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You were made to fly...

In these hot, lazy days of summer (which are not so 'lazy' since I'm taking Philosophy and Counseling classes) I wanted to share a recent favorite from Oz Hilman paired nicely with (if I do say so myself, hey I was a DJ for 20 years ;) a video of Avalon's very cool and funky version of "I'll Fly Away". I know that I have gone through many "Job moments" that have now stretched into the better part of five years. Can I get an Amen? ;) This devotion helps me keep it all in perspective. I pray it will do the same for you.

"Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; may the name of the LORD be praised" (Job 1:21)


Can a caterpillar fly? If you said, "No," you would be partially correct. Actually, a caterpillar can fly, but it must have a transformation first.


The butterfly begins life as a caterpillar, a wormlike larva that spins a cocoon for itself. For weeks, the …

Adversity to Destiny

I found this today and it sums up the last four years of my life so beautifully.  I wanted to share it with you...

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked God for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among men, most richly blessed.


~Anonymous

Vomit and Snow

A reprise of my New Year's blog from 2008.


So it was snowing...which is pretty typical for January in Morgantown, WV. I'm not a huge fan of snow unless I'm skiing on it, however I have to admit the little flurries were kinda pretty dancing in my headlights as I drove home from my friends house that night. Talia said "Momma, I'm going to pray that we have a snow day tomorrow so we can have another day off from school!". I gently told her that while God was a big God, that it wasn't going to snow that much and that she had penty of time off from school for Christmas break and that she should get ready for bed. At 2:00am she woke me. Feverish and vomiting. She hadn't been able to make it to the bathroom, so there was quite a mess. I remember feeling worried, frustrated and ALONE. "Why God? Why am I alone to face these sorts of things? It's 2:00 in the morning, Talia is so sick and I don't have anyone who can help."

I went back to my room …