Freedom of Twelve

As most of you know, Nathan turned twelve on Friday. In celebrating his birth, I celebrated a personal freedom that I had never experienced before. Let me explain.

When I was twelve, something happened that changed the course of my life forever: I had sex. Emotionally, I wasn’t ready. Physically, I wasn’t ready. Spiritually, I wasn’t ready, but it happened, and that experience took me on a journey of confusion, and every so often, I’ve been reminded of it. Continue reading

“My Dance with Jesus”

When the music begins
it warms my heart
and I think of the
way You love me

I unravel my flags
and lift them to fall
in the romance I have
with You

As the silk flutters
and flows through the air
I’m reminded of
how You see me:

Beautiful ~ untouched by the pains of this world
because I’m covered in Your love

Wholesome ~ a virgin of the heart waiting for love
purified by the flow of Your blood

Loving ~ becoming like You more and more
as I listen to the hearts that need You

What You’ve done in my life
pours through every move
and renews every moment
I dance:

in Your sight
through Your heart
in my mind

Watch me, LORD
Dance with me
Receive my honor and praise
for the way You
mold me into Your love
and release me to
change the world

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Mindsets

“Mindsets”

Twisted
believing a lie
that goes against
Truth from the beginning

Prideful
false humility
denying the blessing
from an open hand

Lustful
seeking, wanting
holding on to man
for God’s precious love

Wholeness
living in Christ’s mind
existing through His heart
becoming Love as He is

Freedom!

 

 

“Power of Love”

“Power of Love”

Weeping
the touch of His gaze
the showers of His love
drenching me

Friendships
so much love
created by Him
to become Love

Family
chosen by Him
woven together
breathing, walking
as ONE

Sobbing
overwhelming care
feeling His gaze
knowing His Love
FREEDOM

Will Not Return Void

Every day, when I go to work, that’s only part of my day. God has this amazing way of setting up encounters from the car into work, during my lunch, and from work to the car, and one of these encounters involved meeting a homeless man named Cedric.

The first time I met him, he appeared to be grumpy and didn’t want prayer. When I meet people like that, I continue to build a relationship with them, I just won’t offer prayer…won’t even talk about God, and then one day, all of that changed.  Continue reading