NLightFlowers

I am in the process of learning lots about the wonders of Web 2.0 and the conceptual age that is emerging from the information age and in the process I have just learned how to connect my Blogger, Google, YouTube, Facebook, Picasa, and many other accounts to each other so content can be shared in its most relevant locations. So here is a video I made and distributed on YouTube... now seamlessly connected to my "A Glimpse Inside" blog.

This Is Just A Test

I'm currently testing out a cool application called LifeCast that let's me post to my Google Blogger account from my iPhone. It should even add geo-tagging information. Let's see if it works.

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I Had A Dream

I am here today to tell you who I am, truly, honestly, and openly. To let you see past all that I am on the outside, and to let you have a glimpse of my heart.

Like most people, I remember being asked about what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I remember all the different things that I dreamed about doing or being. I remember wanting to be an astronaut, dreaming about being wealthy, and desiring to be famous. I also remember those dreams changed and matured as I went through different seasons in my life.

I realized recently that I have never clarified my dreams to myself, and that my dreams are so numerous that it would be hard to name them all. I want to be a Pastor, to be a Real Estate Investor, a Photographer, a world traveler, a missionary, and so much more.
When I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that all of these things are just passions, just things that I love, and I realized that the truest and deepest desire of my heart is love.

Tim McGraw, a renowned Country music singer and song writer, write this verse:
“I’m sittin’ here with my kids and my wife, and everything I hold dear in my life,
        We say grace, and thank the Lord, got so much to be thankful for.
        Then it’s up the stairs and off to bed, and my little girl says,
        I haven’t had my story yet,
Everything weighn’ on my heart disappears, just like that,
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
‘I love you dad’
I don’t know why they say grown men don’t cry.”

I want to be the kind of man whose children love him, whose wife cherishes him, and who is not afraid to cry.

I want to be the kind of leader who has followers, the kind of teacher who has students, the kind of artist whose work is admired, because of love.

I want to be the kind of man who loves God with all his heart all his soul and all of his mind.
The deepest desire of my heart and my real dream look like this: on that final day when I meet Jesus the first words I want to hear are, “Well done, my good and faithful servant!!”

Let Us Win The Nations

Hands clasp.
Arms wrap.
Hearts gather in communal celebration.

Heads bow.
Knees fall.
Hearts lay prostrate in humble admiration.

Bibles open.
Words Spoken.
Hearts listen in hungry anticipation.

Throats tighten.
Tears well.
Hearts cry out in shameful realization.

Decisions made.
Lives change.
Hearts go out and win the nations.

Tomorrow

It’s a bizarre winter day for the Midwest; the bleak cold broke for most of the afternoon, giving way to a very summer like sixty degree breeze. The warm sunshine outside calls out in its silent voice playfully asking me to come enjoy the sultry rays of a day soon to be lost in the darkness of winter once more. Sadly I must ignore the tacit invitation for I am not free of my windowed cell until six o’clock that evening, the bitter cold will have returned by then. So, I allow my mind to wander to many far distant places where sunshine and warmth never have an end. Where cold unfeeling winds have no place to call home. A day comes, traveling slower that I would like, whose arrival ushers in a new direction for my life. A path that will leave the lingering solitude of a life lived in singleness and overrun by hours worked in pursuit of a paycheck behind. I look forward with anticipation to that fork in the road, but I must keep a grateful heart now. I cannot live my life constantly waiting for tomorrow.