Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

The feat of writing a post and explanation for what happened this past weekend has kept me from even attempting it for some days now.  How do you describe miracles but not as to cheapen the treasure of their testimony? First I must begin to explain who this man Steven is, and who he someday will be.  Skeptical, I have been for some years now which is why I categorize his existence as a miracle. He is strong.  Meek.  Authoritative in speech, and yet the most gentle of men.  He hates all the usual things like Wal-Mart and loves all the usual authors like G.K. Chesterton.  His brokenness before the Lord was what set him apart from the crowd for me.  I honor this man with words of encouragement. "Steven, you are dearly loved and anointed by Jesus.  Not because you have done great things for Him, but because your heart longs to make Him the focus.  You know He is good even in the desert seasons.  You have chosen Jesus.  You have a closeness with Him that inspires me to seek Him a

"How abundant are the good things that you have stored up for those who fear you, that you bestow in the sight of all, on those who take refuge in you."--Psalm 31:19 A year ago today I received a text message asking, "Are you going to France today?" My friend was correct.  I was at the gate at Eppley Airfield about to board my plane on my route towards Europe.   France would not have been nearly so sweet had the Lord not allowed the hard seasons before-hand.  I spent some recent summer moments sitting under the stars with this same friend and breathing in God's goodness.  I knew He had been storing up good moments like that for the future.  All that waiting finally made sense. We can remember--my avid followers--how I waited nearly two months before I finally got to see the Eiffel Tower while over there.  I believe the wait was for that perfect moment when I first saw it.  God was not keeping anything from me, but storing up as the verse in Psalm 31:19 s