Nov 23


Psalm 118 24

A thought for as we head into Thanksgiving week—and every week.

Nov 16


2 Samuel 22 29

Nov 13




I just returned from a week in glorious Cabo San Lucas. The most remarkable thing about the landscape there is the crystal clear water of the Pacific Ocean that laps its white sand beaches.

That reminds me of Jesus.

Geology teaches that beach sand has been created by the continual pounding of the ocean waves against the rocks. When squishing your toes in the sun-kissed sand, it’s hard to picture the beach ever being rocky. But at some point back in time, it was. Then slowly—gently sometimes; crashing and powerful other times—the water ground away at the craggy rocks, turning it into the soft and lovely sand we love walking on.

It’s the same way with Jesus. When we begin our walk of faith, our spirit may be hard and rough. But then Jesus—the Living Water—washes over us, gently sometimes; other times as if crashing over us with truths, hard to understand or acknowledge.

In time, the Living Water turns us into something soft and lovely, making the walk of faith more pleasant as we enjoy traipsing barefoot in the Son-kissed paths where He leads..

…overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.

Nov 09

PRAYING NAMES: Sophie and Logan

Nametag Sophie and Logan


I love creating prayers for people to live the meaning of their names. Here are two more.

If you have a loved one you’d like to pray for this way, leave me a comment and I’ll create a prayer here in a future month.



Dear Heavenly Father, we pray that Sophie will live the meaning of her name. We pray that you will grant her wisdom and that she will develop wisdom for life based on your truths. We pray that she will value wisdom in herself and in others, following only the wise and forsaking the foolish. Amen.

LOGAN: little hollow

Dear Heavenly Father, we pray that Logan will live the meaning of his name. We pray that you will nestle him safely in a cleft of your spiritual rock so that when you pass by, he will receive a glimpse of your glory. I pray that he will have a longing to see your glory all of his life. Amen.


Nov 06



Always beautiful, the arch at the southern most tip of Baja California, Mexico at Cabo San Lucas. This photo—until hubby returns with the gorgeous ones he took—is from Wikipedia; the photographer was not credited.


Here at gloriously beautiful Cabo San Lucas, you can actually set one foot in the wildly torturous salt water of the Pacific Ocean and one foot in the calm Sea of Cortez. Both meet at the tip of Baja California, right here at the famous arch.

Trying to get in and out of a small boat from the main beach to this peninsula though, reminds me of the time Jesus was sleeping in the boat when a storm came up (Matthew 8:24). His disciples feared for their lives.

Yup. The Pacific Ocean waves are just like that. Knocking tourists about. Spilling us onto the sand to clutch at now soggy beach towels and waterlogged picnic baskets. But—just like knowing Jesus—it’s an adventure not to be missed.



Nov 02


Three rs


I’m taking this advice to heart. Am most likely sitting on the beach, staring out at the gorgeous blue sea in Cabo San Lucas. Wish you were here. But since you’re not, I hope you’re taking some time today to rest, relax and revitalize!

Oct 30


 jackWhen we moved here to Idaho, one of the things we looked forward to was Halloween.

Back in California, the neighbor kids had all grown up. Very few princesses and ninja turtles knocked on our door anymore.

But moving here, we noted that our neighborhood was filled to the brim with grade school age kids. And most families had lots of them.

 So we asked the important question: How many trick-or-treaters should we expect?

100? 200? More?

Or rather, how many bags of candy do we need to acquire?

Then it hit us. Over a year ago, we had scheduled a vacation. We leave…the evening of October 31.


Yes, we’ll miss the fun. Fortunately there’s always next year. And perhaps a few neighborhood kids will have some new brothers and sisters by them.

We’d better start saving up for the candy. ‘cuz my daughter warned me when she was 10:

“Mom! We will NOT be the house that gives out pencils!”

Now that’d really be scary.

Oct 26



Lya, a member of the Nox civilization from Star Gate SG1

On our bathroom wall are two mermaids nose-to-nose with a pig, Pinochio and his pet fish, Cleo and Lya, the Nox ambassador from Star Gate SG1.

Eclectic decorating? No. Fabulous imaginings.

There are no photos or drawings, sculptures or posters on those walls. They’re designs made by the builder when putting the finishing touches in our drywall texture. You know what I mean. If you hold your head just right and squint, it’s fabulous what you can see.

Because we have imaginations.

Which reminds me of Jesus.

Who but Jesus could imagine giraffes? Or pineapples? Or quartz crystals?

Who but Jesus could imagine rhinoceroses? Or artichokes? Or orchids?

Who but Jesus could imagine kangaroos? Or squid? Or pomegranates?

And He probably didn’t even have to squint while imagining.

But the cool thing is that we were made in His image. We have hands and feet and toenails and squint-able eyeballs. And imaginations.

That means we’ve got something to do while we’re sitting around in the bathroom.

Admit it. You’ve seen those images in your bathroom, too, right?

Oct 23

THE GEOLOGY OF JESUS: Clefts, Cracks and Caves

19448725_sThis morning I was singing, Rock of Ages, cleft for me. In the song, “cleft” means broken. And the song refers to Jesus’ body broken to save me from my sins.

But “cleft” also refers to those broken cracks within rocks. The study of rocks, of course is the science of geology. Geology reminds me of Jesus.

In Exodus 33:21-23, Moses was chatting with God atop the mountain and asked to see His presence. God reminded Moses that no one could see His face and live. He was that awesome. But our creative Creator came up with an idea.

Then the Lord said, “There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock. When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen.”

There are some nifty lessons here:

  1. There is a place near God the Father where you may stand. It’s a rock. And it’s safe. That rock is Jesus (1 Corinthians 10:4)

  2. There can be too much of a good thing. God is good, but we can’t handle His complete goodness in this life. If you’ve glimpsed God’s goodness here on earth, just imagine what’s in store when we meet Him face to face.

  3. God covers us with His hand for our protection. He also holds us in His hand. In fact, another song says: “He’s got the whole world in His hand.”

God desires to be known, but recognizes that, in this life, we probably can’t handle the reality of His glory. In fact, if you’ve ever gone spelunking (cave exploring) you’ve probably seen those amazing caves with dripping stalactites and sparkling stalagmites, and been amazed by the awesome beauty hidden right there deep inside the earth. Even inside a cave, a crack or a cleft, God leaves a bit of His glory for us to see, giving us a hint of His glory to come.

For now, we must look as if through a mirror darkly (1 Corinthians 13:12). As hard as we squint and strain our eyeballs, we can’t see God’s full glory. But one day, we’ll get brand new heavenly eyeballs. Then we’ll get to meet God face to face.

Won’t that be something!


Oct 19




So long. Farewell. Auf wiedersehen. Adieu.

Or perhaps closer would be: Dosvidaniya.

In reality I could use any number of languages to say good bye: French, Greek, Turkish, Spanish, Russian, Romanian, Hebrew and Gaguzian.


Gaguzian. It’s a dying language spoken by a scant 100,000+ people. The country of Gagauz is an autonomous region of Moldova—between Romania and the Ukraine.

Why do we care? Because my brother has just moved there.

My brother is a natural linguist (see partial list of languages above.) Many of those languages are self taught. He came across the language of Gaguzia a few years ago and was dismayed to think that the language of those people was dying. He wanted to do his part to keep it alive.

The best way to keep a language alive? Through Scripture—which tells us is God-breathed (2 Timothy 3:16) and alive and active (Hebrews 4:12).

But imagine if you couldn’t read Scripture in your own language? It’d be as hard as when the only Bible available was in Latin. Tough luck for those of us who couldn’t read Latin, right?

So my brother (who is actually Orthodox monk Fr. Cosmas), set out to remedy the situation and spent a month last year working with Bible translators on a Gaguzian version of the Book of Psalms. He returns there this year to live for 9 months to continue the work on the Psalms and hopefully more of Scripture for his Gaguzian friends.

If I knew how to say it in Gaguzian, I would, bro. Until then:

Toodles. Best wishes. Miss you already.

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