This morning I settle into this chair finally content.

You wonder where I’ve been.

Everywhere it seems.  In this one month I have seen both sides of the United States.  I’ve been from CA to NYC and everywhere in between.

My heart pauses at those two words ––in between.

That is where I am living right now.

In between deadlines and State lines and still I am trying to fit in what is real and that includes breakfast and lunch, and cello lessons, and watching Grace’s favorite show before bed, and texting the boys, and catching up on Meg’s life, and writing a missionary, and preparing a seminary lesson.

You know, the most important stuff is the stuff that happens in between.

And sometimes you can’t fit everything into 24 hours.

That’s been the case lately.

So forgive me for not being here, while I got caught up in the in between.

But don’t worry…

I just pushed send…and all three deadlines are finally met.

And I only have one more State line to cross this year.

And tomorrow I will pull out Christmas,and decorate, and life will go back to some semblance of normal.

And I…

I will be here.

Because I have missed this.  I have missed you.

And there is something about knowing that we are all trying to come closer to Christ.






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Sometimes I like to visit other churches.

This is especially the case when I travel.

There is something amazing about going to another part of the country and joining together to worship with people who have like minded beliefs.  A lesson is always waiting to be learned.

Such was the case last weekend.

It was a small town in upstate New York.  I walked into the building and immediately wished I lived there.  What is it about small towns?

The interfaith Bible study on Tuesday nights.

The potluck on Friday.

And the people.  Oh, the people.

Their hearts were as good as gold, warm like the fall hanging softly on the branches of the New England trees outside the walls of that church building.




Brilliant warmth.

The kind of warmth you don’t quickly forget.

At the end of the service a woman stood to pray.  Her name was Margie.

She stood there softly, in a beautiful pink cardigan, white hair piled up graceful on her head.

Her voice was gentle, and she spoke as if God was right there in the room with us.

I won’t soon forget her words,

“If there is anyone in this group who has a special need please help them.
Whether they ask for it or not.
Just because they are special to us.”

So simple.  So sincere.

For just a moment I knew I was special.  To someone.  In a small town in upstate New York.

A gentle woman who had pled to God in my behalf.

And right then and there I made a commitment.

I must learn to be more generous in my prayers.




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We are away on fall break for the week.  Hopefully you are enjoying all the benefits of this beautiful time of year.

Some have asked how to share the trailer for the new book, The Peter Potential.

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What if Peter thought his life was to only live as a simple fisherman?

What could the Lord help each of us and those we care about discover about themselves?

Discover the Peter Potential.

See you next week.

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Last weekend I heard a very simple prayer that I will not forget.

The funny thing is, it was a mistake that made it memorable.

As the gentleman prayed, he intended on petitioning God to strengthen our faith.

Instead, he asked the Lord to please “Faithen our strength.”

He quickly corrected his blunder over my muffled giggle, but I have not stopped thinking about it since.

I really want my strength to be faithened.

How does one faithen their strength, I wondered.  How do infuse faith into my strength, endurance, and efforts?

I thought of a favorite scripture:

“The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped.” (Psalms 28:7)


I want to trust the source of true strength.  Faithfully lean on His help–my shield.

Perhaps too often I am looking inward for assistance instead of upward.

Or sometimes it seems quite reflexive to take a little too much credit for the things that are going well–to tout my own strength–even quietly.

On those days, even abundance is found wanting and there is no more breath left to praise God.

My admiration for my assumed accomplishments crowds out gratitude.

A faithened strength, on the other hand, seems to instinctively trust God and thank God simultaneously.

Decreasing as He increases.

Feeling encouraged even when the ledger shows I lack.

Receiving and recognizing His help is so rewarding and refining.

When others see my confidence, I want it to reflect His compassion.

I want them to see faith in my strength.


Daily Invite:

Look today for opportunities to recognize and praise God for the strength He has given you.


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On Monday night I caught the house on fire.

Well, I almost did.

Grace was desperate for Kale chips.  So I covered the Kale with olive oil, spread it out on a cookie sheet, and put it in the oven.

Then Grace remembered she left her phone at a neighbors house.

Remember how it was such a beautiful night on Monday night?

I suggested we walk over to pick it up…it wouldn’t take long.

And it didn’t.

But on the way home, from a block away, I heard the fire alarm going off.  I remember asking Grace, “How long do you think it takes to cook Kale chips?”

We started walking faster.

But not fast enough.

We missed all of the excitement.

Greg opening the oven door.  The cookie sheet of Kale bursting into flames.  Greg running through the kitchen with flaming Kale and throwing the cookie sheet in all its flaming glory through the open sliding door.

We got there just in time to experience the smoke that filled the entire house.

“Did you forget about the Kale?”  Greg asked.

Really, I didn’t forget.  I just didn’t understand how fast it was going to cook.

I neglected to watch over that which I had been entrusted with.

Sometimes we do that.

Sometimes we underestimated how important our watch care is in that moment.

I have been thinking about those I care for.  How I don’t want anything to go wrong on my watch.

Sometimes they need me less.

But sometimes they are in the heat of the fire…intense heat for short periods of time…

In those moments, perhaps they need me more.

To provide encouragement, impart counsel, or maybe even just to pray.

Short periods of focused prayer.

Today I am thinking about the importance of watch care.

a daily invitation:

Who needs your care today?  Your prayers?  Your attention?

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