genesis 21: flesh or promise

From promise given to promise fulfilled: 25 years. Had they stopped waiting? Were they satisfied with their version of the promise they named Ishmael? Didn't they know that a God-promise is not fueled by human power? So the son of promise is here, being birthed in the place where the son of flesh (Ishmael) is… Continue reading genesis 21: flesh or promise


genesis 10: origins

"These are the generations of the sons of Noah..." Just nine words. Words that no doubt most of us just skim past. But you and I are in those words. Generations. Sons of Noah. Japheth: Often referred to as the Father of Europeans. His descendants were French, German, Celtic, Russian, and Spanish, among others. Some… Continue reading genesis 10: origins


we can stop inviting Jesus

"'Then a teacher of the law came to him and said, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.' Jesus replied, 'Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.'"  "'Lord,” another of His disciples said, “first let me go bury my father.” But Jesus told him,… Continue reading we can stop inviting Jesus

In the Word

water and wine

  The Gospel of John. Second Chapter. "On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee...When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.” So He took water and made it wine and the miracle is only noticed by a few. And this story is so familiar… Continue reading water and wine

Just Me

remembering africa – sudan – making room

I am prone to forgetting so I want to memorialize my very first mission trip. I want to put my memories in writing for my grandchildren and their children, but also for me. Because remembering is sweet. (Ignore the dates on the photos. They were all taken in March, 2007.) Sudan - Part 1 After… Continue reading remembering africa – sudan – making room


for you i pray

I wanted to tie 2012 up in a nice bow, bid it a fond goodbye, wax poetic about lessons learned and new beginnings and such. But my heart keeps turning away from all of that, bidding my mind to stop chattering long enough to just listen. And the weight of what I hear bends my… Continue reading for you i pray