Make peace with God, and with each other. Hug the ones you love, and leave no unfinished conversations...

"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.

Sometimes you do the right thing or are minding your own business even, and you still get asked to leave.

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...

Maybe God has made promises to you, but all you can see is the locked door? "Stop doubting and believe."

As I woke up this morning, I listened to the rain, checked the radar, and groaned to myself. I had so very much to do today and I could already tell that it's not going to happen. As I contemplated the cascading financial repercussions, God reminded me of a vision he gave me two nights ago. He had showed me a bunch of cooking pots, vases, and mason jars. It was a random collection of containers, as though someone had raided a flea market... They were all full.

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

Today has been interesting. I use a Cloud service called OneDrive. Today it showed me a bracelet that quoted Psalm 46:10-- "Be still, and know that I am God." God used that bracelet years ago with me, when I was begging Him to do something in a certain area. He didn't answer. Finally, in frustration, I opened Instagram to a post by www.mintandlily.com and I was staring at this same cuff bracelet. God was telling me to Stop Striving, and to Trust Him. And here we are again

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..."

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...