South African Experience

A South African Mission Experience. While our team was out evangelizing, we knocked on a door and this beautiful young lady answered. “My mother is not home and she told me not to go out or let anyone in. But can you pray for me?” We stopped in the hall, on the stairs, and at the door to pray for this young lady who knew the Lord and the power of prayer. I was deeply moved by this encounter and felt woefully inadequate in my faith and conviction. This was one of many life-changing encounters on our trip that I still am “grappling with”. I feel like I found a part of me there but I also left a part of me there as well. Pastor Fynn told us we were “born in the United States, but we were created in Africa.” 

Glad the tomb is empty.

I Promise

I can’t promise that I won’t make mistakes. I can’t promise you that rainbows wilI always roll across our skies. I can’t promise you that dark clouds will never hover over our lives. I can’t promise you that our life will be perfect or void of troubles. I can promise you my everlasting love and devotion. I can promise you my unconditional love. I can promise you I will be by your side through any and all trials and tribulations you\we face. I promise to encourage you and to protect you. I promise to pray with you, to dream with you, to grow with you, and stand tall in our love because I know it is rooted in the God that ordained this union. I promise to always strive to keep this smile not only on your face but in your heart and soul. I promise. I love you sweetheart and pray that He is pleased with my efforts. Glad the tomb is empty.

My Mistake

A friend asked me what was the worst mistake I ever made with a woman... it was misjudging my wife's love for me and not trusting her with my heart because my love and emotions tell others who I really am. Can I trust her or anybody with ME? I guarded me so much I failed to see her offer me HER... God told me to let her love me and He would fill in the blanks that created my doubts. I love you sweetheart in the clouds on Table Top Mountain in Capetown South Africa. 
Glad the tomb is empty.

Not Random At All

More then a few times my mind tried to convince me that you were just some “random” girl in the crowd.  What would I have to say that you would possibly be interested in?  Each time I saw you my heart leaped in my chest and yearned to speak what each bone in my body was feeling.  I was about to bust and my spirit was becoming fragile each time I “attempted” to speak what was truly buried in me. The pathway from my heart to my lips was blocked by my insecurities that ultimately caged my feelings for you.  So glad that is not how the story ended. I can’t remember not loving you… Glad The Tomb is Empty

When You Say My name

Each time you say my name it feels like the first time I’ve heard it. It seems silly after all these years but it still feels special to know that this one-syllable spoken by you can magnify my joy. If the truth be told, “you had me the first time you called my name.” The flame I have for you still burns hot. Fire cast no shadow! It can’t be replicated. I guess that is why I can’t stop writing about you. I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty.

That Look

There is a look you give me that heals my pain. Your eyes pull me in. It is that silent conversation we have that is filled with peace and revelations of love that don’t have audible words but still speak love. I hear your voice and feel the love without my ears being invited. These heart to heart soul to soul conversations make me believe that God is in this thing we have together. Hearing without sound. Feeling without touch. Seeing without sight. Knowing that with Him all things are possible removes my need to wonder why or how we are “us”.
 I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty

Close To You

The first time I reached for your hand you weren’t quite ready.  You weren’t ready to concede to my advances let alone my touch.  I didn’t understand.  Just another clumsy attempt on my part was all I could derive from my latest advance. I was befuddled but determined.  Your grace and mesmerizing smile trapped my mind in an undeniable quest to get closer to you. When I think about that moment, I wanted you to see me but I didn’t know what “me” looked like.  I let down my guard down and you met me where I was.  Now when I hold your hand, I feel your heartbeat for me.  I see your love. I hear your body call me to come nearer.  I know that our hands are an extension of our souls coming together preparing for infinity. Because of this, I will keep reaching and wanting. I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty