What is my “Default Setting”? Is it Love, Grace and Mercy?  Or does my “System” still have Writing on it left by the World?   Have I allowed Jesus to completely RESET the “Default Application” of my life to His Will?  Do I occasionally revert back to old Writing? Unfortunately, yes…, like a “system glitch” reverting back to a Default of “Unwanted”, or “Unloved”. But I know what to do to Jump straight back to get the Divine Reset!  I don’t have to remain in the glitch, waiting

Some people LASH OUT when they are troubled or life knocks them down, a few too many times. Some people LASH IN instead; they project all their frustrations inward. Neither scenario is healthy. When life comes at us, we instinctively throw up a Force Field, a Boundary, to Protect our most Sensitive parts. We LASH OUT and LASH IN to Guard ourselves. Going through life this way leads to the physical manifestations of trauma in our bodies. By not absorbing the hit, processi

Sometimes when a lightbulb is losing power or the connection becomes corroded, the light begins to flicker off and on. It won’t Shine steady until the connection is cleaned, secured and power steadily flows through it.  We are like this sometimes, or at least I have been. There was a time I allowed my “connection” to the Holy Spirit to become weakened by the world’s influence, causing His Light in me, to Flicker rather than Shine steady and bright. Corrosion comes on slow, l

Peggy invited me to her home for lunch one day.  I was just a young college student who worked with her at a local drug store.  She attended the same church as the owners of the store and worked part-time as a clerk.  She was a nice lady and so I went to her house to see what she wanted. She didn’t want anything from me; she wanted to give me one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received!  We started out having a sandwich at a little table outside her house and she prayed ove

The Missing Man, you cannot see. He gave his life, for you and me. An empty chair, a Solemn vow. For Freedom’s sake, he did endow. A single Rose, the color of Red. Represents the Blood that he Shed. The Bitter fate of Death and Loss. A Lemon wedge reveals the Cost. The Salt of earth, for you and me. The Family’s tears water every Tree. The Light of Hope lives in our Hearts. Kept alive so Liberty never parts. A cloth of Purity, white as snow. Helps us all through Trial and Woe

As I was listening to a sermon the other day, I kept seeing in my mind’s eye all these Wells with a Lid on them! The title of the sermon was, What are you Getting out of your Wel l? I wanted to yell out, “TAKE THE LID OFF!” But then I realized that many didn’t just have a lid on them; some had Boulders and Stones heaped on top of the lid, holding it down, for Containment.  Many of us have been living with a covered-up Well to protect what we cherish so much, not realizing th

When Truth is your Foundation, the Scaffolding stands Tall. Like a Fortress built on Virtue, the Structure is Seen by All. When Grace becomes the Window, you See the World through, The Pain of Life is Altered, the Lord Transforms your View. When Trusting in His Blessed Plan, your Faith grows ever Strong, Like the Glue holding you Together, Your Spirit sings His Song. When Light is all around you, the Darkness has to Flee, the Fakers and Pretenders, are Blinded and cannot See.

Seasons of Change make it hard to just Be; The Disconnect, delivers no Guarantee. The Cold isolation from a long Winter’s Chill, Is nothing short of the Bitterest Pill. But Growth is soon to Be made known, As healing comes and you become your Own. The Spring of Life is filled with Great Hope, As the cold slips away, making it easier to Cope. The Air is filled with the Newness of Re-Birth, As you step out in Faith and Lightness of Mirth. The Summer comes and you get Settled in

In quiet streams where whispers flow, With gentle grace and tender glow. My heart finds peace in stillness deep, Where faith and love in silence meet. With every ripple soft and slow, His healing touch begins to show. In patient trust, my soul is still, Resting safe within His will. Like gentle winds through bending reeds, His voice calms fear and meets my needs. In faith, I rise on whispered prayer, For in His care, there’s no despair. The waters flow, serene and mild, And i

They saw her Value, And Gleaned her Worth. They saw God’s Love, Shining in her Mirth. She saw herself in each of them, And grew in...

In battles where the shadows fall, We don the armor, heed the call. With Truth's Belt fastened tight and strong, And Righteousness, our heart prolong. The Gospel's Peace upon our feet, A Shield of Faith where doubts retreat. Salvation’s Helm guards thoughts from strife, The Spirit's Sword brings Truth to life. In Prayer's Embrace, our Strength is Found, In God’s great might, we’re safe and sound. Armored well, we face the fight, With Faith and Courage, standing bright.

When did all this Heartbreak start? Where did it Begin? Long ago, in a closet, trapped by others' Sin. What happened there, was not her Blame. A little girl forced, to wear their Shame.   Lies were told to tell a Tall Tale. Illusions meant to create a Dark Veil. A Yarn was spun, to weave a Great Coat. Not of Many Colors, but the Skin of a Goat. Pieced together with that Yarn made of Lies. Her innocence was stolen, she believed their Guise. Wearing it proudly, she well played

I remember the Arkansas Ice Storm of 2000.  It was an epic, catastrophic event that shut down our area for weeks.  I’m sure everyone who lived through it has very vivid memories.  My memories of it have to do with the miracle that God performed, as the world was crashing down around me. My five-year old son had spent the day, outside with my husband, preparing for the winter weather.  It was already cold, and we had a little snow on the ground, rare for Arkansas.  As evening

Have you ever seen this picture of Crater Lake, located in Oregon?  It is an iconic picture.  I remember visiting there as a young child with my family.  It is actually the crater of a dormant volcano, filled with water, making a beautiful clear lake.  There is a lone island out in the middle of the lake, like a mini volcano, inside the volcano.  Layers of earth are connecting the two together, beneath the blue waters. I was reminded of this visual image in my mind as I was d

You saw me Shining, Bright and Fair, The Light of Love, filling my every Care. Transformed by the Fires of Pain through Prayer, The Lord saw fit to make me His Heir. We could have together, Shined Brighter than ever! But you sought to Hurt and Diminish the Endeavor. Left alone, His Light Still Shines Bright, The Lord saw fit, to Give me His Will to Fight. His Purpose is Greater so I must share His Love, For all who Seek Him, will Fly like a Dove. Get Ready! His Power Surge is

Dr. Rowland Taylor was born in 1510, just a year after King Henry VIII became King of England. He died a Christian martyr on February 8, 1555, burned at the stake on the order of Queen Mary, King Henry VIII’s daughter by his first wife, Queen Catherine of Aragon. Queen Mary rose to power in 1553; during a time of confusion after the death of King Henry VIII. Queen Mary was a staunch Catholic, like her grandparents, King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella of Spain. She sought t

The day before her final breath, We gave her body a final bath. Three daughters who followed her winding road, Each Soul was fired carrying a different load. We all took different sideroads to Switchback home, Healed of our heartache, no more to roam. With the tender touch of Forgiveness and Love, The Savior touched us from Heaven above. She had unburdened her soul of the evil she wrought, God poured His Grace in and made her without spot. We bathed her body with Love and gr

My Dad was just a teenager when my grandfather committed suicide, a legacy that I almost repeated when I contemplated the same, many years ago. But God preserved me for a Purpose and His Grace and Mercy helped me to ask for help instead. That monumental decision led me to a Transformational Relationship with Jesus Christ a short while later when I made a Pivot in my life and decided to "give in" to Jesus instead of "give up" on myself. My Grandmother became bitter after losin

I saw this picture of a labradoodle stuck on an ice flow on the Detroit River on the internet and I wondered if people would be outraged if no one tried to save this dog? What would happen if the first responders just watched the dog float on by rather than attempt to save him? Would anyone care? Be outraged? People in distress are very much like this dog. Traumatized and vulnerable, unable to save themselves without help. Completely at the mercy of those around them, ju