A few weeks ago I received a word at church that went like this: I have put a voice in your heart and a song in your voice. And you my daughter need to use it for my glory. For I have not put it there to hide it. I have put it there to […]Read More Not MY ministry.
I’m afraid I can’t even write it out anymore. The lack of feeling leaving the words without emotion. As my feet hit the pavement I feel liberated. Raindrops hitting my cheeks where tears fail to form. Wind deafening my ears. Yet every puddle brings a conversation that was lost years ago. Stop lights illuminate sidewalks […]Read More Rain.
Fearing God. Woah. Touchy subject. But we’ll get through it…on three conditions. This is not a finger pointing session. Know I’m talking about myself as well. Read all of what I’m saying. Not just between your own lines. If you have questions, simply ask. We’ll figure them out together. Alright, let’s dive in. My God […]Read More My God is not a Care Bear.
Flash back to Friday morning… I have just finished a meeting with a couple of coworkers. As I’m heading for the door I hear one of them call out. I am now looking behind me…trying to continue a meeting that has already ended. However, I’m still heading for the door. And then…SMACK. I walk straight […]Read More Hospital and Lighthouse.
This morning I was scared to step through the church doors. Everyone looks at me with such hope. They always comment on my inspiration, energy, and joy. How do I walk through those doors with a tear stricken face? With DEFEAT clearly marked on my forehead? I didn’t want them to be exposed to rock-bottom […]Read More Infiltrated.