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One Thing

One thing I have desired of the Lord, That will I seek: That I may dwell inthe house of the Lord All the days of my life,To behold the beauty of the Lord, And to inquire in His temple. (Psalm 27:4) 

Above all I want to do God's will in my life every day. That's what "dwelling in His house" means to me. It's more than just living with God nearby, it's literally leaning forward and reaching out for Him every day, finding out His ways, and doing what He wants me to do because I love Him. 

When you live with someone, they know you differently than anyone else. They see you at your worst, when you're grumpy, sick, or sad--or worse than that. 

God is none of those things, of course, but I certainly am. And at those times I look to Him for whatever I need. He's so perfect! 
Inexpressibly beautiful. 

Reverence is the only reasonable response. Worshiping Him inspires me. I want to be changed from within. Tears slide down, tracing my trembling smile. I can't …

Genesis 16: The God who Sees

I love living in New Mexico. I shot this photograph just last week. It's a spectacularly beautiful place and hard for me to leave.

My circumstances are radically shifting right now, as we're moving across the country. I've lived in Albuquerque for over 30 years but God is transplanting me to Buffalo, New York. My mother-in-law needs help.

Do you recall the account of Hagar conceiving Ishmael, found in Genesis 16? It's a short chapter, so do a quick review, if not. It's such a clear illustration of what it looks like to have a victory within the circumstances of your life.

I have to admit that rather than pack and move, at times I've wanted to bolt and run, much like Hagar did. I don't think Hagar thought things through very clearly before she took off. I relate to the irrationality of that. She just fled.

But Jesus, in His pre-incarnate state, found her there and gently admonished and encouraged her.
Now the angel of the LORD found her by a spring of water …

Bloom or Die?

Not a terribly glorious geranium, is it?

We moved a month or so ago and this poor plant hasn't had a lot of attention lately. In fact, I plunked it down on a wall where it gets part shade and part sun, and radically cut back the stems. We're in an arid spot with a lot of wind and heat. I've given it leftover dishwater.

Yesterday I looked out and saw this little flower lifting its head. I chuckled derisively, recalling the lush foliage and beautiful blooms it's had before.

But it started me thinking. Does it matter what this plant used to be? Just because in other circumstances it has dazzled people, does that obligate it to continue? I don't think so.

It's been stressed by the changes, but it's still alive. This little flower is a valiant effort in light of the circumstances. Blooming is the plant's raison d'ĂȘtre. Last year the leaves were abundant, but I don't think it gave one flower.

I'm not here to discuss horticulture--you can give me …