The Day I Ran From God

If a man does not repent, God will whet his sword; he has bent and readied his bow. – Psalm 7:12 The pursuit had begun. I knew God had drawn the bow of his wrath, and he had aimed it directly at me. The slightest tinge of my guilty conscience made the creaks and groans of the … Continue reading The Day I Ran From God

THE FIGHT OF FAITH

Below is the post I wrote in 2016 to launch this site. It was a dark time for me. I was struggling in new ways with my health, and I was unsure of what it was going to do to me going forward. Like a journal entry, I go back to read this post from … Continue reading THE FIGHT OF FAITH

When Pain and Faith Collide

When pain and faith collideThe one absorbs the other.But not without a shockThat shakes us to the core. We trust in our own strengthForgetting we are frail.Until that unplanned hourWe’re broken, hurt, and sore. It comes in many ways,But always ends the same.With perfect strategy,It brings us to our knees. Our minds become unclearWhen hit … Continue reading When Pain and Faith Collide

The Haunting Effects of Sin

David thought it was over. His sin had been exposed, he had sought the Lord’s forgiveness, and it had been granted. A right spirit had been renewed, and a clean heart had been created. Then came the news that his child was gravely ill. As David was thrown to the floor in anguish, thoughts of … Continue reading The Haunting Effects of Sin

A Guilty Soul Restored

Dead. Black. Harmful. Guilty.  These are not words that describe a mere principle that worked within me; they described me. Though life coursed through my veins, I was spiritually dead, and death was to be the only wage I would merit. Not simply physical death, but eternal death. Flesh was the only word that could … Continue reading A Guilty Soul Restored

Our Quiet Times are Rarely as Quiet as they Appear

If someone were to walk by, they would see a man at rest on the Lord’s day. He is sitting quietly, soaking up the sun on a beautiful spring day. The birds are singing, and a pleasant breeze is blowing. His posture is relaxed, and in his lap sits his Bible. In his hands are … Continue reading Our Quiet Times are Rarely as Quiet as they Appear

4 Deadly Blows to Worldliness

My nerves were shot. I could feel the stress coursing through my body, and I knew what was pulling the strings. All of the tension straining my soul was connected to the things of this world. I had been seeking my meaning in them, and their uncertain nature made everything I was standing upon precarious, … Continue reading 4 Deadly Blows to Worldliness

Keep Fighting the Good Fight of Faith

I understand something of your warfare. Paul describes his own case in few words, "Conflicts on the outside, fears on the inside." Does not this comprehend all you would say? And how are you to know experimentally, either your own weakness, or the power, wisdom and grace of God, seasonably and sufficiently afforded, but by … Continue reading Keep Fighting the Good Fight of Faith

It Was Good For Me That I Was Afflicted

It wasn’t until my world started spinning out of control that my true constant became crystal clear.  I had spent most of my life, including much of my life as a believer, aiming at moving targets. “Happiness is found in this direction” it would say, and then I would get there, and it would redirect, … Continue reading It Was Good For Me That I Was Afflicted