A storm is coming and the water is already rising. Get right with God, and then find yourself a battle buddy.

My friend is emancipated-- liberated of the veil of human flesh and suffering and now gets to know God face-to-face.

Crawfish remind me of little worms in armor... yet a hiding place was still provided.

I called her because she has multiple myeloma, and has walked this road before me.

God took me on a significant detour last year... But it wasn't just a detour; it was a side quest. A holy mission.

"Why am I here?" It's a loaded question. We want to know our purpose, but we are really asking why we are in this situation.

This place lets cancer patients and their caregivers stay free of charge while they are being treated.

As I think about Harvey Dent, the Batman foe known as Two-Face, I am reminded of some of us as we go through life.

God heals. Sometimes through his hand, sometimes through doctors... and sometimes through calling us home to heaven...

Oh boy! Waiting! And then God showed me a big waiting room at a Doctor's Office...

That's where God has me right now. A place of rest. It's not heavy or ill-fitting.

Sometimes God requires hard things. He gives us missions or puts us in circumstances that require us to be resolute.

Celebrate God's little surprises!

Sometimes God removes us from hardships. But more often, He chooses to help us endure them.

Some of my cancer buddies ask about Bucket Lists. "Isn't that being irresponsible?" I say absolutely not! Make the Bucket list! Go to Italy! Eat the damned ice cream! Flash your husband! (You know who you are.) My point is that I agree with King Solomon on this one. We get one shot at this. Some of us are sick and miserable at the moment. Others have different problems. We all have problems. All of us. Anyone that doesn't is just lying to you on Instagram. (Hint: It's just

This morning God showed me something I didn't like. Sigh. A scene of tranquility. Of Resting. He showed me a view from my recliner in front of a window. Outside the window was a winter scene, of a snow covered landscape, deep in drifts. There was also a tree, beautifully iced with big clumps of snow. Bright sunlight, very Currier and Ives. There may have been a lake in the distance. My feet were up, and they were wrapped in a blanket. I was resting...

For Peter, his future was set. The important future-- his eternal one. Oh, the present future? That was just details. He was fulfilling his mission to tell everyone he met about Jesus, and tomorrow he would tell the king and his advisors too. Right before they killed him. Cool. Later that night, an angel came, opened the prison doors, and walked Peter out to his freedom... And yet, I think the bigger story is that Peter was sleeping soundly under guard on the eve of his exe

That's where I am at this week. I Am TWO! Absolutely anything will cause a complete breakdown, with a professional hired-mourner level of wailing. Usually it is caused by a sudden onslaught of fatigue, but anything will do, really. I don't actually need a reason. On Wednesday, it was fear of falling in the morning at work, and fatigue in the afternoon at the bank lobby. There I was, bent at the waist, hanging on the teller's desk for dear life and crying my heart out...

As I think about the Dagon passage in I Samuel, I notice that Dagon's head and hands were broken off. The ability to reason, and the ability to work. Yesterday at my jobsite, I had two important tasks. Critical tasks. I had to calculate some quantity of materials to order, and I had to finish building a catwalk over the water so my customer could get to his boat lift and play with his boat. These two things absolutely had to get done yesterday, and I was the only one who co

I am here at the hospital doing Round Two of four rounds of chemotherapy for Mantle Cell Lymphoma, and it is going well. I expect to be...