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The “Last Days” are These Days

The “Last Days” are These Days

When our daily news sounds like The Tribulation spoken about in Revelation, as well as what Jesus foretold in Matthew 24, we have to realize these are the biblical Last Days we are living in. We might be tempted to focus on all the terrible and horrifying events happening but I don’t think the Lord would want His own to be dwelling on that.  We need to be about His kingdom work as never before.  And, most important, we need to give the Lord our  hearts and ears these days to draw close to Him. He loves us so much and is longing for us. Think of all He has done to have us. In our world, the dark grows darker; the Light becomes brighter. Jesus is returning soon for His Beloved (we are His Bride).  That’s where our focus should be. We need to be...

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The Diversity of Love to God is Art

I am on Chapter 4 of  The Art of Loving God, a book I’ve wanted to write for twenty years but wasn’t ready. Not sure I can begin to do the topic justice, but I am enjoying the attempt. It amazes me how God confirms us along our way. I just wrote about how we need to follow our own unique hearts and personalities in expressing ourselves creatively to God. In an illustration, I show how some people love the passionate, rock-concert type of worship complete with a darkened auditorium with colorful lights flashing and swirling with the music. Other people like a more contemplative style, like the purity of beautiful voices singing hymns in an echoing chapel. God loves, loves, loves diversity! We must follow our hearts and express our love to God as individuals,...

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The Gift of Free Hearts

The Gift of Free Hearts

Our hearts are like horses that run wherever they please, but when our hearts find God's heart, well, think of two horses running and frolicking on the beach. 

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Why I Love Poppies

Why I Love Poppies

Poppies became my favorite flower about twenty years ago while I was in Israel, on a Galilean hillside to be exact.  The memory of them found its way into my first novel God in Sandals when I described the lovely, divine scene of Jesus and His listeners as they heard the first Kingdom principles and promises we named The Sermon on the Mount. Ever since then the flower has been a symbol of God’s beauty, majesty, and intimate love to me. He delights to delight His beloveds with flowers. Extravagant, diverse, creatively glorious; and yet common.  He’s so romantic. I noticed a bed of tall poppies in Minnesota this month when I walked to my car in my sister’s front yard. Her next door neighbor’s waving poppies beckoned me to come and...

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Our Weakness Can Be Our Strength.

Our Weakness Can Be Our Strength.

My new writing project is stretching me out of my comfort zone but that’s good.  I think because the topic of my book is about deep devotion to Christ and the creative pursuit of God, which is the highest form of art that arises from our soul. My main problem is that an overwhelming amount of content wants a place in my book. It is like a tsunami of living water that I’m trying to tame into a peaceful brook. Yeah! Anyway, here’s a single quote that rose to the surface today:  “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” A. W. Tozer. While doing some research, I came across this artist, Paul Smith. He brings to life the meaning of this Scripture: “Therefore I take pleasure in...

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Treasures of Earth Don’t Compare to God’s Treasures

Treasures of Earth Don’t Compare to God’s Treasures

Last week I vacationed at the beach in South Carolina. Looking down from an eighth floor condo at the ocean, I noticed a guy with a metal detector on the shore looking for buried treasures. He stepped slowly, methodically swinging his contraption back and forth in front of him, his head cast downward, eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. Something inside me felt sorry for him. I wondered how much time and hope he put into his pursuit of beachcombing. All around him was a breathtaking, majestic scene–one I had driven hours in order to see and experience. Gazing out at the horizon made my soul soar. The sun rose in the morning sky of scattered clouds, casting a heavenly golden hue on everything; the sound of the steady waves pounded the shore, the gentle...

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