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If I’m honest, I’d say my daily prayer times with God have been somewhat less-than lately. God broke through the hardening shell around my heart with just the kind of message I’d expect from Him. “Got a stale and stagnant prayer life?” He’d ask. “Well, let’s just turn that whole thing upside down, then. Let’s begin at the end.”

We can KNOW all the right stuff, but in the heat of the moment, we need to actually DO something with what we know. Intellectual recitations sound great, but they don’t mean diddly-squat to an embattled heart. The spiritual battlefield may be in our minds, but it’s our hearts that are on the line in the end, and those are usually the places where we suffer the most collateral damage. Thinking clearly may be impossibly hard, so we need a straightforward spiritual battle strategy.

I've been living in the "other duties as assigned" zone for months now. But Jesus does plenty of “other duties” that we might not expect while He walks the earth. And who knows what God might do with the unexpected tasks He’s assigned me.

Looking back on a dark season of life, I can see life-giving moments wrapped up in memories of making egg rolls with my mom. And I'm grateful for the life God gives, even in the middle of death.

Living a good life sounds like the answer to life's questions. But who gets to define what is good and how do we know if we're measuring up? Only the One who is truly good can answer this question.

Is it possible to "B STILL" in a world going at breakneck speed all the time? Only if there's truly a difference between being still and doing still.

Quick fixes and easy solutions aren't strong enough to hold up in the heat of a broken world. Only an investment in Love has the strength to hold us up in the end.

It’s been a wild week. Just living in times like these brings a certain amount of cray-cray by nature, but these last few days were a doozy. All of the work of a five-day week got crammed into three because of the calendar (MLK day) and the weather (Austin doesn’t do well with sleet and freezing rain). The work I had on my plate probably could have filled two or even three normal weeks. So “wild” as a descriptor doesn’t really do my week justice.

Spiritually stuck in the Terrible Twos, I pitch a fit because I can't get the black dishwasher I want. Who's really in charge here, me or God?

Seems like a good time for a fresh start. I mean, the new year isn’t even a week old, the tone of 2018 is set about as firm as jello. And everyone around me talks “clean slate”, “my word for the year”, “resolutions”, and “goals.” Guess this is as good a time as ever.