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

None of Jobs friends really understood what Job was going through. They had no personal experience the same as his. Though they cared about him, they failed to know how to properly care for him. So they had to idly sit by and watch him.

“Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be at your side and will keep your foot from being snared.” Proverbs 3:25-26

Job had a story in the Bible like none other. Despite his long

Never Had a Better Friend-

The Lord has striped me in many ways.

Yet, He preserves each and every one of my days.

He took away so much that mattered to me

and in the process grafted me more tightly into His Tree.

He drew me near and showered me with blessings from above.

He gave me increase in my capacity to Love.

He showed me His devotion and care

Yet I know He will not only stop there.

He took me as a seed and planted me in the Earth.

He provided the water of Salvation in Jesus

giving me

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

MORE—

I need you more—

I have walked through tremendous lack in my soul and I’ve lived through tremendous lack in my resources.—I don’t want to go back to either.

Forgive me for my every fret or worry.

I need you more.

Forgive me my doubt and discouragement.

I need you more.

You are the floor that holds me up so I won’t go under.

You are the door of Love that knocks hard on my heart chamber.

I need you more.

You’re the excitement and drive of my life.

You are the Peace and Tranquility that holds me through the

My Father is a Gardener and oh how my Garden he does keep.

He nestles himself—
Heart and Soul with my petals.
He reaches through my stem until he gets to the root.
The roots are the very essence of who I am.

I love how I’ve been planted in his garden.
There is no other garden where I would like to be.
Here in his chambers I am free to be me.
He is the key that unlocks the goodness in me.

He is Master Gardener.
He knows exactly how much water I need.

All of life is a song—
You bring the melody
God plays the harmony
And together, it becomes poetic history and great things are done.

Your life is a book.
God holds the Master copy—
The version with all the tattered edges, tear stains, choices made and not made.
The one with all the highlights and torn pages.
Pencil smudges where ideas, pursuits, mishaps were erased.

Be an open book.
As an open book you are as open and vulnerable as can be.
For vulnerability is key for healthy relationships and healthy intimacy.
The closed book is easier, safer, most guarded and

Prayer of Prose

Lord, Sweet and Precious Savior. Water my Garden. Give me moisture from Heaven—for by your Spirit I am refreshed and Renewed. You are the glue that holds me together. You are the fertilizer that nourishes me to the root. You planted seeds of hope in the deepest parts of me. You lead me and caused me to explore and find the floor of my heart—causing me to discover the depths within.

I am quieted by the noise of your waterfall. Cascade over me. I am a Bloom in your