Armed with only a tiny bottle of anointing oil and our knowledge of the Word, my girlfriend and I spiritual cleansed her house. People had reported seeing “entities” in her house. We wanted to make certain that the only spirits living there were of the Holy Spirit. . . .

How are you?

When people ask me that, I usually reply “Blessed and Highly Favored!” Store clerks are often amused . . . or confused as how to respond to such a declaration. Still others will smile say, “Me too!”

My sunny disposition was forged in the trenches of combating negativity . . . .

Spring of 2016, I attended the School of Creativity at Bethel Church. At the time that I registered, I would not have said that I was a creative. In fact, my confession was that there was not a creative bone in my body. I signed up for the conference, because I felt the familiar nudge of the Holy Spirit. I was being obedient.

The first day of the conference, the lies that I had believed, fell off like a discarded garment . . . .

I attended my first military funeral today. We honored the service and passing of Robert Reeves Sansing, my Mother’s husband.

I thank God for the years that He shared Bob with us. Bob’s life of integrity was a beautiful example to our blended family. He faithfully served his God . . . his family . . . and his country. I am proud to be among the mourners wishing I could have had more time with Bob . . . .

During a recent move, we unearthed a couple of time capsules in the shape of cardboard boxes.  The contents from these time capsules dated back over 30 years!  I was intrigued at what a younger me chose to treasure.  Not surprisingly much of what I had treasured then, looked like trash now.  However, I did find a couple jewels among the rubble.  And, later, God gave me the greatest treasure . . .

I saw myself as a 6’ flame of fire.  I believed it was God’s foreshadowing of what was to come.  At the end of the evening, Pastor Durham anointed us with “The Renewed Mind” by

I find it impossible to keep up my spiritual disciplines while traveling.  Despite my best intentions, I never find the time to open the Bible I carried or kneel in prayer before starting my day.  Consequently, I return home feeling dry and