sitting at the bar counter
of a hamburger hot spot between
southern methodist university and
the george w. bush library where
colson has worked. on brock's
days off from bank of america,
he's here. taking orders. tending
bar. all four of my sons are hard
is the end of this party of
love and vulnerability and
laughter and hugs.
we go to our separate cities and states and
jobs and worlds. and...
go to work at the
ominous job of addressing
our sins and failures of 2013,
so we have some thoughtful
insights on making 2014
a more peaceful and holy year
for God's glory.
the most sobering day of my life
every year is new year's eve.
am i farther down the road with
Jesus than 12 mos. ago? what,
with God's help, does God expect
of me in 2014? how does He
want me to run the Race?
never have i been more excited
about a new year...as i am today.
to step across the chasm of such
pain and despair.
to know God is pouring courage through my veins,
and into the bloodstream of my
soul so i won't be afraid to face
myself in every area that unveils
my mass of shortcomings. i
want us all to grab hands so we can
stand steady and firm together.
can you already detect
some pitfalls? rocks...boulders..
strewn along the race course?
are there areas you know will
have to be faced before you
can be fully used of God? just
some things to consider as we
approach the new year.
oh, i always hate saying "goodbye"
to my children. truly, you can't imagine
how much fun we have
together. colson opened the car
door, this morning, and got in before
he realized it wasn't taylor. scared
colson and the man half to death.
and, yes, taylor and i took him
directly to the optometrist, and
lenses are being made.
the angels came.
the choirs sang.
Jesus wrapped us
in His arms, and washed us
with love. He spoke to our
little family, and bound the
chord of love and trust even
more tightly around
us. we are restored in the
magic of His grace and
"we are marching to Zion.
beautiful, beautiful Zion...
we are marching onward
to Zion..the beautiful city of God."