I just want to walk on water…
Is that so much to ask?

Just to put my feet where He tells me, (even if it seems like is thin air) and then keep my eyes on His face, and march.


Boisterous waves notwithstanding.


It is the trusting and obedient that go impossible places and accomplish impossible things.


Not because they can. 
Because He will.

God has been faithful. Once again His grace has proven to be all we need…
And He has taught us to sing a deeper song of thanks through the last week.
So to all those who have prayed for, encouraged and supported us through this venture… A hundred times Thank You.

The real work has only now begun… And just hours after the last track was bounced out to rough mix 1.0 (to signal the beginning of listening, editing, tuning, re-mixing, tweaking, re-listening, re-listening, re-listening and re-listening,) half of my office/studio got packed in boxes for a two week jaunt to Oklahoma (where I am cumbersomely typing this post.)
So, the "behind the scenes" clips will be a bit delayed until I can access real internet. 🙂 But I will post them, notwithstanding rough audio…..

Whatever is worthy is God's gift.
Thanks to you…

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“You like flying through the air like that?”


That’s my dad. A calm, cool, collected guy, a brilliant physician, logical thinker, loving father, world-class leader, and my hero.


But he wasn’t sure about this.


“Oh,” said I, “That’s ultimate freedom…”


He just squinted his eyes and shook his head and laughed. I love that look…

Skiing from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.

From adult Sabbath School this morning: 


“We are on this earth for a purpose.
And that purpose is God.”

Even on the happiest of days (yesterday included) there is a sense I cannot shake off. A part of my heart always throbs for the hurting world… A part of my life is always in tears for friends who are dying self-inflicted spiritual deaths. A part of my soul is always praying, pleading for the morning…

I hate the powers of darkness.
I loathe the forces of evil that push beautiful faces into the mud over and over again until they suffocate.

A part of me cannot, will not be happy until we are all safe at Home at last…

Last night was no exception. After a day loaded with blessings, I dropped in bed to claw through a block wall with my fingernails. And then I read a friend’s blogpost.

Go read it. I couldn’t write it nearly as well.