“But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.” ~ Hebrews 11:6

When David and I were barely “Mr. and Mrs.” we decided to memorize scripture together on a regular basis. Hebrews 11:6 was our first verse. Sadly, we let the busyness of life and ministry sidetrack us and we didn’t follow through on this plan, but I have never forgotten this verse.
Out of all the verses in God’s word that we could have chosen, this one is a gem. As I read it now almost 38 years down the road, I can see how it has marked our lives and shaped us into the man and woman we are today.
Have we always done everything right? No. Have we wandered away from the path of righteousness? Yes, a time or two (or three or four…) But through it all, our lives have been grounded on the belief that there is a God in Heaven who loves us; who sent His Son to die for our sins and His Spirit to dwell in our hearts.
Have we dropped the ball and wished for a “magic eraser” so that parts of our story could be re-written? Yes. But day after day, year after year, our hearts have been drawn to the only source of wisdom and knowledge – God’s holy word. We have sought Him diligently and it has made all the difference in our story.
One often hears, “seeing is believing.” But I ask you to consider an alternative…
“Faith is believing.” Truly, the only belief that will alter the course of our destinies and change the dynamics of our family stories is believing in Jesus Christ and earnestly pursuing His presence day after day.
This will not only please God, but will bring a pleasing reward greater than we can begin to imagine.

Back in the day, day-time television was all about game shows. One of my favorites was “Let’s Make A Deal.” People would dress up in silly costumes and hope to make it to the final round where they would be given the chance to select door number one, two or three. When I played along I would usually shout, “I’ll take door number two!” Sometimes the Big Deal would be revealed behind this door and sometimes I would get “zonked.” Since I was playing along at home, the choice I made was inconsequential and meaningless.
The summer of 1990 brings back such memories. Lee was nine years old and Briana was four. Our first trip was to Michigan and took fifteen hours. The second was to the General Assembly at San Antonio, Texas and you don’t even want to know how long of a drive that was. To make matters worse, we were in a very small Oldsmobile Calais. On the journey home, by the time we hit Atlanta, I was ready to bypass our house and head to the psychiatric hospital! Honestly!

hat feat alone assured me that “he had it bad!!”)
