My desire in life is to not write what the itching ears want to hear. My goal is to write the truth. I do not want to steer anyone away from God's truth through either verbal or written word. My thoughts wrap around how easily words are miscontrued in today's society.
I was alone that day and it struck me—the conviction to drop to my knees, cry out to the Lord, and repent. I spilled every ounce of anguish and sin from my heart. I cried out for favor and forgiveness. As I repented, I felt his presence. Our relationship grew from that very moment.
I talked about how I know this as a succinct distraction from Satan. A deflection from the enemy. A deviation from a focus on God, instead it is an (idolization) on COVID-19.
Author C.S. Lewis said, “God speaks to our hearts through His Holy Spirit in an audible but compelling way.” Yes, this is beautiful, thank you, Father, for loving us as your children!
Social media screams out overt judgment on wrinkles. If you are an older woman with wrinkles, you must smoke or imbibe in alcohol on the heavy side. Right? Or, you could be eating the wrong diet, or perhaps you don’t use the latest and best anti-aging cream. Lord forbid, you have wrinkles!
Seek, Knock, Believe, and Find. When we pray, we must first believe. If we don't believe, our prayers may not be answered. I always knew this. But, as I spiritually grew this year (thank goodness we continue to strengthen and grow), I really learned to know this. Praying in faith.
The live masterpiece over my head grabbed my eyes. This wasn't a small portrait, this was big. This was the Texan sky in motion, arranging the clouds, the stars—painted by the moon. The lower gulf clouds whisked onwards as if they were ordered to march to the horizon. Above the fleeting wisps hung a massive … Continue reading Father, Can I Sit on the Cloud and Talk with You?
I crave the moments when I hear God speaking to me. When the times arrive, they come on a whisper. Unexpected. The message greets me not in my perception of when and how. Only in His time and place. His only. As if He has tapped me on the shoulder. "I am here. Listen." Yet, … Continue reading Have Patience, My Daughter
I have had something on my mind. I find myself wanting to take a piece of what I believe and give it to someone who does not believe, so they will know. It pulls and tugs at me. Of course, it isn't that easy. We cannot take it out and hand it over. We can … Continue reading He Walks with Me, He Talks with Me
They are a pair. They perch on the rooftop in blistering 103° Central Texas heat in a display of love, oblivious to their environment, which is often a jungle of noise (a plane, a car or truck whizzes by), strong breeze, and a neighborhood that man built. The sun comes up, the sun goes down. … Continue reading Lessons From the Birds