Saturday, June 25, 2016

"Out of the Dark..." / Psalm 107:13-15a

Psalm 107:13-15a from God's Word Translation speaks deeply to me:

(Click type below for full-frame view of the passage.) 


"...and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW

Grateful 

Friday, June 24, 2016

"Prayer is..."

"Prayer is the linking up of the soul and mind and heart to God." -- Russell

My prayer: Lord, let prayer not be the missing link in my life. Oneness with You is what I most definitely cherish even now and most desperately long for forever. In the Name of Jesus. Amen.


"... and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW 

Grateful 

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Amazing Grace Matters

Click link below and listen yet again to what is likely the best song ever written:


"...and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW

Grateful 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

So, You Want to Be an Island? Not!

This song below is so true and powerful because God created us to need Him and to need one another. Warning: "Don't be an island. It's the opposite of true Christianity, closer even to insanity."


"...and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW

Grateful 

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

"Reign!"

My prayer today:

Lord, I know You reign over the vast universe and even beyond. Let me know that you also reign within me moment-by-moment. Manifest Your Purity, Peace, Power and Presence to and through and even beyond me. I desire to be Unified in Oneness with You, so that You might be Glorified as the One True God to all souls I encounter. In Your Holy Name, I pray. Amen. 

(Click on image for full-view of silver crown I photographed in a German castle.) 


"... and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW

Grateful 

Monday, June 20, 2016

A Holy Father's Day Memory in "the holy land"

I posted this on my Instagram account for Father's Day 2016 and sensed it would be a good story for my blog one day later...

On our journey home from The Outer Banks we stopped by the boat docks at Wanchese, North Carolina, where my Dad gave his life to Jesus during the fourth watch of the night on January 6, 1969. Dad's decision made here all those years ago aboard the Willis' fish/shrimp trawler, the Miss Vickie, proved to make the lives of his three boys delightfully different. I was seven-years-old. Truly a Holy Father's Day memory for my soul. This story is, in large part, why I call North Carolina "the holy land". 

P.S. I also had a 20-minute conversation with a boat captain at the docks and shared dad's testimony with him. It was a very tender exchange. Pray for Captain Steve. His fishing boat is named "All Pain".

(Click image to view Wanchese Docks full-frame.)


"...and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW

Grateful 

Sunday, June 19, 2016

My Dad and The Lad -- A Family-Tree Encounter -- Happy Father's Day

It's been a week of rest and reflection. Yes, I was blessed to spend seven days alongside the Atlantic Ocean with my wife. The life-giving week was bracketed by two Sundays -- my birthday and Father's Day. 

Our season of exhaling happened on an "unnamed" island :) of the Outer Banks that one side of my father's family still calls "home".

While I cannot share every moment of my week, something happened yesterday that was certainly a God-given encounter and I want to tell you about it. 

As we returned from the beach, I saw a seven-year-old local boy sitting under some shade trees alongside the road in the village. He was selling mostly natural items he had collected from the seaside. His inventory included unique seashells and pieces of driftwood ranging from small to very large. He even had a few jars of homemade fig preserves. 

I pulled my vehicle off the road, and greeted the young lad. I told him I loved to collect driftwood as well, and I wanted to help his business. So I selected a medium size piece of driftwood and paid the $5 he was asking for it. Then I saw his great-grandparents sitting in their rocking chairs on their screened-in porch just behind his selling location. I casually approached the older couple and asked if they had lived on the island all of their lives. They said "yes". I then told them about my own island heritage. They remembered my grandmother and her family. The great-grandmother then said, "Do you know who that young boy is that you just purchased the driftwood from?" Somehow in that moment I knew who he must be. I was right. He was the youngest child in my father's extended family now living on the island. I had met him when he was two years old, but had not seen him since. I have had frequent encounters with his dad, but had not since seen the lad. 

I then went back to the young boy and we had a great, kinship kind of a conversation. I am not sure who was more excited that we were kin, me or him? I could tell he was anticipating telling his dad, my cousin, that his own relative had been his best customer of the day. Maybe his only customer. It was a deep moment in my soul.

Indeed, something about that spontaneous roadside stop started what I believe to be a healing in a gaping-hole in my own heart. I had stopped to mostly encourage a little "unknown-to-me" boy, but I was the one really encouraged the most in the end. 

Healing? Yes, this is the second Father's Day that my dad has been in Heaven. My heart still hurts. Nevertheless, while I miss his presence, in his absence it is refreshing to know that our family tree is still growing. Yes, it's wonderful to know that our island roots still remain. 

My prayer today is that future generations will be told about our Good, Good Father God. Happy Father's Day to Him and to my dad who is with Him. And to you, too.

(Click below for full-frame image of the seven-year-old lad that's related to me and my dad. And that's my driftwood he's holding. Island roots, for sure! :)


"...and i wait." Psalm 5:3 GW 

Grateful