She Stands

                                                                    Photo by Nick Morrison on Unsplash Some days, I can feel the words in me swirling like a small tornado. On other days, words are hard to find. But. Today. There is no rhythm or reason to the words in my spirit. They swirl with their own life, waiting to be introduced to the world. There is no one story in particular only words that are bursting to be written. Today, I will write. From a place that has stained my heart with tears... From a place that has brought unexplained joy to my soul... From all that has moved me into a grace that can only be from Jesus himself. Never mind if the tale of my words jumps from one universe to another, if they intertwine as unmatched threads having no connection whatsoever. Just write. Write those things that others can bury within and have them for a rainy day. Write those things which others can glean nuggets of wisdom on days when wisdom seems to be hidden. Write those things

Deuteronomy 14:2 (NIV) For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. Out of the peoples on the face of the earth, the Lord has chosen you to be his treasured possession.  Treasured possession...….. ~sigh~ There have been too many times in my life where I  never saw myself as a treasured possession; someone of worth. I could be standing in a room full of people, huge smile on my face, laughter echoing with a boisterous sound of a sonic boom and yet I felt so alone. Out of place. Misplaced. I never really understood how a social butterfly such as myself could feel so detached from the world around me. But disjointed I was.   I was able to force myself into fitting in; merging with the crowd. And going with the flow. It was never just one crowd. I was a chameleon of sorts.   Changing my colors to blend with my surroundings. Always looking the part in words and action, but never understanding why I could never change the bellowing emotions on the inside forcibly stati

Photo by Boba Jovanovic on Unsplash T his unfiltered silence of the unknown has taken on a bellowing cry of its own. The unanswered questions in my mind have become a kaleidoscope.   And with each turn, the different shades of gray have no answers.  My flesh, in its uncomfortable state of the untold, seeps tears of its own.  A ll the while my heart and soul is trusting the Lord on a whole new level  in this new normal we are living. I must admit, when this plague surfaced its ghastly head, I started this journey strong. The unknown had no hold on me.  Porch sitting became my place of solace.  No fear.  No tears.  My sword raised high, the battle began. I dove head first into the word of my Jesus. I soaked in sermon after sermon. I sang my songs of worship from the noiseless perch of my porch: off key.  And I listened for the voice, the only voice, who could give me solid peace.   Jesus. Day after day, the moment my eyes would open, I took the new fa

His love broke open the way and brought me into a beautiful broad place...... Psalm 18:19 (TPT) " His love broke open the way...."  I simply adore those words. I can see in this translation the beautiful resurrection of Christ. Though he laid dead in a darkened tomb with a stone sealing him in and others out, God reached down with His love, kissing life back into His son with life whispering words. And the stone was rolled away...…..   Many times, in my life there have been situations, circumstances or even relationships which seemed to be placed behind a stone.   No heartbeat. No warming touch. No life at all. There have been other times when I felt like I was the one behind a stone. Stumbling through the pitch blackness, gasping for air, hands forward trying to feel my way out through the absolute dead of silence. Or so it appeared. BUT. GOD. He never intended for those things in my life which look to be desolate to remain as such. What I see and what He se