"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Monday, November 26, 2012





Being a visionary type is a real pain sometimes. You get a few peeks into the adventure ahead of you and you’re hooked…you took the bait and are running with it. The heart gets pumped (no pun intended), you feel energized, alive and ready to tackle anything.

That’s when IT happens…

You take the first step and reality (shortcomings, weaknesses, failures, etc.) takes a huge bite out of your zeal and spits in back in your face…laughing.

Major ouch…no what?

For me it requires some soul searching. I look closely at the calls on my life; husband, father, brother and son. All filled with passion, all richly rewarding and all consuming. My pondering has led me to an interesting thought.

I have a following that flows from my following.

"Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." Matthew 4:19

As I follow after the Messiah my attractiveness increases and the pull of the Father’s love finds an outlet to touch others.

“Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.”
1 Corinthians 11:1

The draw of my story depends on being about my Father’s business and sharing the marvelous tale of my rescue. The telling of this epic is spoken through all the calls of my life, each one a chapter of how redemption shapes a man. The visionary saw a lot of my story unfolding, the practical man had to walk it out, sometimes kicking reality in the teeth along the way.

On January 6, 2013, I will be taking another one of those practical steps that the visionary guy saw many years ago. It is a leap of faith mixed with a heart’s desire that I once believe passed me by, a dream thought defeated by my “reality”.

Believe it or not, yours truly is becoming a pastor…

I will follow my King down another path and become an associate pastor at my church. The overlap of calling flows into another channel and the heart of the visionary awakens. The stirring of my soul hopefully impacting lives as I’m impacted by the character refinement of the Father’s hand. This quote echoes my heart.

“You are to follow no man further than he follows Christ.” John Collins

The story continues…watch out reality…I’m coming for you!

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Monday, November 19, 2012

Arriving at Thanksgiving



Untitled-1It was a clear, crisp morning, just ripe for adventure and discovery. I sat sipping my coffee in the observation deck (more like a room than deck) while waiting for the Delta flight carrying my son Michael to take off. When others came to do the same, I left my seat and pressed my face against the glass, my coffee steaming the window in front of me. I longed for a look at my son’s plane but it was at a gate that this “deck” couldn’t observe. So I watched the landings and takeoffs of other planes, and thought…

Changes will mess with you.

A melancholy mood tried to fog my emotions; much like the haze my hot coffee made, temporary clouding the tarmac from my view. I thought of two of my sons, away from our family at Thanksgiving and how I will miss them. My thoughts are interrupted by a little boy of four or five, excitedly begging his mom to stand and watch the airplanes land.

“Mom…don’t you want to see?” He asks

Another large Jet lands and so does a new thought…I begin to see.

Life is full of transitions…arrivals and departures.

Family life is full of comings and goings and a father is much like air traffic controller. We see to the departures and we tend to the arrivals. We deal with hearts and dreams and the flights of both…we must be ready to let them soar. I could dwell on loss, on lack or what I simply don’t have…or I could choose something different.

I can arrive at Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action. ~ W.J. Cameron

Happy Thanksgiving everybody…praying you have a wonderful time and feel the overwhelming love of our Father during it all! - Jay


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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Restore Me…a prayer


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I wake up this morning and feel you gently pull me to life. Last night...I felt broken, used up and brittle...unable to rise above myself. There is still weariness in my muscles, I can see it in my eyes, I know it seeks a home in my spirit.

I am reminded of your Word of truth.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul. Psalm 23:1-3

Can there be quiet in the storm I walk through? Can there be restoration in the midst of a ongoing battle, one...I'm afraid of losing? Can my heart beat with life again?

Again...your Word.

Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. Jeremiah 17:14

This prayer, I offer to you my Father. As an offering of praise, as an offering of surrender and trust. I am yours...you are mine...I am in good hands.

In Jesus name I pray...Amen

“Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.” - Vivian Greene

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Monday, November 5, 2012

Voting on my Knees



prayingposition copy "And I will give you shepherds after my own heart, who will feed you with knowledge and understanding.” Jeremiah 3:15 ESV

I admit to having a real difficult time this election. The candidates presented to us seem so far from the Father’s heart…I keep thinking…

Is this best we can do?

I was going to rant this morning, tell you why each candidate is unworthy to hold an office, much less than the highest one in our country. I was going to complain about a nation asking for a king instead of bowing their hearts to the King of Kings. I was…but I can’t…I feel there is something far greater at stake than electing a President tomorrow.

Father God asked me a question this morning…I think He’s asking all His sons and daughters this same one.

Who will hold your heart after the election?

The answer depends on what or who we have transferred our hope to. I admit to losing hope because there was a dearth of leadership presented to us. Some have placed their hope in one of the candidates. We give our hearts so easily to other causes, to other leaders to other hopes…and when we do…we come up empty.

And so, Lord, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you. Psalm 39:7

Our hearts are far more important to God than the election tomorrow. If the heart of the Church is firmly in the hands of the Father, our hope will be as well. May I encourage to earnestly be praying for tomorrow? Whoever is elected, God is still sovereign, and He still holds the heart of the “king” in His hands.

And He still holds mine…what about yours?


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