John Milton was a Christian and poet in the 1600’s. By age 44, he went blind. Milton wondered if he could continue serving God without eyesight. Sometimes, he simply felt useless. Milton’s anxiety and grief spill out in his 19th sonnet: “When I consider how my light is spent.” The sonnet ends with the Lord’s…
Category: A little about me
Waiting for Snow
Photo by Carrie McKamey “WHAT A GYP!!” With raised fist and gnarled face I accuse the skies. I have been waiting for snow, wishing for snow, praying, hoping, and fishing for snow. I have been daring snow, oh where-ing snow, and (for reverse psychology’s sake) not-give-a-care-ing snow. All this and not one single flake. But…
Gremlins, Leeches, and the Failure of the Serenity Prayer
I have a toddler. Anyone who has raised one knows it is among the most exhausting things you will ever do. They are in constant motion—usually in the wrong direction. Whether toward danger or irresponsibility they jigger gigglingly toward it. Toddlers survive because parents constantly jerk their verbal leashes and, sometimes, their literal…
The Life-Driven Purpose
Jesus has been emphasizing His indwelling. He is relating more and more of spiritual life to this reality. Lately, the Lord has been defining purpose by His indwelling. Jesus living within is my entire purpose and your entire purpose. Purpose is not found in ministries, activities, or occupations. We may be called to these things…
Getting into the Weeds
The other day, I was pulling weeds. My son asked why. I explained they were weeds, and we didn’t want them in our yard. “But those aren’t weeds. They have flowers,” he protested. I told him weeds often have flowers; it is the nature of a plant that makes it a weed, not whether it…
Just a Thought…
The longer I walk with the Lord, the more I aspire to be forgiving rather than perfect….
Why the World Is Real
The view from our cabin at Camp Orkila Last week I went to fifth grade camp with my daughter at Camp Orkila on Orcas Island. It was a physically grueling week. I don’t know how many miles we hiked. All I know is I ended the week exhausted, sporting huge blisters and aching to my…
Too Many ‘What Ifs’ for 3:00 AM
Years ago, I became impatient with those I was ministering to. The Lord had given me vision. I knew where the people of God needed to go. But I wasn’t seeing a lot of progress. Chomping at the bit but unable to run I ended up stymied and stewing…prayerfully, of course 😉 One night, the Lord…
The Voice of One 