Over the weekend, my heart of prayer was full. As I hear requests, I collect burdens and store them in a secret place … until the time comes to be ever so still and seek My Lord: Listen, God! Please pay attention. Can You make sense of these ramblings, my groans and cries? King-God, I … Continue reading A Vision and an Assignment; will you join me?
As the sun peeked over the horizon, hope arose in me. This hope is like none other. It lives within me. It is the beating of my heart, the pulse of blood in my veins. It is the cleansing of all my stains. Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the … Continue reading Let Hope Arise
Good riddance, to you. you who seek to destroy joy, wreak havoc scream down dreams whisper untruths tantalize us to fantasize live large for ourselves or retreat in meekness you, who put yourself in the middle of marriages of friendships of God’s people of Our King’s kingdom. Remember, you have nothing, no hold no truth … Continue reading A Letter to the Enemy in the Middle
Remember Eve? How alone was she? Oh, she was created to be a mate to Adam. But could Adam hear the serpent’s slithery sales pitch? Ssssssso, did God really say? Sssssssee, you can be as wise as God … What we know from Scripture is that Eve listened to the serpent who addressed her. Adam … Continue reading Strength in Numbers
When your husband spends twelve hours a day paying attention to every little detail that flies into his radar … • That car going a little fast for conditions also has an expired tag. • Is this man who apparently just hit his wife in the jaw telling me the truth? • Skid marks at … Continue reading My Lost Keys, My Husband and God
Bring on, 49! Another birthday means the beginning of a new year. When you serve the God of the Impossible, there is no limit to what you will see, hear, and experience. I have laid fear to rest in its proper grave: Fear of what others think Fear of not belonging Fear of not being … Continue reading Bring on, 49!
Our Western culture “celebrates” BIG attention-seeking drama. The media has it down, right? Blasting widows fresh in their mourning. As a police wife, I see this image all too often. Each time I pray; each time my heart longs for the woman to experience the sacred in her husband’s passing. And social media? The more … Continue reading Summer Depression Part 2 of 2