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

You SEE the DOOR. And there is no way that you could fit, as it is NARROW. But then you read the sign. COME. Oh you want to COME. But your hands are full of your STUFF. Your anxiety. Your fear. Your bitterness. Your confusion. Your doubt. Your worry. Your shame. Your guilt. The lies you have believed about yourself. You have stood before this DOOR, before. But THIS MOMENT is different, because you are having one of those MOMENTS Then you hear HIS INVITATION "COME TO ME". Oh

GOOD MOURNING! Yup! There is such a thing for MOURNING to BE GOOD, when you have a BE~ATITUDE. For JESUS did say, “BLESSED, forgiven, refreshed by GOD'S grace are those who MOURN...".* There it is. The word MOURN. To MOURN is associated with death, that ugly word, but that which is part of life, that causes MOURNING. To MOURN~ To GRIEVE. To have SORROW. To say GOOD~BYE. To BE or NOT TO BE a GOOD MOURNING? This is one of the BEATITUDES that I have BELIEVED wrong. Of cours