I love Jesus. And He loves me.

Well, I am sorry that it has been so long since my last post and I feel the time is ripe for a new post. Also, I hate proof reading. So there are probably mistakes in this text.

I have seen the Lord more clearly than I think I ever have in my life. In my selfishness, I must admit that it is not in the way I was expecting or wanting but, He showed up.

To give a little background. Casey Kapple my associate at Emmanuel Baptist church has been at Quintiles Medical testing place this week participating in a study. We applied at the same time. He was accepted. I wasn't.

I was upset about it for a while but, for selfish reasons. There are far better and meaningful reasons Casey needs and could use the money. I wanted Mewithoutyou vinyl.

Anyway, his test started and it was almost immediately evident why God choose Casey to participate and not me.

Casey sent me a text on Monday night telling me the story of one of the guys he was rooming with, Jazwan. Jazwan said he was led to Quintiles to 'get right with God' and ended up in a bed next to Casey Kapple.

NOT a coincidence.

Jazwan was sold into prostitution by his mother when he was 12. He has been tried twice for murder and convicted of second degree once. He lives with a girl now. Jazwan needed Jesus.

As Casey shared the Gospel with him, he repented and decided to get plugged into community!

After Casey told me this, I was unable to do anything but praise God for His work in my city. I sat for a few minutes thinking and praying and felt the overwhelming pull to write what I was feeling.

I knew that it was God moving through me and honoring, at least for the moment, my desire to write for Him.

I just want to make it clear that I in no way, shape or form take credit for these words.

I love you all.

Oh the Life!

To be blown about like a seed in the wind!

No cares. No Earthly worries.

Faith that the wind that surround, support and direct you are not shifts in meteorological pressure but the breath blown gently from the mouth of a loving God!

Oh Lord, to be that seed! To be that small! To understand the roll. To not interfere. To land in the perfect place. In the perfect ground set up by you.

And then to fall. to hit the soft ground. To be slowly wrapped in the dirt words of your love.

And then to die.

To leave the life of a small seed behind.

To die, shedding the confines of the old life that would now hinder out growth.

Those walls whose use has passed.

Oh to die!

To grow into the plant that the Lord Chose!

A rose which exhibits beauty?

Perhaps a tree.

A tree to grow. a tree to produce fruit. or more seeds. Or both.

But at least shade.

A plant that creeps up towards the heavens.

Coaxed from that spot where it was planted.

Called slowly from the ground by the Maker.

Oh the life!

To rely on and have roots in nothing less than trust for the Lord!

And at the very least, point up to the sky and call glory to His name.