Jesus, Coffee, and Naps

Today, I traded my little red chair for a wooden bench. Dragging the weathered wooden bench adjacent to God’s throne, knees touching with the Almighty, I pray Samuel’s simple prayer, “Speak, your servant is listening” (1 Samuel 3:10). Opening God’s Word, my eyes fixate on the highlighted words: “This was Job’s regular custom” (Job 1:5). Speak, your servant is listening (1 Samuel 3:10) Click To Tweet The wooden bench creaks as I lean back. “What was Job’s regular custom?” I po

“Lord, give me the courage of Joshua and Caleb to enter the gates of Ridgecrest and send me a Rahab, a welcoming friend inside the gate. Amen.” It’s not every day I pray for a Rahab, but that was my prayer for the weeks prior to the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.  Rahab was a brave woman whose occupation has been translated as an innkeeper while other translations identify her as a prostitute. Regardless of her occupation, Rahab befriended, aided, and prov