I cling to this today, in a world of uncertainty I find myself in prayer. I shall not live in fear, letting go of all at the cross on Calvary.
I find solace in the throne room right at my Father’s feet. I know without a doubt I can trust my unknown future to a very known God. The world may seem crazed, I just have to keep my focus on praising Him in His name! Father “thy will be done”.
This new world order is what must be for you to fulfill things I can not see. I am on bended knee, with faith over fear. You always have our best at heart, you have it down to an art. Even though we can not see the whole picture, you are holding the finished masterpiece in the palm of your hand! On this your truth I stand!
We woke with so much to be grateful for today, so from our house in Spokane Washington Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have many laughs, and heartfelt memories!
May your house be filled with love, and tummies filled with yummies. I love being part of WP. Thought I would stop in, and say thank you for the little reprieve I find inside in here daily. I have made some genuine friendships inside here, and I am so blessed.
So be blessed today! I will enter his gates with Thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter His gates with Praise! 🙏🏻🦃🍽🍁
Psalm 9:1. I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; …
The countless ways I could say God’s love for us is never changing, nothing will be able to seperate us from the love of God
There is no greater love known to man, we can try hard to mimic it but really as humans that is quite a strecth. It is equlivalant of no equation that the human brain can comprehend
The beauty of simplicity brings me down to my knees. I will praise you all eternity. And Lord I love you. Because you first loved me, the switch in my heart has been set to on
Your love oh Lord is consistent, you are the alpha, and the omega. You are fixed in the ways you love your children
Your love is magestic in stature and like the mighty mountains, and more vast than any sea, there is no depth of height that it knows
Nailed to a cross, you drank from that bitter cup. Your frail, broken boned body hung, and your blood was poured. You wore all the sin, and the weight of the world upon that cross, so all our sins would be washed away
Your love Lord steadfast all you ask is for all of your children to know that if not now, one day every knee shall bow, every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord. You want your gospel shared
May I illumate the light of my Lord, so glaringly bright that it could blind the blind. Making birds scamper, and squirrels run. People point, stop and stare. Look at her set apart, angels singing all around her with harps. Melodic sounds, and my crown so beautifully adorned with jewels of all sorts. For I am the daughter of a great King. As much as he professesses His love for me, I too want all to see, I love him forever
His love is greater than any love known to man which comes with God’s sovereignty. All in all omniscient, an ever lasting love-Unconditional!
Uniformity is rare, but Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord Romans 8:38-39
Redemption, redeemed. The song below was played on our wedding day. The lyrics are absolutely beautiful. I can’t imagine not being a believer in these days in time. Salvation, Jesus saved me. Jesus saves, period! The most broken, weary soul He will restore!
These times we live in are perilous. They are daunting, and are trying on the spirit. So Holy Spirit fall fresh on me. For you are how I get through all the things I have seen on tv as of recent that can’t be unseen. Jesus this world needs your unconditional love, that comes from receiving you at the cross.
Reflection today brings me to my salvation that came from your redemption! This all allows my spirit to be set free.
I have been down roads shard with glass, with no shoes or socks. My bare feet sliced, and slit to bits. Bleeding in pools of blood I smeared. Slippery. Nothing I could do to get around them. Like a thorn in my foot, festered and diseased. Still wasn’t enough to bring me to my knees
I have been down roads with molten lava spilling its venom fast with fiery. Eating away my skin, bone exposed. Stubborn was my walk, rot with balm of waste garbage. Still not enough to bring me to my knees
I have been down roads so desolate, and dark. I could not see anything. It was as black as black could be. My depth perception was left behind. No hindsight is 20/20 then for me. I was blind to the road I trekked. Still not enough to bring me to my knees
I have been down roads with the roughest terrain. Lost, my compass broken. No skip in my step. No bounce left. My shoes, had set place in the most ill place. I could not see up from down, my life was spun inside out
I had been down every road at this point, running from God with shame as my sprint. I was out of breath, and so bent. Tears were bleeding my soul dry. It was time to fall to my knees, plea. The soil beneath toxic with weeds, wanting to crawl to my neck in strangulation to my death. Coffin open waiting for me
It was on my knees that God cleared the ground underneath, gave me a few breaths of reprieve. He lit the area around my body, and I was able to see. I knew it was time to give in. I tossed him my running shoes. He gently lifted my chin, and wiped away my tears. He lifted all the years I allowed the locusts to eat away. He wiped the dirt from my face, and gave me a drink from His canteen. Freshest water succumbed my soul. Seeped deep my lifeless body. Whole
It was on my knees God restored my sanity. He broke my chains, and shackles were cut. He gave me the gift of new life. My slate of compass crazed ways was wiped clean. Resorted back to health. Feeble no longer. In His eyes He had already forgot I had been on the run. It was done
Job 4:4 Your words have upheld him who was stumbling, and you have made firm the feeble knees.
It’s never to late to show up in need, and desire of God’s will for your life. In an instant you can change your hearts beat. Pray for Him to meet you in your strife. God will show up. He is that gracious of a Father. So just holla’!
He will be there, not in an year. Not even a month, He will not let even a week pass by. Days nope, not hours, nor minutes He will not stall. He hears your cry for help. He will be there in the midst of your yelp!
For God’s address is NOW!
I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Psalm 116:1
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!
Collared in God’s love. For years I was on the run. Enraptured by grace I stopped long enough to see His face.
The collar around my neck finally loosened with His grace. I was panting for my run was so long, and hardcore. I was no longer bound by my own noose. I called a truce.
I was finally caught at the cross, and he leashed my heart. Lassoed it, with the bond of his mercy so great. I knew I was free, I was able to put my old scraggly running shoes in the garbage. The soles were worn through to my barren feet blistered, and calloused. No more malice, or insanity as I prayed for God to free my heart. Collared in God’s love.
Family and friends being evacuated near, and far. Air quality looming over at its poorest. The Pacific Northwest has been set ablaze. From California to Washington State, this is just a taste as it has only just begun. Our world is spun
Panic sets as people/pets retreat to safety as 1000’s upon 1000’s of acres burn wild. Home after home, structure after structure sit a charcoaled mess. Memories go up in flames. Ash soaked streets. First responders tire. People’s hearts are deflated in this time. It has been quite relentless
Got a call text from a daughter, it reads “I tested positive.” This is the second of ours. Our hearts sink. She is autoimmune compromised. Yet none of this is coming as a surprise. It is the times we live in
Reading the plume air report for Portland knowing it reached a records worse, on its way here per the usual. All windows will have to be shut, and we will be shut ins ourselves until it passes over the valley our city is nestled in
As I sat here in prayer for our people, country, state, family, and friends. One picture on the news stands out so vivid. A small farming town of Malden about 30 miles east of us was caught off guard with the fires coming at them in 3 different directions. 80% of their city is gone. It literally is laying in ruins. Then as the news casters camera geared left from the wreckage, there it stood as white as could be. The city was black, and air was even blacker, yet there stood in all its beauty the town church. The contrast was glaring from dark to light as it stood stark white. It is now the building being used to house people in. So the government can try, and shut our churches down all they wish. This one still stands, and in God we trust. God makes the call, and this is His land. That church in all its glory still stands. It will be the most vital part of the uprise of the little farming town in Malden. God is writing Malden’s story
So I don’t fear, for the word of God is clear. No matter how much our world is spun. Now I will call my mom, who works at the largest hospital in all of Spokane. She sits right at the front desk, she has for 15 years been the first contact for people. Her stories in these perilous times, are almost deplorable. Woman sobbing inconsolably into her arms, and needing to pray with her as the chaplain is caught up with another in horror of their life
God rest the weary souls, and keep revealing how your story unfolds. Every knee shall bow, and you are stirring up your people. I will just keep looking up, and keep my eyes focused on the cross, and stay in prayer for those with great loss, and who are lost. Now is the time, all we have to do is turn on our television to see that our world is undone
I can’t wait to keep updated on the city of Malden, and that beautiful church rich with white. I will not keep you, God out of my sight. May your people unite, enough of this strife. Come together in love, grace, and mercy. People are grieving, hearts are screaming. People are crazed. They need the comfort of the cross, for there is the blanket of unconditional love. Faith moves mountains, and it can be as small as a mustard seed. I pray you all see what God wants you to see, hear what he wants you to hear, taste what he wants you taste. Don’t let another tear fall thinking it has gone to waist
A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven. Charles R. Swindoll
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
I love writing, and I feel I was given an artistic gift. Not everyone can write, just like not everyone is not good at math ie; ME! I am horrible at math. I use my fingers, and my toes to help me with my addition. It is quite taxing on me actually, play on words.
I do though have a natural gift of creating. My mind works well with my hands in making things. In this last 6 months I was blessed to be given 100’s if not 1000’s of beads, strings, shells, watch faces, buttons, glitter tubes, keys, basically anything used to create, and make anything art.
My beautiful mother-in-law was an artist in Spokane. She set up her tent at Art on the Green, and many art shows. She even made her way down to San Francisco for art shows. She made beautiful jewelry, shadow boxes, and pieces that are so original to her creative mind. She majored in art at the University Illinois.
Sadly she does not have memory of her art days, nor her old loom that she weaved on that sat in her living room for years when her boys were in grade school. Nor does she remember her last job as a graphic artist for United Airlines. She has dementia, and her hands would not even remember how to create. It so so sad for all of us. My husband tears up just talking of his mom. She was recently placed in assisted living. It was one of the hardest things we have had to do.
So with all this I feel so blessed. I inherited all of her art supplies, and even the beautiful antique desk she used to make her pieces on. I have more than what I even know what to do with. I did find I have a gift in making shadow boxes myself. We are going through that period in life where all of our friends parents are aging, and some even passing on. We just lost my father-in-law 9 months ago. It has been a rough year for the Boyd’s. Another reason I feel so honored to have all of her art at my own disposal. I will be the one to carry on her legacy to the best of my ability what she no longer has a comprehension of. When I was gifted all this I was amazed at all she had. As well looking at her pieces we adorned our own walls with. She is one of the most talented woman I have had the pleasure of knowing. She is an amazingly talented beautiful 85 year old woman. Her mind may be going, but she leaves behind remnants all over of what her mind once could do. I don’t take this life for granted, for we never know the day or hour we might be called home. Life is precious. I will cherish it until my very last breath! “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.” – Sophia Loren
As the bible verse goes, “taste and see that the Lord is good.” Well I am here to tell you with all confidence this is so true in my life today. He moves mountains. From my vantage point I can see miracles being worked in circles around my life. I don’t have to live in chaos or strife
My hope keeps me alive, and faith drives me to strive. For my God His mercies are new every morning. He helps keep my feet firmly planted in the best top soil. I would not ever wish to spoil this light of the spirit that swells in me, and through me today. For I sing praise of His name, all the days of my life
I have no expectation of man for we are all the same, and man will fail. My faith has been restored for my Lord his love never fails. It endures forever. The proof is the sacrifice of His own son. Hung on a cross, crown of thorns. Nails driven through His hands, and His feet. Beaten until his last breath. He died so that I might if I have enough belief can too, have life eternal
How great my Father’s love for me. He loves me unconditionally, and I in turn say “thy will, not mine be done”. As the sun rises, and sets, so is the beauty of God’s grace for thee. Little ol’ me, I was once was so lost. Oh it chases me down fights till’ I am found, leaves the 99. From ashes to beauty how could I not trust, as God saved a wretch like me