Joy For The Ashes ...

Do you pray for miracles?

I guess that's a silly question.   We all want to see miracles happen in our lives. 

I pray almost daily for miracles of all sorts. 

There is a story in Genesis about Abraham and Sarah.   They had given up on having a child, yet in their old age God blessed them with a miracle baby!

They even named this baby Isaac, because even the idea of being pregnant in her 90's made Sarah laugh out loud.

Isaac's name means laughter.

Today we would say she LOL'd. 

He was the joy of her life.

His very existence brought joyfulness and happiness and gladness into their lives.

The miracle she had prayed for unceasingly in her younger and barren years ... the miracle she had given up on ever happening ... she now held in her arms.

God had answered their prayers in His own time and for His own purpose. 

In the process, He also proved to Abraham and Sarah that He could do anything.


He proved that nothing was impossible for Him.

Then one day God asked Abraham to d…

Letting Go

A few days ago I walked out  my front door and there was a piece of paper laying on my doorstep.
I picked it up wondering what the what!?
There was a message on it from a stranger asking me to call him. 
He wanted to talk with me about the concrete bench that has been sitting in my front yard for years.  It's been there from way before I owned this house.
I had jury duty and was on my way to the court house to do my duty (which is a whole 'nother story), so I didn't call right then.
I forgot about it for a day or two.  When it came to my mind again, I picked up my phone and called.
The gentleman that answered the phone told me that his wife's great great grandfather had actually made the bench.   He wanted to buy it, if I would sell it, because it was their anniversary and he wanted to surprise her with it.
I thought about it and said "sure, why not?"  We agreed on a price and he said he would be back in touch and come pick it up some time later.
He came tod…

Outrageous Belief Too

It's been a week... a long week.   A week full of battle and gore.
Last weekend a friend and I prayed fervently for a group of women as a whole and some others by name.   We prayed for each other and our families.
I woke the next day in the most foul mood I have had in forever.
Although that very day we had proof that God had heard our prayers and answered some of it already, the foul mood followed me  all week.
The attack was spiritual and I knew it.   I'm not quite sure why I didn't remember to use my armor.
I had to show up at the local court house for jury duty on Tuesday.   
I was chosen along with several others to go through the Voir Dire process where they ask a lot of questions to determine who they should select for the jury.   
I've been called for jury duty several times over my life and never been chosen to actually serve.
This was a criminal case involving trafficking.   
I prayed "Lord, if you want me on this jury, it's in Your hands…


At some point we have to answer the same question that Jesus posed to His disciples "Who do you say that I am?" I think He meant more than what they said about Him, but also what they actually and truly believed in their hearts about Him. If I say "You are the Son of God, my Savior, my Redeemer, my Provider" it doesn't mean a thing unless I actually and truly believe it in my heart. It doesn't mean a thing unless I live my life like I believe it with all my heart. When the Holy Spirit fell with a rushing wind and tongues of fire on the disciples on the day of Pentecost, their faith became a powerhouse that enabled them to live the rest of their lives teaching and speaking and unceasingly sharing Jesus, and performing miracles regardless of the personal consequences that befell them. We have the same Holy Spirit power within us. So how do you answer the question from Jesus? Who do you say that He is? How does that affect the rest of your life? #outrageousbel…

Fireflies and Snipe Hunts

Accidents happen.  Sickness overwhelms us.  Violence fills our TV screens and social media every day.

People die.   People are seriously injured. 

Even the very young.

Those that are left behind grieve horribly and our hearts break.

Today I was in a conversation with a couple of young ladies.  We were talking about the  recent deaths of local teenagers and also about the school shootings that have occurred. 

One  sad young lady told me that these are the reasons she doesn't want to have children.

She didn't want them to live in a world where these horrible things happen.

She didn't want her children to die young and untimely deaths.

Wanting to protect possible future children, she is thinking of never having them at all.

I immediately thought of my brother and sister who both passed away as young adults.   Greg at 24 and Karen at age 19.

It was horrible.  It was unbearable, yet my parents and my siblings and I were called to bear it.

Decades later I still feel a bittersw…

Righteousness and Peace Kiss

Psalm 85 [Psa 85:4, 6-7, 9-13 NKJV] 4 Restore us, O God of our salvation, And cause Your anger toward us to cease. ... 6 Will You not revive us again, That Your people may rejoice in You? 7 Show us Your mercy, LORD, And grant us Your salvation. ... 9 Surely His salvation [is] near to those who fear Him, That glory may dwell in our land. 10 Mercy and truth have met together; Righteousness and peace have kissed. 11 Truth shall spring out of the earth, And righteousness shall look down from heaven. 12 Yes, the LORD will give [what is] good; And our land will yield its increase. 13 Righteousness will go before Him, And shall make His footsteps [our] pathway.
His people had once again been rebellious, just as we all can be. They were held captive by their sin, yet they longed for their relationship with God to be restored. I can relate. I have times in my life when my relationship with Him is not what it should be. Times when I just want to hide from Him even though everything…


We go about our lives letting every little thing filter into our thoughts and into our attitudes. 

From dreading the Monday morning alarm going off, to worrying about relationships, finances, paying the bills. Can we afford groceries this week? Will we be able to pay for the kid’s new clothes, shoes? Oh wow! The car needs gas. Again? For Heaven’s sake, a birthday or holiday is coming up! How will we manage that? The doctor’s report? Not to mention the normal every day stuff that goes along with co-workers, friends, “the boss”, birth, death, taxes. Did I mess that up? Did I say or do the wrong thing? Is he / she mad? Will I get to keep my job? Does he / she love me? I’m not good enough. Am I pretty enough? How did I get into this mess? Again!?
The list is endless. At least it seems that way to us.
These not so little things add up and become giant crashing waves in our lives.
We let life get in the way of living.
Worry and dread are nothing more than the devil attempting to distract us from…