Spiritual resolve

God carefully leads to the place where he draws a line in the sand and dares me to cross it. One side of the line is all that I am, the other side is all he can do through me. Crossing that line means certain death, but the path God has taken me down for five years culminates at this point. The light rays are focused and a laser of resolve flows from the Spirit as he beacons. On the other side of the line stands tower achievements and glories god will do through me. This destiny is no unusual destination, as he desires to lead each of his believers to this point. Is this an end to the journey? It is a beginning – perhaps the end of the beginning. God has led to a place where he can call for a commitment that would have folded in laughter had he not taken the time to build a strong foundation. With the resolve to die, the adventure commences.

Lord make these budding principles more and more clear, even painfully. Give me the kind of resolve you desire.

As a pastors kid, the question of a home town has long baffled me, but the last several years, I have been able to call the city of Faribault home. Although throughout my high school years I lived in Northfield, then minutes away, and fit its culture of coffee, colleges, and contentment. It is the church family that has made Faribault home. So much so that I am the children’s pastor there and plan to make its beauty a lasting home. {scoff!}