Sometimes, it’s easier praying for strangers than for people you know because when it’s people you know, you tend to want to ‘help God out’ by praying for what you “think” they need. Well, that happens to “me,” sometimes, and yesterday, something happened that made me wonder. Continue reading
Okay, this post will make me cry. How do I know? I’ve already started.
Some of you were blessed to meet Lee on Saturday. Some of you had no idea who he was. Well, Lee’s my homeless friend from Balboa Park.
Over a year ago, God led me to where Lee’d been staying in the park. We became friends, and as the Holy Spirit led, I’d visit Lee, and, eventually, invited him into my home (at times), so throughout the year, we’ve become even closer friends.
When he’d come over, he’d shower (forever); I’d wash his clothes, and he’d eat and rest for his next bout outside. After he heard I was moving to Texas, he began to stay for longer visits.
Since February, he’s stayed with us three times, and two of those times were for over a week. On April 14th, after being here the second time for a week, he spoke to me about a change he was going through. Continue reading
God has kissed
the simplest desires of my heart
the ones I would’ve
the ones I would’ve
turned away from
with His hand out
dancing all around
dipping each one in His love
twirling them into existence
for me to see
Well, I wasn’t going to write today because writing makes me tired, and I have a lot of flags to sew, so I decided to write a quick poem about what was going on in my heart, and as I read it, I began to weep.
I love it when my own poetry touches my heart.
As I was crying, I couldn’t get rid of what I wanted to write about, couldn’t push it to the side. I’d woken up with it, and evidently, the only way it’ll go away is through my fingers, so through these tears, I’ll give you my heart. Continue reading
business and identity
don’t always mix
being a daughter of the King
I know my worth Continue reading
when the world is seen through glasses
glasses of wine
glasses of beer
glasses of tequila
everything’s muttered through the liquid Continue reading
Many times, God will reveal to me insight on what to write about before the morning comes. This time, I sat in His Presence and waited for His direction.
Last night, after the workshop and a visit with a friend, a very close friend of mine had an emergency and needed to be picked up from a motel. I didn’t hesitate at all and barely broke any speed limit laws to get there.
When this person got in the car, there were tears. Right off the bat, I asked, “Do you need to spend the night?”, and said, “You don’t have to tell me anything.” Continue reading
sometimes I wonder
do they see me
or do they see my past
do they guard their men
because of who I was
do they know I’m pure
I will never be silent
or hold back my laughter
I will never run
because of what they think
Truth made me free
Truth breathes through my life
Truth will always stand
Truth lives inside of me
Over the years, I’ve learned how healing it was for me and the kids to sit around and play games together: we’d laugh at each other; poke fun; find out more about each other; etc., so I always want to share this healing experience with others: young and old, and last night, I was able to do just that. Continue reading