Monthly Archives: April 2015



i started walking again. in the early hours of the morning. i rise before the sun and head out. this has turned into a time of worship for me.  i walk to the beat of music feeling the urge to raise my hands in praise.  this morning i took a turn towards home and the sun was full on my face, just at this song came on and rang out through the headphones.  from all this glory, by david crowder:

In the middle of the mess, there is majesty
In the middle of my chest, is the King of Kings
While the world was waiting on
A change to come along
Light broke in
Coming like a song

All this glory…

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i find myself scrambling to hit the pause button.  the past eight years has been one crazy blink. watching a child grow before your very eyes, not having a clue about any of it is downright crazy. God gave us one child. i am ok with that.  our son is ok with that.  we spoil him rotten with love (yes, and things, because well….we can). he is the center of our universe and knows it. but his heart belongs to jesus and we pray he never holds it hostage against his Savior.  turning eight in a blink means he will turn sixteen in an even quicker blink.  ugh. slow down.

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thinking about resurrection of the body today. not just my savior’s, but my dad’s. someone got me thinking about what an amazing easter celebration it must be in heaven and now my dad is living it out. in his resurrected body.  oh, the thought of heaven. a place where sadness isn’t a glimpse of a thought. pain is forever erased. love abounding. easter is the day that death lost! i cannot begin to imagine the victory party going on right now. 

this morning, our pastor spoke of 1 corinthians 15.  here are the verses that resonated with me today, from the message:

But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I’ll probably never fully understand. We’re not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it’s over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we’ll all be changed. In the resurrection scheme of things, this has to happen: everything perishable taken off the shelves and replaced by the imperishable, this mortal replaced by the immortal. Then the saying will come true:

Death swallowed by triumphant Life!
Who got the last word, oh, Death?
Oh, Death, who’s afraid of you now?

It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three—sin, guilt, death—are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ. Thank God!

yes.  death, who is afraid of you now?  where is your sting? you may have taken my dad’s body, but his spirit lives anew! oh, to hear that trumpet blast!  hasten that day when i will receive my new body, see dad again, but more so see my savior’s face.

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remains of winter are melting rapidly. wanting to disappear quickly, eager to leave no trace behind.

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