Heart is Where the Home Is
We steer up our long country driveway, and these ash trees that line the lane wave a gentle, green greeting — a welcome-back to weary travelers. The gravel underneath is percussion, a dusty drumming for our entrance from faraway-to-here. The girls see the sunflowers first, bursting yellow by the cornfields — these prolific weeds that the girls refuse to call weeds because they ... Pin ItShare Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, Eyes Toward Home Comments (15)------------------------------------------
The Miracle in You
The thing is, I’ve missed the miracles. That’s always been my biggest problem. I’ve demanded that He to show me parted seas, and a giant, felled by the single, slung stone. I’ve wanted God to show me Jesus, in the flesh, walking on water. I didn’t want the stories of the miracles. I wanted firsthand proof, something I could hold onto. I’ve ... Pin ItShare Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, miracles Comments (23)------------------------------------------
Shine Like the Moon
I left the hilltop retreat center just after sundown. Even in earthly darkness, I felt aglow with God’s light — not electromagnetic radiation light, but Spirit-ignited, God Light. I left wanting to shine brighter still.I backed the pickup onto the snow-packed driveway to head down a steep incline into the valley. But the God Gallery ... Share Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, God Gallery, thin places Comments (21)------------------------------------------
Coming Down from the Mountaintop
It had been a grueling hike for us flatlanders in this thin Colorado air. I wore my Jeremy Camp T-shirt that July day with the words, “I Will Walk by Faith.” Yes, it felt like a walk of faith, with each heavy footfall on that dusty, narrow path. Then at last, I stood at the ... Share Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, Take Up Your Cross, walk With Him Wednesday, wretch Comments (24)------------------------------------------
Saying No
I drove east, two states away, to watch a man die. It was part of my job as a news reporter: recording what happened before last breaths were taken. I was unofficially on the “Death Beat” — covering carnage left by ravenous tornadoes, consuming fires and death-hungry gunbattles that fed on 14-year-old gang members (each ... Share Continue Reading.... Posted in: A-ha Moments, convictions, walk With Him Wednesday, writing Comments (30)------------------------------------------
JENNIFER @ GETTING DOWN WITH JESUS
