The fear of the Lord.  It begins.  Awe.  Reverence.  Worship.  Not a cringing, cowering, don’t-strike-me-down fear.  Holy hands lifted high, knees bowed down in adoration.  Totally surrendered.  Head over heels in love.  Jumping with joy because there’s just no stopping you.  Heaven on earth. 


Limitless Possibilites

“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”  Matthew 19:26

Unending love.  Overflowing grace.  Lavish gifts.  Unspeakable peace.  Supernatural power.  Hope for tomorrow.


As the calendar advances and summer begins to fade, there is a sudden energy in the air.  New beginnings bring excitement and a little uncertainty.  New schools, new teachers, new friends, new schedule.  Routine.  It’s a beautiful thing.  Time to finally unpack the vacation suitcases.  The air becomes more crisp, less soggy.  The leaves begin their seasonal dance of starting to change into their brightly colored foliage.  The mornings have become brisk warming to pleasant.  The world magically blooms in pumpkin.  

This Is So Me.

Coffee-lover.  Watcher of HP marathons.  Collector of roosters.  It’s Eight O’Clock somewhere.  Gardener.  Introvert.  Content.  Jesus freak.  Runner.  Crocheter.  Student of His Word.  Word game addict.  Wife.  Mother.  Grandmother.  Sister.   Bird-watcher.  

Child of the God Most High.

The Divine Designer

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.  Romans 1:20


The heavens stage His glory, proclaiming to all the earth that He is.  All without speaking a single word.  The oceans roar and His power is revealed.  The mountains rise in majesty climbing to reach His throne.  The flowers turn their faces toward His sun and bow in worship at His rain.  His splendor is displayed in the flight of the hummingbird. His creativity shines in the butterfly emerging reborn.  I Am is in all, above all, over in.  Is all.


My Treasure

I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my daily bread.  Job 23:12

A leanness of soul comes with a fast from His Word.  Busyness.  Distractions. Procrastination.  Forgetfulness.  He waits for the hunger pangs to set in.  We seek to fill the empty spaces with all the delicacies that life offers.  He waits for the discontent to rise to the top.  We search frantically for the void to be filled.  Again and again we feed on meals that do not nourish wondering all the while, “What am I missing?”  He misses us, too.

Not Who Am I? But Whose Am I?

Oh, the depths of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!  How unsearchable His judgments and His paths beyond tracing out!  Romans 11:33

An identity crisis hits.  Wife.  Mother.  Daughter.  Sister.  Friend.  Photographer. Gardener.  Cook.  Critic.  Neighbor.  Judge and jury.  Who am I?  A resounding, “You are My beloved.”  And that is enough.