HE told me once. HE told me twice. And HE won't stop telling me~ "I want ALL of you". BUT I respond with a "BUT GOD, what do you mean by my ALL? "JESUS replied: ’Love the LORD your GOD with ALL your heart and with ALL your soul and with ALL your mind'"(Matthew22:37). Oh how I question the word ALL as GOD is asking me to put HIM first, second, third.... JESUS wants my ALL~ "constituting the full quantity or extent; complete" (logos). Oh how I live on the fence when I crave LO

The QUIETNESS of the morning wakes me up. THE STILLNESS is so beautifully pure, that there is no room for interruption. Because the space and place is reserved for JESUS. Oh HE BIRTHS NEW LIFE into the dead spaces and places, the holes in our hearts that were created by the BROKENNESS OF LIFE. Whether it is a hole that you created, or if it is a hole created by another, or a hole that circumstances have created. The HOLE is an INVITATION for THE QUIETNESS, THE STILLNESS , of

CHRISTmas in JULY sounds so strange to me, because CHRISTmas is year long because JESUS is year long. JESUS doesn't get packed up in a box, to be opened for the next CHRISTmas season. Yet doesn't HE get buried amongst the rubble of the hardships, the hurts, and the pains of the world. Nothing can BURY JESUS, because HE ROSE. Oh even the GRINCH couldn't STEAL CHRISTmas from the HEARTS of every Who down in Who-ville, even though that was his mission And oh how he thought succee

I am looking back to a season of my life that seemed to last forever. It was a season of WAITING. WAITING for GOD to ANSWER a prayer that was so deeply woven into my heart that I couldn't imagine life without it being ANSWERED. I remember how easily my heart began to drift. Not away from GOD, but away from TRUSTING HIS TIMING. I knew GOD was ANSWERING my prayer~ yet just not the way I wanted, or when I wanted. And oh, the stubborn, impatient part of me began to emerge. Looki

There was a time when I thought if I just said the right words... did the right things... or tried a little harder... I could FIX IT. So I tried. Really tried. I apologized. I humbled myself. I asked, "I AM SORRY. WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?" But nothing changed. The relationship was still broken. The hurt was still real. The hole in my heart was still there. Then the HOLY SPIRIT quietly whispered to my heart, "You cannot control another person's response. But you can choose your ow