Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Thunder...My Daughter and Autism

Visit me today at and read my guest post about my little girl Ruthie and our ongoing fight over the challenges of Autism.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Rest O My Soul

I sit at my kitchen table with my hands clasped around my warm mug full of fresh brewed blueberry coffee. The steam billows beneath my nose as I gaze out the bay windows of my kitchen to the gorgeous trees whose leaves have changed to golden hues. My Bible lays open in front of me to Psalm 116:7…

“Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you.”

Thank you Lord for,

the peace you bring,

the love you give,

the mercy you bestow.

Through the good,

through the bad,

life lessons learned,

as you guided,

this sometimes wayward soul.

You fill my cup,

with an everlasting joy,

of heavenly proportions.

No matter what circumstance

I may face,

on any given day,

I know I am loved,

by my Abba!


Monday, August 17, 2009

Wisdom not Folly

Dear Lord

Help me not live my life in folly,

but let my entire life and everything I do,

revolve around you,

just as the earth revolves around the sun.

I don't want to live my life my way,

but your way,

following the plan you designed for me,

when you formed me in my mother's womb.

I don't want just a "spiritual" catagory

in my everday walk,

but I desire my entire self,

and all I do to be centered on You!

Let me always ask the question,

"What pleases You!"

I want to always "check with you"

with every decision I make

every word of utterance from my lips.

Please make my life a living sacrafice...

holy and acceptable to you!"


Your child

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I cling to my Lord,
Not understanding His plan,
Why not the truth?
Not a word spoken,
I sit quietly,
Knowing the battle is not mine,
Heart beats sadness,
Heat beats disappointment,
Heat beats pain.
I want to run,
Run into my Abba’s arms,
I want to hide forever,
Between the hems of His robe.
His arms are the safest place,
As I seek His face and not His hand,
Hold me up in the honesty I have spoken,
So the truth would be revealed.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The stature of my body is low with my shoulders hunched down. I find myself day dreaming away into sadness where joy goes missing. I think, to be busy, is the best solution...if I don't have time to think I won't be sad. But why sad? I ask myself. I have a good life.

I sit on the patio and thoroughly enjoy the beautiful colors in the newly planted flowers. I listen to the birds chirp and sing from the tress. I feel the cool crisp air against my cheeks. But my annoying friend, sadness, will not release it's grip from my mind. I miss friends from Iowa and Indiana. I long for my mother's love. I wish the Lord would just come back sooner rather than later to put sadness in its place forevermore!
And then I'm reminded of a verse, Philippians 4:8,

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy-think about such things."
Tears flooded my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I cried out to my Lord in prayer as David did so many times...

O Father rid me of my own wretched downcast spirit. Lift my eyes up to where the Son is found and not below to the pits of hell. Fill my cup with unspeakable joy that only the sound of laughter would be heard from my lips. Let the afflictions of my heart be tossed to sea. Those who have hurt me with idle talk, not knowing my past or present circumstance, forgive them my Lord and show them the hurt they have caused so healing may begin. Help me Lord not to sin against myself, your creation made in the image of You, in slandering myself to unworthiness. Help to always know and realize I am loved by the great I Am because the one who is in me is greater than the one who is in the world (I John 4:4). Do not let my heart be troubled, but let me rest in the peace of thy mighty hand for I am the one whom Jesus loves!


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Bleating Lamb

The bleating Lamb,
Doth call me in the night,
His white wool hair warms me and I talk awhile with Him.

Rescue me this day my Lord,
Just as all other days,
Since your hand print embedded itself upon my heart.

You the Lamb,
Return innocence to my sin sick soul,
Restore calm to me amidst the trials of this lost world.

Thursday, April 2, 2009


I hushed my mind to sweet deliverance,
In a quiet moment with Him.

The peace which came brought solitude,
To a mind cluttered in shame.

I plead not to leave this secret place,
Where no one is but Him.

The wind of His breath catches my hair,
As He sings these sweet words to me….

Rest now and be free,
Cried my Abba within me.

I’ve taken the weight from limb and heart,
I’ve paid the price at Calvary.

You are in me and I in you,
A blood bond that shall not divide.

Just rest your soul within my hands,
For the victory is already won.

I’ve risen from behind the stone
And sit by my Father’s side.

Hush now and listen,
For the sound of the trumpet.

I am coming soon to carry my bride,
Over the threshold of glory!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Lover of My Soul

He is my...
sweet adoration,
joy in the morning,
peace amidst the storm,
the hand that guides,
pain chaser,
heart cleanser.
He is the lover of my soul!

He loves me...
for me,
despite my sin,
in view of my ugliness,
forever and always,
thin or fat,
more than I can fathom.
He is the lover of my soul!

He is my big Daddy who...
cries with me,
for me,
sings over me,
never leaves,
never forsakes,
comforts me at all times.
He is the lover of my soul!

May you know the...
King of Kings,
Lord of Lords,
Prince of Peace,
Son of God,
He longs to be the lover of your soul too!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

He Makes a Way

Sleep eludes the restless soul,

By the clever deciever of lies,

Who taunts with thoughts of unbelief,

With a well laid plan of deception.

The head jukes left and then quickly to the right,

To outmaneuver the fiery arrows,

Out of breath and weary from the fight,

The brow singed from the heat of the flame.

A cry out to the lover of all souls,

no turning back nor walking away,

From the One who carries sin proclaims ,

Walk through the fire and reach for the nail pierced hand.

As a knight in armor,

donned with helmet and breastplate,

The sword is raised above the head,

The command given, "Get thee behind me Satan".

I am a child of the Most High,

And at the name of Jesus you must leave,

A roaring wind followed by tranquil calm,

Restores joy and peace abounds once again.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Where is Jesus?

Is Jesus your life or is Jesus just in your life?
Read the first sentence again….think about your day…ponder what is important…who is valued by calculating the time you spend in these areas of your life.


Does your spiritual life touch all other parts of your daily living or do you leave Christ sitting in the pew every Sunday waiting for your return the next week? We want Jesus to be with us just as we carry our wallet and purse everywhere we go, but why do we leave our true identity at the door step waving good bye?

We are like the captain of our kickball team. We pick and choose the players that will give us a winning edge. Why do we choose Jesus last at times? We make him sit on the bench and wait when we forget to greet him as the sunlight warms our face awakening us to start the day. We leave the Prince of Peace in the dust when we rush with our own agenda and neglect to read His word and pray. We sadden Immanuel when we choose the couch and television instead of a quiet moment sitting in His lap. We tell him not in words, but by our actions that he’s not good enough to play in our game.

We can’t choose how we die, but we can choose how we live. Jesus sits patiently with sweaty palms and a rapid heart beat waiting for you to call his name to go into the game. Will you call upon the Lord today?

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Sometimes all I have is you Lord,

When others hurt and wound,

my doormat soul.

All I have is you!

So I look to the hills,

From whence cometh my help.

All I have is you Lord!

All I have is you!

Let my eyes see your brilliance

And shed thy grace upon me

that I might love despite the pain...

So all they see is you Lord!

So all they see is you!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

In desperate need,
upon my knees,
I beg of my Father,
in prayer.
It's for my family,
for my church,
for my nation,
please bless these.
Though the shadow,
of the crooked branches,
try desperately,
to reach my heart.
And the silver lined clouds,
cause me to doubt,
The wind whips,
And reminds me of your power.
The air which pushes,
the hair from mine eyes,
whispers sweetly,
keep your focus on Me!