Photo Credit Maybe God thinks I’m a cry baby. My mountain is more than I can handle. I can’t see past it. I can’t bear the weight of it. My mountain is frightening and dark and seemingly impenetrable. I am helpless and weak in its shadow. Yet, I pretend that I can handle…
Photo Credit Lately, I sing my prayers. Let me explain. I am not a song writer. I don’t know how to play the guitar or create melodies. I just love to sing along with the radio in my car. As I belt out the words, God tunes my heart to sing His grace. He…
Photo Credit Do you ever think that maybe you are getting it all wrong? Sometimes, I question my prayer competency. I imagine that there’s some mystical algebraic prayer equation written in invisible ink that’s way beyond my understanding. Maybe my mountain never crumbles because I am “asking amiss.” I fumble to figure it out…
Photo Credit Here’s the thing: I live in an upside-down society corrupted by cynicism. I live in a world where Brad leaves Jennifer, and my co-worker ends up a single mom with too many bills to pay because her husband bails out. I live in a world where Milli Vanilli lip syncs, and my…
Every morning, I wake up and lift my heart to God in prayer. I praise Him for His glory and goodness. I surrender my agenda and expectations to His greater kingdom purposes. I yield my desires to do His will. And, then I ask for Him to move a mountain….