Standing on the Shoulders of Giants

I came to Christ when I was 22… or rather, I suppose I should say the Lord finally got my full attention when I was 22. It was like I had been in a trance, looking down and intent only on where my own two feet were headed, and when He snapped me out of that trance, I glanced up to finally notice a whole world around me. Black and white to color. Death to life. My heart came alive. I had been offered an identity that mattered, one that couldn’t be stripped from me even if everything else was taken away, and I took hold of that hope with both hands. Read more…


Kingdom Keys

Maybe it’s just me, but lately there seems to be an increasing emphasis on the renewal of the mind, and the Lord has been impressing upon me the vast need for repentance. Not the crying, sorry-for-sin kind of repentance that has been deeply ingrained in many of us in the throes of religion, but the repentance of a child saying, “Papa, help me to see the way you see. Change my mind.” However, I’m certain I’m not the only one who sometimes feels like faith is held hostage by that often-bothersome thinker in between the ears: that nagging thought life that says, “how?” “why?” “you’re not good enough” “this isn’t for you.” And yet, learning to see through the eyes of the Father is paramount if we are to ever step into the fullness of our destiny.