Heart Strings, Praise, Prayer

In Response to Las Vegas Tragedy 10/1

6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phillipians 4:6-7 NIV I entered my office this morning as usual and lit a candle to remind me of the… Continue reading In Response to Las Vegas Tragedy 10/1

Faith

Jesus Throughout Scripture: {Deuteronomy 18:15}

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:14,16 NIV A VOICE FROM SCRIPTURE Along our journey through scripture we are listening and… Continue reading Jesus Throughout Scripture: {Deuteronomy 18:15}

Uncategorized

Waiting for a Miracle

Prodigal of Silence It's so quiet here in my office.  A Sunday afternoon.  The sunlight coming through the windows falls on the dark shadows that the lamp light doesn't reach.  I feel awkward here in the silence.  Isn't that strange?  Yet, it isn't because  hustle and bustle seems to be the heartbeat we all run… Continue reading Waiting for a Miracle

Healing, Let's Be Real, Let's Get Real, Memories, My Mess is a Message, Uncategorized

Surrendering the Stuffing

50 Before the years of famine came, two sons were born to Joseph by Asenath daughter of Potiphera, priest of On. 51 Joseph named his firstborn Manasseh and said, “It is because God has made me forget all my trouble and all my father’s household.” 52 The second son he named Ephraim and said, “It is because God… Continue reading Surrendering the Stuffing

Childhood Sexual Abuse, Courage, Facing Fear, Free Indeed, Healing, Let's Be Real, Masks, Memories, Using Your Voice, When A Woman Finds Her Voice

The Voice That Whispers Be Free

Once I gave my Dad a birthday card.  On the front of the card was a group of prisoners surrounded by a fence low to the ankles.  Behind them was a guard.  A cardboard prop.  The words on the sign said, "Moron Maximum Security Penitentiary."   When you opened it read.  "It's your birthday.  Be Free!"… Continue reading The Voice That Whispers Be Free