The price You paid
for me to walk this way
to follow You
to follow You
The blood You shed
for me to be set free
to follow You
to follow You Continue reading
The price You paid
for me to walk this way
to follow You
to follow You
The blood You shed
for me to be set free
to follow You
to follow You Continue reading
Yesterday, God had more than one encounter lined up for me, but the one I’ll share with you now is the one with Lee. When I walked up to him, he was asleep, slumped in his chair. I’m so glad he has a chair to be slumped in, but at the same time, my heart wants him to have a bed. I gently woke him, and he rose to give me his seat..such a gentleman. While he situated himself on the ground, I sat down, and we began to talk. Continue reading
When I think back
to dancing on stage
the thought of dancing with flags
didn’t exist
When I think back
to drinking every night Continue reading
Probably since in the womb, when music would play, my body would move. I have always loved to dance, but when I became a Christian, I had heard that dancing was bad. Well, in most of my life, it had been, so when worship music would come on, my body would move to the rhythm, but I would control it because of the feelings that would overcome me.
When my body would move to the sound of worship, I would feel dirty…filthy…like I wanted attention, money, sex, so I would do my best to stop the movement but didn’t know how to stop the negative feelings associated with it and never spoke a word about it to anyone. Continue reading
For three years, since I moved into this place, I’ve left my car unlocked in the driveway. The street has always been safe, until now.
Yesterday morning, when I reached the car to leave for work, I realized someone had been in it: glove box junk taken out, napkins and cigarette ashes on the seat, cd holder open, etc. The only thing worth taking (for a non believer) was the loose change, which the person took. Immediately, I thought, “This won’t affect me. I know who I am in Christ,” and carried on with my morning.
I warned Katie what happened, told her to be careful, and left for work. As I was talking to God, I realized…it affected me, Continue reading
No more counterfeit
after feeling this love
no other thing
will fool me
Love
freely given
without words
deeply known
no question
Disciples
by their love
showing me
the heart of Jesus
Where does creativity come from
How does it grow
Out of love
First Love from Him
encouraged by
friends: the wind that carries my flight
Yesterday, Kyle took me to the symphony. I was honored: honored to be thought of, honored to be asked, honored to be with him. In talking with a volunteer, I learned that the theater has been there since 1928; the hotel and lobby have been built around it. It was beautiful, and the music played was outstanding.
During the concert, as I watched each artist, I noticed their body movement. Not only did they play the notes but also moved their bodies with the music differently. Continue reading
Last weekend, during Activate, I was loving on people with a group in Carlsbad, and along our journey of love, we came across some artists, who had set up shop in a grassy area to display and sell their art. Have you ever encountered a moment when someone else’s passion touched a hidden part of your heart to where you KNEW it was from God? Let me take you to “my” moment. Continue reading
A glance at my reflection
disappointment
sadness
insecurity
Growth
A glance at my reflection
confidence
assurance
peace
Growth
A glance at my reflection
aging
grayness
wrinkles
Growth
Without the mirror
beauty remains
learning to see
Peace