There’s something I want to write about but don’t have all the words roaming around inside (yet) but still feel led to write, so here we go.
Since some of you haven’t read all my posts, I’ll bring you up to speed. Continue reading
There’s something I want to write about but don’t have all the words roaming around inside (yet) but still feel led to write, so here we go.
Since some of you haven’t read all my posts, I’ll bring you up to speed. Continue reading
I don’t dance to feel God move; I dance because I’m moved by God.
The other night, I had a booth at the Rock. As much as I just wanted to “be” there for others, I was still short on rent and needed to sell some flags.
Right off the bat, a young woman stopped by the booth, entranced by the beauty of the flags. As I told her about them and about my testimony, she filled with joy!
She said, “No way! I’ve never heard anyone be so open like that. I used to be trafficked. No one’s ever said that! I’m just blown away right now! That just made my day! Thank you!” And I believe THAT is why I was supposed to be there, but still, I had hours left and flags to sell, so I was ready for the night (or so I thought). Continue reading
do you ever have those days
where being around people
is not an option Continue reading
(a song)
I’m not gonna
hide from pain
I’m not gonna
hear what they say
I’m not gonna
turn & walk away from You Continue reading
sometimes when I dance
I remember how I used to dance
not as a stripper
but when I first started dancing
for Him
has it changed?
does it matter?
as I grow closer
if that’s even possible
will the movements change
or is my dance
my dance
in the arms of Him
Who twirls me in His Love
sometimes people wonder
why I go up front with my flags
there’s something about FEELING the music
not just hearing it Continue reading
when I look inside my heart
I see meadows
and flowers
tall grass blowing in the breeze
clouds moving softly
to the motion of the angels
mountains in the distant
yet close enough to reach Continue reading
Recently, I was talking to a friend about the craft fair I’d set up a booth at, and she asked me, “Did you ask GOD if you should go to that fair?” Immediately, I began to answer yes but then thought about it and realized no.
The only thing I’d “asked” God was if I should take someone. I never really asked Him IF I should go at all. How interesting is that!
Then, I began to remember what exactly happened during that time frame when the decision was made, and the memory was embarrassing, but I’ll share it with you. Continue reading