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***taken from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young ***

Take time to BE STILL in My Presence. The more hassled you feel, the more you need this sacred space of communion with Me. Breathe slowly and deeply. Relax in My holy Presence while My Face shines upon you.

Imagine the pain I feel when My children tie themselves up in anxious knots, ignoring My gift of Peace. I died a criminal’s death to secure this blessing for you.  Receive it gratefully; hide it in your heart. My Peace is an inner treasure, growing within you as you trust in Me. Therefore, circumstances cannot touch it.  Be still, enjoying Peace in My Presence.

Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth (Psalm 46:11)

The Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. (Numbers 6:25-26)




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Moses … went out to his brethren and looked at their burdens (Exodus 2:11)

We may have the vision of God and a very clear understanding of what God wants, and yet when we start to do it, there comes to us something equivalent to Moses’ forty years in the wilderness. It’s as if God has ignored the entire thing, and when we are thoroughly discouraged, God comes back and revives His call to us.  If you are going through a time of discouragement, there is a time of great personal growth ahead.

Oswald Chambers from My Utmost for His Highest




Someone posted this poem on my Facebook page – I checked the internet says it was written by Maya Angelou (at least several references)

When I say, “I am a Christian”

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost! That’s why I chose this way”

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble – needing God to be my guide

When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority — I only know I’m loved


No Greater Love…

Stumbling into GRACE:

No pain too deep

Originally posted on Holy Ghost Bumps:

f2b06ed4f481354aab84dc2e49fd169aIt’s almost 3am, and I can’t sleep…again.  One of the side-effects of PTSD, I’m sure.  I never really ever thought that I’d experience that.  I mean, isn’t post traumatic stress disorder reserved for war vets and violent crime victims?  Apparently not.

For some reason, He speaks to me a lot at night.  Maybe it’s because that’s when I’m most still.  Most silent.  Most receptive to hear Him.  Or maybe it’s because He realizes that’s when I need Him most.  The nights are still so very hard.

As I sit typing these words, I’m listening to “How He Loves” as performed by WorshipMob.  It just hit me to give it a listen for the hundredth time, just as it hit me to start writing.  It’s one of two songs that were performed at Mia’s memorial service, and it’s really bittersweet for me.  Not only does it remind me how much Christ…

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Can you feel it? FALL is in the air. Cool mornings and evenings and warm afternoons. Trees are changing showing off their splendor with gold, red, orange and brown. Pumpkins are ready for pies and squash is standing by for roasting.

Aaaah! Homemade soup, roast, fresh bread and baked goodies are just around the corner.

Here in the Desert even the desert floor is displaying its glory. Bushes dried by the hot summer sun are now bursting with seed ready to feed the tiny birds, the cotton-tail bunnies and the long eared jack rabbits; provision after the HEAT.

Ever felt like you are living in a parched desert – your soul dry, weary and crying out?

Have you felt shattered, disillusioned and wiped out at least once in your life journey?

Psalm 63:1 (Voice) O True God, You are my God, the One whom I trust. I seek You with every fiber of my being. In this dry and weary land with no water in sight, my soul is dry and longs for You. My body aches for You, for Your presence.


Luke 29:12 (Message) “What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don’t be afraid of missing out. You’re my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself.


1 Samuel 2: 6-10 (Message) God brings death and God brings life, brings down to the grave and raises up. God brings poverty and God brings wealth; he lowers, he also lifts up. He puts poor people on their feet again; he rekindles burned-out lives with fresh hope, Restoring dignity and respect to their lives— a place in the sun! For the very structures of earth are God’s; he has laid out his operations on a firm foundation. He protectively cares for his faithful friends, step by step, but leaves the wicked to stumble in the dark. No one makes it in this life by sheer muscle! God’s enemies will be blasted out of the sky, crashed in a heap and burned. God will set things right all over the earth, he’ll give strength to his king, he’ll set his anointed on top of the world!




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Recently I visited my Mom, my Sister, my Brother, my Son and Daughter-in-Law, my Niece and Nephew and their family. I flew to Phoenix, Arizona during the Monsoon Season.

Its seems I am one of those crazy people visiting Phoenix when the temperatures are well over 100 degrees and the humidity is as high as in the Midwest.  Sticky, Sticky, Sticky!

But so worth it! I love spending time with my family and even reconnected with two high school friends. We didn’t go anywhere, no, we just spent precious time together. We talked, laughed, reminisced, and ate. What else do you do when visiting family, right?

One morning my sister and I drove to the grocery store. As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a golf cart in front of us. We slowed down pointing at the tail-gate which look like an old Chevy.  We were gawking at the golf cart wanting to see more when an arm reached out, impatiently, motioning us to go around.

As we moved around the golf cart we were amazed to find an mini-version of a 1956 or 1957 Chevy Bel-Air. We stopped and I rolled down my window. I asked Mr. Impatience if I could take a picture of his Chevy Cart.

Suddenly, annoyance turned into smiles. My sister and I were invited to not only take a picture of his pride and joy but also invited to take a picture with him.

Frowns turned to joy – when we left out new friend he was smiling from ear to ear. We couldn’t help feeling we made his day.

Chevy Golf Cart

Sometimes just a wave or a smile makes a difference in someone’s life.

Don’t forget to be an Angel for a moment.

Notice someone – Help someone – talk to someone especially someone alone.

Join God’s Angel Army

Serve your God – Do the Right Thing

Make a difference – One Person at a time

Malachi 3: 17-18 (MessageGod-of-the-Angel-Armies said, “They’re mine, all mine. They’ll get special treatment when I go into action. I treat them with the same consideration and kindness that parents give the child who honors them. Once more you’ll see the difference it makes between being a person who does the right thing and one who doesn’t, between serving God and not serving him.”

Wrestling Through Our Religious Differences and Our Wildly Varying Christian Convictions

Originally posted on J.S. Park:

wherethecherryblossomsdanceasked a question:

Could I ask you a question? Is it a bad thing to want everyone, regardless of their religion and faith to just worship together and love one another? Is it really wrong to want to go to someone who is Muslim, Jewish, Pagan, and go “Let’s worship together?” I feel that as long as different religions and beliefs attack one another, insisting that one is right and all others are wrong, this cannot become a reality, and it saddens me. I want to see us all get along and join together. Is that so bad?

tworoadsdivergedblog asked a question:

Something I’ve always wondered is how we (Christians) all serve one God but differ so much when it comes to doctrine (sure, there are basic things we agree upon, but we also have so many little things we disagree with that we have to label ourselves) ?…

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