Category: JOURNEY TO HABAKKUK’S VINEYARD

I began this journey years ago while I was journaling through my own vineyard of brokenness. Then along you came upsetting my simple plan and my fragile mending heart, with all that angry and messy brokenness of your own.

And I saw myself—in you.

Consequently this manuscript evolved. New devotions had to be written to, for, and about you, My Beloved Prodigal.

If not for you, if your stormy life hadn’t bumped into mine, this book wouldn’t exist.

So I give you honor my Beloved—where honor is due.

May God use a couple of square pegs like us, with all our messy storms and our two broken hearts, to guide many wandering  “Prodigal-captives” home to Him.

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CODE RED

I am stumbing through grief again. “So soon?” my heart whispered. It seems as if I had just recovered from one huge loss when I got the jarring news that someone…

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Seasons

~~~ Father—Creation that you’ve made! Spring’s sweet buds, and Summer’s glade; Pumpkin’s orange in Fall’s bright pallet, Forest’s sleep ‘neath Winter’s mallet… ~~~ Your seasons teach me lessons stern; Lessons…

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Coram Deo

I had always felt it. This distance. All of my life—I felt out of sync with what was around me. Family. School. Church. God. Wherever I was, there was them, then…

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