(I am in Switzerland with some friends/Swiss allies teaming together in presenting a Boot Camp. I’m hoping to post several reflections on this experience.)
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(I am in Switzerland with some friends/Swiss allies teaming together in presenting a Boot Camp. I’m hoping to post several reflections on this experience.)
So Lori tells me our daughter is bleeding. She’s 17 weeks pregnant 1276 miles away in The City of the Angels. My heart begins to swell. I call her and hear just beneath the surface of her always-joyful life giving voice the silver tongued devil’s fear. I mutter some words, give her my heart expressing my love, and enter the battle for my daughter and the baby in her womb.
I’m sitting in the sound booth through the second session of our Advanced Conference listening to John speak. At some point my mind wanders… I’m musing* about “teaching “and God nudges me asking,
When did you enjoy teaching most?
Errands done, garage straightened up, work project finished, yard work done, emails checked. It’s snowing, cold… breezy. I’m leaning back in my desk chair…
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday… inhale, exhale. Lord, shift my heart to Easter.
My mind goes to the resurrection. No sooner do I say “resurrection” under my breath and I’m in tears.
One accented theme woven into my life and world view is the forever and always presence of God. God is close. He is next to you wherever you may be. There is no place you are He isn’t.
“Can anyone hide in secret places so that I cannot see him?" declares the LORD.
"Do not I fill heaven and earth?" - Jeremiah 23
It was evening. I was eight, my younger brothers and sisters had just been put to bed, mom and dad wanted to talk with me alone in the family room of our home.
So this guy interrupts Christ perturbed that his brother is unlawfully withholding his portion of the family inheritance… I’d be pissed too.
Its morning.
In my favorite rotund leather chair with a wonderful cup of Sumatra I’m browsing through last year’s journal.
February 21, 2008
I’m less concerned, maybe more accurately less “demanding” that I find the community I long to be a part of. My concern now is offering life… authenticity… God… creating community where I am.
On Tuesday I’m agitated. 
I step into a colleague’s office to vent.
He spins around in his desk chair and welcomes my orneriness, listening, risking a couple of bold questions (one wrong question and I could make life miserable for him… How easy, even “wise” it can be to avoid honest, caring engagement with one another! Is it because we fear the consequences?).