I’m not a big fan of Halloween. It’s hard for me to celebrate a holiday dedicated to giving sugar rushes and dental decay to children. However, God used my neighbor Fred (not his real name) to teach me a lesson

It's hard work to be a good dad. It's a hard core dedicated, extreme makeover type of a adventure.

To me gentleness is not about being tame or weak, it’s about liberation. Freed to open our hearts towards our children and pour love into them.

Circumstances offer no hope, no relief and cause us angst of Biblical proportions…but, that’s not what where our hope lies.

To journey with God has nothing to do with our natural ability (or lack thereof), it doesn’t matter what we bring to the table or what gifts we possess.

Our children help us back to to en-JOY-ment, slowing us down to seize upon wonder moments and seeing God in them all. That is part of the reward system the Father has set up for us parents.

A relentless God is pursuing us...Father God is hungry for our hearts! How do we respond?

The Greek word for redemption describes the price paid for a prisoner of war…the price is paid and they are set free. We are all former POWs.

We can lose heart and our faith in God’s promises during difficult circumstances. Know what I think? I think we need to be “All-struck”.

My word has a lot to say about me...mostly negative. Sometimes my word snuffs the life right out of me. Each syllable reminding me of mistakes, each a drop of remorse or guilt...or worse. Why then should I believe my word?