A warm welcome to you! Thank you for stopping by. As you read through my pages, I believe you will find that I am just like you—a woman who loves the Lord and cherishes His grace. And, like you, I sometimes grow weary from the journey. I have experienced many difficult places in my life—a brother’s suicide, my mom’s young death, cancer, a prodigal child, extensive unemployment. There have been times when I thought I couldn’t go on. But, God…don’t you love that? But God carried me through and opened my eyes to see Him in my midst. He opened my ears to hear His sweet whispers of love.
Take hope in the knowledge that you are cherished by the One who made you—you are sheltered in the shadow of His wing, close to His heart. It is my prayer that as we get to know one another you, too, will see beyond the veil and will learn to say, “Even so, I walk in the Presence of the Lord”
I walked along our country road thinking about the breath of God. Ruach. Beside me, fallen leaves rustled and swirled around in a gentle breeze that escorted me on my path. I watched and listened as I kept up my pace, thankful for the cooling of the breeze, pondering the movement of the leaves that seemingly came alive, yet in reality were dead.
The leaves had fallen — a sure sign of an early fall.
Their color was gone now. They were dry and brittle.
And yet they danced in the wind — moved by the powerful breath of God. Ruach.
Lord, Your ways are not my ways, Your thoughts not my thoughts. You alone are God and I trust You, I depend on You, and I find my hope in You alone.
Bless You, Lord.
Many are the afflictions of Your children. Many are frightened, overwhelmed. Many are angry, risking bitterness of heart …
Bless her heart. She was a haggard little thing. Feathers were askew, falling out, barely hanging on. Molting? Maybe. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is how she spoke to me this morning.
There’s a birdfeeder right by my window beside the couch where I enjoy my quiet time in the mornings. From this vantage point I can watch the world awaken with its dawning light, its mist lifting over the creek, and listen to the birdsong.
It was birdsong that drew my attention to the tiny haggard wren — she was bursting with song!
Lord, You are the light of the world. In You there is no darkness. Your Word is a lamp to our feet lighting our way. You promise when we follow in Your footsteps we will not walk in darkness.
So why do I get tripped up trying to follow You? More than anything, I desire to obey You in all things, to magnify Your Name. I desire to be the hands and feet of Jesus in a hurting world.
But some days I’m filled with uncertainty about the steps I’m taking — the direction I’m heading
Curled up on the couch, I watched the sun rise over the ridge. Fresh, cool air streamed in through the open window awakening my senses, drawing my attention to the One who loves me.
I cradled my coffee cup and sipped from its warm goodness and became still, quieted in my spirit, lost in my thoughts.
Stirring deep in my spirit came a song, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, help me stand. I am tired, I am weak, I am worn … “
Lord, great is Your mercy. Your compassion soothes me, Your longsuffering gives me hope to overcome the difficult places.
These are truths that I stand by and believe upon, but my spirit is gripped by something that has paralyzed me. Courage to move forward seeps through the broken places. Determination to do that which I know to do, gathers dust on a hidden shelf in my heart.
The evening sky burned with the fiery orange of a setting sun, its consuming fire melting away the day. Colors were intense. Brilliant. Ablaze. It was difficult to look away as this majestic sight drew me into its glory.
I thought about the Lord.
In Scripture He is often referred to as a consuming fire (Hebrews 12:29); His glory also described as such.
O Lord my God, how can You love me so? You are holy, perfect, magnificent and I … I am a sinner. Your sanctification is at work in me — and I’m thankful — but I still fall short on so many levels. Some days I don’t feel worthy of such remarkable love.
Yet You say I am worthy — I am Your child. Your Beloved. Your Special Treasure.
How is it that You see me like this rather than the imperfect woman that I am?
My spirit awakened within me as I read these words from My Utmost for His Highest. I read them over and over. Slowly. With great concentration. I didn’t want to miss what God wanted to show me.
The air had been still as I sat on my porch, even though I knew storms were brewing from the west. But as I considered the wisdom of Oswald Chambers, a soft gentle breeze began to blow, stirring the air ahead of the storm.
I sat quietly before the Lord and considered His ways.