OK, I get it. Not blogged since the middle of the year 2014. No excuse other than traveling and laziness.

My thoughts on life, family, and ministry.

A place to come and share your prayers, praises or just a thought. Tonight we remember what Jesus did, the sacrifice that He gave for us and we praise Him and thank Him for giving all to us. May you and your family know the JOY that the Easter Story brings to each of us. Praying blessings to all of you.

What is the globe? With its sparse oases and isles now fully mapped, its arid deserts and snowy peaks mastered by commercial flight, its vast blue oceans crisscrossed with submarine communication cables, and all of it constantly surveyed by satellites, it seems impossible to talk about human civilisation today without first talking about the planet as a whole on which we make our home; the globe. I touched on this in my last post. Specifically, it has to do with l.

Musings on prayer with personal application. Today, let us do the same and follow the Son. Awakened to this song this morning. Now it springs forth; do you not perceive and know and will you not give heed to it? July 3, 2015.

Oh, you must be a Christian! June 3, 2014. However, a Season 7 episode REALLY made me go.

Your Face, Lord, I Will Seek. Hide not your face from me. This passage reminds me that if we let him God will sort out our lives. He will make know to us the things that are of him and the things that are not. Sometimes its hard to trust what .

Anxiety attacks are no fun. I had them during my adolescence and single years. They came on again during my post-partum recovery. I thought I was going to lose it. To get his people back from Pharaoh. I woke up during the .

Seated, walking, standing. In fact, I have to reblog this! Your mess, His Message. At one point he talks about how we worship God simply because of who He is. This is not one of my considered posts.

8220;Leave any valuables on the bus. This is a dangerous part of town. We exited single file and walked through muddy streets, glancing at mangy dogs and piles of trash. Rows of wood, concrete, and tin walls peppered with wire fencing boxed us in as we moved forward as a group. So, this is what poverty really looks like.