In The Beginning Was The Word

I’ve made a decision. I’m just going to do it. IMG_1097

I read about other women that are participating too.

We are all in need. We all want to know Him better.

This is the year. The year that I organize, energize, and memorize.

The year I am reminded of the beauty of the Word.

We are participating in the Jesus Project. You can read all about here.

Consider joining us in this journey to know Jesus more?

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  John 1:1



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When I don’t understand…

and for when I do.

For when I ask, why…

when the bottom has fallen out-

as well as with unexpected joys.

When the words don’t make sense

or the events take a turn I didn’t plan.

When the tears fall….

or when peace wraps around me like a blanket.

For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.              1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV








A Place That Always Feels Like Home

Sometimes, friends come to us…

in ways we might not expect.

Through written words.

Through small, thoughtful gestures.

Through a voice on the phone, across the street or across the miles.

Through a hug, when it’s needed the most, and nothing else will do.

Friendship crosses gender barriers, racial barriers,

economic barriers, age barriers,

time and distance.

Friendship plants itself deep in the heart…

A place that always feels like home.

Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart,
   and the pleasantness of a friend
   springs from their heartfelt advice.  Proverbs 27:9  NIV

When I’m Covered In Slime

Rock Climbing in Dali

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I have been rereading the archives of, A Holy Experience. There are some writers, whose words beg for me to see with my spirit and not just with my eyes. The words fall across the screen (or the page)  and go straight to the heart. There they set. Words that  stay with me, as I am reminded of what is fresh…and what is real.

On March 11th of this year I read Ann Voskamp’s post on “What Happy Homemakers Know”.  Lest you think that this post was only about stay at home moms, consider this…”Saying Yes will mean a mess.”

After all, isn’t that life?

Life is a mess because people live there.

People are messy.

Thoughts and feelings, emotions and bonds. Relationships and regrets.

Tears and laughter. Joy and pain. All time highs, and unspeakable lows.

Saying Yes can make a mess.

And it usually does.

And not just with houses, but with hearts.

It is in my imperfection and mess that God is much more real to me, in my day to day living.

He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.

Psalm 40:2  NIV

I love this verse. It might seem like a strange verse to admit to loving….but, I do.

He lifted me out of a slimy pit. What a great word picture.

How many times have I tried, on my own, to scratch and claw my way out?  The walls of the day to day, slick with slime and unable to keep my grip,  I fall backwards into the pit. Frustrated. Aggravated. Irritated. I am covered in mess. My mess.

And yet…

He reaches down. Not He reached down, as in the past. He reaches down, as in the here and now. He continues to reach…because I continue to make messes.

He gives me a firm place to stand.

He, and He alone, is that rock.

It is His love that changes me. He takes my mistakes, which are many…  He creates in me, beauty, where beauty did not formerly exist.

Yes, Lord…I say yes to you. You are the only One whose grip is greater than the deepest pit.


Won’t you join us, as we discuss love?

Life Is Messy

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Things happen.

Plans change.

Life is messy.


I suppose I should take this as a sign that you were only meant to read the first three lines of my blog post and that is it.

So be it.

Everyone, have a wonderful Friday…and I hope that my deeply profound blog post for today has touched you.

It’s all about perspective after all.


Simply Love…

Love for Arts

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“Le Prix d’Amour, C’est Seulement Amour.”

The price of love, is simply…love.

Family. Unconditional love. Safe and secure.

Growing up, I never doubted love.

I was seventeen.

He held my hand. We shared a kiss.

The sweet tenderness of young love.

I was a young woman dressed in white, a young man at the end of the aisle.

We faced each other and declared our love.

Until death do us part.

The nurse handed the wrinkled bundle of baby boy to me.

I, as mother, looked at my newborn and love enveloped my heart.

Love tries again. Second chances are real. I step out into love.

Love for those I surround myself with.

Agape for my fellow man.

Love and thanksgiving to God.

….And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (I Corinthians 13 :13)