On Monday morning, just hours before the team was supposed to arrive, I sat down to have some quiet time with the Lord.  No sooner had I asked him for a word for the week than I felt the spirit impress “with” on my heart. What may seem like an odd and unrelated word to an outsider, I knew exactly what He meant.  Rewind twenty four hours prior when I was sitting on the plane from Indy to Houston reading Bob Goff’s new book Everybody Always. In it, Bob talks about how the Bible can be summed up in one word – with.  God so desires a relationship with...

  On Monday morning, just hours before the team was supposed to arrive, I sat down to have some quiet time with the Lord.  No sooner had I asked him for a word for the week than I felt the spirit impress “with” on my heart. What may seem like an odd and unrelated word to an outsider, I knew exactly what He meant.  Rewind twenty four hours prior when I was sitting on the plane from Indy to Houston reading Bob Goff’s new book Everybody Always. In it, Bob talks about how the Bible can be summed up in one word – with.  God so desires a relationship with...

This poem was shared by Justin at a debrief after ministering at the home of a family that lost everything in Hurricane Harvey flooding.     The Poetry won’t come Persistent Resolve …Maybe it’s the Friends I’ve more deeply come to know, Or maybe the work That tires these bones. Despite all the options The Poetry won’t come… But it always does in it’s time. When I need it. And I need it… But Not the idea of it. Not for the open mics, Or to impress the girl. But to feed my very soul. To draw water from the well Of Creativity, dug...

Rosa wrote this poem after a day of ministry working to tear out and rebuild the floor of Sylvester and Maria’s home.   21635 (the title of this poem) I have wood dust, everywhere I hear the roaring of many tools in the back ground As I wait for instructions I look down at the rubble that used to be a supporting floor I find two hair beads I imagine Maria doing the girl’s hair in many skinny braids and putting these beads on the end In my head everything disintegrates Piece by piece it all falls out of itself like this home that is now a trailer   I picture the kids running...

This poem was shared by Justin at a debrief after ministering at the home of a family that lost everything in Hurricane Harvey flooding.     The Poetry won’t come Persistent Resolve …Maybe it’s the Friends I’ve more deeply come to know, Or maybe the work That tires these bones. Despite all the options The Poetry won’t come… But it always does in it’s time. When I need it. And I need it… But Not the idea of it. Not for the open mics, Or to impress the girl. But to feed my very soul. To draw water from the well Of Creativity, dug...

Rosa wrote this poem after a day of ministry working to tear out and rebuild the floor of Sylvester and Maria’s home.   21635 (the title of this poem) I have wood dust, everywhere I hear the roaring of many tools in the back ground As I wait for instructions I look down at the rubble that used to be a supporting floor I find two hair beads I imagine Maria doing the girl’s hair in many skinny braids and putting these beads on the end In my head everything disintegrates Piece by piece it all falls out of itself like this home that is now a trailer   I picture the kids running...