I BELIEVE this. You BELIEVE that. And if we both try to convince one another to BELIEVE what we BELIEVE, we could spend days going back and forth. So why do you BELIEVE what you BELIEVE? And perhaps an even greater question is this~ Do you live what you BELIEVE, so that others can see your FAITH without you ever saying a word? WHO DO YOU BELIEVE? I BELIEVE GOD'S WORD. Not because I won an argument. Not because someone convinced me. But because I have experienced the GOD of t

I remember a day when JOY became a foreigner. Ironically, I had just written a devotional about the JOY of the LORD. I was overflowing with JOY, as the words of Psalm 30:11 became my song, "YOU have turned my mourning into dancing;YOU have taken off my sackclothand clothed me with JOY". I had no idea that before the sun would rise, life would change. It felt as though a freight train had come rushing through my house. One moment there was JOY. The next moment there was MOURNI

HE told me once. HE told me twice. And HE won't stop telling me~ "I want ALL of you". BUT I respond with a "BUT GOD, what do you mean by my ALL? "JESUS replied: ’Love the LORD your GOD with ALL your heart and with ALL your soul and with ALL your mind'"(Matthew22:37). Oh how I question the word ALL as GOD is asking me to put HIM first, second, third.... JESUS wants my ALL~ "constituting the full quantity or extent; complete" (logos). Oh how I live on the fence when I crave LO

The QUIETNESS of the morning wakes me up. THE STILLNESS is so beautifully pure, that there is no room for interruption. Because the space and place is reserved for JESUS. Oh HE BIRTHS NEW LIFE into the dead spaces and places, the holes in our hearts that were created by the BROKENNESS OF LIFE. Whether it is a hole that you created, or if it is a hole created by another, or a hole that circumstances have created. The HOLE is an INVITATION for THE QUIETNESS, THE STILLNESS , of

CHRISTmas in JULY sounds so strange to me, because CHRISTmas is year long because JESUS is year long. JESUS doesn't get packed up in a box, to be opened for the next CHRISTmas season. Yet doesn't HE get buried amongst the rubble of the hardships, the hurts, and the pains of the world. Nothing can BURY JESUS, because HE ROSE. Oh even the GRINCH couldn't STEAL CHRISTmas from the HEARTS of every Who down in Who-ville, even though that was his mission And oh how he thought succee