Loving God Through Confrontation Rob and I had spent the better part of the last hour in intense prayer. I don’t know when I had felt closer to him. We had played on the Puyallup city champion Little League baseball team. In high school, we graduated to the grueling cross-country runs — Rob having the…
Acquiring a Heavenly Perspective
I . . . began working my way upstairs on my crutches. Down at the bottom, on the first step, I started getting mad at God. “This isn’t fair,” I grumbled aloud as I struggled up the stairs, one crutch at a time, one step at a time. “I have to suffer and be in…
Why Shouldn’t I Just Quit?
For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. — Lamentations 3:22-23 There’s a little Dairy Queen somewhere east of LA on the 10 freeway. The 10 is the big east-west artery between inner city Los Angeles, where I had been breaking my heart trying to birth a ministry, and my…