comment »

Recently I heard some guys reminiscing about our high school days and one of them commented with a sigh, “Those were the best of times.” I’ve pondered that a good bit since then wondering is that true in any sense of the phrase. While this becomes a reality for some this absolutely does not have to be true. One of our slogans at church is “The Best is Yet to Come.” I believe that. Not because I am locked into a positive-thinking mindset. (Although I do see this is better than a negative-thinking mindset.) But because God’s Word promises this. Also I have seen what happens to people who are fixated upon the past. They usually have a wreck in their immediate future. It’s like trying to drive while constantly looking in the rear view mirror. It doesn’t work for very long before you are piled up into a tree.

Sadly for some, perhaps many, the high school days are the high point of life. The freedoms most of us enjoy during high school are significant and growing. The responsibilities most of us have are generally much less than what we will encounter a little later in life. Finally, there’s the “small pond” effect. You do not have to be really big to be the biggest fish in the pond. In a similar manner, in high school it is easier to be the “star” because of the small population. I experienced that. In high school I had my accolades, but when I got to college I disappeared into the mass of humanity just trying to figure things out. Until I connected with a small group that helped give me an identity, I was invisible.

While I am ready to move on to the wonderful promises the Lord for His children, I’m reminded that there are many variations on the theme “those were the best of times”. The marriage that started strong and somehow lost its way and ended… the promising career that crashed… the health and vitality that drained away in sickness and ill-health… the era of raising a family that gives way to scattered family in distant reaches with infrequent contact. The reality is life changes and it ebbs and flows over time. Not every experience is a mountain top. And every mountain top does not have to be big and dramatic. Our two year old grandson loves his grandpa. At the moment we get to see him a lot. When he hears me come in he charges to me with his arms raised and a big grin to give me a hug. I realize I am very fortunate that I get small “Best of Times” reminders like that pretty often right now. Don’t miss this though. I could miss them. If I did not respond with the same warmth and love that Jasper shows to me, I am pretty sure I would lose this wonderful gift.

There is a reason I recognize this small “Best of Times” gift. I know my Father loves me and He wants the best for me. Actually He wants the best for every one of His children. In fact His offer of adoption is available to everyone and He wants to shower us all with His love. Some of His love and grace already falls upon those who have not yet come to Him. The country we live in enjoys freedoms and prosperity perhaps greater than any country ever has. And it goes back to the grand experiment of our founding fathers who built this nation upon Judeo-Christian beliefs. If we have eyes to see, if we take time to really see, we can perceive many ways that small blessings come our way. Why is this important? If you are in a valley time, and they happen to all of us, you are not meant to remain there. An important step in getting out of the valley is to keep looking up, keep seeking a way up, keep praying for a path up. God wants us to go forward, to come on up. If we get stuck wallowing in regret, self-pity, and blaming, we look down and back rather than forward and upward. God’s desire is to bring us through the valley to even higher ground than we were on before. The world, the flesh, and the devil conspire to keep us stuck in the valley. Choose the higher ground and keep striving.

Fortunately God has given us a guidebook, the Bible, which has numerous passages that affirm this desire for us to keep progressing unto more Best of Times. Jeremiah 29:11 was written to the Jewish exiles in Babylon, but the Lord also had it written for us. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” The prophet Isaiah was also God’s mouthpiece to the Jews 2700 years ago and to us today. In one of the valleys that the Lord brought me through, Isaiah 41:10 became a life verse. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” If we keep our focus looking back or looking at what we have lost we will miss the good things that God has ahead of us. How do I know God has good things ahead? Well I take Jesus at His word. In John 10:10 He tells us, “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they (that is His followers) may have life, and have it to the full.” Another translation says it “that they may have abundant life.” Either way it fits my description of the “Best of Times”.

The final reason I am certain that as good as it gets here it still falls short of what the future holds, is because this is not my home. Our final destination is with God in heaven. Now I won’t claim to know what it is totally like, but occasionally I believe the Lord has given me hints. On the gorgeous late spring day when everything conspires to be absolutely beautiful, the Lord whispers, “It’s better than this.” When I have gotten to some breath-taking vista and I am admiring the view thinking how absolutely amazing it is, I hear Him say, “This is just a foretaste…” When my heart is light and bubbly because of the love one of my children or wife has blessed me with, I sense the Lord say, “I love you more than this.” WOW!

I am thrilled to be on this journey of life. The hope, anticipation, and excitement of what lies ahead is truly bubbling inside me at this very moment. I look out the window to the grey threatening sky of an unusually brisk spring morning and my heart is thrilled because there are sunny days, beautiful vistas, and a heavenly home filled with God’s unfathomable love ahead. Truly the Best is Yet to Come!

I pray that wherever you are, whatever you are going through, that the Father will give you a foretaste of the “Best is Yet to Come” He has in store for you. I know of some family and friends who are walking through challenging times. I pray that you will be encouraged as God provides tangible support to you through this time. For others who may be in the doldrums, which constitute a fair amount of our life, I encourage you to see and enjoy the little glimpses of the “The Best” He puts in your path. Be encouraged. He has no forgotten you or forsaken you.

Final thought. The way Jasper responds to me and to his daddy is a picture of how we can respond to our heavenly Father if we want to bless Him. My heart soars when this little guy comes running to me with joy on his face just wanting to be in my arms. I think our heavenly Father’s heart desires the same from us.

Have a wonderful day. Be blessed and be a blessing!

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Most Powerful

Posted in God, Holy Spirit, Jesus Christ, Prayer, Responsibility, The Father, tagged hearing God, holy spirit, intercession, mind of Christ, power, Prayer, war on March 1, 2015| Leave a Comment »

The unbridled pursuit of power has resulted in destruction and carnage throughout history. Actions resulting from the struggle for power and domination headline the news today. Whether it is Iran pursuing nuclear capability, ISIS striving to extend its realm of influence, or political leaders in the US seeking to push their agenda, the wielding of power comes at a great price. Following these three conflicts too closely has a power of its own. It is easy to be overwhelmed by the magnitude of the real and potential consequences of these conflicts. All three of these headline-dominating topics fall short of the most powerful force in the universe though. And that makes all the difference. That of course is the power of God available to and through His children through intercessory prayer. From Ephesians 1:19b and following. “That power is the same as the mighty strength He exerted when He raised Christ from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come.”

The point today is not to spend a lot of time discussing God’s power. From creating the universe, raising Jesus from the dead, and guiding the fledgling Church from 12 frightened disciples to the worldwide instrument of good that it is today – His credentials are solid. Ultimate power resides in the Lord God Almighty. I have been stirred lately that the Lord has a message for the Church today that we have a role to play in releasing His power in our day. And that comes when we enter into intercessory prayer.

Prayer is simply communication with God. It is meant to be a dialogue. It is not meant to be a rote recitation of sacred words. It is not meant to be an obligation we dutifully fulfill. It is a conversation between two parties who love and respect each other. God condescends to meet us where we are. And through our time together He lifts us bit by bit to a higher place. The more time spent with God in intimate fellowship, the less the cares and worries of this world hold and control us. This intimacy is flooded with the Word of God. Repeatedly the scriptures come to mind as I fellowship with the Father. This is a primary way the Lord will speak to us. He makes His Word come alive in our hearts. The end result is that more and more we transformed and the mind of Christ takes shape within us.

As we spend time together with the Father, His desires become our desires. This is where intercessory prayer begins. It is as simple as longing for and expressing God’s desires into being through our lives and with our mouth. We ask for those things that God desires to see happen in the world.

Jesus modeled this in His ministry. He would begin the day in time alone with the Father. He would then come down with purpose and launch into the day’s activity. His prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane is instructive. He knew what God’s plan was long before he entered that final private time with the Father. He had foreshadowed to the disciples what was going to happen on numerous occasions. Yet when the time actually arrived His disciples didn’t recognize it. Jesus himself agonized over what was to take place offering up one more petition for a Plan B. He even asked, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” He communed with His Father consistently. He understood what the Father’s plan was. He acted upon it and He spoke it into being. In John chapter 17 Jesus begins with a brief petition for Himself and then intercedes for His disciples and then all who would become believers. Through His obedience the world was forever changed and lives continue to be transformed to this day … salvation, deliverance, healing, restoration, death to life all through Jesus’ life, death, and faithful obedience to the Father.

When Jesus ascended into heaven He promised to send the Holy Spirit to the Church. The Holy Spirit is God living and abiding in the believer. He is our counselor who always points the way to Jesus and the Father. Jesus speaks to who the Holy Spirit is and what He will do in John chapters 14 – 16. In John 14:12 Jesus tells His disciples, “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” Jesus is passing on His mantle to whoever believes in me. That is us! And that is amazing!!

One of the less visible, but vitally crucial roles God has given the church is that of intercessory prayer. Missionaries are absolutely dependent upon the financial support from home to continue their work. I would argue that it is an even greater need for the prayer support from home to remain unceasing. The same God who was able to put a coin into the mouth of a fish for Peter and Jesus’ taxes is the same God who will meet the needs of a missionary in the field if the intercessory prayer is taking place.

Rees Howell was the President of the Bible College of Wales during WWII. His greatest calling though was that of an intercessor. During the war there were numerous times when the Holy Spirit would lay the burden of intercession heavy upon Mr. Howell. One instance the burden was so great that He was moved to cancel classes and call for the entire school to enter into intercessory prayer. As the hours marched on, hundreds of students and faculty were on their face before God, interceding for God’s hand of protection upon those in great peril. At times the mood in the chapel would shift as the Lord’s Spirit impressed the urgency of the situation upon the group gathered together. Late at night the Holy Spirit let Rees know the work was completed. A few days later news came from Italy of a miraculous intervention as the Allies moved across the Island of Sicily. The Allies were surrounded and facing certain annihilation. Reinforcements were not going to arrive in time and the German and Italian bombardment was taking a tremendous toll. It was simply a matter of time before the outgunned Allied soldiers were decimated. The commanders had considered surrender, but decided to hold until they could hold no longer which wouldn’t be long. Suddenly and inexplicably the bombardment stopped. The bombing ceased in the night at exactly the time that the word was given to the intercessors that their immediate work was through.

Now this begs the question – does God take sides in a conflict? The answer is simple. God is Holy and He is His own. We need to seek His face, grow in our intimacy with Him and then we join His side. In the present conflict with ISIS, just like in World War II there is a very clear evil at work on one side of the conflict. While it is surprising that a clear plan of action has not come forward to deal with ISIS this simply means we still have time to intercede. You and I are called to pray the desires of God into existence. He wants us to partner with Him in the redemption of the world and intercession is one of the ways we do that.

Go back to Ephesians where we started. Pick it up at Ephesian 1:18 – 19a. “I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints, and His incomparably great power for us who believe.” Friends I encourage you to ask God to put a burden on your heart to join Him in intercession. Consider a healthy dis-satisfaction with evil as a starting place and ask God to give you the words and perseverance to pray through. When He does launch into it with all you are. When we do we are tying into God’s incomparable great power for us who believe.

Be blessed and be a blessing to those the Father puts in your path and on your heart today.

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Prayer, Power to Transform

Posted in God Stories, Prayer, tagged faith building, hearing God, mind of Christ, Prayer, Transformation on March 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Why do we pray? The first time we pray is usually based upon our need and our inability to fulfill that need. It is a cry for help not unlike an infant who can do nothing for themself and must have someone else tend to all their needs. However just like that infant that grows and matures, so to our prayer, or more correctly our life, should grow and mature as we continue to live connected to God our heavenly Father. I believe the most important purpose of prayer is not the fulfillment of our specific prayer needs, but transformation. The consistent, progressive development of the mind of Christ. 2Corinthian 3:18 says, “And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.”

Prayer is our on-going communication with God who is our Father. For me the imagery of God as Father is full and rich as I was blessed with a wonderful dad who loved, taught, corrected, coached, and poured life into us all the while looking toward the day when I would be a man and father in my own right. While not everyone is fortunate enough to have an earthly father who modeled traits that forshadowed our heavenly Father, that does not limit God. The bible also says He is a friend who sticks closer than a brother and He is a wonderful counselor. The point is that God is able to meet us wherever we are and relate to us in a manner that begins the transformation process inside us. That process begins as we begin that conversation with Him called prayer.

Before going further I want to point out that I am not making light of the many other purposes of prayer such as intercession for the needs of others, prayer for guidance, prayers of praise and adoration, etc. In fact I believe that all of these carry within them the ability to transform us and others. There was a time when I was engaged in a focused period of prayer with 2 – 3 others for an hour early every morning. One day after leaving the Prayer Tower and going to work I was flushed with the joy that comes from spending quality time with the Father and other believers. A little later that morning one of the admin assistants, Chris, asked me if I knew a young man who had worked at the mill. It turns out the young man, Tim, had felt called to missions and was in Singapore with his new wife and they had just found out he had lukemia with no money and few good options. I immediately said I didn’t know Tim, but I knew Tim’s Father and that we should go to Him and ask for Him to heal Tim. We prayed right there and I was totally confident that God heard. A few weeks later Chris stopped me and told me Tim had gotten to the Philipines and they were planning a procedure which among other things meant he would never be able to have children. Well we prayed again including asking that the Lord would not make Tim unable to father children. God answered those prayers over time. Tim was healed, he was not sterile, he is a father now, and he continues to minister. I never met Tim personally and I know my prayer was joined with many others in interceding for this young man and his wife. However I know this on-going prayer with the Father helped build faith for me, for Chris, and for Tim and his family.

I have heard people say that God answers prayer with a “Yes”, a “No”, or “Wait”. I know for a while I suscribed to this simplified explanation and on a rudimentary level that can be applied. However this simplification of prayer tends to reinforce a picture of God as Santa Claus… “Yes, here is your present”, “No, this is not your present”, or “Wait it’s not your turn for a present”. In our early days of walking with Him God may seem more like Santa – a distant, benevolent giver of gifts, but in reality He is so much more. And He wants us to become so much more than consumers of gifts. His goal is that we become obediant loving children who are being changed into the likeness of His Son, Jesus.

While yes, no, and wait may apply it is always accompanied with a conversation – if we are still and take time to listen. I’ve just had a major decision come up. I have been praying for guidance and asking a few close friends to join with me in seeking God’s will. Well the answer came, but it was wrapped in a conversation with the One who loves me more than I can even imagine. While I am happy to have a clear answer, my joy is even greater that I am a child of God Who is intimately involved in my life. And even better He is continuously working in my life to transform me. I know I am still far from where God is taking me. Those who know me well can still see plenty of work for God to do, but He is making progress. And so it is with all of us. God wants to work in us, He wants to converse with us. He wants to love us in tangible ways that we can see, feel, and hear.

I encourage you to take time to just tell God what’s on your heart today. He already knows but He likes to hear it from you. As you pour this out read His word and listen for His voice. He will speak life into you. He will transform your places of pain into places of victory because He loves you!

Be blessed and be a blessing.

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Posted in God Stories, Holy Spirit, tagged faith building, God answers, hearing God on June 15, 2011| 9 Comments »

I had never really thought about it too much, but as I was speaking with a wonderful brother yesterday, he asked me exactly how God spoke to me. I had related the following story to him.

When we moved to Tennessee we owned a house in Louisiana that we had purchased 4 years earlier. The economy in Louisiana was in a decline when we moved and houses were not selling. We had no money to purchase a home with until our house in Louisiana sold.

We looked at houses in Tennessee on our first visit to the area in January. The realtor had our list of “needs”, our list of “wants”, and the price we could afford when our house in Louisiana sold. He showed us 20+ homes that first visit focusing upon our needs and the price range we gave him. None of the houses enticed us. At the end of the day he took us to a house that had our needs and wants, but it was listed for twice the price we thought we could afford. As we left the home that day I asked Max, the realtor, “Do you think $*** could buy this home?” To which he replied, “That will never touch this house.”

Well I took the job and we moved, with my wife 7 months pregnant. (Guys, my wife was very good about it, but I don’t recommend that as a general rule.) We ended up in a two bedroom apartment with our 2 children and the 3rd soon to arrive. We continued to look for a house and praying for our house in La to sell so we could actually consider buying a real home.

Child #3, Christin, arrived in early May and now there were 5 of us in a two bedroom apartment. In our search we continued to focus upon our needs and the price range we could afford. However we were drawn to the house that we couldn’t afford that met the list of needs and wants. (I just want to point out the wants were not extravagant… I wanted a basement and Lisa wanted 4 bedrooms.)

On a Saturday in mid June we were driving around town with my parents showing them the few homes we were considering AND the home we liked but could not afford. As we parked in the driveway of the home we liked another car pulled in behind us. It turned out they were the co-builders of the home as well as neighbors. We visited with them and they took us through the house. We were so engaged in the conversation with them as we exited that it wasn’t until we got to the cars that we realized Christin was inside the house asleep in the living room. We never discussed any business aspects of a purchase and while we liked Steve and Nancy, there was nothing to make us think we were closer to the purchase of the home until our house sold in Louisiana.

That Sunday night, or more precisely at 2:22 am Monday morning, I woke straight up with a clear sense of the Lord’s prompting. My first thought was that God wanted me to pray for someone or something so I rolled out of bed onto my knees. As I waited a few moments for the Lord to lay someone on my heart, it was quiet and nothing came to my mind. So I prayed, “What is is Lord?” To which the Lord spoke very clearly to my heart, “Dan, I am going to have you say special things to special people. And to prove that I am going to take care of your house today!” I said thank you Lord, waited a few more moments and then climbed into bed where I slept well until I got up quite joyfully the next morning.

As I brought Lisa her coffee in bed, I told her exactly what had happened and exactly what the Lord had said. I remember her response, “So the Lord is going to take care of our house this week?” “No Honey, He said He was going to take care of our house TODAY!” I left for work fully expecting our realtor in Louisiana to call and say the house had sold.

About mid-morning Helen tracked me down and said Dan, you need to call your realtor. I grinned and said, “I knew you were going to tell me that today. Did Jimmy (our realtor in LA) leave his number?” She told me not Jimmy, but Max, the TN realtor. I remember thinking, I wonder what Max wants. Maybe Jimmy called Max and a deal is going to work through Max.

I called Max and his first words were, “Boy, you’ve really done it. Who have you been talking to?” Well I was totally thrown off. I thought we had done something wrong by the question and tone he used. I asked what he meant and was something wrong. He said “No, nothing is wrong. Did you talk with anyone this weekend?” Well the lights started to come on, “Yeah, we went by that house we like and we met the people that built it. Is there a problem?”

“There is no problem. All I’ve got to say is that you must have friends in some pretty high places. Those people want you in that house!” We made an offer that morning and by the end of the week we had a contract on the house at the price Max said wouldn’t touch the house. On top of that they offered to let us rent until either our house sold or my company’s relocation package began helping pay the interest portion of the house in LA. As I have said before we couldn’t buy a home until we had resolution to the house in LA. (It was 4 years before it finally sold by the way.)

God had spoken and what He said He backed up in a very real and tangible way. Now I want to analyze this a little to get at a few points that make up my understanding of how God speaks or perhaps more accurately how we hear or understand God.

First of all, the bible is full of instances where God speaks or directs people. The vast majority are people who are “His” people: Abraham, Moses, the prophets, the apostles, the new testament prophets such as Agabus, etc. (Balaam I would put in the category of God speaking to, but not necessarily in the same category as children of God.) There is nothing in scripture that indicates that God would stop speaking or directing His people. Therefore, I see no reason not to believe that He still does.

Now there are numbers of people today who claim to “hear from God”. Unfortunately some we hear about are making pronouncements that do not square with scripture. That is one of the key characteristics that I believe the Lord has impressed upon me, God cannot lie and He cannot sin. Therefore if we hear a voice telling us something that is counter to scripture, we question the voice because the scripture is God’s will revealed.

My friend Phil asked does God speak in an audible voice. While I believe He can, my experience has not been an audible voice, but it was very clear and distinct words. As my story above demonstrates it can be specific directions with exact, verifable information. In my experience, this type of specificity is a bit more of the exception. The norm is a sense of peace as I am contemplating an action or decision that affirms “this is the way, walk in it” and a lack of peace when considering other options. I will give examples of this in a later post.

Saying this is not an audible voice doesn’t rule out some important aspects of what it is like when God speaks. First off, there are times when it carries significant emotion… love, empathy, urgency, these have all been associated with things the Lord has spoken to my heart.

Sadly, I have to admit that God’s speaking does not always mean that I have obeyed. I understand that God speaking is through His Holy Spirit who indwells the believer at conversion. The Holy Spirit prompted me to stay and talk with an instructor after a training session one time years ago. On the first day of the week long class, Sid had given us an exercise to draw a lifeline. I had drawn mine with a step change which I explained as being my conversion experience. Sid kind of used that as a point of “poking fun” at me for the rest of the session. On Wednesday he wrapped up class 30 minutes early and asked us all to stay for drinks and discussion. The Holy Spirit very clearly let me know to stay and talk with Sid. But I rationalized that I didn’t drink alcohol and I had a project going on at home and so I did not stay. The next day Sid let us know at lunch that he wasn’t feeling well and that he was going to the emergency room to get checked out. That night Sid died. This happened about a year after we moved into the new home that God had miraculously provided. And I had failed to remember the first part of what God spoke that night… “Dan, I am going to have you say special things to special people…” I grieved the Holy Spirit that day. I have confessed and repented of this, but as with any sin there were consequences suffered.

I don’t always get it right, but I know that God has covered my sins and failures with the precious blood of His Son, Jesus. I missed it with Sid, but I am trying to be obedient and listen to what the Lord says. Sometimes He will speak in a manner that is riveting. Sometimes it is a gentle nudge. Sometimes it is through scripture that ignites within me. Almost always His voice is accompanied with His peace.

I have to end for today, but I will visit this topic more since I feel a burden to share reasons we may struggle to hear His voice. Please let me know if you read this. I would be happy to engage in a conversation. I am a sojourner as you are. Traveling with others is much more enjoyable than walking alone.

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