Next week, check back in for “Believe Only the Truth: Part 2.” But let me underline, here, anything I blog is an expression of my own heart and walk, not the position of any group. Also, I welcome interaction. So, if you disagree or hate what I write, as some told me last week, let…
(This is the serial release of the book Hello, My Name is Phillip. Purchase your copy here. Feel free to share these posts with others. If you want to read past installments, search “Phillip’s Story.” As this chapter begins, they have just returned from the paint store. Enjoy.) The lady talked all the way home….
How do we discern truth amidst many opinions, manipulations and lies? How do we find truth?
“Thank you for being my little salesman today, Philip. You did a great job.” The words surprised Phillip who was not used to compliments. Today’s story of his trip to the paint store brought a shift to his experience of life. Have small things caused your life to change? Join Phillip as he makes life discoveries through the safe relationships in his life.
Ever been in a hard situation and wonder if God cared at all? Ever wonder where is God? People– we hit such times. Yet, in the middle of the worst, the most dire, God never leaves us or abandons us. God IS there. This basic affirmation is good to recall and we can see in a recent tragedy, through testimony and witnesses. Recall it when in your worst moments: This too, God sees, God cares and is with me.
Phillip’s mom confesses and repents. And she and Phillip start to build a relationship with Jesus alongside of them. She begins to learn how to be a safe adult. Every kid deserves safe adults.
A year ago I read Celeste Headlee’s great book We Need To Talk: How to Have Conversations that Matter. In it, she tells of an experiment that has stuck with me. A group of people were taken into a room and told a piece of news the leaders had literally made up themselves. It was…
Phillip finds himself in the home of Maggie and Henry, the sweetest, down-to-earth folk imaginable. His time with them births many discoveries, one of his gift for music. And another was the opportunity for he and his mom to work together to get back into the house. Through hardship, hope is birthed.
Thanksgiving Day brought more than thanks into my own life — it brought the opportunity to feel some emotions I did not know were there. Sometimes, we hide emotions behind a presenting one. For me, the presenting emotion had been anger. But behind it was a well of deep sadness. In the middle of orchestrated events, the wound got lanced. Feel all the feelings.
Recovery from any violation takes time but we often don’t want to take the time it takes. I know for me, I’ve wanted to rush it, deny it, bypass it. But it takes time. I remember when I first recalled the abuse and tell of a recent experience of encountering Jesus