Resolved

Resolved: To figure out why I can't stand to see my "round" thighs in the mirror during a 6:00 a.m. Spinning class, but forget completely about the matter by lunch time when I'm ordering McDonald's French fries.

What is up with that?

Okay, it's not every day I leave Spinning and order fat food, but how is my distain for being 20 lbs overweight so negated by the pleasure of food? Gotta tell ya, when I'm good and hungry, peeled carrots just don't hit the spot.

How can I want rock hard abs and a bag of chips at the same time? Why do I work at working out (work being the cornerstone word here) yet work so little at watching what goes down between the teeth and gums.

Hum?

The apostle Paul had it right. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is so weak.

This I have resolved, though it's not been tested. To follow my Lover to the end.

Doesn't this statement scare the wits out of you? "Because lawlessness is increased, most people's love will grow cold." Matt 24:12

I do not want my love to grow cold.

Fox News correspondent Steve Centanni and his cameraman, Olaf Wiig were kiddnapped and "... forced to convert to Islam at gunpoint," Centanni said. "Don't get me wrong here. I have the highest respect for Islam, and I learned a lot of good things about it, but it was something we felt we had to do because they had the guns, and we didn't know what the hell was going on."

Tony and I chatted about this during our drive up to the city dump after purging our yard of wild bush and tree limbs.

"What would you do if a gun was pointed at you and it was convert to Isalm or be shot?" I asked him.

Of course I knew the answer. "Jesus! I'm home."

Driving up the road, safe for now in my own country, my heart told me I'd say, "Shoot me." But who knows how I'd really respond in the critical moment? I'd pray for the courage to say, "Jesus loves you. Shoot me if you must."

This is the scary thing we have to ask ourselves. "Will our love grow cold as lawlessness takes over the world?"

What will you do if the gun is pointed at your head? What if it's in your own neighborhood or church sanctuary?

Beloved, we have to wake up to the hour in which we live in. There's a holy war going on whether we want to believe it or not. Whether the news media wants to report it as such or not.

Like Jesus asked Peter, "Who do you say that I am?"

Are we ready to stand? Are we ready to die for truth?

I want all the world to know Him. By love, not by gunpoint. I want my resolve to love Him until the end of the age to be stronger than my less than stellar resolve to have rock hard abs.

We battle not against flesh and blood, but against world forces of wickedness in heavenly places. Awake O, sleeper. Awake.

Dawn is upon us.

Dreams

Dreams are important. We have to have dreams. They are the avenue that gives us hope when life drives us into the pit.

A pastor friend of mine said, "Most people end up being pitologist rather than dreamers."

Pitologist - Student of pits.

Life knocks us into the pit and we find ourselves studying and relating to our surroundings rather than holding onto our dreams.

"Oh well, guess that dream isn't coming true."

Joseph in the Bible was a dreamer. In fact, God spoke to him about his destiny in dreams. He said to his father and brothers in Genesis 37.

Listen," he said, "I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me."

But, his father rebuked him and said, "What is this dream you had? Will your mother and I and your brothers actually come and bow down to the ground before you?"

His brothers were jealous of him, but his father kept the matter in mind.

I've heard some say Joseph was arrogant to share his dreams. Thus, he ended up being dropped into a pit and sold into slavery. I think the opposite, Joseph was declaring his dreams and believing in them.

Sometimes our family and friends steal our dreams with their criticism or doubt. Whether your dreams are birthed while you sleep, or dropped in your heart and mind, cling to them. Don't give up.

Go to the Lord and ask for more clarity and revelation. Sure, not all of our dreams are from God. Don't see me winning Grammy awards do you?

But the dream to become a writer was from God, and He helped me see it through.

I have to admit I'm one very blessed woman. My parents and family have always supported me. My husband is a huge encourager and diffuser of discouragement.

But if you have to fight your own doubts as well as others, don't despair. Lean on Jesus. He's all we really need anyway.

Forget life's circumstances and dream. Where are we, really, without them. No matter how big or how small.

Dream a little dream with me.

What? 5:00 a.m.

The alarm jolted me awake at 5:09 a.m. Ohhhh, please. It's so early. But I dragged myself out of bed, got ready, gathered my stuff, pulled out of the garage, hit the car of the person parked behind me in the driveway ( I wasn't awake and it was DARK) went in and woke up our house guest and asked her to move her car, got back in my car and went to the GYM!

Yeah, baby. Spinning Class at 5:50.

So far, not too sore. It's been almost two months since I went to the gym. I wanted to stay for focused on finishing Diva NashVegas.

Now, I have to clean my house. I was going to yesterday but the vacuum wasn't working. Weird. So, I ran the outside hose door down the vacuum hose and eeww, you should've seen all the hair and stuff that came out of the nozzle.

Now, to start the process all over again.

Going to Barnes & Noble tonight at 9:00 to meet up with my friend Esther from Kansas City, and her friend Leah, whom I also love.

Peace out.

Saturday, Sleepy Day

Home from Poughkeepsie. We had a great time. God is so good and faithful. Our last meeting was Wednesday night and we lingered in worship and God's presence from 7:30 to 11:00.

We had prayer time in the middle where people gathered in groups of four to six and prayed for each other. Lots of good stuff happening.

The Lord is so generous. He loves to give to His Beloved. Just ask.

Did I mentioned we played Euchre every night. About midnight 'til two a.m. Perfect fun for me. God and cards with friends.

We were going to go down to the City on Thursday, but we were all too tired so we hung around the house, went to the movie, then out to dinner. Marlow's brother Terry and his wife, Kayle, joined us. Terry is one of my favorite worship leaders.

Next to you, Javi.

Got up at four a.m. Friday to get down to the JFK for our flight home. So very tired. Came home, got sorted out, took a brief, very brief nap, then went to Fire Dweller.

We've hit a new place in Fire Dweller. Aerobic intercession. At least when Javier leads. He had Alex on drums, and Christian played congas.

I'm telling you... They get in a musical groove and God is there. We were worshipping whole heartedly. Not for the sake of emotion or the music, but interceeding for our city, the lost, for God's purposes. It's amazing. And really, so fun.

Who says prayer and worship and intercession has to be boring. Teens and adults alike jumping and worshipping for well over an hour at Mach 10. And the AC isn't that great.

Smelled like feet in the sanctuary aftewards. LOL.

Going to have to require more deodorant for everyone for the summer time aerobic worship sessions.

We are in a war people. For our own lives but for our family's, our friend's, our city's. Matthew 11:12 Jesus says the kingdom of God suffers violence and the violent take it by force. He's not speaking of man-like violence, but heavenly violence. Prayer and worship. Fasting.

Jesus was violent on this earth. Yet He was the most kind and humble man who ever lived.

We have to engage in war. Spiritual war. Partner with Him to establish His kingdom on earth as it is in heaven.

Look at the middle east. They are violent about establishing their kingdom by human force. Their plan is know, declared and obvious.

We as Christians sit back and wait too much for God to move. Let's be in prayer. In His Word and BELIEVE He will tell us, reveal to our hearts, what He wants done. Then go do it.

It is His heart to work in and through us. Don't be a bench warmer. Get on the field. Make a play!

Peace.

Hump Day - Wednesday

Feels more like the final day, but it's only Wednesday. Flying up to Poughkeepsie on Saturday then getting busy with the week's meetings on Sunday has kind of skewed my weekly timing.

We are having a blast. God is so very faithful and good. He's meeting and encouraging the people of The River Church, connecting hearts and reestablishing relationships.

It's so great for us to be with Marlow and Tonya again, and Mike and Lisa.

I spoke last night on the Love of God. Did okay I guess. God showed up and poured out His love on people which is far better than how well I spoke.

The weather is beautiful.

It's been a good week.

Tomorrow we are going down to the City. Hopefully, we'll see a show.

Hosea 10:12 Sow to yourself in righteousness, reap in mercy, break up your fallow ground, for it is time to seek the Lord until He comes to rain righteousness upon you.

I love this verse. It's speaks of stirring ourselves up to seek the Lord. To call upon Him. Break up the crusty, dry place of our lives by seeking the Lord. Ask Him to come and rain on you, encourage you, water the dry places. He will.

The booksigning and Pougkeepsie

Just a few minutes to "chat." I'm in Poughkeepsie, NY at The River Church and the evening service is about to start. Tony is speaking.

We flew up yesterday for a series of summer renewal meetings. We first met the people here 9 years ago when we brought the youth band up for a Youth Rally. It was amazing, more than any of us expected.

God is already pouring out this weekend and we feel in our spirits He is up to something good for the people here and in this city.

I speak Tuesday night on God's love.

More on this week later, I'm sure.

The booksigning at Barnes & Noble was so very fun. Great turn out. They accidentally received two cases of my books and we sold all of the books except two. How fun.

The other authors, Roxanne, Leslie and Karen were fabulous signing mates and we had a great time together.

Big thanks to Barnes & Noble and Roxanne for putting it together.

Well, better go. Grace and peace.

Sent in Diva

Just clicked Send on Diva NashVegas. The manuscripted cybered it's way to my editors' Inbox.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Jesus.

Off to the booksigning.

Up to my eyeballs

Up to my eyeballs in Diva edits.

My heroine, Aubrey James, is so much better than my writing can create her to be. True. She's such a fascinating character. I hope to do her justice.

Back to work.

Dwelling Place

Moses declared this of God in Psalm 90, "Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations."

Considering the journey of the Israelites before and during Moses day, how significant for him to declare, "You are our dwelling place."

Fast forward several thousand years, our cry must be the same. Whether we've lived in the same house or twenty houses, God must be our dwelling place.

It is the eternal perspective we need. He is our fortress and our hiding place. Our refuge and ever present help.

He must be our dwelling place, the only safe place is in Him.

In The Fire

In The Fire was wonderful. Don, Tony and I spoke and all on the same thing. Get out of your comfort zone and go for God. The time is short. No more fooling around.

Worship with The Fire Dweller Band, and Javier, was outstanding! As Always.

The kids went for it, dancing like crazy for an hour. You can see how sweaty they are, but they've learned. The conference is about partnering with Jesus for His Kingdom, not a bless-me conference. They are blessed by partnering with their Lover.

Brother's worshipping. Chris and Tony (on the floor.) It was so amazing to see the number of young men at the conference, worshipping, going for it. Shedding all pretense of "cool" and going uber-cool but going hard for Jesus.

Tears

We had to put Jack down this morning.

Tears.

He was a friend. A good dog. The house is quiet.

Booksigning, August 11th, Barnes & Noble

Booksigning Notice

August 11th, 7:00 p.m.

Barnes & Noble, US 192

Who's signing?

Award winning author Roxanne St. Claire

Award winning author Leslie Kelly

USA Today Bestselling author, Karen Hawkins

And me! Happy to be invited along.

I'll be signing "Georigia On Her Mind"

The pain of sacrifice

We live in such an instant gratification society. We want everything to come quick and easy. We hate the labor. The pain.

High school grads want to make a living on minimum wage. College grads want to be millionaires by the time they're thirty.

Lawyers want to get rich suing doctors. People in general want to get rich suing each other.

Song of Solomon 4, the Bride says, "I'll go my way to the mountain of myrrh and hill of frankincense."

The mountain of myrrh speaks of sacrifice and denying self. Giving up our desires and wants to please our Lover, Jesus.

It's the radical pursuit of God, to obey. The mountain signifies the cost to our flesh.

The hill of frankincense speaks of the Bride's prayer life, and the incense before the Throne of God that reflects the prayers of the saints. (Rev 5:8)

The mountain of myrrh is too high without living on the smaller hill of frankincense. A little bit of communication with Jesus enables us to overcome the mountains in our lives.

Don't you love God's economy? A hill of prayer overcomes a mountain of obstacles and weaknesses.

But we have to go to the hill. We can't take the mountain of myrrh - a radical life in God, obedience and sacrifice without prayer.

Yet we try it. And get mad at God when things don't go well.

The "pain" of sacrificing our time to be able to overcome is well worth it. Think about all great things in life? Most come with some kind of pain or cost.

Children. Right? People have written books on the pain and sacrifice, but the beauty of the reward.

Love and marriage. Sacrifice of self.

A job or career. Education. Losing weight or getting into shape. Saving account. Writing a book.

But it's the fragrant aroma of sacrifice that goes up before the Throne of Grace. And He lavishes His love and grace over us.

Don't be afraid of the pain of sacrifice.

To Conference or Not To Conference

Hey Everyone, I'm next up on the ACFW Conference blog tour!

"This is your president speaking... " LOL, just had to say it. But look, if you're an ACFW member, great! Hi. Welcome. If you're not an ACFW member, but are interested in publishing, stick around!

So, you want to be a writer? Me, too. It's the best job anywhere. But like all great things, it comes at a price.

Recently, in an online interview, I was asked to give advice to new or unpublished authors. I rambled on, pontificating, and several days later, I realized brevity is the soul of wit and came up with this wise, sage advice. (I wasn't witty that day.)

Writing is about discipline and sacrifice as much as it is about inspiration and craft.

King David said this in 2 Samuel: "But I will surely buy it from you for a price, for I will not offer burnt offerings to the LORD my God which cost me nothing." So, David bought the threshing floor and the oxen for fifty shekels of silver."

David understood cost, the price. Many times we want to arrive for free. We ask, "If God called me, why is it so hard?"

Because there's beauty in the burning of an offering, in burning the "fat" from around our hearts.

Attending a writer's conference can be just that for so many people. A burnt offering. You're out of your comfort zone, living for three days with people you don't know well. Meeting with editors and agents, trying to pitch your story idea so they're hooked and want to read your manuscript.

There's the stress of learning the craft. Worrying if you talked to much during dinner, or if the story you told about your son when he was four offended someone. The lady across from you had a weird look on her face.

Conferences can be disappointing. Your critique didn't go well. You felt obtuse and thick during your editor or agent appoint. After that, the attendee sitting next to you at dinner gushed about her home run with Editor A and Agent B.

You found out two others are pitching the exact same story idea as you. Must have been watching Oprah the same day.

The person you've been emailing privately from the loop, and each said you can't wait to meet in Dallas, didn't seem all that interested in hanging out with you after you each squealed and hugged in the hotel lobby.

Your roommate snores. Your spouse calls because the kids are driving him/her crazy. Your mother calls and wonders why you're wasting money the family doesn't have.

Ah, the sweet aroma of sacrifice. It can be frustrating and overwhelming.

But we cannot offer to the Lord what costs us nothing. I've been out of pocket the price of a conference many times - if not money, time. The past 4 years, I've worked the ACFW conference in some manner to cover my costs.

But here's the benefit. After all the disappointment has been shed, the tears cried, the manuscript ripped to shreds, and your spouse stopped you from putting your foot through the computer screen, a beam of light hits your heart. An idea.

You sit down at the computer. The opening scene flashes across your mind like a Jerry Bruckheimer movie. Your fingers are flying...

Yeah, you're a writer. If you stick with it. Don't give up. Pray for God's timing and the price of a conference.

Attending a conference is not the magic ingredient to being published, but it says this, "I'm serious. I'm pursuing this. And I won't offer to God what costs me nothing."

See you in Dallas 2006!

Space Coast Prayer Gathering

Church on the Rock, my church, lead worship at the Vineyard last night for the Space Coast Prayer Gathering.

Tony administered the prayer portion, reminding people to pray not preach - no soap boxes please - and the allow the band to sing off the prayers.

It went well. Really did. Tony lined up some of the regular Friday night Fire Dwellers to lead off the prayer time so folks could see how it worked.

We had some good choruses, me, Dave and Kathleen. Tony Foix was supposed to help with choruses or one liners but he said he didn't feel inspired. Hum.

So, I quoted Nora Roberts to him. "Don't tell me you can't work today because the muse has left you. Go track down that fickle slut, drag her back, chain her to your keyboard and get to work."

Isn't that hilarious? Mild laugh from Tony Foix 'cause he doesn't understand the writer's life all that well, but hey! Sing, dude. I'm usually not overly inspired when we start a Harp & Bowl set, but once I start singing and listening to the prayers, hearing the Word read, I GET inspired.

In The Fire is coming up next weekend. Will be an awesome worship blow out. Tony, Don and I are speaking, and the wonderful and amazing Javier LaBoy will lead worship.

Lots of work to do between now and then. I'm so grateful the Lord showed me Song of Solomon 3 a few weeks ago. All of our teachings (surprise) fit perfectly together and we didn't even share before hand.

God is cool.

Pray for us. We are deciding if we should put our dog Jack down. He's not doing well. Runny nose, weird thing going on with his eyes, heavy gurglish breathing. He'll be 14 in a few months.

We don't want to be hasty, but I can tell he's having a hard time sleeping. He has to keep his head up. We're taking him to the vet on Monday. Maybe it's a doggy cold and another round of antibiotics will cure him.

Pray. We love this dog. Even Pal is behaving himself around Jack.

Peace out.

Closing doors, opening windows

Last night at youth church, David started the first worship song. Tears filled my eyes and this movie like sequence rolled past my mind's eye.

Eric Exley, at fifteen, putting his arm around me and panning the room with his arm, said, "You should read Isaiah 54. Look at all your children."

Andrew playing "Green Pastures."

The Poughkeepsie youth rallies where God moved is such an awesome way. Stuart. Reuben and the first real High Calling Youth Band. Stuart. The three Julie's. Student leader meetings at our house. "Don't drop pizza sauce on the carpet!"

Lock-ins. Summer retreats in Georgia. Rachel Heinly's Yo, uth t-shirts. Reuben, again. The years combing youth events with Zion, Freedom, Vineyard and House of Prayer.

Lance, Shannon and Ted. Stuart.

Jim Bartholemew the summer retreat of '93. "I'm baaaack!" The blue school bus. The yellow, bumble bus. The mass break downs on the way home the summer of '93.

Ryan, Misty, all the kids from Palm Bay High. Volleyball. Renee.

The recordings with Andrew and his band. Cassie, best bass player, Eric, Laura, Dave, Carrie.

'93 prayer retreat where God manifested Himself in a dynamic way. And continued to do so for a year.

Thursday night prayer that lead to the '93 experience. Student leaders. Teaching them to teach the Word.

Worship. The kids coming home from college on breaks and wanting to get together for a worship blow-out night.

The Exley boys. All the Giard girls. The Whites. The Badgers. The early days with the "Advance Group." Brett, Sheree, Carrie Good, Marsha, Heidi, Rachel.

Pre service prayer. The summer conferences which lead to In The Fire. Harp & Bowl. Stuart. (He deserves several mentions.) Esther.

So many memories. So many adult and teen faces. Chelle, Denise, John, the Fairbanks, Renee, Jesse, Joan, Helen, my dear brother, Peter-John, Scott, Anthony, and others I can't remember at the moment.

The School of Checkers. Laughing so hard over burgers and fries. Stuart, again!

Last night was our last night. After twenty years of youth ministry, Tony turned the reigns over to Matt Girden, and his wife Jodi.

As he explained to the youth what we were doing, his eyes glistened. We still love the youth, in fact, we are better relating to them than adults. And giving the ministry to Matt is not about us moving on, or losing heart for the youth, it's about obeying God.

Matt is the man for the youth now. He's what they need. Matt and Jodi's heart and vision is very much like ours, so they have an incredible platform to stand on, but they are twenty years younger than we are, and God is moving them into the things He has for them.

As for Tony, he is still a pastor at Church On The Rock and will continue in his duties there, but God hasn't shown us all He has for Tony yet.

I feel really settled in my career as a writer right now, but know there is more for me to do in whatever God calls Tony to do.

Tony is an amazing man. So incredibly faithful and loyal, not out for himself or to build his own ministry. But yet, tenacious about the things God has put on his heart. Some of them are incredible things, impossible things for Tony to do on his own.

But with God, all things are possible. Besides, apart from Jesus, we can do NOthing. I don't think He was kidding or being metaphorical when He said "nothing."

So, as worship went on, Tony, Chelle (our other over 30 adult leader) sat in the back. Our last night.

The end of an era. The beginning of something new, undiscovered, and wonderful.

God, my Father, works all things together for good.

On my bed...

Been reading Song of Solomon 3 in preparation for the "In The Fire" conference (August 5, 6th)

I feel God is calling us out of our slumber. Here's the lead in to chapter 3.

The Bride (er, you and me) is in love, she's found her one true love and has grown comfortable. In verse one, she says, "On my bed night after night I sought Him whom my soul loves, but did not find Him."

On her bed? She looked for him on her bed? Hey, Bridie, get UP, out of BED and look for Him. But no, she wants to stay in her comfort zone.

The Bride is in her same old place, but the Groom, Jesus has moved. She's sitting up going, "Jesus, oh, Jesus, where art Thou?"

He doesn't respond because He wants her to follow Him.

Finally, she decided to get out of bed and look for him in the city - among her friends. This is such a key verse for the church - individually and corporately.

We are happy for Jesus to show up in our nice neat little church services, but we never expect to find him... out there! Hey, if Jesus was among the sinners and destitute when He physically walked the earth, what makes us think He's not now?

The Bride runs into the watchmen while looking for her Beloved. The watchmen are the wholehearted worshippers, the forerunners, the John the Baptist of our day, pointing the way to Jesus.

We are to be like David and point the seeking to Jesus. Not to ourselves (hey, pay attention,) but to Jesus. It's not about "my" ministry, but His Kingdom! His Bride.

Remember Hegai in Esther 2? He was the eunuch in charge of preparing the young women to go into the King. We are called to be spiritual eunuchs. Not desiring the Bride for ourselves but doing all we can to prepare her for intimacy with the King. The church isn't about making me feel important, but about making His name known.

If we get in the way.. look out.

So, back to the Bride running around the city. It's a wake up call to us. Eph 5:14 is the same, "Awake O Sleeper!"

Romance 13:11, "Wake up, the night is almost gone! Salvation is near!"

If you are awake, and trimming your lamp with oil, be a watchman and point the seeking to their Beloved. If you are seeking him "on your bed," get up. Get out there! Find Him.

Let's live wholehearted and abandoned for Jesus. We can't lose!

Peace.

Done like Cookies!

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, oh yes, I'm done, I'm done, oh the Diva book is done!

This day is finally here.... Hoooooooo! Done.

Now to edit, edit, edit. Even as I type this, I'm thinking of holes I need to fill, but the end was written. I'm loving this book. Aubrey James is so fascinating to me and I'm having a blast being a celeb through her.

Today is a significant day as far as being done with this novel. Can't say until later, but it has a prophetic feel - this day.

Last night we had dinner with Jeremial and Laura, Ezra and Avi. They leave Wednesday for Israel. Ezra was so cute calling us Oma and Opa, but when I see him again, he'll be so much older. I never did get to see them as much as I wanted, and now they are leaving, pressing on to the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

"We love you guys, very much! We will be praying for you."

Well, believe it or not, I am sitting her with old fashioned curlers in my hair and am about to celebrate the completion of my eight novel by cleaning my house!

Grace, love and peace!

What IS up?

You mothers will not have sympathy for me, but please, humor me.

In the last month, our older dog, Jack, who is almost fourteen, has gone down hill health wise. He's wheezing, hacking, snorting, snoring, moving very, very slow, hips give out on him. We took him to the vet who said he's "fine," maybe swollan glands and gave him antibiotics. (That'll be a $100.)

But yesterday while petting him, I rubbed his throat and he screamed. Have you ever heard a dog scream? And he threw up twice on Wednesday.

Our other dog, Pal, eight, threw up twice yesterday, and this morning at 5:00 a.m. He'd jumped up on the bed with Tony and ralphed. So, we're washing sheets in the pre dawn morning and remaking the bed. Then I noticed the bed in Pal's cage... you guessed it. Ahhh!

And I don't even want to tell you about MY chair. Let's just say Pal likes to bury things.

It's a Commie plot, I tell you. But I'm praying for my little guys. Poor things.

I had a bazillion thoughts to share this morning while dressing, but now that I'm here at the computer - Blank!

Mostly, I need to stop procrastinating and get to work. So close to be finished with Diva. Woke up this morning with clarity on a few issues. God is good!

Say, have you ever considered this? Jesus centered faith, Christianity, is THE only faith or religion in the world where:

1. God became man. All other religions are about man becoming God or attaining some higher state of being.

2. God made a way for man to come to Him. All others are about man finding a way to God, wandering aimlessly down a path that hopefully brings them to some state of bliss. No way of really knowing if their choices are right. It's all a big crap shoot and you hope you end up on the right side of the crap.

3. God appeased Himself with Himself. All others are about man appeasing an angry God or the gods. We have to persuade or conjole them. Not Christianity. Jesus is the Word of God made flesh. He is God incarnate, and became the sacrifice for our sins and wrong doings. God said, "I'll pay my own price for their sins."

It's mind blowing. Down right incredible. The One true God loves us so much, He paid the price for sin with His own flesh, and all He asks for in return is we love Him back. And receive His love.

Incomprehensible. What kind of love is this? Pure, beyond human understanding. But available to us. The truth of is simple yet deep, and doesn't require Rhodes scholars to interpret it for us. The Good News of Jesus Christ is for the every-man. For the illiterate in the mountains of Peru or Tennessee.

And all He requires is to love Him with all of our heart, mind, soul and strength. Listen, we're going to give ourselves wholeheartedly to something. Or somethings. Most of it a waste. Might as well give it ALL to Jesus, be loved unconditionally in return, and spend our affections on Someone and Something that has value in the next, eternal life.

Wow, sorry for the preach! But, God is so amazing.

Okay, back to work.

Peace.

I'm at home

Guess what I'm doing?