Dance in the rain, make lemonade out of lemons, let’s do it…hear the rhythm of your heartbeat

The storm brews overhead, lean into Him

We as people have these sayings learn to “dance in the rain“, “a great storm is like a sunny day to a person of great faith,” “learn to make lemonade out of lemons,” and so on. There are so many analogies that can be gripped with a heart of God when the wind has been taken out of our sails. We often look out on a sunny day, and see no light. We can indeed learn to grow, if we will our heart to God’s. Even in an overgrown garden rot with weeds, we can still be nurtured. The seed is there, and ready to flourish. It all started in the Garden

Don’t harden your hearts to what our potters hands may be crafting in us. What might at times seem like a crushing of our spirit just may be a time of refinement. It may be a time of the nourishing of our soul to help us grow. We need to draw near to God, and find hope in these trying times. If we can identify with God that He indeed is doing a great work up on our spirit than we will see the His face, all grace

Hear it, heed to it, and do it. Do the next right thing. Get on your rain boots, and go dance in the down pour of the rain, relentless. Look out your window, and soak up the sun of the most beautiful God given day, give thanks. Grab all the lemons life has given you, and squeeze until they can’t be squeezed anymore making the best homemade lemonade. Pleasing to every pallet. Let the sower do the work in the garden of our hearts

Know that there are seasons in life, that pass with time. We will if we persevere feel the wind in our sails be gifted with warm airs breeze from our Heavenly Father. He will walk on water, and be our rescue in the midst of any storm. We don’t have to get used to living underneath the surface. God has this season for a purpose. We don’t have be overwhelmed by the oceans shapeless form. For everything under heaven is God’s. He has us in every circumstance, so let’s all dance today to the rhythm in our heartbeat to our own storms. Learn to praise Him no matter where life may have us, it’s just a gust we must learn to trust

give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18


Amazing Grace

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My chains are broke I have been set free, you were tethered there on Calvary
I owed a debt I could not pay, you paid the debt. You died for me, bound by your blood. The worlds sin you wore

Fastened life so that I could know, your love for me is much greater than any I could ever know

Had to drink from that bitter cup. Your hands and feet struck with nails bind. Crown of thorns pushed into you head, whips and lashings. Leashed for me, streamed blood

Secured the salvation of all who believe with the blood soaked cross you bore. Until your head could no longer hang your last words said “it is finished”

Your ties were cut. You lifeless blood drained body placed in the tomb. Mary grieved her son. Tears were shed, you were dead. All this upon a cross for the lost

This is not the end of the story. Proof of life, and stamp of love. You rose again, restrained no more. Mercy reigns forever, love walks. Walks on water, and all the earth. The good news spreads, “He is Risen”

Tomb was rolled away, and your gospel shared without fetter. Disciples of you in sandals trekked eager to speak of amazing grace, and endless love, chilling I get goose bumps thinking of your unconditional love

Amazing Grace

Say it isn’t so….SNOW!

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Say it isn’t so, old man winter is rearing its ugly head abruptly this year. I can’t remember a winter it snowed before Halloween, let alone this early since I was a kid

The city is bustling to tire shops. They will be booked out for days in service of the great swap. From regular tires, to studs. What a dud this put on all of our moods. It is just way too soon

Say it isn’t so, SNOW. A winter storm warning has been put in effect. So as well we are praying about the safety of our move. Up on the 3rd floor of very steep stairs, the slightest wet. You bet someone is bound to fall. We may be at a stall until the following weekend

Hustling in trade of autumn clothing, getting out my winter thermals. As well my beanies, boots, and gloves. It just managed to sneak up on us. So yeah we are in a fuss

Say it is isn’t so, SNOW. 26 degrees oh please allow all power to stay in tact, and the trees to still stand. They scare in read of treacherous driving conditions. Stay off the road they plead. Flu season will be rampant with the temperature dropping so drastically. Is old man winter laughing sarcastically? We are all in a state of panic, out getting all we need

Guzzling down the warmth of my coffee, getting my body ramped up to go out to get our necessities. I am no fool to winters plea. I have vivid memories of winter storm warnings. Reminded how it sweeps in with a vengeance. Mornings with an Alaskan cold front too cold or dangerous to go out, waking to the power being out. It is freaking cold, chilled to the bone. Too old to be excited with a childlike thrill. I know the drill

Say it isn’t so, SNOW. Maybe some excitement for the little kids. They love the first snowfall, the flakes all different shapes and sizes. Puffy kids bumbled in snowsuits in their front yards in build of a snowman. I guess I am too old, too cold, and honestly a little shocked

Lord God, is there any way to make this stop? I am snuggled up in my blanket. Just can’t shake this, and I believe from the news I see we were all totally caught off guard. Oh Lord this is all in your hands. For you are the creator of all the seasons, and you decided to make our winter appear. Help us ready, and trust. Help us be prepared, allow for everyone to get a slot in snow tires long appointment books. For this is really off the hook

Say it isn’t, Snow! Not yet!

“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.” Genesis 8:22

Keep on keeping on in Him

I am just going to say the closer I get to Jesus, and the more I read my Bible the more it piques my heart and soul to know Him more! I am madly in love with the Lord! He changed my life for the good!

I can’t wait until one day I get to see His face, and He shall say “well done good and faithful servant”. This is what I strive for each, and every day. I have to keep on keeping on in Him.

Simple, and sweet! Blessing in Him for a rad week WP friends.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:7-8

New growth, no matter the climate I am growing in Him

My feet sink deep into your earth, firmly taking root. Soil bed I lay, nurtured there. Under gardener’s care

The ground kept watered generously, waiting to unveil life blossoms within me

From a shoot to a flower in full bloom. Vibrant in color, a kindergarteners best kept crayon

Fertilized, and nursed to keep disease at bay. New growth daily. Blessed is my keeper, as I am taking heed to the need of nurture. Bright future

Fervent I grow, and fervent He keeps me. The soil that swaddles my new growth keeps my leaves from withering 

Storms pass, and winds blow. Wanting to steal my beauty, make my petals not cower. One day I will be placed in a meadow deep. Just not yet, not at this hour

Soiled in the the seed it is now permiated into my roots, giving me the boost to keep growing. Reaping what I sow

I will not wither, fade, or ebb. I shall stand tall within my root bed allowing to be fed, and fostered. People are turning their heads, they see color in me

For I am firmly rooted, soils bed has fertilized my core. Beyond any compare. Stare and gaze, at the gardener’s hand. All His plan. Me just willing to be the soot for His making

Peace in the watered bed of soil I lay today, and everyday. May the storm pass fast, stalk not dwindle

Flourish not flounder in my pot of life, shears keeping pruning. Grooming. Vibrant no matter the weather’s climate, catching every passerby eyes they see new growth blooming

One day at time I keep growing, and blossoming in Him
The purpose in the growth is to become a beautiful flower

As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
Psalm 103:15

Bridges of life…if you build it they will come

Two bridges in the same State Park. One is a man made structure with beams, and construction materials for support. The other is made from the land we hiked. With limbs from trees, and branches. Both unique in their beauty. Like that of the bridges of life. Some are made by others structurally sound for the crossing. Some are a walk of faith. Each step creeks with forward movement. Yet we need at times to cross them both.

The beauty in that of the bridges of life. Never be to quick to burn a bridge, for the rebuilding may not come to pass. Trudge the bridge, like you trudge through life. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other. In stride…maybe with a friend by your side. Mine is God He walks all the bridges of life with me, hand in hand. We always make is safely to the other side, it may not be the route I expected to be on. As I look back, I can see why God chose that particular way or path for me. For He always has had my best at heart

Photo Credit me; Riverside State Park. Spokane Wa. Hiking the massive terrain. One on a beautiful summer day when the trails are endless with hikers detours left and right. The other on a brisk winter day. The bridge of branches covered with frozen snow. Both beautiful in their own right. Both walked over, and we made it safe to the other side..

Am I? Yes!

Am I a little thrown off?

Am I a little anxious within?

Am I a little more tired than usual?

Am I a little nervous of my fever going up as I get dressed?

Am I a little aggravated that I have to be seen as an emergent patient with post double mastectomy trauma?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes! I over did it!

Am I trying to allow God to help me think with clarity of mind?

Am I trying to pray for my anxiety to be stripped from within, for the fear to subside?

Am I trying to muster all the strength I can in Him, knowing He will carry me if need be?

Am I trying to trust God with my fever, and all the pain I am in?

Am I trying to turn my will, and my life over to God and say “thy will be done?”

Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes! I over did it, “Thy will be done!”

Shut-ins again!

Spokane Wa. 09/13/2020

Violent is our city’s smoke filled sky’s. Nestled in a Valley the infectious pollution blankets our streets. It more than tickles our nose. Agitates the body from head to toe. Air quality at an all time low. Yet Lord we know you are still in control. Keep our anxious hearts from beating fast from the unknown. For thee I uphold.

Shut in tight, blinds and curtains drawn. The smell still seeps through the cracks in our walls. Recirculate the air they say. This is all absolutely absurd. You can only see the tallest buildings silhouettes. The wildest of days seen in my lifetime yet. Vacuumed in tightly, the air we breathe causing anxiety. Eyes itchy, throats burn, our stomachs churn. Yet Lord we know you are still in control.

Our city only just began to open up, and it had been a slow phasing too. Masked, rules set in place. Now our city is shut back down, and locked up. A thief in the night the fires burned crazed. Phased us back to shut in.

Virus plagues, pollution desecrates, fires broiling. Our city is soiled in soot fallen from the earth, we can taste it. None discriminate. Shut-ins, the news advising us to stay home. As soon as we take one step forward, we are just as quick taking three steps back. Under attack. The Lord is doing something in this land, waking His people! Shaking things up a bit. People are unhinged! Venomous and bent. Evil lurks. To thee I uphold. Knowing in all of this uncertainty, God is control. I believe we have seen a lot, but at the same time I believe we haven’t seen anything yet. Hold on tight, keep looking up for there is only one who knows. Keep looking at the one who hung on the cross for all who are lost!

I trust my unknown future to a very known God!

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isaiah 41:10

Oh it chases me down fights till’ I am found, leaves the 99

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

Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the 99
I couldn’t earn it
I don’t deserve it
Still you give yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God

This was written for Word of the Day Challenge: Trust