She Stands

This past week I flew to Colorado to be with my daughter when they finalized the adoption for my grandson. It was an amazing week spent with my family there; a moment in time I will forever cherish. When I booked my flight I forgot to pick my seat on my flight. Once I hit the button to purchase my ticket I remembered the window seat, I love the window seat. Sitting in front of my computer a bit of disappointment I felt knowing I would be seating in the aisle or the middle. " oh well" I told myself.  My disappointment left quickly as my excitement to see my family grew. The day came for me to leave, arriving at the airport I whispered a prayer to the Lord for a safe trip and as an after thought, I told Him I'd love to have a window seat. After I receive my boarding pass, to my surprise I saw I indeed had the window seat and then to my delight realized I again had the window seat on my connecting flight in Houston as well.  My excitement  doubled, kinda like...

  Heart......the organ that pumps blood throughout our bodies entirety; supplying oxygen and nutrients to our tissues and removing carbon dioxide and other wastes. Our physical life line; if unable to supply blood to our organs and tissues, they die..... We die.  We all know the physical purpose of our heart. We are taught what eating habits and physical activity are best to keep our hearts functioning properly. However do we ever really seek how to keep the emotional and spiritual health of our heart at its best as well?   What do we do to guard our hearts  from emotional deaths; a death that causes our once soft, fleshy heart that held compassion, empathy, grace and love to become a cracked jagged and jaded stone? A stone that buries deep within the cracks the brokenness of our self worth and harbors the anger of our hurt others have pierced with their arrow of disdain. ...

As a child I can remember planting tiny seeds in a cup of soil and waiting anxiously for the first sigh of life to sprout forth. I would water and nurture my tiny seed holding on to the belief of something magical appearing at any moment. After a week or so a very tiny growth of green would emerge from the dark spoil adding to my excitement that my seed would be a thriving bloom of beauty. The hope of a child is a pure act of love;  a love that holds on to the beauty of life rather than sees the impossibility of the world. A humbling heart that anchors to the promise instead of disbelief. As I grew older I no longer planted seeds in a cup but I did and still do try my best to plant seeds of love and hope in the cracks of  hearts that are broken, abandoned or bruised. It can be hard to wait for the seeds which are planted to grow. It can become a painful process when watching someone I love struggle to break through the dark soil of the world. If I over water my seed, ...

I traveled to my home church in Texas over the weekend. It was our yearly ladies retreat.  A time to come together and share as only we ladies know how when we are together.  Our gathering to let our hair down, be silly, share our hearts, our struggles, our victories and our love. A time of refreshing, renewal and restoring.  I love my highway driving time, when it's just me, my music and my sweet Jesus headed to my destination.  It is my special place when I can talk to him, share my whole heart above the noise of the world and hear his loving voice deep inside my soul.  Heading west, I pour my heart out to my daddy God. I tell him of the changes and struggles I have faced the last two months. ( like he didn't already know)  I thanked him for the love of so many he has placed in my life. I praised him for the trials I have walked through and the strength he has given me to continue. Making my way down the ...

Forgive me if I ramble....... So many thoughts and emotions today. I am trying to remove my flesh from it all.... Impossible on my own,  I know. I do not like the anger and bitterness that has infiltrated my inner being..... I feel as though I have iron bars wrapped around me and try as I might, I am unable to remove them. The hurt cascades over my heart twisting and turning into every crevice like spinney barbs ripping and slashing holes for anger and bitterness to to take up residence . Then the tears come....... Watching a loved one struggle can be most heart wrenching.... Feeling their pain on top of my own....... For me it's like watching a re-run of my past, which only intensifies the hurt. I have cried out to God asking Him " Isn't my testimony enough??" "My past mistakes should be more than suffice,  right,Lord??" "Why??....Just why Lord???" Silence penetrates my cries, for I already know my answer..... ...

I constantly scribble notes on my desk calendar at work. Bills that need to be paid.... Appointments that are set..... Phone numbers that are needed in a hurry...... Reminders for upcoming deadlines. I know that if I do not make my "scribble" notes, I will forget something........ Working for my dad,one needs to be able to multi task but after the first ten items he rolls out, my multi tasking skills are challenged. ( I promise you he is the energizer bunny re-incarnated) And so my desk calendar becomes my back up. So where do we write our spiritual notes? Deuteronomy 11:18 18  “Therefore you shall lay up these words of mine in your heart and in your soul, and bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes.   Proverbs 7:3 3  Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.   2 Corinthians 3:3 3  Clearly, you are a letter from Christ showing the result of...