I wonder if God waits for us to make the time for Him to fully move through us, to play with our imagination, to make His reality of heaven come to life here on earth. On the second day of my new job, I designed a new flag, and it’s absolutely gorgeous! And wouldn’t you know it: I argued with God about it. Continue reading
beauty
“Shining Light in the Past”
looking back and realizing
He was there
looking back and seeing
His hand in my life
not out to destroy me
not out to condemn me
God was there Continue reading
“Seed not Forgotten”
appearing dead
without water
burned to a crisp
lifeless Continue reading
“God’s Mirror”
seeing a sixty-five year old man age in an instant
as he ate without teeth
knowing I look the same
but different
subtly
the enemy attacks through a cracked door Continue reading
“America’s Back”
The beauty of our flag
waving in the wind
clouds rise in the background

Our country
has turned her back on God
and walked the other way
will she ever return
to His open arms of Love
destruction
chaos
ground that shakes
and people wonder why
founded in His arms
built in His Love
united in His principles
all forgotten in her lust
America without God
is just another nation
“A Part of Me”
Beauty undefined
but known within
gently singing a song
of elegance
Heart unhindered
by the pains of the past
becoming love like the
Father inside
Loving without receiving
giving without wanting
hugging without needing
human contact
Mothering through heaven
caring for each soul
spending time, being
one with them
Trust not foreign
purity woven throughout
integrity, wholeness
joy abounds
Living without limit
Loving without boundaries
while God’s plan unravels
beneath each step
Learning to Dance
Last night, the beauty of JC’s Girls at the Rock was revealed again. Our ministry isn’t only there for those currently in the strip clubs. Our ministry reaches out to all women and men who need to know God loves them right where they’re at. But when you have a past similar to mine, fitting into a church family may be difficult.
I remember the simple act of stopping by 7-Eleven. The music would sound through the speaker, and my body would instantly move, while thoughts of sex would enter my mind. This was very normal to me. Continue reading
Would You Care to Dance?
Yesterday, on my lunch, I met Emil to dance at St. Paul’s Villa, a home for seniors. They had ballroom dancing: waltz, tango, etc. If you’ve never been to a dance at a senior home, you may not know what to imagine as you read, so let me outline a picture for you, and you can add your own color. Continue reading
“Standing Tall”
kneeling
in shame
afraid to look up
kneeling
in sorrow
not knowing how to live
kneeling
to teach
face to face – eye to eye
kneeling
to listen
to the small voice that cries
kneeling
in awe
of being loved by Him
kneeling
in Reverence
of Who He is: I AM
