The loss of my dad still hurts, especially when seasons change.  . For those who have lost a loved one, the aching still seems to pulsate through the cracks left upon our hearts.  . Seasonal change can breeze in bronzes of bereavement. It can fall with ambers of aches and molasses colored missing.  . For me, this is true about Autumn. The leaves change once again, and my dad’s memory wafts o’er red-roofed wishing wells. The shallow water collects pennies of “wish you were here” under Birch trees.  . Seasons and holidays blow in memories that patina the past.  . Those who have lost a parent, we think upon childhood memoirs. Instances where we held our mom or dad’s hands, while strolling under amber stained glass etched with maple leaves.  . I think upon harvest memories where the jack-o-lanterns flow, and the crockpot chili steams in bowls.  . My dad walks behind my brother and I as we prance towards candy. In seasonal memory “trick-or-treats” bounce off lighted orange windows.  . Seaso

Eradication of the Woman . The biological woman is being eradicated second by second with secularistic folly. .  The woman is being black-washed with worldly paint that is stained with sinful strips of stupidity.  . The life of a woman is being subdued by subterranean slyness. In the tunnels of dark thoughts, biology is being hidden in the crevices of craftiness. God’s nature and order are being covered by demonic dirt.  . - Nature: God has given us fierce feminine genes that only the true woman can bare. A man cannot possess these genes with a fickle change of temporary thought.  - Order: Womanly empowerment does not embody a man. As the character, Eowyn, boldly hailed as she slayed evil in Tolkien’s, Lord of the Rings, “I am no man!” . No ladies, we are women…women of God! We are poised with difference and uniquely special. We are biologically beautiful, and men cannot “think” themselves into our territory of traits.  . In today’s lifeless and uncharted society, women are only powerf

When we get up in the morning, I’m sure most of us pour a caffeinated cup of coffee. I’m sure most don’t pour a glass water for needed energy. . As Christians, do we reach for the Bible like our cup of coffee? Do we open its unwrinkled pages to refresh our souls with living water? Do we pour the red words into our hearts to retain energy? . In the early dewy mornings, when the sun tips the trees, we should grab a glass of “water” instead of dehydrating coffee that is brewed with lack of taste.  . The pure water will fill our spirit with a perpetual flow of clear certainty…we are pebbles in the river of life.   . Are we quenching for holy wholeness or are we pouring gritty sand into our cup?  . The grit fills us momentarily, but then, scratches and nicks the inside of our soul. It cuts us, leaving holes of discontent, unhappiness, and void.  . The false filler of the world hardens hearts. Souls search amongst the desert for fake water in a distant mirage. We look to loosen t

If you want to start gossip, create cryptic and passive aggressive messages. . We’ve all seen messages on Facebook that are ambiguous and cause people to grasp their magnifying glass and mimic Sherlock Holmes. We all want to uncover the clues to this complexity. We dust for fingerprints, wondering who the culprit in the “Clue” envelope may be.  .  Creating coded messaging causes others and yourself to stumble. This is the start of the gossip granule. We spy 🕵🏻‍♀️ this minuscule message and think we have pin-pointed the perpetrator who, more than likely, is innocent.  . Therefore, “clue granules” are then mistakenly mounded into lies and deceit. Gossip is uncovered under the spyglass, rather than truth.  . “Eye spy” passive aggressive passages upon screens and in person.  . These classified convictions also create gossip, concealing trueness.  . Once again, others are intrigued and curious, picking up pipe and magnifying glass to crack the veiled vault.  . Who is it?  Maybe it’s… Coul

When my blue eyes wash over your soul with freshwater, guide me down the river to a waterfall of righteousness. Let’s sit there upon a rock of peace.  . When my little hand clasps yours, take me to the land with prancing bunnies who cuddle in comfy dens. Lead me to berry meadows where unicorns with bold horns stand with certainty.  . We must lead our children with a boldness and certainty like a river that’s assured of it’s rippling route.  . We must guide our sons and daughters to the pool of freshwater where the Holy Spirit ripples with righteousness. Our children will look at their reflection and remember their spiritual identity amongst wise willows.  . Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. - James 1:23-24 . As parents, we need to be stable upon the rock of Christ. Stand with affirmation and look through binocu

Don’t run the race alone. . Ready…set…go!  Gun pop!  . Keep running, don’t stop!  . I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 . The Apostle Paul was a man laced up with endurance and perseverance. He never stopped running due to water bottles filled with faith.  . While running his race, he never forgot to grab  side-liners by their arms with his letters of encouragement. He lifted up the lost, and handed them sneakers to run their race with boldness.  .  Are we also including others in our racing lane? Grab others by their arms, and witness while running together.  . Are we placing sneakers before disoriented souls, so they can find God easily? Grab the hands of weary substitutes, and put them on the track to Heaven.  . Are we helping tie the shoe laces of the lost with the love of God? Tie the laces tightly, so fellow runners can eventually sprint with spiritual confidence in their own lane. .  Is our lane o

Are you making a fire to keep the wolves away from your children? . I remember watching an episode of Little House on the Prairie that entailed Charles building a fire to keep wolves away from his family snuggled inside their protected homestead. . It made me think, “Are we building raging fires of righteousness to keep the wolves away from our children?”  . The world is filling with dens of ravenous wolves preying on our children. They want snip at them with sinister thoughts. They want to howl throughout the halls of schools with deplorable deeds. Worldly wolves want to growl at our children with gruesome vulgarity.  . These beasts run throughout the suburban and city streets chasing after innocence and purity…thus, light that fire!  . Light a fire that fills the sky with holiness that burns the backs of these bastards.  . Light a fire that protects your children and their minds from snarling snouts that spew sin. . Build a bonfire that flames with the Holy Spiri

Let’s get ready to rumble! Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses. - 1 Timothy 6:12 Are you getting your pink or blue boxing gloves out everyday to fight your flesh? Are you pouncing in the corner of the worldly ring ready to K.O. Satan’s lies?  I feel like todays generation has set their gloves aside and spiders have covered them with their webs of laziness.  I feel like today’s generation has stopped practicing their punching combinations to knock out futile failure. They have stopped working out muscles that build faithful strength.  Ding, ding, ding! In one corner…Satan’s division. In the other corner…marriage.  Fight for your marriage! Don’t let pride pin you in the corner with defeat. I believe pride and miscommunication are major tactics in flattening marriage. Satan is the one that should be flattened as you and your spouse shake hands and

As the sun snuggles up to the friendly daisies and covers under light lilies, my house is at peace with sunset rays. They seem to pray over our homey kitchen as I watch the day end in glory. . How is your day “setting”? . Was your day a collage of trials and sorrow? If so, settle into God like the sun settles into the earth.  . He is the one that can cradle you with comfort and strength. He will give you a refreshed spirit as He cleans your armor. As you dress yourself with the newly polished armor, the sunrise will reflect off of chrome that gleams with newfound strength.  . Did your day settle with strife? . When you get off your steed in the evening, guide him to waters that refresh not only his spirit, but yours. Sit beside the rock and sip living waters that will quench mind, soul, and a parched heart.  . Take time to rest your spirit as the sun sets into spirited fields of Sunflowers. Take in God’s breath and breathe out rejuvenation. Wrap yourself in the warmth of God’s word amo

A few days ago, my dog Tucker, kept getting himself caught and looped around our patio pole due to his lead.  I stood there and thought about bad habits as we try and live a Christian live. I dug up the lingering compost material of disobedience amongst our spirits.  We should be led by God. We should be directed by the Holy Spirit around patio poles, prickly weeds, snake dens, and ultimate destruction. Although, almost all Christians have a tendency to disobey and wrap ourselves around a  beam of backtracking and confusion.  As I looked at Tucker as he was standing there caught and taught by his lead, he looked worried and boggled with, “come and let me loose.” If we truly love and fear God, we will listen to Him and the leadership of the Holy Spirit. Jesus will loosen our constricting tie and we will live with intention free from burdensome bends and loopiness.  Even though the patio pole may look more stable and tangible, God’s ways are untied with joyous peace, clarification, comfo