Showing posts from January, 2013

Guest: Confessions of Conflict Coward

Conflict. Practically a four letter word. When it hits, I wanta run for the Smokies, to a nice secluded cabin and begin life as a hermit. I consider myself a strong person who, with God’s divine power and protection, has survived many challenges. I’ve hauled hay bales to the top of the barn loft, flung 100 pound feed sacks, roofed a porch, built a deck, dug a fish pond, laid tile, and hung ceiling grid in Honduras. I use most power tools, drill, saws, sander, power stapler, and my personal favorite, the impact driver. I can speak to hundreds of people and can corral a large group of children in sixty seconds. But when someone says, “Let’s schedule a conference,” I turn to a bowl of quivering jelly.
But, I’m in good company. Elijah headed for the hills when Jezebel threatened his life, though God’s mighty spirit rested on him. He was the vessel of many of God’s amazing miracles. And he ran. Literally.
As Elijah fled, God sent angels with food and strength to fuel a 40 day journey to Mt. …

What Do You Do?

© Foto.fritz | Stock Free Images & Dreamstime Stock Photos When You Are Mad…...At God Physical calamity, financial distress, emotional turmoil… You turn to the Father and are met with…nothing. A small fire ignites in the recesses of your soul. You continue to pray and silence is still your answer. The flames grow. As the many petitions fall on deaf ears, your wounded spirit begins to flounder under the battering of the inferno. You cry out in bitter rage, “God! Why have you forsaken me?” Have you ever experienced the devastation of unanswered prayer? Luke 11:9 (NKJV) "So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” Does God hear my prayers? Does He care? Why do the answers not come? Why do the doors not open? These questions are in my mind on a daily basis. Jesus promised that I may ask and the answers will be given and that I should seek and I will find the way and I can knock and all will be open but for some rea…

One More Day

© Duey | Stock Free Images & Dreamstime Stock Photos The buzzer sounds and I reach for the alarm clock. Pain shoots down my arm. With a low moan, I struggle to turn the thing off and flop back over, cradling my arm to my side. My shoulder grinds with every movement and tears flood my eyes. Just one more day. The physical battle through the work day leaves me weary and I arrive at home to land in my comfy chair. Spikes and tingles spread through my fingertips as my back relaxes against the soft cushion. A jackhammer feels like it’s keeping time under my shoulder blade. I close my eyes and thank the Lord for getting me through the day. I guess the Lord has a lesson for me to learn through this whole ordeal. Modern medicine can’t magically cure this ailment. The doctors don’t know when it will go away or why it happened in the first place. All they know is that it will fix itself, maybe…in it’s own good time. Until then, I’m the one-armed pharmacist/writer. The Lord is good. He’s my fo…

Return to Me

Image Psalm 10:17-18 “LORD, You have heard the desire of the humble; You will prepare their heart; You will cause Your ear to hear, to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, That the man of the earth may oppress no more.” I watch the news each night and find myself in tears at the atrocities I see. The television is littered with stories that used to be a once in a lifetime occasion. Now, they’re a dime a dozen. Or are they? Let’s just say, it’s amazing what the information age did for the media business. My soul aches with the stories of unimaginable horror. Death, destruction… I search for the Lord but He’s so hard to find. I catch a glimpse here and there. Hope blossoms then another story dashes it once again. I ask myself, “Is it too late for us? Is there any hope?” Zechariah 1:3-4 “Therefore say to them, ‘Thus says the LORD of hosts: Return to Me, says the LORD of hosts, and I will return to you, says the LORD of hosts. Do not be like your fathers, t…

Pen to the Page: An Author's Examination

Image Not an exam! I didn’t write this book for someone to pull it apart, did I? Those words filled my mind the first time I entered a contest. I felt like I was about to sit in the dentist’s chair but I’d just finished the first draft of my manuscript and was at a loss at what to do next. So, I entered it into a writing contest and quickly discovered the world of words. Needless to say, I didn’t win first prize but I learned the value of a critique. Three writers judged my work. They offered advice and remarked on areas of weakness and strength. Some were easier to read than others but all served their purpose, to make me a better writer. The key to any critique or contest is your spirit. How will you accept their words? Will you perceive them as an attack or pearls of wisdom? Will they crush your hopes or strengthen your determination? It’s up to you. After examining the suggestions in their entirety, I edited the manuscript. An addition here, slice there, and …


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