A Knight's Journey

This morning before the alarm, the Holy Spirit woke me suddenly from sleep with the name of someone.  Very distinct.  I know when this happens, there is a war going on--of some kind.  I immediately got up.  The other end of the house is quiet and that is where I headed.   It was still dark outside, just barely beginning to see the outline of trees--I could tell it was cloudy because the moon was not visible.  But I knew beyond the clouds-- there is a war being waged against all believers.   You may not feel its effects today--but hang on honey--you will. I just now sent this prayer to four prayer warriors because we all know the person needing the prayer.  I wanted to share it with you simply because you might need it too.  Feel free to take it and change whatever you need to.  I adapted a portion of a prayer from a book called "Prayers That Avail Much" by Germaine Copeland.   “Father, in the name of Jesus, I come boldly to Your throne of grace and present ________ before You

I've been super sick since this past Thursday.  I've wanted to write for weeks, but with so many things going on lately--it landed on the back burner.  I'm still not 100%, but I know I have to push myself to get some things done and be fresh for work tomorrow at the office. Earlier this past week I was able to finish this article for the June issue of StreetTalk Magazine, so it will pop out of the presses in about 2 days--YOU get the unabridged version! ;) Fully Relying On God Kicking and screaming–that’s how I would sometimes describe myself on the brink of obedience.  Not all the time mind you.   Have you had one of those times?   Oh, sure. We want to obey. I even encourage my grandkids with much voice to do that very thing. But when the rubber meets the road--do we really obey at the first directive? I like to think I do.  But too often I have found myself talking myself out of something for various reasons.  When an action is required on my part for something I feel s

Today was one of those days.  I felt spiritually bombarded.   You too? An urgent need of prayer came my way today and my heart grew super heavy twice:   One, a lost life.  Taken by choice--seeing no way out I suppose.  My heavy heart could hardly hold the tears when I learned of this--a stranger to me--but yet this one had a family, friends, and people who loved him...(they all do--anyone who chooses to take his or her own life has others who love them deeply--the devil just has their mind more focused on what's wrong in their lives than what's right....-just my thoughts.) The second urgent need was closer to home.  Enemy --satanic attacks from the very pit.  I've seen and heard them happening all over the world.  Brothers and sisters in Christ have been under attack with such a fierceness--it's been unimaginable.   I remember standing in front of my closet one morning when we lived in Bolivia and saying to myself--what should I wear today?  Just as swift did those thou

  I read a post on Instagram about the time of the evening when this particular family (Chris Loves Julia) turned on all the lamps.     Not overhead lights—just lamps. They called it “lamp-o’clock” .  I’ve been doing that for years and never knew it was a “thing”.  (P.S. they don't know me and I don't know them personally, but I've followed along their moving to North Carolina journey-it was a doozy! FYI--Amazing decorating tips!)   I love lamps (just ask the family members who helped us move).  In every room of our house there is at least one lamp.  Even the kitchen and laundry room.  I prefer lamps over the glaringly bright lights of the overhead fixtures.  Lamps set the tone in the room for a “hushed” or quiet feeling.  I normally only turn on one lamp —unless whatever is going on calls for more light.  The room I'm sitting in right now has five (5) lamps.  Yes,  you heard me right.  Counting my scentsy bird/nest.   For instance:  family or friends over?  All the lam

Today is February 28, Wanda's birthday.  Actually the 29th was the real-deal birthday--we celebrated whichever day the calendar and year brought us.   She's celebrating her 14th year in heaven with Jesus.  I believe--with all my heart that she would much rather me encourage you to get right with God--make your eternal destination secure than tell you anything about what a sweet sister she was.  She would love for me to remind. you that the most important thing in life are not things....it's Jesus.  To have a relationship with Him begins with first acknowledging you need Him... go to Him with your true--real-deal-self.  Make Him the priority...not the "if I have time to" ... Grab your coffee, let's sit together for a few minutes while I lean in and share with you a little piece of my life experience. My very first mission trip was such an eye opening and heart wrenching experience.  As a mom, I love my own children with everything in me, but in the country wher