Journey Through Consecration

How to Dig a Grave

By On August 12, 2017

“Nancy’s got to die.”…I was praying, and had spoken this to God. I was in a season of consecration and had decided there just wasn’t much to admire or love about the… Read More


Weeds of Bitterness with Sunday School Kid

By On July 14, 2017

Sunday School Kid hadn’t been himself lately. He usually had a quick smile and laughed easily, but lately, he was quiet and the light had gone out of his eyes. He did… Read More



By On May 12, 2016

“Write, My Daughter.” I immediately dug in my purse for a notebook and pen at God’s command to write. I was in the air, somewhere between Kansas City and Boston, on my… Read More

Field of Labour

Days of Elijah

By On December 8, 2015

“I have offered this generation of youth the honor of being warriors in this end age.” That was the good news…the bad news…many aren’t ready. And why is that? Why are many of… Read More

Field of Labour

The Holy Wait

By On December 8, 2015

I said to Jesus, “What would I give you for Christmas if I could give you something?” I thought on it, then said, “I would give you a beautiful, cleansed temple.” I… Read More

Field of Labour

Cradle or Grave: birthing spiritual babies

By On October 23, 2015

“I was wondering if you are Apostolic Pentecostal?”, I asked the Pastor that had answered the church phone. My heart sank as he answered, “No.” I had spotted a sign on a garage… Read More

Morning Glories

I’ll Meet You in the Morning

By On October 15, 2015

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot of sunrises”…I was on the couch with my freshly brewed coffee, looking out my East window at the pink sky of sunrise. I was thinking… Read More

Journey Through Consecration

Rise Up Oh Army of God: Part 2

By On October 7, 2015

“Lord, cause your army of believers, just like me, who took this truth home with them and were changed and made this a part of them; cause them to rise up and… Read More

Field of Labour

Evening Before the Dawn

By On September 3, 2015

“But…the muscles of your knees will atrophy!” The horrified look on the face of one of the Radiologists I worked for, said it all. I had run into this fine musculoskeletal radiologist… Read More

Field of Labour

Marching While You Wait

By On August 23, 2015

The piercing whistle of the drum major signaled the drummers to transition from a marching cadence to the intro of the next song. Instruments were snapped up and the music began to blast… Read More

Field of Labour

You Snooze You Lose

By On July 30, 2015

“We need to fill our vessels with light.” My pastor’s wife was speaking to the ladies. She gestured to a row of clear plastic cups and I spotted one with my name… Read More

Morning Glories

Morning Glories

By On July 3, 2015

“I like to get up very early in the morning sister, while it is quiet and well before my household stirs. I like to enjoy my time with God in peaceful solitude.” My pastor continued speaking, his Bolivian accent flavoring… Read More