My first taste of the Midwestern teen social scene involved a boy, a truck and a keg of beer….And apparently a random corn field. My family had just relocated from California to a tiny town in Missouri. I was sixteen years old. My first date with this boy was riding back and forth on the …
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Cookies
“Let the little children come to Me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” -Matthew 19:14 I see a fat little hand reaching through a chain link fence in eager anticipation of the cookie offered by an elderly lady. The fragrance of the freshly baked chocolate chip delicacy is …
Cornered
A deep chuckle escapes from within me. “This plan is brilliant, Lord! Absolutely brilliant!! You have me isolated out here in the woods. No work. No activities. No kids. No demands. An injured back so that I cannot even bend over or sit for prolonged periods. I can’t run away. You’ve got me where you …
On The Tundra
A dear friend recently spoke a gentle prophesy over me with these words.”I believe God is moving you to your next adventure…. I feel like God has ya’ll on the tundra again and there is something just over the horizon.” She was alluding to a mutual experience that we had many years ago. My husband …
Wild at Heart
The wrestling within me is violent and messy. I am called to this task, to this keyboard, yet I deny it and disclaim it. In fact, I run from it. Any distraction will do. Any little thing that needs my attention calls me away from writing. Is this more of refusing God’s ways? Is this …
Purpose
Purpose denotes willfulness. I am purposely choosing this path. I WILL go this way. I see my arm strengthened by purpose and plans. I purposefully go out of my way to do this plan. Each step is a calculated movement in a direction that I choose ahead of time. I purpose to spend time on …
Seeds
“Meanwhile, brothers and sisters, we must be patient and filled with expectation.. Think about the farmer who has to patiently wait for the earth’s harvest…” James 5:7 I love the earth. I love the dirt. I love the rain. I love to grow things. I could stay outside all day, every day, digging in the …
The Balloon
Ever feel like someone just put a pin through your balloon? I visualize a red balloon floating in the wind. It is freely dancing about on whatever current carries it in the minute. Then along comes that someone who puts a pin right through it. I see myself as that pretty little balloon. I am …
Missed Steps
My apologies to my readers. I don’t often ‘not write’ but that is exactly what has occurred and had me neglecting you. The love affair with pen and paper is a dance. Sometimes a gentle waltz, oftentimes a wild, whirling reel, occasionally a methodical, organized square dance with steps carefully prescribed. I tend to be …
Creativity
Over the years, coming to visit my parents on their remote property in Louisiana, I found that the creative juices flowed more readily. I found myself writing pages upon pages, painting canvas after canvas. The ideas flowed fresh and vibrant and I felt the liberty of losing myself to relax and dream and build. My …