Stepped into an empty church long before Sunday would stir. Morning sun through stained glass illuminated an old piano. Lack of practice warranted more warmup. One run through the day’s selections and my heart flowed into praise. Fingers seemed to be moving well and voice was awakening. A fresh lyric may have found its melody. …

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As you learn to listen, realize a true prayer garden is not always a time or place, but deep within, an empty spot at the fire pit awaiting a visit.

Don’t let life or those you love simply pass by. Appreciate them.

Dropping a dime in my virtual jukebox spun “He’ll Take Care of the Rest” by Keith Green. A funny and clever song with amazing piano rifts. There is a verse about Noah where his neighbors would laugh at his pet giraffe. Anyone who can rhyme “giraffe” is fine by me. Then the Lord said He …

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Lord, may You be praised in the thirsting and Glorified in the quenching. Amen…

Does my life reflect Your Glory?

May each breath be a soundtrack of praise that the Lord may inhabit all that I am, so that others may know all He is.

Slow down, He says. Don’t work so hard. Read more. Write more. Sing more. Rub your wife’s feet more. Breathe.

I drop my sword and cry for just a while
Deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child.