God was telling me that, for His purposes, I was not allowed to watch while the stage was being set for the next Act. My job was... to WAIT.

Friends, God talks. And sometimes He provides warnings of trouble to come. Amos 3:7 tells us: "The fact is, the Sovereign GOD does nothing without first telling his plans to his servants the prophets." I believe that this is one of those times. Long ago, God gave pagan king Pharaoh a dream of impending famine so he would prepare, and in so preparing, save Joseph's family. And I am hearing the same thing from various people today, in unrelated ministries... that hard times and

I keep a journal. I write down what is going on, and I pour my heart out to God. I sometimes draw pictures of things God shows me. One day I was stressing over painful things of the past that I didn't understand, and God showed me my journal, with the pages flipping in the wind from an open window. As the pages flipped, I saw paragraphs missing. Sometimes whole pages were missing from the story of my life. God was telling me that I was missing some information. I didn't kno

He knew they were hungry and provision had already been made. They didn't need to catch the 153 large fish, but Jesus was trying to make a point. He was proving, yet again, that he was able to meet their needs in impossible circumstances. (They had fished all night and caught nothing.) Now that he had their attention, he had stuff to tell them. I think sometimes God creates moments of crisis in our lives to see if we will turn to Him...

I watched a good movie today. Avatar: the Way of Water. Maybe it's not actually a good movie, but it resonated with me. I love movies, and it think this is the first movie, ever, that touched my heart as a Father...

Years ago, I was part of a church where God was moving powerfully for a season. We were having church six nights a week, and would often go to 11 pm. The worship leader would come with two sets of songs, and then we would have to just wing it. By the end of the service, 1/3 of the congregation was being prayed for, 1/3 was praying, and 1/3 was passed out on the floor. God's presence was palpable. A sense of His Holiness was overwhelming...

God showed me a vision. I was in a cave system on a rocky shoreline. A massive winter storm was raging against the shore where I was at. Waves were surging in and out of the caves, and I had to use the flashes of lightning through gaps overhead to see enough to keep from getting soaked. It was frightening. But then I realized I was sheltered in the caves. Had I been on the surface, on the outside, I would have been exposed to not only surf, but to rain and cold and 50mph wind

When I was in second grade, I decided to run away from home. I packed my little backpack, and was sitting at the end of the driveway with my Labrador Retriever Bonnie. I was mentally going through my checklist of stuff to bring, when I made the horrifying realization that I'm had forgotten to pack dog food. Moreover, that big dog could eat! The whole backpack wasn't big enough to carry enough food for her. There was no way I could leave her behind, and I couldn't possibly br

Sometimes New Years Eve can be a lonely night, filled with self reflection, and perhaps feelings of loss. Of wondering where God is. Or if He even cares? Yet the Bible references even babies in the womb as being part of God's plan, and on His mind...

Often this past year, I have been feeling old. And sometimes I wonder if life had passed me by. If perhaps I had missed God's will, and this life I am currently living was all there was for me. If I am "too old" at age 52 to start over, as my post-covid physical condition may necessitate. But this morning I noticed something interesting. I was reading about the call of Abram, in Genesis 12 (MSG): "... So Abram left just as GOD said, and Lot was with him. Abram was seventy-fiv

In 2020, God gave me a dream in which I came to a cross-roads. The path to the left was a beautifully paved path, winding through a butterfly meadow... But the path to the right? That was a hard path. It led steeply downhill, and into a dark and scary forest, like Mirkwood from The Lord of the Rings. Also, the path itself? Full of rocks. A difficult descent. Nope, Nope, Nope! But in the dream, Jesus was standing at the crossroad and reaching out His hand to walk with me down

Did you know Marco Polo encountered the Christmas Story in his travels in Persia? Well, read on!

As I was lying in bed this morning, God showed me Kojak. Or perhaps it was Mister Clean. An older man, like me, shaved bald (also me), but tough. And muscular! I immediately started thinking. "Wow God. I need to start working out again; join a gym or something." And then I remembered my big workout yesterday. I drove myself to Walmart and then CVS, and that great workout (Ha!) totally did me in. I was done for the day! Ridiculous... But then God played the chorus of the song

As I walked in the door, I heard Russian being spoken from the pulpit-- and I was understanding it. His daughter Natasha was translating, yes, but I was understanding it.. I don't think you fully appreciate how bad I was at speaking Russian. And it hasn't happened since then. But it was a miracle, just for me. It was the answer to my question to God and I understood immediately. "Yes, God," I said. "I understand. I will keep studying Russian." I bought his book that night, "

They were having an actual PHYSICAL "mountain top experience" with the risen Christ, and STILL, "some held back, not sure about worship...

When I was in the hospital and fighting for air, they taught me proning. If you lie flat on your stomach and bring your arms up, something about this position stretches your lungs out, and gives you maximum oxygen absorption. When I am in respiratory distress, if I stretch myself out this way, I start feeling better in minutes.

I will be feeling good, great even! And then, it's like someone DARTS me, and suddenly I'm down. Suddenly, as in 15-20 SECONDS...

In the cancer community, we often feel overwhelmed and struggle with depression. It reminds me, actually, of the struggles of young moms. And good news-- the coping skills are transferable!

So here in this hospital room, there have been many scary moments, especially in the early stages, when I would be feeling great! And something would happen and my energy reserves would be used up without warning. My blood oxygen saturation would start falling, my lungs would start hurting, it would suddenly get harder to breathe, and all these old memories would hit me like a fire hose. My heart rate would spike. "I'm dying!!!" From all is well to sheer terror, usually in le

I realize some of you are contemplating going to the hospital, and the Planner in you is desperately wondering what to pack!