Give it your ALL—

How can I adequately sing a song of praise to you? How can I properly change my heart to execute your Goodness, Mercy and Love?
There is no one like you…
Not on the earth.
Not under the earth-
Nor can one be found in the sea or within the heavens.
You alone are ALL.
Because you are ALL- you not only inspire me to give you my all, but your devotion to me has power to demonstrate that I have your all as well. I know others love you and you enjoy

Heaven Made~

I have been given an invitation to write.

The writing comes from somewhere deep inside of me.
I am like an evergreen tree.
I do not wither or wilt.
Despite storms of life or scorching heat–
The moisture still comes to me,
Keeping my leaves green, my bark tough, thick, resilient, yet ever soft to the touch because of the water I drink.

Living Water is what touches my frame.
My roots are like shoots that tangle and thread beneath the ground that I tread.
Fingers in the garden searching for more, they burrow beneath the soil where

I know what I have in you…
I know what I have with God.

You are so good to me, so gentle, so faithful, so kind.
You bless my soul and you comfort my heart.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows what I endure or what keeps my heart preoccupied.
Nobody knows what inspires my dreams.

You alone are God and like you there is none other.

My heart is betrothed to heaven.
You are my Sanctuary.
You are my Riverbed.
You are Golden and Bright.
You ignite my passions and

Lord,

I invite you into my Tabernacle of Hope.
I have been sifted deeply and completely;
But within it all you have never left my side.
You bore my stain that I might gain something intimate, something lovely,
something created for my goodness sake.
Then your Love walks in, radiant and bright. Your Love walks in and it has worn a path on my heart and stains the soil of my pen—

I will never be the same again.

You never leave me forlorn.
You’ve bore the scorn.
You took the sting of rejection and turned it into

When I fear sudden disaster—

I will raise a hallelujah.

When the world seems to be crashing in against me, I will remind myself that though a thousand may fall at my side and 10,000 at my right hand no harm will befall me. I am secure. (Psalm 91)

I will raise a hallelujah.

When it appears my enemy will trample me I am reminded I have been set apart for something greater and

I will raise a hallelujah.

When the sting of life leaves us

The Traveler

She was wounded, but she was a Warrior.
She travailed, but she knew her worth.
She knew her Inheritance, she received notice of it years before.
The Book of Records had transcribed His Love on her heart.
The chord had been tied—
Their hearts were tied; delicately stringed together with a throng of Gold. Anchored  Fully.
This was no ordinary connection.
For her, no connection was ordinary—she had a deep and genuine love for humanity. She was one who loved affectionately. But this connection, it wasn’t like any she had known before.
Friends came and

“I listen carefully to what God the Lord is saying, for He speaks peace in His faithful people.” Psalm 85:8

His wisdom has no measure, His greatness is Infinite. No mind can grasp Him, yet every heart can hold Him.
That’s my God!
He is above all. He is the Bridge for every gap or lack. He is the all time greatest Vision Caster and Dreamer. He is awesome beyond measure.
That’s my God!
He knows all, can do all, Repairer of Broken Walls and Restorer of streets without dwelling. He can take the shaken,

Poetic Prose of Adoration. Penned early a.m., Monday 3/25/19

I confess, I love writing, but the prose are my favorite. They bleed more of the essence of me, heart and soul and my affections released for the One worthy to be Adored. I named this one Canopy though I mention the word not once with the prose of my pen.

Canopy because of what it represents. A Canopy of Hope is an effective covering for the heart. Blessed, Refreshed, Replenished, Loved…

all create a Haven…

God bless your heart today with Valor to Conquer

Look Up.

Because of you I can face tomorrow…

What am I but a vapor in your Presence?

I am what amounts to nothing on the radar of eternity, in comparison to your extreme Sovereignty.

Who am I that you should love me?

Who am I that you should notice me and count me among the gems in your Garden?

What do we do when every dream of our soul goes unfulfilled?

Where do we turn when we appear to be forsaken?

We can have hope.

We can abide in Hope.

We can hold on even when we’re not feeling

I see pure gold in you.

You’ve been equipped through the Fire. Your life designed to inspire. You’ve been packaged for it.

You can take heat.

True champions invite the fire.

Not because we always like it, but we know something good, gold, comes from it.

The higher road is paved with gold. And when you’ve been called, you’ve been equipped. You don’t have to strive for it, it flows from the soul. Pure Gold.

Perhaps you’ve spent so much time taking care of others that you forgot to take care of yourself?

You are worth some