thanks man?

as i sauntered home, critiquing the song just sung and remembering my desire to keep raising the bar for myself, i started talking to God and the words "thanks man" came to mind.but just as quickly came the thought, "what?! God's not one of my boys!"my justin blogged the other day (or week, or whatever) …

history belongs

to those who pray. that's the lyric and it sort of scares me. there's something to be said for owning the past and for owning it because you prayed and believed and God answered in agreement with your prayer. if i only believed. i used to avoid cooking as if it were a leprosy conduit. …

Order My Steps

That’s basically how my morning prayer concluded. And I’ve had an interesting day filled with what I know to be God-ordered steps. I mean, what are the chances that I’d be alert enough at work to accomplish so many necessary things, tying up lose ends to ensure smooth future events? And how could I possibly …