Technology is a Useful Servant But a Dangerous Master

Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master. –Christian Lous LangeThere are so many resources at our fingertips. Endless blogs on the internet that can instruct us to cook in various ways such as vegan, paleo – and more. There are so many self-help books and websites where we can look up anything from A-Z. And, there are many religious apps on our iphones – where we can get a verse of the day or a Bible study on our convenient handheld devices.

With all this information – readily available, I suppose we should feel comforted; yet, often, it makes me feel the opposite way – a little overwhelmed. While there is nothing wrong with websites that better us as an individual, I find myself thinking – what ever happened to the day, where I just sat in a quiet room with candles lit, Bible opened, positive music playing and a notebook in hand and said, ‘God speak to me.’ Those were the times that my heart was stirred and truly spoken to by the LORD. Those were the times, I cried from my gut and felt his power at work in my life.

Somehow with all the blossoming technology – that connection is easily lost. It’s effortless to scroll through Instagram pictures, tune in to a self-help podcast, scroll through infinite blogs or let that ‘verse of the day’ suffice as your Word of the Day. We are easily distracted (myself included) by these social media sites. However, it’s been researched and reported that often these sites are linked to feelings of depression and feelings of hopelessness.

In a world of instant media, news and communication – it’s hard to tune out the influences online that magically draw us in for more and more. Like potato chips, its hard to just eat one chip – out of that great big bag.

Yet, don’t we long for something better for ourselves?

Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master.  – Christian Lous Lange

My heart truly longs for the serene setting once again – where its just me and God – and not me, God and the computer/iphone.

May we challenge ourselves to drain out the distractions and try to go to a quiet place every day to truly reflect on our Savior’s goodness. We needn’t feel inadequate if we can’t find that exact scripture we are looking for – for our LORD equips us with all that we need.

His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. – 2 Peter 1: 3

May we open our Bibles unaided and search for the jewels in his Words. May we only grow dependent on our God – and not an online tool.  I pray we let God speak to our hearts and pray that our ears will be opened to receive his kind instruction and guidance.


By The Shepherd’s Side

The only safe place for a sheep is by the side of the shepherd, because the devil does not fear sheep, he just fears the shepherd. – A.W. TozerThe only safe place for a sheep is by the side of the shepherd, because the devil does not fear sheep, he just fears the shepherd. – A.W. Tozer

How trite to feel my feeble hooves are the ones that shoot down darts.

Why do I end up trusting in my strength – to make the Red Sea part?

Yes, through our Creator, we’re given the power to fight forces of dark,

Yet, this little lamb confuses my God’s might with my battle mark.

I will stand behind the Shepherd and loudly praise his name –

For he’s the one that spreads his hands and makes the lion’s tame.

He speaks peace to the storms and calms the winds with an almighty gaze.

He has held my trembling hands in battle and protected me all my days.

God, may I look to you and glorify your awesome might.

You are the one who truly turns my darkness into light.

You empower ordinary people to do extraordinary things.

But, it’s only in your mighty name all demons seek to flee.

I’m just a shell of flesh and bone without your spirit operating in me,

I cling to endless truth – you’re working in this frame for all to see.

Hallelujah in the Highest. I will praise you in showers and sunny forecasts –

For it’s you that’s given us a winsome future and erased our dire pasts. -KWH

When Death Was Arrested & My Life Began

Death Was Arrested lyrics © Music Services, IncFreedom – captives in sin, now unshackled by the love Christ gave.

Trust – faith in the lasting hope that we cannot physically see.

Cleansed – washed in the blood that was shed over our inequities.

Esteemed – no longer shrouded in shame. He has replaced our humiliation with beautiful bouquets of honor.

Victorious – never conquered by the powers of this world when we look to the Most High God.

Dedicated – committed to share and spread his love – for He is the hope for the hopeless.

Radiate – looking to Him, we shine bright. Let’s illuminate his goodness, compassion and redemption message to all.

Released from my chains I’m a prisoner no more. My shame was a ransom He faithfully bore. He cancelled my debt and He called me His friend. When death was arrested and my life began.

– Death Was Arrested lyrics © Music Services, Inc

Praying For Those That Persecute You

“A heart that does not aim at its enemy_s eternal joy is not the full-orbed love that Jesus demands.”Absolute carnage – we see it on the television screens almost daily. Blood shed at the hands of evil-filled humans, who methodically plot to kill, destroy lives and wreck the hearts of families in a million pieces.

Flashing body tolls on the news tickers – shake our cores. With every new body count our souls grow heavy like a kettle ball. We think of the scene of terror – the thumping palpitations of the hearts exposed to such wicked acts.

What fuels such anger and malice? What motivates the hearts of man to carry out such violent deeds? Has the serpent ravaged this world to the point of no return?

We, as Christians, pray fervently: LORD, let your light shine in the darkness. May your love transform this wild hate!

Yet, the terror seems to intensify – and we find ourselves like King David crying out (like in the Psalms) in deep, dark desperation.

We say,

How long, LORD, will the wicked, how long will the wicked be jubilant? (Psalm 94:3)

Faced with death tolls rising – it’s easy to lose heart. I find myself asking questions, feeling defeated and utterly broken when it appears that evil is prevailing. Lives – young and old – lost at the hands of hate are such a tragedy.

I cry to the LORD, “didn’t you tell us that you overcame the world?” and I tend to forget the portion of the scripture that tells us – “in this world you will have tribulation.”

He has told us – no, assured us – there will be dark days.

When reflecting on so many terrorist attacks across the nation (most recently in Barcelona, Spain) the words of Jesus instructing us to “love our enemies and pray for those who persecute you” flashes across my mind. (Matthew 5)

To be honest – this verse stings my heart as I think: Have I adequately been on my knees crying out for those that seek such destruction? Why let my heart feel defeated when I have not spent time in my war room claiming the lives, controlled by the evil one, for Christ!

Instead of feeling lost in such heartbreak and mayhem, as a Christian, I need to do what Christ has called all believers to do – pray for those who persecute you and persecute others.

Honestly, this is a tall order. Yet, as John Piper so eloquently wrote,

“A heart that does not aim at its enemy’s eternal joy is not the full-orbed love that Jesus demands.”

If you feel compelled to – please join with me in praying for those that seek carnage:


You are the redeemer of souls. You can turn a heart of stone into a pumping, soft vessel. Today, I pray for my enemies, the ones that would seek my destruction simply for loving you and the sacrifice you made for us. Speak to their hearts, LORD. Show them your true glory! You liberate those who are captive to sin and under control of the evil one. So, I pray today loose the chains of those harboring ill will toward anyone who stands contrary to their outlook on life. Hold their hearts in your nailed-scared hands. Reveal to them the love you displayed on the cross and the true joy that can be found in you! Wherever in the world they may be – appear to them in dreams, visions through the actions of others – so that they may know the true way in which to walk!

In Jesus’ Name – Amen.

Dancing Through Sheets of Watery Rain

Open your hands, daughter. Let go of what terrifies your soul. Give your troubles to me for it is I who fought for you through death and now live for you through everlasting life!

I stumble to your feet. It’s not the graceful, whimsical dance that I imagined. No, it’s a heavy, burdensome, clunky movement of myself reaching for your precious feet.

Holding perfume and precious oils, I inch myself forward – closer to you – in tears and the realization that nothing apart from you blossoms – for you are the water source.

“So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed. I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done. I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.” Psalm 143: 4-6

You give life. In fact, you impart the purpose to this weary body to dance. Laden with cement casings, you tell my arms to gently elevate toward the glow of the sun.

Open your hands, daughter. Let go of what terrifies your soul. Give your troubles to me for it is I who fought for you through death and now live for you through everlasting life!

Your voice commands my heart to beat to its steady rhythm. You calm the flowing red streams instead my veins.

I say to you LORD God – I’m trading my sorrows, guilt and pain and laying them down at the base of your mighty throne. Replace my sadness and uncertainty with your joy and the glittering promise of a hope and a future.

Teach me to trust in your dance which empowers my body, fueled by your grace, to twirl into your throne room confident of one thing —

I serve an awesome God and though dark waters are always up ahead, you carry me with ease over rough seas and enable me to dance in abandon through the sheets of watery rain.

Though drenched in what seems like violent storms, I’m dry and safeguarded in the arms of my Savior! Hallelujah.

God is with us. He will go before. He will never leave us. He will never leave us. God is for us. He has open arms. He will never fail us. God is Able, Hillsong Worship

Little Girl, I Say To You, Arise!

-Little girl, I say to you, arise-Awake my soul. My heart palpitates with fire-like jolts. Smells around me only intensify with every warm tremble in my chest. Sensing the robust dark coffee in the air, I call out to the heavens in the dawn – ‘Deepen my desire, LORD. Make my soul quake with an untamed blaze!”

I hold out a banner of praise. Fill my mouth and my longings with your power. You are my anthem. May my feet seek to follow the wake of your glorious splendor. Ignite my soul. Open these sleepy eyes – fixated on earthly plunder and worldly gain.

May I wake with one goal in mind – to shine your precious love. Let your spirit pervade my senses. May I truly seek the realm of godliness – to be clothed in a purple robe sprinkled in the dust of your steps. For this is power – this is might. This is strength.

Your holiness shakes me to the core. You say to me ‘little girl, arise.’ You wake me from my eternal sleep and breathe breath once again into my body of bones.

He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means “Little girl, I say to you, arise!”). – Mark 5:41

How I am this privileged to trust and follow such a magnificent King? I want to sit at your feet for all time, LORD. The beauty for ashes you have brought into my life is unimaginable.

Hands in the air – fill me with the presence of you. My prayer is this – to house the goodness of your nature in my soul. Make the darkness of depression flee in seven directions from my life. It is you I want to exude through my interactions, quiet thoughts and personal aspirations.

Death once encompassed my life – you brought me back for a reason. Elevate my soul with visions from the chambers of your heart. May my eyes see the priceless glory of your affection, and may I walk through this life with the weight of your riches pressing on my spirit.

Hope, Refreshment, New Life – Around Every Corner

Pastel blue robin’s eggs – a creamy blue to the naked eye. These petite life vessels are quite fragile. They are tiny homes to little mouths that will need to be fed by the nourishment from the earth. The wingspan of the mama will protect, shelter and guard the bodies of her sweet baby birds.

The spring air brings with it such hope and refreshment. New life is around every corner. Flowers, aromatic and vibrant, burst forth from the moist ground – reaching upward toward the rays of the warm sun.

Daylight brings with it sweet anticipation. May we open our arms to the sky and expect the rain to descend upon the thirsty ground. The Maker of Heaven and Earth will water his creation with provision and blessings – it is coming!

We are, like those delicate eggs, dependent – for sustenance. Gaining strength day by day, this grit comes not by our power or might – but is made perfectly complete in Him. It is by his spirit says the LORD!

LORD, may we be filled with the fragrant wind of new life! Embody our actions and mind.

He builds his lofty palace in the heavens and sets its foundation on the earth; he calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the Lord is his name. – Amos 9:6

Makeover our temples – and illuminate us. It is my desire to be a walking lamp-stand. I want to shine like a string light proudly fashioned in a pitch black backyard. A little strand of jovial intimacy but also sheer brilliance.

As the earth brings forth newness of life – may this season usher forth in our lives a fresh sense of urgency to shout your name from the rooftops! Miracles happen to those who put their trust in the Mover of the mountains.

Transplant the highlands, Sweet Jesus. This child opens her will and sacrifices her way – for yours! Like ivy on a colossal oak, may my soul cling to your precious promises! Mighty are you GOD of ALL.

My Eyes Stay Open Through The Watches Of The Night

My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises.The owl calls in the distance –making its home in the wooded creek behind my cream colored suburban home. Somewhat out of place, its night sound is a peaceful and haunting melody.

Like the dark and light keys on the piano, the tune is pleasing. One cannot help but take in the noise that echoes in the night and in the watches of the dawn.

With its yellow and wide eyes, it sees the things that the common man and animals miss in the dark. Awake in the wee hours of the morning – it watches the happenings while others are asleep, eyelids tightly closed on their pillows of rest.

May we desire to be not only creatures of the daylight; but, also owl observers of the night. Though we need physical rest, our spiritual eyes should always be open and alert. It is my prayer that I sense and see things the normal man cannot see or understand.

I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word. My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Hear my voice in accordance with your love; preserve my life, LORD, according to your laws. – Psalm 119: 147-149

Though the world may not comprehend the significance of heavenly order, I pray my life reflects the sweet aurora of my Savior. Our footprints in the sand (and the ones beside us) may be washed away from the carnal spectator; but they make a lasting impact on the heart of our LORD – and that’s the difference.

In the end, our footpaths will reappear when the Kingdom of Heaven is near. They will also serve as lanterns to those seeking the eternal promises in a world entangled by overreaching weeds.

May our eyes, wide and alert like the night owl, watch with discernment the things in the night hour and also the daylight. With an elaborate wingspan soaring atop the clouds, may we be a banner that points to the Most High God!

We will praise you in the daylight; but we will also sing of song of vigilance in the dead of night!

The King That Wore No Earthly Crown

-Far be it from us to seek a crown of honor where our Lord found only a crown of thorns.- (C.H. Spurgeon)

The victor’s crown – it’s not always what it seems. The earthy strong, beautiful and able appear draped in velvet. They are viewed by others here on earth with esteem and grandeur. Many voices shout their names aloud and look to them for guidance; but, are these ‘winners’ models of the infinite inheritance – we are given from on high?

The true Victor, who walked as a man without a physical crown, looks at the condition of our supple or hardened souls. He observes that pumping organ that gives us breath – not the physical state it’s in – but, he discerns the shroud of the invisible.

The film that is hidden from mortal men and women, he looks at the heart.

Clutching my chest and looking to the heavens, I often times fear my heart is tattered. Worn and weathered from the world, it faintly pounds with precision. It knows its purpose – to be a life force. But, I fear the beating has diminished.

The channels of this daughter have been clogged, and the worries of this world have discouraged this hopeful soul. Yet, it faintly beats with purpose.

You say powerfully, sweet King – “do not be afraid.”

Thinking of Daniel, rescued from the den of sharp, salivating mouths, you repeatedly told him ‘fear not!’ And, now, you take the time to passionately say that precise phrase to me.

“‘Don’t be afraid, Daniel,’ he told me, ‘because from the first day that you committed yourself to understand and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard. I’ve come in answer to your prayers.” – Daniel 10:12

My heart accepts it, LORD. Let the desires of my heart be redirected – to those that seek to glorify you.  My hopes and dreams of having a royal crest embedded with costly stones fashioned on my head are simply – just that, simple. You made your children for more – to walk in assurance of the tangibly undetected!

I will fasten my unseen crown tightly in place and set my goals on walking the path set before me – which may not always appear like the golden road. May I learn to turn down the rhinestones of this world – to seek what is truly costly in your kingdom!

My feet were made to follow the Victor – the King that wore no earthly crown.

Discernment – The Welcome Dinner Guest

for-the-ways-of-the-lord-are-right-and-the-righteous-will-walk-in-themWe get so caught up in the physical –the tangible life. Our emotions are attached to jobs, material possessions and flowery accolades from our peers. And, when our expectations are not met, we melt like a Popsicle in the hot summer sun.

We sob from our guts – because our hearts are fragile. After all, they are flesh – simply caged by bones that create a somewhat secure barrier.

But this barrier is not impenetrable.  Filth can find its way into the crevices of our soft pumping organ. It seeps in when we least expect it.

We try to stay watchful and guard our hearts and minds; but, the feeling of misplaced trust and charity sing a sweet siren song. So, we eventually unbuckle that armor that has clutched our sweaty bodies so tightly.

We are human. We rely on chariots and muscle blazing horses – when we should only listen and place our feeble faith in the LORD. The promises he speaks are steadfast and true.

There is nothing wrong with dropping our guard. We were created to be soft and emotional beings. However, we were also called to have a spirit of discernment – one that whispers to our soul when things do not appear right.

Discernment is the welcome dinner guest to a table so often stacked with faux china plates and illusions of fine cuisine.

Whoever is wise, let him understand these things; Whoever is discerning, let him know them. For the ways of the LORD are right, And the righteous will walk in them, But transgressors will stumble in them. – Hosea 14:9

Let us pray for a soul that truly deciphers between what is right, honest and godly – and what has been simply dipped in gold – fashioned to look like an authentic relic of great value.