Now Accepting Applications – 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive


Ready to go deeper?

We are now accepting applications for the 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive.

Click here for details on the event and to find out how to apply.

Click here for an introduction to the message of Become Good Soil and to find out more.

Here’s what one alumni said about the Intensive:

Wild at Heart Advanced Boot Camp gave me a deeper understanding of my internal and external world and began to equip me to hear and walk with God more intimately.

Wild at Heart Advanced Boot Camp is glorious and deep.

And then there is the Become Good Soil Intensive.

This is a whole different animal.

For the young man who has tasted and seen that the Lord is good and is inclined to believe that he will not be satisfied with anything less than the narrow pilgrim way, this is the wake-up call. This is where young men, created for high Kingdom purposes, can be snatched from the fast current of worldliness before being taken over the falls. All men can be rescued and healed up after the tumble, but how much better to exit the floodwaters before being dashed on the rocks? “There is a way that seems right to man, but in the end it leads to death.” (Proverbs 14:12) Many a good man has been killed simply following his good intentions. BGS Intensive is RH’s way of standing at the fork in the road where young men must choose which master they will serve. Intensive is an “in-your-face” invitation to live a life such as has been lived by very few men in world history. Morgan Snyder, with his closest kings and allies, deftly leads a journey to rediscover and celebrate the ancient path, a path Morgan and his allies personally run, walk, crawl, or bike on daily. It is an invitation such as was given to the rich young ruler: “One thing you lack. Go back and sell all that you own and come be My disciple.” The BGS Intensive’s content can be a hard pill to swallow, but the Father’s invitation is as clear and powerful as the ocean, whose waves are begging to be ridden by those with the brass to do it. It is God’s invitation to launch all on Him and trust you will end up on the shore again, alive, but not without bruises and blood.

God came for me, as a Father, as a Counselor, and as a King through the Intensive. If I apply what God revealed to me over these four holy days, there is not a field in my life that will not bear fruit, and mine will be a life that cannot be understood by the world, but also cannot be ignored. I am convinced this is possible…IF I will choose the narrow way, more clearly illuminated by the Become Good Soil Intensive than anything I have ever experienced before.  –Jay


Laying Roof Shingles in a G-string


Disclaimer: is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation.  My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely.  If that’s not you, I welcome you to enjoy, drink deeply, and invite God to bring nourishment to your heart. But be mindful that some of the topics, language, etc., might not sit well with you; in fact, they might be offensive.  I trust you and your walk with God to sort that all out.

Let’s face it: Our culture is fixated on the boobies.

Okay, it’s nothing new. From petroglyphs and neolithic pictures to the art of the Renaissance and the paintings of the 20th century, you don’t have to look far to see the perennial celebration of women’s breasts.

But is it just me, or is the incessant focus on boobs growing (no pun intended)?

Look no further than recent trends in plastic surgery:

The annual number of surgical breast augmentations has tripled in less than a decade. (1)

Similarly, the number of breast lifts performed annually has increased by 70 percent in slightly more than a decade. (2)

Our culture’s devotion to breasts expresses itself in different ways. What other kind of cancer has most major league sports dedicating uniforms, schwag, and weeks of screen time to the hot pink of breast cancer awareness?  I haven’t seen an NFL team lately wearing dark blue ribbons supporting the end of colon cancer. Colon cancer kills 67 percent more women than breast cancer, yet only 5 percent of the resources are spent on awareness-building, compared to campaigns to save the boobies… (4)  Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any “Save the Assholes” t-shirts during the Bronco games.  Or maybe an even better one:

“Don’t be an asshole—save one!”

And of course we see our responsiveness to the female breast abounding in marketing. Let’s face it: boobs sell stuff. You can slap a set of boobs on anything and it sells more.

Literally today I went to the mailbox and found a set of coupons featuring mostly very robust sets of breasts selling everything from new vehicles to real estate to roofing services.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of the last time I saw a woman in a G-string laying down roof shingles in the summer heat of our suburban neighborhood.

And it’s not just men.

It seems women are equally engrossed in the idea of the perfect robust breasts. Additionally, the fascination among women on bigger, better, perkier boobs often seems to target the perception of other women as much as augment their attractiveness in the eyes of men.

Is our attraction to bounteous, brimming cleavage merely superficial, merely the objectification of women in a misogynistic culture? Surely not. I’d guess that most of us interpret our enthrallment, however crookedly we express it, as rooted in the depths of our sexuality and the pleasure and transcendence of romantic love. Were we to peel back the layers, surely we would find in the hearts of men the sacred reaching to experience Eve’s beauty inspiring our heroic strength on behalf of love and intimacy.

But what if there is an even deeper Reality at play as well, a reaching perhaps even more fundamental?

What if the ache and longing hidden in this reality is a reaching for mother?

Okay. I know some of you might have just gagged, but stay with me for a moment.

Consider the following paragraph written by Diane Ackerman and quoted in the book Sabbath by Dan Allender:

But for a baby in the womb, the mother’s heartbeat performs the ultimate cradlesong of peace and plenty; the surf-like waves of her respiration lull and soothe. The womb is a snug, familiar landscape, an envelope of rhythmic warmth, and the mother’s heartbeat a steady clarion of safety. 

Dan goes on to connect our experience in the womb with what might be available in our relationship with God:

I don’t recall being in the womb, but I have never considered the peace of that home as deeply and richly until I read (Ackerman’s) sea-rhythm, heart-cadence, warm-lullaby words. I am mesmerized by the question: ‘Is that what I felt?’ I cannot know, but I can say that I want what Ackerman pens to be an experience of being so near to God that I can hear the cradlesong of God’s heart, the lapping resonance of her breathing, and the holding ground of her skin surrounding me in divine safety and warmth.  To disparage sensuousness is to stand at arm’s length from the incarnation, allowing it to be objective and abstract. 

Perhaps the oneness, pleasure, and satiation of the womb wasn’t meant to stop suddenly at birth.  What if the wonder of lactation and nursing continued to provide total sufficiency and nourishing pleasure?

And in nursing, a mother offers more than food. She offers perfect nourishment in the context of proximity, warmth, pleasure, and rest. Being at the breast was meant to be a saving experience, filling us like a river overflowing its banks and providing such restful, nourishing pleasure that we receive bodily this revelation of the nature of a God-centered reality: all is deeply and securely well.

Calling out for Mother

In her book Becoming Myself, Stasi Eldredge suggests this:

There is a word called out more than any other on the great battlefields of history. When the fighting is done and the soldiers lay on the fields dying, one word is universally called out.  Mother.

“I heard somewhere,” Jeff said, “that soldiers dying on the battlefield cry out for their mothers. People walking through the carnage at Normandy heard grown men calling out ‘Mommy!'” He shook his head. “Calling not for their girlfriends or wives, but for their mothers.”

Decades later, Normandy survivors attest to still hearing such cries. As emotional D-Day veteran Frank Devito noted in a 2014 interview with Tom Brokaw commemorating the 70th anniversary of the Normandy invasion,

“You know there’s a fallacy that people believe about when a man is dying. They don’t ask for God. The last word they say before they die is ‘Momma.’”(5)

What if this deep, soulful reach for mother is also a reaching for God—as Mother? What if God intends not only to father us, but to mother us as well?

A father was meant to bestow identity and validation, to answer that deep question, “Do I have what it takes?” Our father’s “yes” was meant to help us know who we are and to have the confidence that we have what it takes. In turn, that allows us to risk on behalf of love. The love and validation of a father assures us that we are the real deal.

Yet a mother bestows something even more requisite, for she bestows the essential foundation upon which such identity and validation can land.

A mother bestows self-worth.

And she bestows pleasure and wellness.

She is intended to answer the question more resoundingly than any other voice:

You are worthy of love and belonging simply because you exist.

Her love, beauty, strength, and tenderness are meant to communicate, “You will be cared for and nourished joyfully until you gain such robust well-being that streams of living water pour out from you in every direction.”

Together, the masculine and feminine were intended to confide the inexpressible: a gender-full God who is more than we could ask for or imagine (Ephesians 3).

Consider El Shaddai, one of the Hebrew names of God that first appears in Genesis 17:1 in the context of God’s self-revelation to Abram.

“When Abram was ninety-nine years old, GOD showed up and said to him, “I am El Shaddai; live entirely before me, live to the hilt! I’ll make a covenant between us and I’ll give you a huge family” (Genesis 17:1, MSG).

Though the name “El Shaddai” most often appears in our English translations as Almighty God, many translators suggest a more accurate translation would be “The All-Sufficient One” or, literally, “The Breasted One,” stemming from the Hebrew word “shad” which is invariably used in Scripture to mean breast. In fact, commentator and scholar Cyrus Scofield describes the mis-rendering of this name for God as truly “regrettable.” In substituting the name “Almighty God” for “The Breasted One,”  we lose the deep significance of God revealing Himself as the Source of the pleasure, security, rest, peace, and nourishment that robust femininity was meant to provide. Scofield goes on to say, “As a fretful, unsatisfied babe is not only strengthened and nourished from the mother’s breast, but also is quieted, rested, satisfied, so El Shaddai is that name of God which sets Him forth as the Strength-giver and Satisfier of His people.”

The very same Hebrew name for God appears again in Psalm 91 as King David beckons us to find refuge tucked safely at the breast of God.

Then, at the close of Isaiah, we catch a glimpse of the vigorous well-being that is the fruit of God’s mothering His people through His redemptive work. Here Isaiah describes both the maternal qualities of Jerusalem, a picture of redeemed humanity, and of God Himself. To the people of God, Isaiah writes:

You newborns can satisfy yourselves

    at her nurturing breasts.

Yes, delight yourselves and drink your fill

    at her ample bosom.

I’ll pour robust well-being into her like a river,

    the glory of nations like a river in flood.

You’ll nurse at her breasts,

    nestle in her bosom,

    and be bounced on her knees.

As a mother comforts her child,

    so I’ll comfort you.

    You will be comforted in Jerusalem.

                                          (Isaiah 66: 11-13, MSG)

Even as we bask in such images of delight and proximity and overflowing nourishment, we might ask what would be the result of this kind of generous and ample mothering? In the subsequent verse, Isaiah gives us a glimpse:

Then you will burst for joy and feel ten feet tall (Isaiah 66:14).

What would that be like?

What would it look like for you to burst with joy and feel 10 feet tall?

What would it look like to invite God to mother you?  To cultivate an intimate heart knowledge of God as mother?  To receive the overflowing abundance of her life until you are fully satisfied?

Here’s one reason why this is so important for us to grasp:

We simply cannot be fully integrated as humans until we have invited God’s mothering of the orphaned, malnourished, and disquieted places in our soul.

Few men ever come to know what it is to have been mothered in the ways our souls were intended.  And the impact is devastating.  It wreaks havoc in many of our relationships, but most significantly in our relationships with God and with the women we long to pursue.

What have you done with the category of mother?

What is your story as it relates to being comforted and nourished? What have you known or not known of being provided a warm, safe place where you are fully protected, fully accepted, and fully satisfied? Where have you known what it is to be loved and cherished because of the simple fact that you exist?

What was the answer to your soul as a little boy: Will I have enough?

Where have you taken the ache and longing for relief and comfort?  To feel fully satisfied?

What have you attached it to? Where have you killed it, medicated it, or fed it with something that won’t produce life?

How deeply does your soul believe you are worthy of love and belonging?

Hidden in our desire for such satiation and nourishing pleasure is the proof that we come from a people who are made for it and the guarantee that there must be a holy and glorious way to find its fulfillment.

I believe it was GK Chesterton who once said,

Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.

What if the reaching of women to have great boobs is actually a reach to feel that they are truly life givers—and to inhabit a body that could provide life-giving, life-saving nourishment to the world?

What if the reaching of men for the perfect breast is a mythic reach for the nourishing, pleasuring, all-sufficient provision of God?

If God were offering to mother you in ways beyond your wildest dreams and exceeding your secret hopes, would you take Him up on the offer?

Have the desire and courage to explore this deeper?







#015: Getting Naked – Styles of Relating (Part 2 of 2) [Podcast]


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It was Dallas Willard, in The Divine Conspiracy, who suggested,

Jesus’ enduring relevance is based on his historically proven ability to speak, to heal, and empower the individual human condition. He matters because of what He brought and what He still brings to ORDINARY human beings, living ordinary lives and coping in their daily surroundings. He promises wholeness for their lives. In sharing our weakness He gives us strength and imparts through His companionship a life that has the quality of eternity.

In this second podcast of a two-part series on the Predominant Styles of Relating, we begin by taking a deeper look at how Jesus moves fluidly with both authority and love in all three styles, not out of habitual reaction but rather divine response.  We then move straight into honest application as Alex, JD, and I host a raw dialogue that is both painful and hopeful.

If you haven’t yet listened to Part One, start there.

Both podcast reference exercises. Click here to access those.

Take the time. Do the work.  It’ll bring more and more life for you and those you love.

Jesus, I long to have a life that, like Yours, cultivates a “quality of eternity.” I ask that You would increase my awareness of what it is like to relate to me.  What is my effect on people?  What is my impact?  What are You revealing?  I am asking for Your supernatural revelation and insight. I give You permission and access. Lead me into the deep waters. I want more. Amen.


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The Tried and True Road



Midway along my life’s journey

I woke to find myself in a dark wood,

the right road lost.

For I had wandered off from the straight path.

How hard it is to tell what it was like,

this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn

(the thought of it brings back all my old fears),

a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer.

But if I would show the good that came of it

I must talk about things other than the good.


It was over a decade ago that I found these words to be true in the deep wilderness of my interior life.  I woke to find myself seemingly lost, alone, disoriented, and very, very afraid.

This blog and all things Become Good Soil were birthed out of the agony of that season and the ecstasy of subsequent moments when Heaven made its way to earth and I slowly began the process of inviting God to restore my (afflicted) soul.

Little did I know the accuracy of Louis L’Amour’s words:

There will be a time when you believe everything is finished.  That will be the beginning.

What appeared to be a dead end became a doorway into the most adventurous, risky, and rewarding decade of my life.

My heart exploded in desperate pleas for God to make sense of my life, followed by weeks of no response.  And then… He came. Not as I expected, but He came.

In His brilliance, He led me to the feet of older, wiser men.  Men who had found and taken the ancient road that God announces through Jeremiah:

Stand at the crossroads and look.

Ask for the ancient paths;

the tried and true road.

Then take it.

And you will find rest for your souls. (Jeremiah 6:16)


Their counsel became food for my ravenous soul.

Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years.

And over time, these older men marked out for me this new yet ancient way.

A narrow way.

A Kingdom way.

And in those disorienting, dark woods of the middle chapters of my masculine journey, I found my way home.

I became a son, and then received the promise of an ever-deepening experience of sonship.

And I began in earnest my training to one day become the kind of man whose heart has been so thoroughly transformed by the Love of God that he is the kind of king to whom God can entrust His Kingdom.

Years into my journey and training, a like-hearted ally lovingly prodded me to invite several peers who were also thirsting for sonship, training, and wholeness to Bart’s Globe and Anchor Ranch, to join me in soaking in the counsel of these older men and all that God had been revealing.

We sat under the leadership of wise and harnessed kings and rare and loving sages.  We told stories, our stories. We fought for each others’ hearts. We laughed and we cried. We drank really good beers and smoked remarkable cigars, the smoke of which seemed to carry up into the Heavens the deep cry of our hearts to be made ever more whole.

God came.  So deeply did He come that we committed to a similar gathering again a year later.

And again. And again.

Over time, that initial gathering aged like a rich and remarkable single-malt Scotch and became what we know today as the Become Good Soil Intensive.

After six years of annual Intensives, we sensed the Spirit’s leading to turn on the video cameras and hit record on the audio system.

“More men need to experience this.”

So we did it.



I took a risk of putting it out there with this hope:

That men—and the women who love them—who find themselves at a similar crossroads in the dark woods of this sometimes excruciatingly holy decade of life would know this:

You are not alone.

There are other men who want what you want.

And who have to fight through the same shit to get it.

The offer is life.

And it is available.

If you’ve enjoyed this blog and any of the resources through Become Good Soil, we believe you are going to benefit deeply from the Collection.


It’s our hope that this resource provides you an onramp to come along with us.

Our mission is to offer you ongoing training in how to receive sonship, choose the narrow road, and become the kind of man to whom God can entrust His Kingdom.

And as a thank you to all the readers of Become Good Soil, we’re offering the Intensive Box Collection at half price through November 3rd.

It includes a thumb drive with all of the Intensive sessions, both in audio and video formats.  And it also includes a custom engraved Kershaw folding knife.

Grab one for yourself to go deeper. And grab a second as a gift for an ally with whom the Father is leading you to share more of this adventure.  Take the videos and risk inviting some men in to share the experience.

This path is for the few.  It has always been. And it always will be.

It isn’t cheap.

It isn’t easy.

It isn’t quick.

But it’s worth the cost.

And the fruit will be life as it was meant to be, for you and for those you hold most dear.



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BGS Knife


#014: Getting Naked – Styles of Relating (Part 1 of 2) [Podcast]


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How we relate with other people is one of the greatest indicators of our spiritual maturity.

This was the counsel offered by an older, wiser man years ago as he helped untie the knots in my rope and my marriage.

One tough conversation began the beautiful and life-changing process of understanding how our predominant style of relating shapes all the relationship in our lives.

God is after the wholehearted integration of a person.

This podcast is part one of a two-part series where we take some risks and offer our vulnerability with the hope of partnering with Jesus in both His disruption and His enticing us into an ever more wholehearted integration of our souls.

After listening, click here to find the exercises referenced in this podcast.

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Joshua and Dad First Hunt

The moonlight cascading into our bedroom oriented me to the fact that it was the middle of the night. I was roused out of a deep sleep to find my 10-year-old son at our bedside.

“Dad, will you pray for me? I’m not doing well.”

A pulse of adrenaline shot through my body and increased my alertness. Our little Abigail is quite susceptible to night terrors, but our bear cub, Joshua, typically sleeps like a rock.

As we made our way into his bunk bed, I could see he was shaken up and given over to fear. Before we could talk, I began to pray, commanding the authority of Jesus once again over his bedroom, his body, soul, and spirit. We brought the Kingdom of God afresh into his heart and mind and ordered warring angels to set a perimeter around his room. Only after that was I able to ask the all-important question: “Joshua, what’s going on?”

He proceeded to tell me he’d had a dream that he was at a birthday party. They were forced to do drugs. And the police came and made them run down the street as a test to see if they were using drugs. And when he went to run, he was too slow so they arrested him.

I was caught off guard.  Police?! Drugs?! Where is this coming from?!?!

While leading them on the path of maturing, we’ve worked diligently to preserve childhood and protect the innocence of our kids as deeply as possible. I wasn’t ready for this.

Instead of reacting (which I do far too often), I sensed we needed God’s interpretation on all of this rather than my feeble attempts.

“Holy Spirit, we need your interpretation. What is this about?”

After a linger pause Joshua said, “Dad, it’s about gym class.”

“Tell me more, son.”

“We ran the mile at school yesterday. I was almost the slowest in class. I got beat by most of the girls. I had to walk part of the way. I feel really sad. I feel shame.”

“Son, what is the enemy trying to whisper in your ear through this dream?”

“I am slow and I am weak.”

Of course.

My son has been bestowed with many great and powerful gifts. But sheer speed over distance at this point isn’t one of them. He’s built like a lineman, towering over most kids in his grade. They call him the “man of the classroom,” as he comes through for his teacher in many ways; he even stands an inch taller than his teacher. But the timed mile isn’t where he’s at his best. And the enemy found an entry point to bring his case against the image of God in my son.

Had I simply reacted out of my own concerns and not asked God, I would’ve missed this entirely. This had nothing to do with drugs or police. It was merely a context for the accusation of the enemy against my son’s strength and his identity as a growing boy.

I find a great temptation to race into these moments with encouragement and affirmation. While those have their purpose and place, I’m learning that a boy needs more than inspiration. He needs the power and the presence of the Kingdom of God at work on his behalf.

He needs access.

Joshua and Power Tools

Thanks to being a student of older wiser men for years, we’ve done our best to model for our kids how to pray against the enemy’s schemes and to bring the Kingdom of God. But over this past year, Joshua has officially made his transition into a new decade of life: Manscouts—the Father’s quest to lead him from boyhood to manhood.

And with this has come a critical shift in our prayer.

It’s his turn.

“Joshua, let’s ask God to reveal the agreements with lies the enemy is trying to get you to make.”

“You are a good Father. We are your sons. We trust you love us. So, Holy Spirit, reveal to Joshua the agreements the enemy is after.”

A wonder pause ensued, and then a remarkably natural response:

“Dad, I am weak, and I am slow.”

“Okay, now it’s time to break those agreements, son. I’ll start you through it, but this time, I want YOU to pray it, own it, for yourself.”

“Father, I break the agreement that I am weak.
I break the agreement that I am slow.
These are lies from the enemy. They are not true.
I reject these lies in the authority of Jesus. I agree with the truth. I invite you into my heart in these places.
I receive your life, your healing, and your love. Amen.”

His countenance began to change right before my eyes.

Peace and joy and strength was flowing back into his body and soul like a swelling tide.

“Joshua, I think the Father has some words for you, some truth He might want to speak directly into this place. Let’s pause together and listen. Father, what is it you want to say to your son in this place?”

Joshua turned to me with confidence beyond his years and shared with what He sensed the Father was speaking to his heart:

Be strong.
Reject fear.
Choose life.

I was blown away.

You see, these are precarious waters for me to enter. This parenting thing is all frontier. Most of the time I feel way out on a limb. And I grew up with my own monumental struggle with my body. As a young boy, I was significantly overweight. And shame filled my heart and fueled a 30-year battle with self-hatred. I too was the slow kid in gym class. Catcher in baseball, goalie in soccer, bench in basketball.  The only rational place for a kid my size.  My most defining childhood wound came at the hands of a cruel gym teacher. The internal geography of much of my childhood was defined by fear and shame, particularly in this place of struggle over my body and my physical weakness. The accusations of the enemy against me, the agreements I made, and the vows born out of those agreements shaped most decisions I made for decades.

My battle with this agreement lasted over 30 years.

The same battle for my son lasted ten minutes!

You see, our kids will one day outgrow their need for us as parents in very practical ways. But they will never outgrow their need for God.

There comes a transition we must make in shepherding their hearts that moves from modeling Kingdom living to providing them access to the full resources of God’s heart and His Kingdom for themselves.

Joshua bounded out of bed the next morning with a newfound confidence. The Spirit led me to write the words He had spoken to Joshua on a sticky note under his top bunk bed so they’d be the last thing he saw every night going to bed and the first thing that greeted him when he rose. I tucked a copy of them in his lunch box to remind him as he headed off for whatever adventure and battle might be waiting for him at school.


A few months later came another attempt at “the mile” at school. Joshua had put words to his desires for this next test: his goal was to not walk at all and to break the 10-minute mark with his time. With his desire and initiative leading us, we set to training. For two months, I watched the sheer courage of this big bear cub lumbering around our street side by side with mom, sister, and me. It was clear that his courage and perseverance to move directly into his greatest fear was being fueled by the love and intervention of our Father. I reflected on the contrast to myself at his age: I threw myself into fitness too at that age, but from an altogether opposing motive. The agreement “I am weak” drove me to anorexia and compulsive running. I watched in awe as my son was compelled by wholeness instead of shame.

The day finally came. I was completely distracted at work as I kept praying and praying for him with hopes that God would tend to his ever impressionable young heart. I asked my closest peers to stand with me in prayer against Joshua’s enemies and to fight for this budding Kingdom strength being formed in his heart.

I raced home after work to ask the risky question. “Son, how’d it go?”

He smiled ear to ear and raised his arm to show me big numbers the gym teacher had written on his arm in Sharpie. “Dad, I ran the whole thing!”

He stood there, looking 10 feet tall, proudly showing me his time he had written on his arm.


Mile Time

The gym teacher had tracked Cherie down after school that afternoon and told her Joshua was an inspiration and a joy. She had tears in her eyes at how inspired she was to see his character being formed and his determination to do the best he could.

Parenting is beyond human wisdom. I feel like I fly it into the side of a mountain far too often. We need to be parented as much as our children do. God is making Himself available to Father us and Mother us in places deep within our hearts and souls that need an upgrade of what He is truly like and who we are to Him.

The enemy has tried to mask these resources available to us all from a Mother and Father in Heaven who is available and deeply vested in the maturing of our hearts and the integration of our souls more and more with every passing day.

The Sacred Scriptures say in Isaiah that, as we receive mothering by God, the effect will be that we will burst with joy and feel 10 feet tall (Isaiah 66, The Message).

I saw it in my son. And I want more.
For him.
For me.
For you.
For your children.

The greatest treasure we can ever give our kids is their own personal access to God’s heart and God’s Kingdom.

Ask the Father to lead you from modeling the Kingdom to giving them access.

It’s their turn.

They will soon stand on our shoulders.

“And all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.” –Julian of Norwich

End Notes

Some related parenting posts:

Impossible Possible

Be There

The Question Every Daughter is Asking

Conservation of Energy

Kingdom Carpool – More Than a Minivan

Cultivating a Culture of Questions

Best Books for Boys

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