I hear voices. You hear voices, too. Most of the time these voices are echoes of the past. Something my mother told me. Something my father once said. Then there’s that tiny voice inside my head that wants to speak for me. It tries to keep me bottled up in shame. “Remember when you ______________” … More How Does God Talk?
Monkeys have been discovered wild in the jungle with their hands caught in hollow logs. Why are the monkeys stuck? Fruit has fallen through a hole in the log, and when the monkey puts his open hand in to get it, his clenched fist can’t fit back out. Determined to hang on to what he … More How Will I Cope Without My Addiction?
Joseph’s head rests on his pillow. White light sparking in it. In his dream, sparrows fold the Milky Way into a darkness that lowers the sun. And out of its position and low to the ground, the sun is joined by the crescent moon sprinkled with eleven stars. And standing at the center of the … More God Gives Himself
It meant a 20-hour flight. Meeting people I’d never met. Staying in a remote village. But I knew God wanted me to go. He had opened the door to Africa. Lives are being changed by the Journey to Freedom process of transformation, and I wanted to share in the joy of their lives. But I … More Finding Peace Beyond Your Comfort Zone
The longing at the center of our hearts is desire. Put there by God. It’s a longing to love, be loved and valued by others and by God. “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” (Matthew 6:21). Most of my past life has been built around the idea that my worth … More What Do We Really NEED?
My heart is a mysterious island with high walls to keep you out. There’s no beach where you can land. I’ve even posted a few “No Trespassing” signs. Because I’m terrified of intimacy. I’m afraid you will judge and criticize me. Maybe use my honesty against me, or you might reject me, causing even greater … More Let Go of Your Ego-Protection
We landed in a field outside the car. It happened so fast. Everything spinning. Then the grinding noise became a thud. Smoke rising in the distance. And I remember feeling grief—strangely enough. I knew my parents would be devastated if I died. I couldn’t die, but I feared I would. Soon the grief turned to … More My Scrape with Death