Elisha said, "Listen! God's word! The famine's over. This time tomorrow food will be plentiful—a handful of meal for a shekel; two handfuls of grain for a shekel. The market at the city gate will be buzzing." The attendant on whom the king leaned for support said to the Holy Man, "You expect us to believe that? Trapdoors opening in the sky and food tumbling out?" "You'll watch it with your own … [Read more...] about Who Is Really In Charge?
"In all their distress he too was distressed, and the angel of his presence saved them..." Isaiah 63:9On a remote African mission station, in the province of Bandundu, my mother was anguishing in prayer at my bedside. I was in the throes of a serious bout of malaria. My father was away from us, called off the station on an evangelism trip. Those were the days before we had the short wave radio … [Read more...] about The Angel of His Presence
"Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12I was feeling very sacrificial and smug the other day when I dropped my own agenda and asked my youngest daughter if she wanted to snuggle and read with me. Fully anticipating a joyous smile of acceptance on her face in response to my request, I was shocked when she said, “No, Mama, I have something I need to … [Read more...] about Trampling on the Sacred
"…The LORD their God is with them; the shout of the King is among them.” Numbers 23:21There are days that my soul does not know that the Lord my God is with me. The shout of my King can be drowned out by the other voices that clamor for my attention. I never have to ask to hear the voice of anxiousness, discouragement, or shame. As much as I seek to drown their shouts out, they speak with unbidden … [Read more...] about The Shout of the King
"...Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light." Micah 7:8 (NIV)I grew up in the bush of the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). Because the equator ran straight through the country, we had twelve hours of light and twelve hours of darkness, give or take a half hour. At the end of our three-hour ration of nightly electricity, my dad would walk down to the generator to turn off its motor. … [Read more...] about Sitting in the Dark