When God Calls You Names

A traumatic breakdown and a job resignation followed by a diagnosis of beyond-stage-four cancer. A daughter close to death from a methamphetamine and heroin addiction. My life swerved sideways and tumbled into rapid somersaults before eventually emerging mostly right side up, again.I could have walked away from the trauma and wreckage, relieved to be alive and never saying a word about what happened. I could have secretly been relieved that I hit the lottery of miracles and then hoarded the riches all to myself. I could have pretended that I never felt an ounce of guilt or shame. I could have excused it away as just a momentary loss of control and pretended I had resumed my life, unscathed.But I've come to believe our lives are meant to be poured out for others. And not in some haphazard splash and spill, but as a life giving drink offering for those who thirst for hope. This is the call of a warrior-- to find our way through the battles and to light the way for those in need of hope, freedom and breakthrough. Read more