silent
inside Your heart
waiting
to hear Your will
watching
for the movement of Your voice Continue reading
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“Knowing How To Win”
no one told me – I was dead
no one told me – I was free from sin
no one told me – All that I had gained
when I believed – in Your Name Continue reading
“Whispers Of Freedom”
Soft
Words
Spoken over me
Soft
Words
Making me free
Soft
Words
Spoken over me
Soft
Words
Release His Kingdom from me
No excuse to live in bondage
No excuse to live in sin
No excuse to lose the fight
Cuz Jesus died for me to win
Do you hear His voice call out
Do you hear Him say your name
Do you look to Him to step
Or live your life as one big game
There’s a way to move
Inside His heart
There’s a way to listen
And do your part
Just hear His voice
And listen
Soft
Words
Spoken over me
Soft
Words
Making me free
Soft
Words
Spoken over me
Soft
Words
Reveal His Kingdom to me
“Let HIM Fight”
keys to the Kingdom
no lock can deny
power
authority
reveals what’s inside
Light exposes
what tries to hide
Light moves forward
the Kingdom inside Continue reading
“Freedom to Stay”
I’ve been set free
no turning back
I’ve found the way
where there’s no lack
depression gone
His joy remains
life lived without
any fear or pain Continue reading
Birth of a Song
I remember back when having kids: the closer I neared my due date, the more I rested. I wonder if rest is a catalyst for birth. Read on, and you’ll find out why. Continue reading
“Empty Altar”
a
sneaky
attack
of
offense
grows
into
unforgiveness
and
interrupts
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A Place to Hide
Earlier this week, something was said to me that wasn’t true, yet it made me cry. I spent time in my bedroom (away from the kids) and cried on my pillow: ready to give up dancing, ready to stay home, ready to be hidden. All of those feelings rose up in the tears, but since I knew they were all lies, I got over it and moved on…so I thought. Continue reading
Not Dying Out
When I first learned to make worship flags, it was really tough for me to create. My friend, David, is the one who taught me. I would be in front of the white silk, silent…afraid to put any color on at all. He would be nearby, encouraging me to think of different colors, styles, etc. It was SO hard for me, and then, after I learned, I was on my own.
The first time I dyed flags at my home, I wanted him there (simply because I didn’t think I could do it on my own), That first day, I called him so many times. I, literally, did not think I could do it, but then I remembered something I learned. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 