"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust" Isaiah 26:19
This morning began like any other. I guzzled some coffee, did my mom thing, got a quick workout in, did laundry. At some point when the dust had settled, I sat down for a dose of social media while the Today Show played in the background. There was a post (which I will not link … Continue reading To be a Real Woman
I had my own private spot in the woods where two trees had fallen together creating a little seat just right for me. I would sit there for what seemed like hours singing and praying. It was there that all seemed right with the world. It was there, in my secret place, that I found … Continue reading Secret Place
There once was a man named Naboth. You'll find him in I Kings 21. He had a vineyard. The only problem with this vineyard was that it was just a little too close to the residence of a certain king named Ahab. Ahab decided he wanted an herb garden and offered to buy Naboth's vineyard. … Continue reading Don’t Settle for Seasoning
Autopilot - when I go through the motions Head down, resolved, ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen And then I sometimes break as resistance pushes me to realize I'm not built to maintain; I'm built for greatness. Not greatness I've built with the persistent efforts of my hands, but greatness that comes … Continue reading Autopilot
Potter, with hands that shaped the heavens, too grand for us to grasp, reach deep into my heart. Grab and grip my pride, my being, until I remain nothing more than... malleable.
I've been buried. The weight of the dirt is pressing hard against my skin. I feel bruises forming but in true 'tough girl' fashion, I pull hard to hold in the tears and fight to stand against the pressure. The earth sticks and cakes my lungs with mud as I breathe deep and will … Continue reading Buried
In my own little world I become numb The small of my back resting in a small little chair In my small little house on a small little street In a small little town Where the green grass grows all around, all around... The days go by one by one like a blur and I … Continue reading The Edge of the World
The thing about being in the Potter's hands (Jeremiah 18, Isaiah 45) is that we don't always know what he's forming us into. Sometimes it might even seem like we're sitting on a shelf and waiting until He's ready to do something with us. Isaiah 45 taught us not to argue with the Potter about … Continue reading What to do while you wait
There they were in the garden. Man created in the image of God. A single rib taken to craft stunning beauty, a helper designed with detailed intent, a companion worthy of him. The crowning achievement of the Father warranting an affirmation of "goodness" from the lips of the one who'd just spoken the world into … Continue reading Who Told You that You Were Naked?