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PART 3   The light draws me, the hope on the other side.   I see shimmers through the tree branches—the exciting new growth finally evident after the agonizing wait—the tree I planted with tiny faith in the good soil of prayer and fasting.  As the roots show the magnitude of their impact, mountains fall away.  Large and looming, cold and impassable suddenly melt?  Crumble?   I realize I don’t even care where they went or how they moved; I am mesmerized by the other side.    Is this how the Israelites felt when God allowed them to cross into...

PART 2   It was the middle of the night.  My eyes popped open with a holy revelation: Look for Roots.   I went to sleep wrestling with the second painting in this series:  how do I depict mountains moving in the wait?  Let's be honest:  sometimes it’s miraculous. God moves so fast we can hardly keep up, but more often than not, He wants us to mature in persistent faith.  He isn't growing an audience; He's growing disciples.    With Jesus, it's always more.  When He used the analogy of mustard seed-size faith, He was tending to bold disciples...

PART 1   "If you have the faith of a mustard seed, you can tell the mountain to move!"  I've heard this scripture my whole life and assumed my faith was just too weak when the mountains I saw blocking the life I wanted remained stuck…   As I pondered my expectation of this scripture, it hit me: I tend to view mountains as external things:  lack of money or resources, a job or partner?    But what if the mountain is something inside of me?  What if the mountains Jesus says my faith can move have taken such deep...

Today, a piece of my childhood was laid to rest.  There is a cost for spreading your wings and leaving the nest.  In some ways, sections of your life morph into a caricature of someone you once knew but have lost contact with over the years.  You don't realize that organic reminiscing is collateral damage to a life you left behind.  Memories fade without reliving them until they don't feel real--like a dream or a story you read.   When significant people from earlier chapters pass away, you are left to grieve the layers alone.  Grieve for time that slipped away...

Far too many of us have fallen for the enemy's deception, believing that our voice is best used in the hushed tones of criticism and gossip, or in brash tones of prideful entitlement. This is a misuse of the powerful voice God has given us. Our designed voice, the one God intended for us to use, is a far cry from the insecurities, pride, judgment, and criticism that we often find ourselves slipping into. These negative traits bear no resemblance to the battle cry we were equipped to proclaim. Do not believe the lie that we have insignificant roles in God's Kingdom. ...