Anyone else here (constantly?) thinking about food? No? Well yesterday morning, God showed me food; a half eaten chimichanga, specifically. Goop (sauce) was oozing out, and there were unidentifiable chunks on the plate. As I watched, I saw myself taking the fork to carefully eat every last bite. "God, what does this mean?" My thoughts wandered to my time in the hospital with Covid when I was ravenous from the steroids. I felt like the Marvel character Venom, prowling around

Some people are into pain. I am NOT one of those people. I am thinking of the scene in Job 1 and 2 of the Heavenly Court, where God says to Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job?" I wonder, if Job could have been present at that moment, would he have been jumping up and down in the back, waving his hands, trying to get God's attention? "No No No No Noooooooooo! Please pick someone else?!?!" I surely would have. But notice his actual response?... to fall to the ground

Things were In Motion, I was not in control, and I didn't like it one bit, No Sir! But sometimes God puts us in these situations. Where we are not ready. Where we are not in control. I was stressing to God last week about the future, emotionally hyperventilating about things. "But God, what about THIS??? AND what about THAT???" In response, God spoke to my heart and said simply, "You're just going to have to trust Me."

Friends, we usually think of the desert as a place of pain. As a kind of punishment. A lonely place. But... that's not what the Desert is for. It's for intimacy. Hosea 2:14-15 (NIV) reads: "Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor [trouble] a door of Hope." Has God led you into the desert? Embrace it. It's a privilege, not a punishment...

This morning I was turning some things over in my mind that God has been showing me-- things I didn't understand (and still don't.) I was asking God about timing, and he showed me a scene from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (the C.S. Lewis book, not the terrible movie.) He showed me the lion Aslan and the girl Lucy having an intimate conversation off in the distance. "Please Aslan," asked Lucy, "What do you call soon?" "I call all times soon..."

A few days ago, I noticed that God had stopped talking to me about a long-term concern, and I was asking Him "Why was that?" In response, God showed me two workmen, stage hands, carrying a curtain across the stage, blocking my view... 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 sit my butt in the chair and wait. I also noticed that the curtain wasn't lowered from the ceiling, indicating th

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

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

I was stressing over something unimportant, and God showed me an infant perched on his father's mighty arm. His father was making a muscle, and supporting the baby behind its back with his huge hand... The infant was doing a "startle" reflex, CLINGING to his father's mighty arm for dear life, as though it was the baby's job to hang on tight enough not to fall! When really, he could have spread his hands wide, and let go. Because his father was holding him against his chest, f

Early this morning I was proning and uncomfortable, and trying to pray. God brought to mind this amazing scene from the 2006 movie Apocalypto. Our hero is fleeing his pursuers and in desperation leaps over a great waterfall. As he comes out of the water at about the two minute mark in this video, his whole perspective changes, and he turns in defiance and gives this incredible speech...

This morning, I was having Quiet Time, and God brought to mind the Amy Grant Christmas song Breath of Heaven. This song never really moved me in the past, but I Googled the lyrics anyway. I mean, God brought it up, right? I got to the chorus, and blinked hard. Breath of Heaven, Hold me together... I was not holding it together. I am still not. But I am improving physically. I want to be home with my wife. But I have to get better first. And that is not going to happen if

I lay down this afternoon to try to nap. And just like usually happens here in this hospital bed, it gets hard to breathe. It feels like my nasal passages just got restricted. It requires muscle to breathe only through my nose. Just like in the scary asthma attacks of my past. My heart rate jumps. My anxiety kicks in. I will myself to take slow steady breaths through my nose, when my mind is screaming to open my mouth and breathe! Breathe fast! Hurry! But God...