Interesting angle yesterday as the sun was coming up: light came in and was on the clock I keep on my desk, so I captured this picture of it.  I bought this clock at a garage sale while a student at the University of Texas in Austin.  I got it in the spring of 1983 and we've toted it along in all of our moves since.  That was the spring I died, in the sense that I was approached by Jesus and confronted by Him whether if I would surrender my life.  Someone made comments recently about my laying down ZHOP, saying it must be better this way if I couldn't live without the prayer room.  That kind of thinking is so far away from the mechanism deployed in my mind that its not even the same kind of language.  My life has not been about my ambitions or personal accomplishments.  I have an ego like anyone else that at times wants recognition and even applause.  But I ask the Lord to help me keep it in check.  I want to be about obedience, and pleasing God.  Truth be told, I'm waiting for His assignment again.  Success will ultimately be seen as agreeing with Jesus and working with Him in whatever capacity He puts us in.

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh
And to the hill of frankincense.  - Song of Solomon 4:6