Shadowed ~ Never Alone

Shadowed ~ Never Alone

Sometimes we don’t want to be alone. Companionship can be just the ticket we need to fill ourselves with an extra bounce in our step and take us out of the ruts of life.

I was so refreshed while taking a stroll through God’s word and reading once again the verses He gave men for this year. Psalm 121 fills my heart with such hope knowing not only is He my source of strength and my help, but He is always with me. He knows where I’m going and when I’m returning. And He is with me with every step of the way.

When You Hear His Whisper

When You Hear His Whisper

It was an incredible sound. The explosion of pots, pans, and plates on the kitchen floor. It was quite impressive!

But it also echoed the cry of my heart earlier that morning as I sat uncomfortably on the church pew. Staring up at the screen, I read:

This people honor me with their lips, but their heart is far from me.

I knew God was speaking directly to me, and it was searing my heart, shattering it into as many jagged pieces as the plates on the kitchen tile.

Take My Breath Away

Take My Breath Away

Oh Lord my God, I am so in awe of You. I really am.

But most of my days are just filled to the brim with…stuff. Nothing important really. Though I treat all things more important than You.

I consume myself with the things of this world and I forget to give You praise. I forget to pray and ask for Your help. I forget to allow You to be Lord of my life.

The Power In Our Praise

The Power In Our Praise

Psalm 117 is short, sweet, and to the point: PRAISE THE LORD!

It almost sounds like a command, doesn’t it? It’s certainly not a suggestion.

I know it feels like the world is falling to pieces around us. I realize there is quite a bit for us to despair over, if we choose to. But I can’t help thinking, . . .

Whisper to Me

Whisper to Me

I want to sit at his feet and glean every bit of his wisdom I can.

At the same time, I want to crawl up into his lap, lean against his chest and listen to him tell me stories like my dad did when I was a little girl.

This is the richness of God’s love. He holds us close and whispers to us what we mean to him. He gives us his time and attention because that’s the father he is.

The God of the Lost & Found

The God of the Lost & Found

“If I were You, I would’ve given up on me by now
I would’ve labeled me a lost cause
Cause I feel just like a lost cause.

If I were You, I would’ve turned around and walked away
I would’ve labeled me beyond repair
Cause I feel like I’m beyond repair.”

Heavy words, aren’t they? I couldn’t figure out why they resonate so deeply within me though. I don’t actually feel this way. I know I’m not a lost cause or beyond repair to God. So, why do I cry at these words?

Today, my own words echoed within me. I realized I said them to my therapist just last week, “I feel like everyone has given up on me.”

And, if I were a betting woman, I’d bet there’s something in your life you feel like everyone’s given up on too.

When You Don’t Recognize Your Miracle

When You Don’t Recognize Your Miracle

The girls were in school, Mark at work, and I was laying face down on the carpet crying my eyes out.

I didn’t know if God was hearing me, if my cries of help were even reaching the ceiling, but I spent several hours just begging Him to either take my life or fix what was broken.

Fourteen years ago today, that was my reality. Yet, I had forgotten one thing.

The faithfulness of my God.

When You Need to Let Go

When You Need to Let Go

The day began dreary, wet from rain and intense with wind. I wondered if God was weeping with me as I realized the miracle I had been waiting on—expecting with my whole heart—would not come that day.

At least, that’s what I was believing. There was no sign of a miracle in the making.

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