Fancy That…

A while back, a dear friend of mine came to visit for a few days. We decided to take a day trip to another city and visit a world-famous museum there.

After we had spent 2-3 hours exploring the inside of the museum, we went outside to take in the beautiful gardens. At this point, we were both ready for a late lunch and decided to eat at a restaurant we had been to once before. We put the information into the GPS and were happy to see we were only about five miles away.

We found a shady place to park, maybe fifteen yards directly across from the restaurant. As we approached, there were people sitting along the outside at bistro tables. At the table closest to the entrance, sat two women who are probably close to our age. One had a locked-in stare, but the other rudely looked us “up and down” in such an exaggerated way it was impossible not to notice. We just walked by and ignored them.

Well, this friend of mine loves to dine alfresco. So, her first question to the hostess is, “can we sit outside?” The answer was yes, so she proceeded to grab two menus, and we turned around and exited right by the two women. And, now you are thinking, surely, they didn’t repeat their brazen behavior again, right?

Now, let me inject some needed information here. Neither my friend nor I were dressed inappropriately. I’m not as fancy as her but I’m not frump woman either. We were wearing clothing appropriate for our age and our destination. We were comfortably stylish given the weather and the fact we would be doing a great deal of walking.

So, as we are heading out the door to our table, my mind is racing. I’m angry at being treated so rudely but hoping it won’t happen again, and we will just let it go. Well, that didn’t happen. The one woman who was the most obnoxious between them, picked up right where she left off and again, began looking us up and down with that crappy little smirk on her face! So, what did I do? I leaned down and as jovially as I could muster, said, “Hi, how are you? How have you been?” Her expression immediately went from complete disapproval to deer in the headlights. She stuttered, “good, you?” I said, “doing great! Good to see you again!”

By this time, the hostess has seated my friend at our table which, of course, was right next to our “new” friends. I’m now back-to-back to the woman I’ve just sent reeling as I’m sure she was trying to figure out who I was and in fact, did I run in her social circles? Anyway, I hope that’s what was going on in her head.

It wasn’t too long before those two were finished with their meal and got up to leave. Because they were behind me, I didn’t have the sightline my friend had. A white Mercedes SUV was parked right in front of us and the beep indicating it was being unlocked sounded. We both figured it belonged to one of the women. But no one approached it to enter.

My friend began to laugh, and I asked what was happening. She said the woman whom I had “visited” with walked across the parking lot and tried to get into a white SUV, realized it wasn’t her car and had to walk back across the parking lot and get in the now unlocked Mercedes which was parked a few feet from her bistro table and right in front of us. Fancy that…

We probably shouldn’t have taken such joy and laughed as hard as we did but to have such immediate justice unfold was amazing! I hope she spent some time trying to figure out who I was but more importantly, I hope that woman, who is old enough to know better, thinks twice before she raises her nose and gives another woman the “once over.”

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1

I wanted to tell both of them what I thought about their behavior but I’m so thankful that I didn’t. I would have played right into their childish, middle school antics and I’m sure come out on the losing end. As it turned out, my friend and I had a good laugh, and who knows, that woman might still be wondering who in the world she was so rude to—fancy that…

C. Deni Johnson

©2025

A Stone’s Throw

A few years ago, I spent several weeks camped in the sixteenth and seventeenth chapters of 1 Samuel. Every read through I saw something that didn’t catch my attention the time before. The infinite depth of God’s word is truly a gift.

Chapter 16 begins with God instructing Samuel, (the son of Hannah and one of Israel’s greatest prophets), to travel to Bethlehem to the house of Jesse where Samuel would anoint a new king. This trip didn’t exactly excite Samuel because he was afraid the current king would have him killed if he found out what he was doing. When Samuel expressed his concern, the Lord told him to take a heifer with him to Bethlehem as a sacrifice and when he arrived, “invite Jesse to the sacrifice, and I (the Lord) will show you what to do. You are to anoint the one I indicate.” (1 Sam 16:3)

So, with these instructions, Samuel set out for Bethlehem. When he arrived, he did as the Lord said and invited Jesse and his sons to the sacrifice. When Samuel saw the oldest son, Eliab, Samuel immediately thought he was the one chosen by the Lord. Scripture doesn’t say, but perhaps Eliab was tall and considered a handsome man and that’s why Samuel assumed he’d found his guy. But the Lord said to Samuel, “do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Sam 16:7)

Next!

Jesse called his next son, Abinadab to pass before Samuel but he wasn’t the one either. Seven sons passed before Samuel, but the Lord did not choose any of them. Samuel asked if Jesse had any other sons to which he replied there was one more, the youngest who was tending the sheep. His name was David. Samuel told Jesse to send for him.

When David arrived, scripture describes him as “ruddy, with a fine appearance and handsome features.” The Lord told Samuel, “Rise and anoint him; he is the one.” Samuel took the oil and anointed David in front of his brothers and the “Spirit of the Lord came upon David in power.” (1 Sam 16:12-13)

David’s anointing was done in secret, and he would not become Israel’s king for quite some time. God had a plan for David, and he began preparing him for his future responsibilities. God is still in the business of preparing his people for future responsibilities. He lays hopes and dreams in our hearts and then begins the pruning and winnowing processes we need to be prepared for our future. It’s up to each of us to learn and grow in our current situations no matter how long it takes or how hard it gets.

Be still before the Lord; wait patiently for Him and entrust yourself to Him;
Do not fret (whine, agonize) because of him who prospers in his way,
Because of the man who carries out wicked schemes.
Ps 37:7 (AMP)

During this time, the Promise Land was inhabited by Philistine giants and the Israelites were afraid to fight these huge warriors and reclaim their land. However, the Philistines had gathered for war and each army camped on opposite hills of the Valley of Elah between them.

It was customary during this period for armies to send one warrior from each side to fight. This prevented massive losses for either side. Triumph by your warrior meant victory for your side and surrender by the other.

A Philistine warrior named Goliath was well known for his victories. He stood over nine feet tall, and it’s estimated his armor weighed 125 pounds and the iron point of his spear shaft weighed about 15 pounds. He was a formidable opponent on his own, but Goliath also had a shield bearer who always walked in front of him.

For forty days Goliath came forward every morning and evening shouting at the Israelites to send someone out from their ranks to fight him—if he was killed then the Philistines would become servants to the Israelites; if he won, Israel would be defeated and be servants to the Philistines. Saul and the Israelite army were terrified. Saul is described in scripture as being a head taller than the other Israelite men (1 Sam 9:2), so it is plausible he was the most likely candidate to fight the giant. No doubt he didn’t want to do that. Fortunately for Saul, God had a different plan to save the Israelites.

In scripture, the number 40 typically symbolizes a period of testing—a challenge so to speak ultimately followed by triumph. Moses was with the Lord and fasted 40 days and nights when given the Ten Commandments (Exodus 34:27-28). The Lord was angry with Israel and made them wander in the desert forty years until the generation who had done evil in his sight was gone (Numbers 32:13). Jesus fasted forty days and nights in the desert before being tested by Satan (Matthew 4:1-3). There are over 140 references in scripture about forty days or years of waiting and testing.

While the Israelites were huddled in their battle position, watching and listening to the big guy bellow day-after-day; unbeknown to them, the Lord had already set in motion their victory.

The young shepherd boy, David, (remember him, the one chosen by God and anointed by Samuel) had been sent to the battle lines by his father to take food to his brothers and find out how they were doing. While there, Goliath stepped forward as he had done for forty days and shouted his defiance toward Israel. David heard the Israelites say king Saul would give a lot of money along with his daughter in marriage and exemption from taxes for the family of the man who kills Goliath. So, David approached Saul and told him that he would fight the giant. Saul saw that David was just a boy and told him he was no match for a warrior like Goliath. David began telling Saul how he had killed a lion and a bear to protect his father’s sheep; “the Lord who delivered me from the paw of the lion and paw of the bear will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine.” (1 Samuel 17:37) Upon hearing this, Saul agreed to let David fight the giant and dressed David in a coat of armor for the battle. David tried walking around in the armor but told Saul he couldn’t wear it because he wasn’t used to it. David removed the helmet and coat of armor, took his staff in his hand, chose 5 smooth stones from a stream and placed them in his shepherd’s bag. With his sling in his hand, David approached the giant Philistine.

Goliath, with his shield bearer in front of him, made his way closer to David. When Goliath got a good look at David, he realized he was just a boy ruddy and handsome, and Goliath despised him. (1 Sam 17:42). Goliath asked David, “am I dog that you come at with sticks?” (vs 43). Scripture tells us Goliath cursed David by his (Goliath’s) gods and told him he would feed David’s “flesh to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field.” (vs 44)

David was undaunted:

David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”

As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him. Reaching into his bag and taking out a stone, he slung it and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell face down on the ground.

So, David triumphed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone; without a sword in his hand he struck down the Philistine and killed him. David ran and stood over him. He took hold of the Philistine’s sword and drew it from the sheath. After he killed him, he cut off his head with the sword. (1 Sam 17:45-51)

Upon witnessing their giant hero’s demise, the Philistines turned and ran for their lives. The Israelite’s took pursuit, killing many Philistines, and plundering their camp.

So, Goliath, the Philistines’ war hero, adorned in all his manmade armor, succumbed to a young Israelite shepherd boy by way of a sling and one rock. David did not want and knew he did not require manmade armor, David faithfully adorned himself in the full armor of God. (Eph 6:13-18)

Believers today face personal battles, we see our world in constant turmoil both in our own country and globally, and it can appear hopeless, and fear easily consumes us. But God is faithful, and he is never surprised by what we are facing personally or otherwise. There is wisdom in the wait. Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1)

So, when facing the goliaths in our own lives, may we, like David, adorn ourselves in the full armor of God each day. May we, like David, when faced with a new challenge, always remember God’s faithfulness to us in the past and rest in the knowledge that we can face those challenges in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel. (1 Sam 17:45)

Amen.

C. Deni Johnson

A New Thing

For the past twenty-plus years, I’ve had numerous conversations with friends about feeling like I’m in a holding pattern. I’ve used the flashing red hold button on phones to symbolically describe my life. My friends and I talk about how the Lord just keeps saying wait regarding various situations and so we sit in the waiting room.

I believe I’ve had it wrong all this time. Yes, we are to wait upon the Lord for his timing but what if I am placing opportunities on hold waiting for the answer to one situation? What if God has and is saying wait here for this situation (be still) but don’t sideline yourself, don’t isolate yourself waiting for Him to provide that one answer.

Unfortunately, I guess, I am a very cautious, hyper-vigilant person. Taking risks simply doesn’t seem natural or wise to me in most all circumstances. So, if I have a situation that needs God-sized prayer (and most do), and no clear answer presents itself, I am all too quick to sit down, hunker down, and fixate on the problem. Or I’ll busy myself with meaningless tasks and simply waste my days accomplishing very little that is worthwhile.

We aren’t on hold. Allowing one circumstance to stifle our existence isn’t the answer. We are commanded to pray fervently over and through the situation, but we aren’t called to check out and sit down until our answer comes. We must keep moving forward, asking the Lord for the next thing all the while waiting on closure for the old thing because sometimes our answer to the OLD is found in the NEW. Fear tells us we better hunker down and hide, faith says get out there and live and give and be the light we were created to be right now—not later.

One of my favorite scripture passages is found in the book of Isaiah. The commentary says this regarding Chapter 43:15-21:

This section pictures a new exodus for a people once again oppressed, as the Israelites had been as slaves in Egypt before the exodus. They would cry to God, and again he would hear and deliver them. A new exodus would take place through a new desert. The past miracles were nothing compared to what God would do for his people in the future.

Read the following passage and let it sink in that as Jesus followers, we are God’s people. Let’s stop living in the past and placing our God-given dreams and talents on hold allowing the enemy to rob of us of our todays and tomorrows. Instead, let’s answer the call and get excited about the new thing the Lord is doing!

I am the LORD, your Holy One,
    Israel’s Creator, your King.

This is what the LORD says—
    he who made a way through the sea,
    a path through the mighty waters,
who drew out the chariots and horses,
    the army and reinforcements together,
and they lay there, never to rise again,
    extinguished, snuffed out like a wick:
Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.
The wild animals honor me,
    the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
    the people I formed for myself
    that they may proclaim my praise.

Isaiah 43:15-21

Blessings,

C. Deni Johnson

Slow to Speak

Understand this, my beloved brothers and sisters. Let everyone be quick to hear [be a careful, thoughtful listener], slow to speak [a speaker of carefully chosen words and], slow to anger [patient, reflective, forgiving]…

James 1:19 AMP

As I’ve thought (over and over) about a recent situation that caused hurt feelings and a mild discussion; the Lord laid the above scripture on my heart—again.

This was the second time in five months I found myself having spoken too quickly and not listening intently to what was either being said or implied in the moment. I didn’t do so on purpose and at the time had no idea I had caused so much pain.

I’ve typically been a friend whom others seek out to discuss weighty issues. Being a good listener and encourager are two attributes I strive to possess and give away. So, when I fail to do that, I must ask myself what is the lesson here for me to learn?

As I’ve read and reread James 1:19; I think maybe when around people I know very well, I tend to talk about myself too much. I suppose there exists a comfort level, whereby, I lose a level of discernment that I normally possess when among casual acquaintances. So, the lesson appears to be to make sure I don’t let my relaxed state of mind in conversations, whether among many friends or one, override my awareness of what I’m saying and the sheer quantity of words I’m speaking.

Will Rogers was an actor and a man known for his wit and wisdom and he is one of my favorite fellow Oklahomans. One of Will Rogers’ famous quotes was:

“Never miss a good chance to shut up!”

Agreed.

C. Deni Johnson

October 2022

Shadow Casters

Everyone creates a shadow when in sunlight or a very well lighted room. However, the shadow I’m speaking of here isn’t about the physics of light interception causing shadows. I’m talking about the impact, the shadow we cast onto others—either positively or negatively.

Some people we know, cast long shadows of affirmation and joy and just being a part of their life brings us such pleasure. But others, either deliberately or unknowingly, cast widespread shadows that can impact us on an immediate basis and sometimes the ripple effect is forever.

The notion of “Shadow Casters” came to my mind recently when I met someone who once lived in my hometown—a town at that time had an estimated population of about 1,200 people—everyone knew everyone, or they thought they did. You see, I have worked very hard to escape some painful shadows of that time and place. I typically hesitate when telling where I was raised not because there is something unsuitable with the town, but because I don’t necessarily want someone to remember me from then. No one realized the impact of a certain shadow cast upon me during those years. As an adult looking back, I can see how the situation changed everything for me for decades. The stress and fear of being labeled a name that became synonymous in school with being stupid was almost more than I could shoulder throughout my entire elementary and high school years and beyond.

Every fall when a new school year was beginning, the stress of meeting my new teacher was agonizing for me. I braced myself for the inevitable question posed by the teacher, “what’s your name?” I would sheepishly say my full name and for years, heard this response, “oh, are you so and so’s little sister?” What I heard was, are you from that family? Are you equally as incapable of learning? Are you stupid too?

Two distinct traits and probably many others, came out of that innocent exchange with teachers and students each year. I became a perfectionist, making an inner vow that I could not and would not ever allow myself to fail. Unfortunately, I didn’t allow myself to truly succeed either. I learned to not bring attention to myself. I wanted to be invisible—I crawled under the radar undetectable to protect myself from a label I didn’t help create and was helpless to eradicate. I shared the same last name—period. Yes, we were related but I wasn’t a sibling. Sadly, family members and others tried to convince the parents of those two children they needed professional help. But their parents refused to accept that fact and consequently, neither of them ever received the help they needed. Both were cruelly labeled and I’m certain, suffered dearly with the isolation and brutality of rejection. God knows, I didn’t want that to be my reality just because I shared a last name.

Yes, I revisit that little girl deep in the recesses of my mind sometimes and I remember how she struggled to find herself, re-find yourself and ultimately redefine herself. She/I am grateful for the prayers of those who undoubtedly were on their knees for me every day praying I would find shelter from myself.

Never underestimate the effects of a shadow…           

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
    will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

Psalm 91:1-2

C. Deni Johnson

©July 2022

Crooked Rows

My husband had knee replacement surgery in early August. Since we live in the mid-south, this meant yard work was far from over for the year. And, since I enjoy mowing, (we have a relatively small yard and a self-propelled lawnmower) it wasn’t a big deal for me to mow a few times.

Now keep in mind, when my husband mows (and when our son mowed for us a few times during this time) the rows are extremely straight. I could probably take a yard stick and level out there and find each swath perfectly plumb.

However, when I finished and looked out over my work, I had to laugh! My rows were anything but straight! In those moments, I was reminded of my dad’s crooked planting-field rows. I can still see the infant crops rising out of the soil, ever so gently creating a slight wave down each one. But apparently, it was prized in those days to have perfectly straight rows of crops because my mother was always commenting about how he never could plant a straight row. Perhaps it’s not that he couldn’t, perhaps it wasn’t that important to him that his rows were perfect. He loved what he did and even though he never made much money, I think he kept the end result in mind more than toiling over perfection.

As I stood and looked at my dad-inspired swaths, I told myself that it was okay if it didn’t look perfect. The job was complete and so what if the rows weren’t straight? There was progress in the process…wasn’t that the goal?

For anyone who knows me well, hearing me say I could settle for something less than perfection is huge! To not beat myself up over something as stupid as, yes, straight mowing rows, is huge!

The point to this story is this; in the same moment I looked at my work that day and thought of my dad, the Holy Spirit spoke to me saying, the journey isn’t about perfection, it’s about the journey—crooked rows and all.

I believe we should pray for straight paths, but I don’t believe we should be too quick to scorn the crooked ones if we are making progress in the process.

…in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3:6 (NIV)

C. Deni Johnson

Every Little Bit

Sometimes a person can make a significant impact in our life in a brief period of time. This describes my dad.

My dad only lived long enough to see me celebrate my 12th birthday. But in those twelve short years, he made such a positive impact on my life that five decades later, I still recognize his influence almost daily.

One of my favorite memories (I was five maybe 6) is helping him shovel grain for the livestock. We stood in the bed of a large truck and scoop by scoop, shoveled the loose grain into a large storage bin inside the barn. I can still see him, one large scoop at a time making huge dents in the grain pile. I had my shovel too, and one tiny scoop at a time, I lifted the grain out of the truck and tossed it toward the bin. As though it happened yesterday, I remember asking him, “Daddy, am I helping you?” And without missing a beat, he looked at me, smiled and said, “Honey, with every little bit you do, it’s just that much I don’t have to do.”

Those words of affirmation are priceless to me. My dad knew how to communicate his love and appreciation to me in a way he could not have possibly known I would need because I’d live so much of my life without him. So much given in one statement of affirmation to a little girl who just wanted to spend time with her daddy.

I believe the gospel offers a similar perspective about Jesus and our role as seed planters. Maybe Jesus would say, keep helping, everything you do, no matter how small it may seem, if done in my name, every little bit, every grain, has the potential to make a lasting, positive impact in someone’s life.

Jesus asked, “How can I describe the Kingdom of God? What story shall I use to illustrate it? It is like a tiny mustard seed! Though this is one of the smallest of seeds, yet it grows to become one of the largest of plants, with long branches where birds can build their nests and be sheltered.”

Mark 4:30-32 (TLB)

C. Deni Johnson

Chewing Crow

Have you ever allowed a situation, or a person frustrate and anger you until you do or say something stupid? I wish I could say that just hasn’t happened to me, but it just did, and I can’t stop beating myself up over it.

Knowledge flows like spring water from the wise; fools are leaky faucets, dripping nonsense. Proverbs 15:2 (The Message)

I didn’t want to attend the meeting. I had already told myself I wasn’t going. We had been out of town all weekend and I just wanted to relax at home and not subject myself to the consistently frustrating, never accomplishing much of anything meeting. Late in the day, I received a phone call urging me to attend and alas, I was on the agenda to give an update on something.

Made it through nine-tenths of the meeting; we were on the final agenda item and then the wheels came off for me or maybe “off of” me. Instead of just biting my tongue and letting it go because it was not my place to say anything, I instead began a ridiculous line of questioning to someone in the room. Not only was it not the time or the place for my actions, I had also confused myself on who this person is and was asking questions that didn’t even apply to his role. Can anyone say, “foot in mouth syndrome?” Ugh.

The simple truth is I have allowed a situation in which I have no control over control my emotions as they pertain to the matter. I have failed to remain calm and poised and now I must deal with the embarrassment of being a leaky faucet dripping nonsense. I guess you might say I spewed nonsense.

Since I love to cook, guess I need to find a recipe for crow

C. Deni Johnson

Show Up For Her

“Show up for her.”

These are the words spoken by the Holy Spirit on December 9, 2014, regarding me. He whispered it to Jennifer, one of my precious friends and at the time, a ministry coworker. We were launching a new segment of our mentoring ministry on that date. Jennifer had told me several days before that she would not be joining me that evening and would not be co-leading with me because she had a lot on her plate and adding another commitment would be too much.

It was quite a surprise that night to see Jennifer enter the classroom just minutes before the session began. I walked up to her and said something to the effect of “I thought you weren’t coming?” She said, “I have a story to tell you after the meeting.”

As soon as we were able to talk, Jennifer told me her incredible story. That during her morning quiet time with the Lord, she looked out her window and through the fog, saw a lone bird perched at the top of a tree. At that moment, the Holy Spirit said, “Show up for her, even though she feels alone, she is not.”

Jennifer had taken a picture of the bird that morning so she could show it to me. I was in awe. My entire drive to church that evening—a forty-mile drive—I just prayed over and over reminding the Lord that I felt so alone and begged Him for someone to just show up for this new ministry launch.

Oh, I hope you understand how only God knew what was on my heart. I had not said a word to Jennifer about what I was feeling but He loves me enough—He loves you enough—to meet us where we are and remind us we are not alone. He is with us and He will show up for us! Halleluiah!

I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you. Genesis 28:15

So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10

Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you, declares the Lord. Jeremiah 1:8

C. Deni Johnson

White as Snow

On New Year’s Morning, 2021, we woke to a very majestic site; everything was covered in a beautiful blanket of snow. My first thought was “it’s fleece was white as snow.” On this new day, the first one of a new year, we had a pure white beginning.

It is an understatement to say 2020 was a year filled with uncertainty, hostility, pain, loneliness, and isolation to mention a few. The year also ushered in loss of freedoms, a misguided sense of safety-ism cloaked as patriotism, riots, political upheaval designed to distract and confuse. Media fed on the issues facing Americans like flies on manure; and their biases exemplified their fly diet.

A year such as 2020 demands some adjustment in perspective. The normal cadence of life is disrupted and only a few people are telling all the people what they must and/or should do. Even common citizens self-appointed themselves as social police—calling out others over masks and social distancing.

Yes, a year like 2020 brings out the worst in some people, organizations, politicians and talking heads. However, a year like 2020 also brings out the best in people. It is the God-given, human spirit that overcomes the adversity and shows kindness, generosity and the love of Jesus to those in need.

Hopefully, 2020 allowed and made us focus on what is important and what is not. We had to slow down in some areas of our life and completely cancel so many plans. Everyone was affected by the pandemic and the fallout it created and continues to create.

That pure white snow on January 1, 2021 was a sign to me that my God likes fresh, clean, new beginnings. Although weary from the chaos around me and angry over the deception and corruption surrounding all of us, I believe we are on the brink of a new beginning. It is not what a lot of people believe—those who look at the secular world—but instead a redirecting, a full-circle back to what really matters in life.

Just like the first buds of spring, there are seeds taking root, sprouting and growing. Jesus is at work my friend—in you, in me, in countless others across this country and around the world.

Be strong! Do not Fear! Spring—a new day, my friend, is on the way!

Jerusalem, worship God! Zion, praise your God! He made your city secure, he blessed your children among you. He keeps the peace at your borders, he puts the best bread on your tables. He launches his promises earthward— how swift and sure they come! He spreads snow like a white fleece, he scatters frost like ashes, He broadcasts hail like birdseed— who can survive his winter? Then he gives the command and it all melts; he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!

Psalm 147:12-18 (MSG)