Christ in Me

Last Friday morning, August 16, I was listening to an Mp3 called, “ Becoming the Beloved,” by Graham Cooke. It is focused on the believer’s place in Christ as the Beloved of the Father. I have listened to it many times over the past months but this time I was really asking the Father what he wanted me to understand from it that I had not yet received. Immediately I saw, in my mind’s eye, a picture of the Father, seated on His throne, He raised His right hand and point his… Read More

Sidewalks and the Little One

The Little One stands in the middle of a sidewalk jammed with people; all in a hurry and bumping into her as if she weren’t there. Finding the next gate to unlock is proving quite the challenge. Who knew buildings could be so imposing or that this tiny purple flower at her feet could displace what had to be thousands of pounds of concrete to just pop up and bloom. The contrast between hard concrete sidewalks and buildings and the tiny fragile plant is striking. Such resilience this little flower has, how… Read More

Pregnant with a Promise

I find it ironic that I feel prompted by the Holy Spirit to write about waiting. Sometimes, it has felt like most of my life has been waiting. I am one of those people who has had social anxiety standing in line at the grocery store. Yes, I have had a few panic attacks there. It never pays off to switch lines either. Someone always has a price check. Recently, I found myself next in line behind someone with two overflowing carts at the local wholesale club. They opened another line calling… Read More

Opening the Lock Gates

Last Sunday morning as we were getting ready for church, the Lord called to mind a fun experience we had in France a few years ago. The trip was probably our best trip ever and we look forward to doing it again. The first week of our trip, we rented a canal boat that we piloted ourselves.  My husband received an intensive 10 minutes of instruction in piloting and they also mentioned that there would be more than 20 locks on our route but that most of them were “automated”. Well automated… Read More

A Little Visit…

That time of day already huh! Goodness would you drop that backpack already? Just leave it there at the bottom of the stairs, no need to lug it another inch. Your hunched shoulders tell me that thing weighs a ton. Now close your mouth you’ll catch flies, you act like you’ve never been here. Come on up to the porch, I have a pitcher and a glass there with your name on it. You still get the rocker that squeaks but you’ve sat in it enough to know it’s comfortable. What a… Read More

Baby Tigers

A couple months ago, I was on a flight from Texas to South Carolina, bringing my Dad back home with me for a visit.  We had booked the flights late and so we each had a middle seat about 10 rows apart.  Because my Dad is 88, I asked to pre-board with him. The agent asked for my boarding passes and said, let me see what I can do. Next thing I knew he had us seated together in a window and middle seat with the aisle open.  As it was a… Read More

I’m Good with Being a Toe

Intercession has become a large part of my life. A few years ago, I would have been afraid of“the intercessor type”. Those are weird people. Depressed people. Serious people. I have had enough seriousness and depression to fill a lake. This was not what I was looking for. But a couple of years ago, a friend gave me the tug, asking me to join in a group meeting at her house to pray for the church leadership. I love her, so I said yes. I had no idea what I was saying… Read More

A Gate

Quiet as a whisper and light as a feather she runs across leaves, bigger than she, darting from tree to tree. Little puffs of glowing particles flare and fade behind her leaving a temporary effervescent trail. Laughter bubbles up from the Little One tinkling like a tiny wind chime. Bare feet leave the tiniest imprint on the soft dark earth. The light of early morning is soft on her cheeks as she pauses to bask in the warmth. The Good One can always be found in sunlight because He is light. Conscious… Read More

Lemon Custard Pie

I am craving lemon custard pie with a big dollop of whipped cream, to the point that I can smell it and taste it melting in my mouth. No, I’m not pregnant.  Isn’t that the question everyone wants to ask when you crave something weird? We began this summer with a trip unlike any we had every taken before. A trip with two other families from church and a week long vacation to the beach… both firsts. Going into it, I was a little nervous. These are friends who I’m very familiar… Read More

The Gathering

A hush falls with an iridescent mist Soft yellow light can be seen in the distance Mesmerized I stand A hum of anticipation rolls over me Hum turns to a thrum in my veins – hot and tingly I close my eyes, taking in an intoxicating scent, perhaps vanilla mixed with rain I allow all my senses to soak this in I feel a soft beat in the soles of my feet Thump……..Thump…….. Thump…….. The beat is in perfect time with the breathless anticipation I feel Opening my eyes I take in… Read More