Good morning, DearHeart. As I woke I thought about connection. That’s usually how the Holy Spirit works with me – I ask for a word or theme for my guide as my final prayer at night. When I wake up, a word, phrase, or scripture is fresh. All God. Simply because I ask. He is good like that – hearing our prayer, and delivering what we need. His way. His authority. His gift. So, I went back and searched my…
Good morning, DearHeart. Have you ever noticed that when God stretches you, you never go back to the original shape? The process of stretching makes weakened areas more suspect to pinhole tears where the enemy works overtime trying to find a way in. This is especially you when you are in recovery mode and trying to find space to forgive someone. The heart runs its own stopwatch. Not attached to calendar days or years. And, the heart also reminds you…
“I had only heard about you before, but now I have seen you with my own eyes.” Job 42:5 NLT Good morning, God’s Child. Woke up thinking about the courage it takes to get to know your soul in the Light of our Creator. Courage … Because once you and I begin to engage Him in every part of our lives, and live according to His authority – His light comes to call with ever more frequency until He becomes…
Good morning, DearHeart. There are times when life can be compared to a desert . . . dry, dehydrated, withered. “Bloom where you are planted.” Is a fantastic idea, but sometimes it just doesn’t work out. Sometimes, you don’t have control to bloom in this place and every step forward seems to deliver heavy blows back. Life simply happens. There is no controlling the circumstances as they seem to barrel over you like a steam roller. Much like a desert,…
Good morning, DearHeart. We are all wounded, aren’t we? It can come from an event, or, a moment, or, a season. In those wounds, God does His best work. I love looking back and seeing Divine irony. How, by His grace, His mercy, His ways, my attitude gets reconfigured from woundedness to compassion. We go through elephant graveyards that get soul-wrenched with “why?” places. “Where did that even come from?” places. And, from there we look in with full-faced curiosity…
Good morning, DearHeart. I love the rain. I remember my Pop Coon sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee, watching the rain out the window and saying out loud, “let it rain”. That’s one of my dad’s favorite sayings on mornings like this, too. His voice sounds exactly the same as Pop’s. It’s funny how little sounds or phrases can take you right back to a warm place in childhood memories. A place of comfort. A place we hope to…
