Have you ever argued with God? I have, many times. In one of my recent arguments with God, I sounded like Moses in the verse above; “Lord, please send someone else.”

God has asked me to …

A place of rest is not necessarily a place of peace. Anyone who lives with major regrets can attest that simply exiting the wilderness of sin does not bring peace. The washing of the water of God’s Word is the life-giving source. Jesus said . . .

Do you long for God’s presence, but don’t know how to get there? Thankfulness is the key.

Thankfulness is the door (gate) that gives us access to God’s courtyard. Once we are in the house of God, we commune with God in praise and worship.

The world’s depravity stems from the root of unthankfulness . . .

 I read this verse in Psalms and wondered if the makers of the first telescope thought they would see the throne of God above the firmament. Were they disappointed to find only stars? . . . .

“What should I be learning from this? Lord, I don’t want to repeat this lesson!” When I struggle with challenges in life, this is my prayer. I base my prayer on Deuteronomy 8:2 and others like it.

God leads us . . .

My husband and I have been married for 37 years, and we have settled into a companionable silence. Of course, we do share stories and . . .

Perhaps the most famous passage in the book of Joel is the promise of the Holy Spirit (Joel 2:28). Peter quoted that verse . . .

For centuries, we have been praying to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers. What if our most effective evangelists are stuck in a backroom watching videos and eating fishy crackers? Let’s partner with God in raising up an army of passionate children . . . .

It was painful to watch. At my cousin’s “celebration of life,” her husband and grown sons struggled to make sense of “a life taken too soon.” One son sobbed how . . . .

I laid prostrate on the floor in prayer with a blank piece of paper in front of me. I was attempting to rewrite the children's story on hearing God's voice. The first draft simply wasn't working. . . .

. . . the worship leaders were simply playing softly for a long stretch. 

I don't know what they were doing during that time; I never opened my eyes. I was having my own encounter with the Lord.  . . .

The Vision

My quiet time with the Lord turned into a struggle.  I searched my heart, questioning if I had hidden sin. I kept reading my Bible, praying and singing songs of worship that came to mind. Exhausted from my efforts, I continued . . .