The Rhythms of His Heart

My life  (in ministry & personally) for the last year has been a season of waiting, longing and being! A season of learning how to abide...how to end the striving...how to rest and take a "hands off" approach to things.  It has been about not trying to control...fix or come up with an intervention, but just to let God be God! It has a been a beautiful thing...a  hard process thing and a' grace-breathing in' thing.   I have always been a driven girl...finding worth and value in what I do.  But what happens when all I am doing feels dry, result-less and changeless? What happens when your weak body will not let you DO more?  I have hit days where I have been so exhausted from trying to keep up to all the busy that I have not been healthy physically, spiritually, and  emotionally.  I then had to admit to myself, my team, and most of all to my Jesus that I was NOT ok!  Then things started to break in!  Can I just pause here for a second and say that there is streng

Imagine with  me a typical morning at YFC...it is close to 9am and I zip in the door on my scooter!  Once my glasses defog and I take off my toque or hood if I remember to wear it and the first voice I hear says, "Good Morning, Dee!" I move off my scooter, grab my crutches, purse, bags, Bible etc and feeling frustrated that I don't have more hands to carry things I carry on towards my office while in the middle of my carrying a brother comes out, looks at me in the eyes and says, "Just ASK!"  In that moment, I swallow hard let go of my grip on the items I'm carrying and hand it over!  My "I can do it myselfness" dies and I realize that my arms were not made to handle crutches, books, bags and so I need to ask for help!  I need (we need at YFC) to remember that we were not meant to fix carry Youths depression, family problems, situations, but our job is to "Just Ask!" Jesus to intervene  and breakthrough because He is the One who is the Sa

John Griffith was in his early twenties. He was newly married and full of optimism. Along with his lovely wife, he had been blessed with a beautiful baby. He was living the American dream. But then came 1929—the Great Stock Market Crash—the shattering of the American economy that devastated John’s dreams. The winds that howled through Oklahoma were strangely symbolic of the gale force that was sweeping away his hopes and his dreams. And so, brokenhearted, John packed up his few possessions, and with his wife and his little son, headed East in an old Ford Model A. They made their way to the edge of the mighty Mississippi River and found a job tending one of the great railroad bridges there. Day after day, John would sit in the control room and direct the enormous gears of the immense bridge over the mighty river. He would look out wistfully as bulky barges and splendid ships glided gracefully under his elevated bridge. Each day, he looked on sadly as those ships carried with the