ScripturePicture ~ Micah 7:7




Do you wait well?

I do when I think about it.  When I remind myself that God’s timetable is not my timetable.  I want what I want when I want it.

God says, “Hold on child.  Don’t get in front of me.  Wait.”

Chagrinned, I drop my head.  “Yes, Lord,” I whisper.  But part of me still strains.

Until, like the Marlin sitting on my Dad’s boat and waiting for his dinner, I surrender my want to Christ.

And wait.  Expectant.

ScripturePicture ~ John 8:12



As this election season gets crazier and crazier, look to the One who is eternal.  The Beginning and the End.  In Christ alone we have the light of life.  No matter who wins in November, no darkness will overcome us.

But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t vote!!

Exercise your right!  🙂



Hurricane Matthew



Courtesy of (Thursday, October 6)

I’m in the path of this monster.  If it jaunts right before it gets to Florida we’ll be better off.  If it stays on the track it’s heading we won’t have electricity or internet within a few hours.  Certainly, when I usually post on Friday morning, we’ll be in the thick of it.

Worse than this though, is what they’re projecting.  That the storm barrels up the eastern seaboard to South Carolina and then circles back – perhaps even to hit us again.

This post to say … you may not hear from me for a couple days!  But we’re safe and of course, the God we serve is bigger than even Hurricane Matthew.

Be at peace … and hunker down if you’re in Florida!

Eternal One




I love finding old poetry in my files.  This piece was written five years ago.

Course, I don’t know if you’d call this a poem or just a bit of prose.  Whatever the case, I leave it in your hands today.

Be well my friends and know that He is yours and you are His.






When Hope is Lost (A Lesson from Birds) …


I like birds.  God sometimes uses them to slow me down … but that’s a whole other post.

I think you’ll love this Guest Post by Brandon Andress which was originally published on September 14, 2016 on his site  Please pay him a visit, he’s rather gifted with the written word.

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I have begun the process of changing my mind about birds.

Sure, you may not find a stranger first sentence than that, but those closest to me know that I have this unreasonable phobia of the feathered friend. It has something to do with a mother bird dive-bombing my head to protect her nest when I was five. And no, to answer your question, I was not bothering her nest. I was simply going next door to a friend’s house. But, there is no reasoning with a mother bird. Anyway, my neurosis aside, I am slowly taking steps to rediscovering the beauty (or some redeeming quality) in birds.

An Indiana winter can be brutal and bone-chilling. And it is not made any more bearable by the local meteorologists who giddily, and a bit too affectionately, begin referring to it as a Polar Vortex. The tragedy is they don’t realize that by calling it a “Polar Vortex,” it psychologically becomes twenty degrees colder in our heads. Let’s just be honest here, we do not need “Polar” anything in Indiana, especially when it is already pitch black at 4pm in the middle of December.

But there was a moment a few years ago in late winter, when darkness still owned the morning and the cold refused to let go of everything in its grip, that I heard the sweetest song.

Through the shroud of night, before the sun’s first rays, amid the polar chill, a melody of hopeful anticipation pierced the dark veil of winter and announced that spring would soon be arriving.

It was glorious and profound.

The processional of spring, a time of life, new beginnings, and spectacular beauty was coming! And it was being ushered in through song by feathered vocalists announcing its arrival.

I, a crusty-eyed morning zombie of multi-layered, nighttime attire (pre-coffee), could not miss this staggering metaphor. When a season of darkness surrounds us and seems as if it will last forever, we may very well begin to believe that this is the way life will always be. But even in the darkness that may surround us, if we are still enough to hear it and patient enough to trust it, there is always the sweet song of the Spirit, leading us in hopeful anticipation, surprising us with beauty in the present, and giving us a glimpse of the life that’s yet to come.

I know it is terribly difficult to discuss how we can learn to see beauty amidst the wreckage when we are in the throes of a painful life situation, whether it be temporary or permanent. But, it is in this place where we must always begin- in the place of our pain, in the place of our suffering. For it is in that place where we can, mostly easily, lose heart, feel lost and defeated, grow wildly cynical, and begin to blame God for our condition or circumstance.

Even more, our pain can become the place from where we begin to live our lives.

The crushing weight of our suffering will always try to convince us that the pain we are experiencing is our only reality and that there is nothing redeemable there, ever. And as a result, the pain we are experiencing can begin to manifest outwardly in our lives into our words and actions, ultimately affecting how we see the world and how we relate to others.

That is what suffering can do. It can cause us to reside in our pain, no matter how great or small that pain is, and then become the lens through which we begin to see people, situations, and the world as a whole. And over time, our pain through suffering can very easily spiral downward and lead to questions and then the destruction of our identity, our worth, and our purpose in life.

Living constantly in the burden and pain of our suffering can either become an end destination or a passageway for each of us.

As an end destination, the pain of our suffering can become a place where we stay in bitterness, sadness, anger, hatred, and unforgiveness.

As a passageway, our pain through suffering can become the pathway to profound life transformation and new ways of seeing the world.

Suffering breaks us down into insufferable little parts where we can either self-destruct or cry out helplessly to God, because we are in a place where we have seemingly lost control. Our pride has been shattered. Our egos have been obliterated. And it is in our place of pain through suffering where we can choose whether we make it our final destination or a transformative passageway.

That is the profound mystery of suffering. Suffering strips away any and all control we believed we had over people and situations. And it is in this place, our place of suffering, the place where we have lost all control, where our hearts and minds can either be closed off or open to the healing and transformative love of God.

And no matter who you are or what you have been through, or are currently going through, you can choose what you want to do with your pain, and how you receive suffering. You can let it dominate and control how you see the world and relate to others, or you can use it as a means to be taught and guided into a new and more beautiful way of living.

In hope,



About Brandon:  Brandon Andress is the author of AND THEN THE END WILL COME! (April 2013) and Unearthed: How Discovering the Kingdom of God Will Transform the Church and Change the World (2010). He lives in Columbus, Indiana and writes for his popular blogs Brandon Andress and A Joyful Procession. Brandon earned his MBA from Indiana Wesleyan University and his BA in Psychology from Hanover College. He loves the outdoors, hiking, camping, and traveling.

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ScripturePicture: Hebrews 10:22




Jesus is the Way.  The Truth.  The Life. (John 14:6)

It was through His death on the cross that He made a way for us to come to the Father.

So now, come near to God with a sincere heart.  Seek Him passionately.  Search Him with your whole being.  Read His word and get to know Him.  Chip Ingram said recently that we are to, “take the initiative with God’s word.”  Dig in.  Be teachable.

Ask God to reveal Himself to you … and then buckle your seat belt.  The God of the universe will show Himself to you in full assurance of faith, for He who promised is faithful.




It’s dreary here without Paula.

Her two greyhounds stare at me as if because I’m here, their female human should be too.  Chrissy and Scooby.  I don’t have the heart to tell them she won’t be home just yet.  They’ve already been missing her something fierce, I’m sure.

A sound outside makes me get up from behind the laptop and move to the front window. The dogs are excited.  Perhaps I’ll give them a treat, they think.  Or even better, a walk.

I see the neighbor across the street poking around in his garden.  He wears a lumbar brace, smeared with dirt and stained with sweat.  His belly protrudes over the belt.

I try to imagine what it smells like and my nose wrinkles in perceived disgust.

A UPS truck in the street slows but then inches forward stopping at the house next door.  I sigh and absentmindedly scratch the pooch that stands next to me.  I look down.  Scooby.  I take his long head into my hands and rub his ears playfully kissing the top of his nose.

No sooner does UPS pull away when another truck, larger and white, pulls up directly in front of the house.  I squint to try and read the small blue lettering on the cab.


This is what I’m waiting for.  But I wish I wasn’t.

You see.  Paula is not doing well at all.

The cancer has gripped her body and is causing a host of other issues.

But Paula, whom God put directly into my path so that I could love on her through her struggle, ended up loving on me so much more when I was diagnosed.

She saw me through the breast biopsy (which was negative) and then the heart issue (which required a stent) and then the surgery and then the chemo and then the radiation therapy.  All along being supportive and encouraging and ever so prayerful.

I won’t lie.  It was tough to tell her when I went into remission.

Because she wasn’t.

And I wanted her to be free with me.  I wanted us to celebrate together.

While she was finding cancer in more and more places I’d been diagnosed, treated, and relieved of the disease.


That awful question which has no answer this side of Heaven.  But I ask anyway knowing my words fall deafly into a void.

Why do I get to hear the words “cancer free” and she doesn’t?

Instead, I watch forlornly as Hospice moves in the bed and the tray table and the oxygen tanks and my eyes fill with tears.

It doesn’t matter that I know we’ll all meet again in Heaven.  I want time with her here – now.  We’re just getting to know each other apart from our shared medical journeys.

I sign the paperwork of receipt and plop down in the chair behind my laptop, exhausted.  I put my head in my hands and pray.

Pray for healing.  Pray for Heaven.  Pray for her husband.

It’s all I can do now.

Hold her hand, love her, and pray.

And pray.

Where are You, God?



There are times in everyone’s life when we may feel like we’re in a desert … all alone … thirsting for water … scorched from the sun … crying out to God and hearing nothing.

God!  I need you!

Silence.  Not even crickets break through the quiet.

And we feel even more alone.

Sometimes it’s our own sin that keeps us behind a barricade, hidden away in our iniquities from the Lord.

But sometimes I think we’re just too inside ourselves to hear God or feel Him beside us holding our hand.  The pain we’re feeling might seem unbearable and we need His comfort.

That’s when I remember that if I feel like God is not around, it isn’t Him who has moved.  It’s me.

I’m the one who has wandered away looking for release from the pain … from the hurt … from whatever it is that confuses me.

But God hasn’t moved away from me.  In fact He is following, waiting for me to turn around.

Turn around.


God is right there waiting for you.


It’s Fun Being a Christian

It’s Fun Being a Christian

Back when I was in 5th or 6th grade the girls got pulled out of class to watch a movie called “It’s Fun Being a Woman,” or something like that.  It’s a change-of-life movie about beginning menstruation.  Oops.  Should I have had a disclaimer for all of you eating breakfast?  Sorry.  It’s okay because this post isn’t about that movie – although I’m still trying to understand why that makes it fun to be a woman!

What we should consider making is a change-of-life movie about how fun it is to be a Christian.  Seriously, we should make ourselves a movie to show the world how much fun we have.

Oh I see.  It would be too boring, wouldn’t it?

There wouldn’t be any murder, there wouldn’t be any thievery, or any illicit love affairs.  Heavens, we wouldn’t even spend the extra bucks to make it into 3-D ~ and that’s a real shame because I dig those glasses.

Instead we’d just show a big fat community of believers singing and dancing with indescribable joy!  All that faith, gorgeous poignant times of prayer, all those blessings being poured out, scads of miracles happening everywhere you look, and a soundtrack featuring great worship music from a host of spirit-filled singers …

Hmm … Good times.

Wait a minute. That whole paragraph is just a fantasy, isn’t it?

Or is it?

Who’s in the cast?  We have our hero in Jesus and our antagonist in Satan.  The Father is the Director and we are the supporting cast.

Dang it.  It’s already been done.  We are living our movie.

But wait.  The script’s not old, don’t we write new pages to this story every day?

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Take 1

Scene:  Felecia sits down at her computer and prays briefly before typing.

It was a dark and stormy night …

We just need to make sure we’re writing the right story – making the best movie we can.  Check out this Scripture from 1 Peter:

So then, since Christ suffered physical pain, you must arm yourselves with the same attitude he had, and be ready to suffer, too. For if you have suffered physically for Christ, you have finished with sin.  You won’t spend the rest of your lives chasing your own desires, but you will be anxious to do the will of God.  You have had enough in the past of the evil things that godless people enjoy – their immorality and lust, their feasting and drunkenness and wild parties, and their terrible worship of idols.   Of course, your former friends are surprised when you no longer plunge into the flood of wild and destructive things they do.  So they slander you.  But remember that they will have to face God, who will judge everyone, both the living and the dead.  ~ 1 Peter 4:1-5 (NLT)

Isn’t that wonderful?  I know you don’t want to think about the suffering that Peter starts with but in verse 2 when he says: You won’t spend the rest of your lives chasing your own desires, but you will be anxious to do the will of God.  Every time I read that line, I smile.  It completely reminds me of where I was when Jesus captured me and made me His own.  When I surrendered to Him I almost turned on a dime and stopped doing what I was doing because I’d read a lot of the Bible and already knew that God didn’t like it.

I immediately got anxious to do the will of God and I wanted to shake off the old me and put on the new me of Christ.

So what is to be our movie’s plot?

Let’s look to Peter’s first verse.  I know he is talking about suffering persecution and we in America are beginning to get glimpses of what that might look like.  But as a Christian, how can I feel like I’m suffering when I look at all those people who have not been born again in Christ and who are really, truly, suffering?

They fill their lives with alcohol and drugs trying to erase the pain they feel.  They throw their bodies to anyone who shows a bit of interest trying desperately to find the love they are missing.  They chase after false gods that epitomize their idea of being successful; trying to feel like they are someone, like they’ve made something of themselves, like they have a purpose in life . . . and missing the point of life entirely.

I know.  I was there.  I was empty and tried to fill myself up with whatever I could.

But we know that without Christ Jesus as their Savior they will never be able to do it.  They will never find that peace and they will continue to agonize.

Now that’s sad.  That’s pain.  That is suffering.

Let’s live our Christianity out loud and in full view of everyone.  Let’s tell someone about the Good News today.  Let’s pray for those who don’t yet know Christ.  Let’s show them the script that can help them on the road toward a life with Christ.  Let’s fulfill our commission.

Conflict, drama, suspense, and a happy ending?

Now that would make a really good movie.

**  A version of this post ran in September 2011.

Nasty Talk


swearEven before I became a leader in BSF I was not a fan of curse words.  I’ve always thought that people who resort to using such language were just too lazy to come up with an appropriate word.  But once I was born again my disgust grew for my own haphazard speech, still littered with profanities, and soon thereafter included other’s bad speech.  Especially egregious was taking the Lord’s name in vain.  God.  Jesus.  Jesus Christ.  These were not words to speak in anger or contempt, but names of The Most High God and to be spoken of with love, respect, and adoration.  Even though I’m not Catholic it even bothers me to hear, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph” spoken in anger because the intent is clear.

When I began posting on Facebook I quickly found that people, hiding behind the isolated and thin veil of the computer screen, were much more prone to unleash their tongues and post all types of vile and crass material.  Horrified at what I was reading, I quickly unfollowed friends and hid pages that posted such nonsense because I didn’t want to be associated with it.  I was merciless when it came to my own newsreel and timeline.

Last month I posted some research on Hillary Clinton on my Facebook page to show her willful disregard of our military, her white house staff, and even her husband.  It included her speech which apparently is overly abundant with foul-mouthed words, beyond tactless and downright evil in its connotation.

Regrettably, I didn’t follow my own guidelines and got called on it this past week.

Through a fellow leader in BSF, I was told that someone was very concerned about the post on Hillary, believing that I condoned that type of language.  Clearly, she didn’t read the post or would have realized that I was wholly against this type of language and behavior – presidential candidate or not.  But why should she have to read through gobs of despicable speech to understand my point?  She shouldn’t and it was wrong of me to post it.  I thought of 1 Corinthians 10:31-32

Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do everything for God’s glory. Give no offense to the Jews or the Greeks or the church of God,

And immediately took it down.

Christians are called to a higher standard.  We’re called to a standard so lofty we won’t reach it until we relocate to Heaven. But that doesn’t mean that we lose sight of that glorious ideal until then.  No.  We are to constantly work toward it.

Even more so leaders.  Leadership has been my top spiritual gift since I’ve started taking assessments.  God has gifted me to be a leader, it’s up to me to take that responsibility seriously and live my life the best I can to what Jesus has modeled for me.

Monitoring my speech is an easy place to start.  Especially when you read Ephesians 4:29

No foul language is to come from your mouth, but only what is good for building up someone in need, so that it gives grace to those who hear.

And how a pastor can know that verse and still believe it’s acceptable to swear is beyond me … but that’s a post for another time.

Have a wonderful weekend, my friends!