Jesus, please don’t leave me standing at the altar

I work out most of my life’s problems when I take a walk with Jesus each morning. While the humidity hugs my skin and the song of the birds fills my ears, I talk about my problems with Jesus.

On this day, I was preparing to write a message called “Hold on to Hope.” But the problem was that I felt totally unequipped and unqualified to teach anyone about hope. I had not been a stellar example of holding on to hope myself. I needed someone to teach ME how to do it!

As I poured out my fears and concerns to Jesus, I pleaded for Him to help me, to show up, and to supernaturally give me the words. I entreated Him not to abandon me now.

“Jesus,” I begged, “please don’t leave me standing at the altar.”


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Even the Son of God needed help

For the past year and a half I have struggled  with chronic facial pain.  At times it feels like I am “The Man in the Iron Mask” or like I have had multiple facelifts and chemical peels.  After multiple MRIs and CAT scans and trips to the neurosurgeon’s office and a lot of money, I still have no answers and no treatment plan.   Unless God heals me, I’m stuck with this pain for the rest of my life. I’m 45, so I have a lot of years left to live.  And the thought of living the rest of my life with this  pain is not a happy thought.