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
Sometimes the dreams I dream in the night disquiet my soul. I am unsure of what I have seen and what does it mean? I know it means something. So I quietly speak to my Father and lay it upon His altar and entrust it there in His care. He has shown me these things for a reason and the time and season may be a later date. I can trust these insights to His keep and I don’t have to lose precious sleep. The knowledge will return when He
There are so many reasons why a writer writes and where and how they begin their journey with the pen. In the day of getting paid to blog not everyone has a passion for writing as much as a passion for a paycheck. I think it’s lovely the many options of expression and creating an income base—but I pray that how ever creative writing is used, it never loses the passion and purpose and the plow it creates to till the soil of the heart and make another
At the end of the day when the sun decides to go away and cradle itself on the horizon…
The moon arises and this is of no surprise, yet it takes the breath away.
God is like both the sun & the moon—He isn’t going anywhere.
He is committed to you through thick and thin. . . And wherever you go, He is there.
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
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
The Touch of your hand makes me glow.
The Touch of your hand makes me whole.
You, alone, satisfy the soul.
You are not a far off or dusty wasteland.
You drench me is Goodness.
You quiet my soul.
I am never left forlorn when I know your will and way is to walk beside me, O, Ancient of Days.
You satisfy me.
You curb my appetite for lesser things.
What a Joy and delight to know that as this New Year rings you are there to carry me across the threshold from the old to the new…just
You are the Lord Almighty and within you I find extreme pleasure.
You are my Comfort and my Delight.
You surround my heart with Gladness and your Goodness is my Shelter and Strength.
There is none other like you.
You have been good to me.
You have shown me great Kindness.
You have kept my soul content in the Secret Place.
You offer tremendous soul strength and in you I take delight.
You are pure Gold…
Thank you for this Beautiful gift of Life.
In you I have my Treasure.
In you my heart flows in ever increasing measure.
You are my
Did you know?
The Bible is mostly poetry? Nearly fifty percent of it! This is a fact I learned just yesterday and it tickled my heart. Because when the Spirit speaks to me and when He crowds my pen and I rend, something poetic as a prose or rhyme comes to my mind every time. I love this because He has always versed my pen and courted my heart with smoothness of words. It’s like salve to my soul.
He knows my heart and my love language.
God will speak to