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I love to be inspired. That soaring feeling inside when something beautiful or powerful or unthinkable awakens my soul to life, just a little bit more. Whether it’s a Sunday sermon, a heart-piercing melody or a book about fighting injustice, inspiration is like wind that pulls the kite higher and higher.

Four years ago, our 20-year-old daughter sat my wife and I down and told us that she didn’t believe in God and that she was gay. We were heartbroken. After years of raising her in the ways of the Lord, she was choosing to reject the way of Christ. Since then, it’s been a constant journey of prayer, discernment, grace, and love as we figure out how to relate to our daughter. One of the things God has done in us is, direct our prayers.

If you haven’t picked up on it yet from my history of posts here, I am what many would call a religious conservative. To quickly deescalate the trigger my previous sentence may have caused, definitions are so important. First, my conservative status has nothing to do with politics. If you want to know my political leanings on various issues, you would need to ask me issue by issue.

In a recent post, we celebrated the Fountain of Living Water. It is a beautiful picture of our satisfied, joy-filled life in Jesus as we drink from His eternally thirst-quenching, always abundantly flowing, cascade of spiritual sustenance. We are reminded that when we experience discontent, a lack of joy, anxiety, a troubled heart, when we grow faint and weary, or when we are tempted to seek our own satisfaction in any other source – in those moments, it is not as though the Fountain has run dry.

To end several posts delighting in the Word, a poem based on Psalm 19:7-11.