What if I were to write from the floor of my closet? It’s fairly clean. Somewhat organized as I’ve carried clothes to my trunk to give to others. However, I still see mounds of shoes, and probably what many would consider excessive amounts of shirts and britches. Are you wondering why I need to write from here? I figure if this… Read More
break my heart for what breaks yours.
Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and then go do that.” Harold Thurman Whitman God is stirring a new thing within me. A holy passion is ringing out and I’m not sure how or when things changed, but somewhere along the journey it did. Looking back, most of my life I’ve spent intimate time with God praying, “Break my heart FROM what… Read More
looking for life’s perfect tempo.
Playing piano while I grew up taught me a lot about rhythm, just as being in band taught me a lot about different parts. There was no need to wonder what part you were to play, it was spelled out for you written measure by measure. As each of us struggles to know our part and what we can do to… Read More
i’m not that cray-cray — summer of 7 clothes
Wondering what I’m doing, go HERE. First week of mutiny was food, now I’m on to . . . Summer of 7 and 7 items of clothing! What? Here I’ve been patting myself on the back for the past couple of years because I’ve forced myself to change the way I dress. I’ve had temper-tantrums over ditching my high heels (please… Read More
stop for the one tuesday {a homeless man’s food}
If you are a skimmer, what ever you do — DO NOT SKIP THE LETTERS IN RED. God’s beginning to cut me and mutinize my complacent heart. I can feel it and I’m wondering what this moulding process will entail. The cutting away process is never fun! Adjusting to my 7 foods is definitely helping to adjust my heart. I… Read More
a heart that screams for the broken ones.
While I hope you are enjoying your holiday, my heart is having trouble snagging words to make a clear point. As I count my blessings silently, I long for a clearer message of what is tugging at my heart. Today, my heart is broken, no rather it screams for the broken ones. I wonder, why does there seem to be… Read More