Category: Daily Choices

Choosing to Turn from Anger

I almost killed my younger brother when I was 12. He was being mean to our sister, and when I stepped in, he said something—I don’t even remember what it was. But I lost it. I put my hands around his throat and squeezed…

Choosing to Let Myself Feel Hungry

It was hot and humid. Our family had just joined YWAM staff and purchased an old mobile home in East Texas. Within a couple weeks, the worn central air conditioner died. The repairman said it would take at least $1200 to replace it, yet…

Choosing to See What I Have Been Given

I am afflicted with a condition that I understand many men have. I often cannot see what is right in front of my face. The can of soup I’m looking for in the pantry mysteriously disappears when I go to retrieve it. I’m perplexed…

Choosing the Right Clothes

It happened one day on the school playground when I was in 5th grade. A girl who I thought was my friend suddenly called me a “blockhead.” As all the surrounding kids laughed, she went on shouting that my head was too big for…

Choosing to Recognize the Problem

I remember the first time I ever stole something. I was six or seven years old, and I walked out of a store with a candy bar in my pocket. When I didn’t get caught and nothing bad happened to me, I was surprised….

Choosing to Let Go

My stomach muscles tightened as I sat in the YWAM class and admitted to myself that I hated those kids. Before we joined Youth With A Mission (YWAM), I had taught English to middle schoolers at a California public school. My first three years…

Choosing Guidance God’s Way

I was sure I heard God’s voice. “Take your family to Romania.” It had been that clear in my mind as I prayed, and it was one of the outreach options for our YWAM training school. My wife had prayed and agreed, and we…

Choosing to Hear God on His Terms

As I pulled up to the stop light in a Dallas suburb, I mumbled, “Right, left or straight?” The word “right” lingered in my mind, so I made the turn. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel and every muscle in my body…

Choosing Love Over Fear

Some things terrify me! What if there’s no one I know in the dining room to sit with? That’s the haunting question for an introvert traveling to speak at other YWAM bases. I wish I didn’t feel that dread in the center of my…