Yesterday a few of us spent a couple hours praying in the Spirit together. It was a beautiful time and and at one point our host felt the need to play the song, “Fly” by Jason Upton. You can find it here on Youtube. In the live recording, Jason is apparently accompanied by the voice of an angel. As I lay on the floor listening and praying, my body trembled at the beauty of the close-yet-far-away sound. This morning as I was thanking the Lord for what He did with us yesterday,… Read More

 Then he said, “There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said to his father, ‘Father, I want right now what’s coming to me.’11-12  “So the father divided the property between them. It wasn’t long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him… Read More

Last night my family and I relaxed at home as we waited out the arrival of Hurricane Florence.  We had spent time out on the porch in the cool and breezy evening and then watched a few hours of TV.  I didn’t find anything we watched all that interesting, yet there I sat like a roasted potato on the couch.    At one point I felt the Lord call me to the study to read and even to read with my daughter, but I was feeling lazy.  I walked into the study… Read More

Ding. The elevator slid open to the second floor of the hospital where a waiting room loomed full of family members anxiously awaiting news of their loved one’s wellbeing This was where I found myself sitting this morning, with my step dad on my right side, and my daughter on my left, waiting for my mom to come out of surgery to find out if cancer has returned. Two weeks ago, my feet were padding across packed, wet sand, as waves lapped up against my ankles. I swung my sandals in my hand,… Read More

I see my friends; Mama-bears all. So strong, so willing to hold, willing to hear, willing to speak truth, willing to nourish, willing to heal. Still each one has days when she needs a Mama-bear too. Each one has moments of weakness, each one sometimes listens to lies, sometimes feels alone. Then, at the moment of need another woman of strength; full of compassion, full of life comes alongside to hold up her arms in the battle. We are at our best when a few of us come together to hold up… Read More