When the Going Gets Tough

My colorful world morphed to dull when I failed to worship God.  I gave my approval to this earth and all creatures here below; I neglected to notice the fade.

Forgetting the fade

My hopes, my identity, and my future tightly wrapped in the hands of humanity staged the basis of my worth.  The creed of my life stated, “It’s just easier this way.”  Life was easier when I slipped away from myself and went with the flow of life; the fight calmed, and the chaos ceased.  With that, I surrendered my strength to fight.  Subtly, I gave my worship away to things that did not care about my soul.

The strength to fight what pulls you under only comes from God; the Holy Spirit within Click To Tweet

Worship is Power

When I worship what the Creator created instead of the Creator, I abandon the power needed to fight the weight of the world.

Without His power, the spiraling cycle of destruction in my life is never-ending.  The current of the undertow is mighty; on my own, I am unable to fight.  As quickly as my head is above water, the hands of the undertow grab my feet and whisk me away.  The struggle to stay afloat is real.  Yes, it is easier to go with the flow, to be sucked under, and drown under the weight of water.  It is also detrimental to my health.

If I were able to turn my life into words on a page, I would tell of what happens when you know God, but forget to praise and worship Him as God.  The story of separation has a desolate feel and fighting my way out of the current is the biggest struggle of my life.  Outside forces fight against my daily battle to identify with Christ.  The undertaking of belief in who God’s word says I am and not what this world says I am, is mighty.  The loud voice within me who chants the word “failure” is supremely convincing, consistently pointing out my flaws and my areas of lack.  While the still small voice whispers, “you are who I say you are, I am the one who made you.”  If I do not worship, I will not hear that still small voice, and the noise of this world wins.

If I do not worship, I will not hear Him. Click To Tweet

My only means of escape is through praise and worship.  When this world is too much with me, which happens more often than I will admit, the only way to keep my head above the rising tide is to raise my hands and cry “Yahweh!” –He who was and is to come is the one who lives in me!

When the going gets tough, the tough fight through worship

Worship invites the Holy Spirit to draw near.  When I lift my voice, when I give my words back to the one who gave them to me, He is glorified.  When I give my gift of life back to the Giver of all gifts, the miraculous happens.  The miraculous pulls me from the swirling thoughts of destruction and places my feet on solid ground.

“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”  Psalm 40:2 NIV

Psalm 26-12

Ignite your Faith

Worship ignites my faith and makes miracles possible.  When I praise Him, I set my mind on Him and Him alone.  Yahweh’s presence is the place I find peace; it is the place I find clarity, it is in this place I remember whose I am.  When I remember whose I am, I find my strength to fight.

“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” 1 John 4:4 NIV

Psalm 139-14

My prayer

Spirit of Jesus living within me, you never falter nor forsake.  Holy is your name, worthy to be praised.  My Yahweh–evoked by the mysterious and awesome splendor of the manifestation of the holy.  You are my “I Am” because you are.  You have no beginning and no end.  You are “I Am.”  You are my ultimate reality.  Outside of you, there is no reality.  Reality exists because you make it so.  You are all that is eternal; no space, no time, no universe; only you, my Yahweh.  You depend on nothing because you are everything.  No other being makes you who you are.  Everything that is not you utterly depends on you.  Without you, I am entirely nonexistent.  You are the same yesterday, today, and forever.  You are completely unchanged because you are “I Am.”  You are the standard of Truth for you are Truth.  You indeed are the only one worthy of my praise.


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A Letter of Love

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only son…” Click To Tweet

My Dearest Sister,

Before you knew what love was, He loved you.  God saw every detail of your life.  As He formed you in your mother’s womb, He knew every freckle and called your hairs by name.   He saw the shame you tucked away within your heart.  He saw the guilt as He watched you hide; yet, He still chose the cross.

Sweet Sister, if I took a close look at humanity and saw the unmentionable ways in which they mocked me, ran from me, and betrayed my name, I (as a human) would not lay down my life for the likes of them.  I imagine, I would shake my head and walk away leaving them to roll in the muck of life as they saw fit; wash my hands and leave them alone.  However, God has a love that is beyond my scope of limitation and refuses to leave anyone without His love.

Darling Sister, He saw the times you betrayed Him, the time you chose to push Him away, and He saw you deny His heart consistently.  He died for you anyhow.  He tore the veil between limited and limitless so you could come close, no need to stand at a distance anymore.  You were the one He thought of when He rose from the grave.  Don’t be ashamed, throw off your fear and come running to Him.  As you run to Him, what hindered love will only become part of your story.

Please, my Sister, do not quit now, you are almost home.  The open arms of your Father’s love eagerly await you. The love of the Father knows no boundaries; it has no limits, and nothing can separate you from the love of God.  He created you for love; to love God and love others.

Please remember, in all these things, through the love of God, you are more than a conqueror.  I am convinced that neither life or death, angels or demons, the past or in the future, no heights or depths, nothing, absolutely nothing in all of creation can separate you from the love God has for you through His Son, Jesus. (Romans 8:37-39 in my words)  While you were lost in your sin, while you were hiding and afraid, He died for you. (Romans 5:8)  There is none other than our Almighty Father who loved you enough to send His son to erase your slate.  He planned out His love for you from the beginning of creation and will carry it through until the end.  Regardless of everything, His love for you is from everlasting to everlasting!

Before I knew Him,

My prayer for you, my sister, is a prayer to awaken His love within you.

Awaken your love within her, stir her soul to sing
Cause her heart to break, remove false hope to which she clings
Come Holy Spirit, awaken her Love

There is no chain your love can’t break
Have her heart Lord; it’s yours to take
Come Holy Spirit, teach her Love

Pour out your love that ruins all fear
Draw her in and keep her here.
Come Holy Spirit, help her Love.

Oh my Darling Sister, His love has set you free!

It’s through His love, I write,

Your Sister


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I Need a (real) Hero

Our present culture longs for a hero.  Movies, magazines, books, newspapers, billboards, signs and wonders from every corner offering the next great hero.  Be like Mike, because he’s cool!  “Who’s Mike?” I wonder,  “And why is he so cool?”  The next time someone asks me about my heroes, I’m prepared to reply “Hebrews eleven.”

The ancients of the faith, my heroes, believed.  “They were still living by faith when they died.  They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance.  And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth” (Hebrews 11:13)  Waiving familiar good-bye, the ancients of the faith charted a course unforgotten by time.  Pioneers of a promise.  

A promise.  A “hey, just trust me on this one OK?”  And they did.  God Almighty said “jump!” and they responded, “how high Lord?”  Without faith, it is impossible to please the Lord.  He calls us to believe in Him without question, without seeing, but simple belief.


God spoke our world into existence, out of nothing He made something.  By faith we understand this, what is seen was not made out of what is visible.

By faith, Enoch was taken from this earth without dying.

By faith, Noah built a boat.

By faith, Abraham relocated his whole family to a new land, lived in tents because he looked forward to a city with foundations, whose builder and architect is God.  A stranger in a foreign land, he held out for the glory of God because he had faith.

By faith Moses, by faith Isaac, by faith Jacob, by faith Joseph, the list goes on.  God was not ashamed to be called their God because they believed His promise.

What does God think of my twenty-first century “fast-food, instant gratification faith”?  My, “I need to see before I believe faith”?  I know the answer.  Hebrews 11:6 tells me “And without faith, it is impossible to please God because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.”

And so I seek Him.  His fingerprints grace this world he spoke into existence from nothing.  When I earnestly seek Him, I find Him.  I want to be a hero of the faith.

God of all creation, I long for you to be proud to be called my God.  I long to please you.  With boldness, I declare that I don’t need to see another thing to believe.  Your majesty, your goodness, your splendor surround me.  There is an empty tomb from your son who paid my ransom.  I want to leave a living legacy, find me full of faith.

How do I say thank you, Lord?  For all that you’ve done and all that you’ll do, my heart pours out.  The beauty of your splendor reaches deep within me and brightens my gray world.  Glory was written in the sky, while the turning of the leaves echoes your majesty.  Heaven and a promise.  All you have done, the promise that there is more to come.  And all I am cries out for more of you.  

On day fifteen, I am thankful for my heroes who paved the way.  



Songs of Thanksgiving

I have a host of writing I need to accomplish today; I am so behind and similarly exhausted.  I give myself deadlines for my hobby, but allow myself grace when I frequently fail.  This world is tough.  I owe myself gentleness.   However, before I can accomplish my mission of painting word pictures, I must stop to smell the roses, look at the ants, watch the birds take flight, and give credit where credit is due.

From the sincere place in my heart, thank you!  While alone and confused, randomly you stopped by and made all the difference.  You have my gratitude.  You walked through victory and defeat at my side.  At my worst, you gave your best.  At my wit’s end, you loaned me yours.  I will never forget your caring honesty.  Today, I made the milestone of fifty–fifty follows on my crazy journey through this thing I call life.  Humility sits gently on my shoulders.


The leaves flutter towards the ground on this cloudy November day.  Eagerly awaiting their muse, I stare sleepily out the window. Today, a song of thanksgiving sings on the swirling wind straight through my heart.  Gratitude befalls my thoughts.

Being a writer is a solitary endeavor.  I wander alone in the corridors of my mind searching for open doors that contain the right words to put into play.  It’s quiet, very quiet in my world today.

Some days words cascade to paint picturesque monologs, other days the leftover sludge from the previous night’s storm rages.  The search for encouragement is a lost wind blowing aimlessly across the lake.  You offer it freely.

God works in mysterious ways.  He tells the very same wind I see as lost to blow here and blow there.  He orchestrates chaos into sweet melody.  There are days I miss the song and hear clatter.  I fail to catch the vision.  In my limited scope of perception, I think God must be out of tune.  I am guilty of telling God His song makes no sense.  “Play a different one please, I fail to see the point, this makes no sense.  I can’t even hear a melody.”

God replies “It’s my song.  I am perfection.  Therefore it is a perfect song.  Please tune your ears.”

Ouch!  The director of all music just put me in my place, not unusual.  I only know of one way to tune my ears.  Sing praise and exhale thanksgiving.  It is impossible to grumble while praising the almighty musician.  Consequently, I lift my voice and my proverbial pen to give credit where credit is due in my song of thanksgiving.

Broken bits of praise flow through my head to form a single melody creating a masterpiece of praise.  I have such cause for thanksgiving, sincerely.  You don’t give thought to the magnitude of your casual “you can do this.”  Encouragement given is a pebble drop multiplied into an earthquake. It matters.

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever; sing praise, sing praise.  

 When the darkness closes in Lord still, I will say, blessed be the name of the Lord, blessed be your holy name!  

 Holy holy holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!

 Oh Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder consider all the worlds your hands have made…then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee, how great Thou art, how great Thou art.

 Ho Ho Ho Hosanna, Ha ha ha hallelujah, he he he he saved me, and I got the joy of the Lord.  I got the joy, I got the joy, I got the joy of the Lord!  (That was one of my mom’s favorites.  She sang it over and over and over)

The playlist is endless, and I sing on.  Does my world magically make sense?


Do I see the point in God’s tune?

Not always.

But it feels amazing to lift my voice to the one who birthed within me a song!

As long as I have breath let me praise!!

Truly it is He, the author of all good things, the creator of my heart’s desires, that I have to thank.  As well, to all the encouragers, the cheerleaders of the faith, Paul said it best.

That’s why, when I heard of the solid trust you have in the Master Jesus and your outpouring of love to all the followers of Jesus, I couldn’t stop thanking God for you—every time I prayed, I’d think of you and give thanks. But I do more than thank. I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him—endless energy, boundless strength!

Ephesians 1:15-19 MSG

Today I reached fifty followers on my journey.  A milestone I never imagined.  It all began with one.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Praise Him all creatures here below

Praise Him above ye heavenly host

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost


Doxology by Thomas Ken 1674


To Whom Do You Write?

My Audience of One

A new community leads to new questions, questions that I have answered a million times over (if only in my head).  With every wee bit of new comes a bit of old.  

“Who are you?  What do you do?  Where do you come from?  Where do you live? What’s your story?”  And so the list goes.  I’m fairly adept at answering questions, to a point.  I prefer vague; it’s my specialty.  Writing my answers in story form my forte.  Audibly?  I have a tendency just to stare while I try to create a sentence and edit appropriately.  By the time words come to me, the conversation has reached an awkwardly silent point, and the initiator gives up.  I smile while thinking of ways to write this into my blog.  

Even questions about “TheJourneyofaMillionMiles” throw me for a loop. (**Blank stare, blinks eyes**)  I should hand out cards with the site address printed on them, I think it would suffice.  

My mind came to a complete halt when asked: “Who’s your audience?”

“My audience?” one eyebrow raised, puzzled, as I look around me.

“Yeah, your audience.  For whom are you writing?  What type of readers do you attract?”

“Ones that can read?” some days I am a bit smart.  Only I find this apt.  

“Seriously now, this is serious stuff here.  Who do you want reading your blog?”  

“Sinners,”  I answer emphatically, “Sinners.  Those who made a mockery out of life. The folks that blatantly turned their backs on the very same God that breathed life into their lungs.  The ones that have fallen flat and failed miserably then given up and quit.  The losers that lay face down on the carpet and sob for days wishing for death because they hurt so bad.  I’m writing for those already saved by grace, those desperately wanting salvation by grace, and those who just want joy.  Oh wait, that’s me!  I’m writing for me.”

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Eph 3-20

My intended audience is my God, although he already knows.  I think he likes it when I rearrange my random thoughts into words, scratch them onto paper, give them life, and release them into the wild.  He begs me to let go, to heal those hurts.  A blog just gave me direction and a platform to begin.  

I struggled for years wanting a place to belong in this world, acceptance, and a home here.  As a child, it led to many tear-filled nights and a journal with once soaked, now crispy, heart-wrenching pages.  

Even as a (wishful) wiser adult, I still struggle.  

When God said to me last year, “This is where I want you,” I knew to wholly follow Him and see what He has in store for me I must overcome the desire to fit in.   Always striving for perfection and wanting to make my home on this earth is not what He has asked of me.  

God, in His infinite wisdom, just wants me to be me, whom He made, with the personality He gave me.  I’m sure He did it for an excellent reason, odd as I am.  He desires me as He made me.

God, in His infinite wisdom, just wants me to be me, whom He made! Click To Tweet

I write so my head doesn’t rattle.  I want to make my Abba proud.  “Nice job there, Girl!” 

I want to release some hurt from my heart.  I desire to give Jesus Christ credit for His saving grace.  I once was lost, but He found me, cleaned me up, and gave me the dynamite to destroy the brick wall around my heart.  Granted, I’m using a toothpick to chip at it.  God is patient; I need to showcase His heart.  

I have an audience of one.  Plain and simple.

I come on my knees
To lay down before You
Bringing all that I am
Longing only to know You

Seeking Your face
And not only Your hand
I find You embracing me
Just as I am

And I lift these songs
To You and You alone
As I sing to You
In my praises make Your home

So what could I bring
To honor Your majesty
What song could I sing
That would move the heart of royalty

And all that I have
Is the life that You’ve given me
So Lord let me live for You
My song with humility

And Lord as the love song
Of my life is played
I have one desire
To bring glory to Your name

To my audience of one
You are Father, and You are Son
As Your spirit flows free
Let it find within me
A heart that beats to praise You

And now just to know You more
Has become my great reward
To see Your kingdom come
And Your will be done
I only desire to be Yours

And we lift these songs
To You and You alone
As we sing to You
In our praises make Your home

“Audience of One”  Big Daddy Weave

A Prayer for the Farmer

A Simple Prayer for the Simple Farmer

Bless this dirt–

As the sun rises on each new day,

Warm this soil with Your light.

Breathe Your life into this lifeless earth.

May each drop of rain fall perfectly enough.

Nestled beneath surface, protect each grain so it can stand tall until the day of harvest.

Orchestrate the timing from beginning to end,

Apart from You, there is nothing!

Bless these hands–

May they never grow tired or weary.

Help them to stay steadfast

to do the work it takes.

Give them strength to wipe the sweat

from the sun-drenched hours toiled.

But keep them gentle to protect

The fragile life You give.

For everything has a season,

May all things work together

For Your glory.

Bless this heart–

Farmer, may you have the strength to endure,

For it is the only thing you know.

Each day before the dawn,

Bring Your quiet peace to this place

Plant, animal, or human…

All life is a gift.

May hope be new each sunrise

for what this day may bring.

His mercies are new each morning,

May you see them in the fullest.

Thank you, Life-giving Creator, for entrusting me with your earth.

“…suns that rise and rains that fall to bless to bring to life Your lands.  Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made blue for the sky and the color green, that fill these fields with praise” –Rich Mullins

The Happiness Tag


What a sweet delight to have a subject chosen for me!  Chosen by Faye (The Chicken Grandma, and someone I have truly come to cherish here in blog land.  Someday, I think I shall join her for tea on her front porch.  If not physically, I shall join in spirit!) to participate in the “Happiness Tag” which means I may share with you, my friends and family, a deeper glimpse into the inner workings of my life–five things that make me happy.  Please take a journey to The Chicken Grandma’s  front porch and sip a cup of tea on a crisp fall morning, it will be well worth the read.  She touches my heart.

Disclaimer…these are in no particular order and are not ranked accordingly.  As well, this is just a smattering of stuff.  I have a hubby out there in this world, driving around, to make this possible.  For that, I am humbled.  Now, without further adieu…


I begin with college football, that makes me happy.  I believe in Sooner Magic!  I treat myself each and every Saturday to the fanfare and hoopla.  I parade my team colors, I shout, I dance, I do not throw things, I pace, and I cheer with all my might.  To say I was a die-hard Sooner fan would be the understatement of a lifetime.  I’m all in, win or lose, I’m all in.

This began at birth.  I was born into a Sooner family.  My grandparents held season tickets four rows up in the Sooner Schooner end zone.  With home many miles from the stadium, my father would pull his 1969 Toyota Land Cruiser onto the lawn, open all the doors and windows, tune the radio to KOA out of Oklahoma City, and we would listen beneath the crisp, full-sunned fall Saturday.  If by chance, the game was on ABC, we would watch inside while he still listened from the yard.  And thus, my passion and happiness grew.  I love college football.  Now, if Alabama and Ohio State would ever lose, it would be a marvelous season! 😉 Go OU!!

Dogs are not my cup of tea.  At least until I met Bear, my Great Pyrenees.  She was a cat in a dog’s body, a sort of transitional animal.  She has long since passed which led to being a one dog family.  Sal (head of house security) brings me great joy.  She is faithfully by my side through everything (she’s even all in for a shower).


When she was a baby, we would hide in the chicken coop together.  Nestled into a sunny spot with thirty or forty hens and chicks scratching and pecking, we would sit.  I crossed legged in the dirt, and she on my lap.  Here we watched nothing, did nothing, and listened to nothing.  I suppose we bonded in that nothingness.  Now, she is 9 (on October 12th).  We work together, we play together, we go out to eat together, we sing together, we pray together.  I wonder if “where two or more are gathered in my name” applies to Dog?  She, however, does not like college football.  She suffers from PTSD (she’s seen and heard too much), so consequently, when the game is interactive from the “home” bench, she hides.  

She speaks fluent human which gets me odd looks when we go shopping.  Here I am walking along, dog in the store, having a normal conversation with said dog while others look at me as if I am a complete loon.  I am, but I tell no one!  I don’t have a dishwasher or a garbage disposal…I have a dog!

Singing makes me happy.  It makes Dog happy too.  We sing a lot together.  We are perfecting out duet and getting as good as two middle-age crazies who live alone in the woods can.  My sister received a double portion of the singing genes (from both grandmothers who could sing beautifully).  I cannot carry a tune in a five-gallon bucket.  This does not stop me from singing anywhere and everywhere (seriously).  “Make a joyful NOISE unto the Lord”, I am instructed. Thus, I do!!  Singing, for me, ushers in peace and leads to prayer.  When the world is too much with me, I retreat in song.  Some songs I sing over and over and over until the world makes sense again.  Which leads me to the next item on my happiness list.  I suppose it goes hand in hand with singing, and that is prayer.

Prayer makes me happy.  Couple the singing with prayer and Dog and I have Sunday church in the living room seven nights (ok, really six because of college football) a week.  Worship night inevitably begins with a dancing song and we are jumping up and down and shouting His grace unstoppable, waving our hands in the air like we just don’t care, praying out loud as we sing.  We pray for everything and everyone, it’s what we do.  It’s who we are.  Next, we find ourselves praying fervently for the kingdom of God to come on this earth, shouting at demons, engaged in spiritual battle.  Although Dog cannot tolerate any shouting, when I shout at the devil and pray out loud (out loud that would rival college football night) she does not hide.  She lies on the floor and watches.  Finally, prayer service in the woods ends flat on our faces in the carpet, come Holy Spirit come.  Aaaand, that’s a personal (condensed) look into my love of prayer.  I have the ability to connect, in a personal way, to He who made me, and that is my all in all.  It’s what makes me, me.  It’s the purpose for which I was created and the purpose for which I live.  Well, that and college football.

**pauses for a song, hands held high because this is my story and this is my song…hopefully the link posts below!


Last, on the tour of bits and pieces of my inner wiring, we find writing.  Writing makes me happy (as does cooking and serving others).  Here, all my thoughts make sense to me.  I write for me and my personal happiness.  I share because God is working out some of my many issues with guilt and shame, it’s part of the package.  Thanks to writing, I have a new circle of influence–blog land (that’s you!).  You cheer me on when I am down and out.  You cheer me on when I’m exhausted.  You cheer me on when I’m on top of the jungle.  You pray for me.  I’m thankful for this.  No one knows me, really, but you share my heart…and this makes me happy!

Now, it is my turn to pass the happiness buck.  I would like to formally invite everyone to happiness, but five I will list specifically!  Please feel no pressure to participate, that would not make me happy.  After all, this is my “happy” post.

Mehrling Muse  — Anne adopted me as family when I have little family.  Her “front porch” blog with her familiar stories make me feel as if I am truly a part of her life.  Plus little Logan is soooo adorable!  I love this so much!

As The Rooster Crows  — The Rooster, his many travels, his view from the front porch, as well as his delightful comments on my blog make me feel like I have known he and the misses all my life.  I feel like I live next door!  

My God, My Music, My Life  — Rob’s blog (the very first blog I followed) makes me happy.  It’s about God and music (every now and again, he throws in college football) what else is there?  There is always a song on his blog that fits my day, guaranteed!

The View From My Window  — Miss Laura exudes happiness.  Her blog is just cheery, positive, and upbeat.  She’s always connecting bloggers with one another, not for her glory, but for the simple joy of seeing people connect.  I think that is awesome!

Brandon J. Adams —  Brandon is new in my circle of reads and I may catch him off guard here.  He’s from a younger generation, but wise beyond his years.  It’s refreshing to see a young man on fire and not ashamed (in this day and age, at his age) take a stand for Christ!  That makes me happy!

If (big IF) you want to, treat your readers to five things that make you happy.  Anything, really, anything that makes you happy (like peanut butter and deviled eggs).  Once you share, nominate five others to share happiness.  Please feel free to use the “Happiness Tag”, created by Mrs. Cobbs over at The Cobweb Emporium .  She created it for this purpose and we have permission to share.

Lastly, remember that happiness is a choice.  It is not based on a dollar amount, status, or health (the list goes on, but I’ve been wordy as of late, my apologies).  Choose happiness!


Prayer for Today

Mercy dawns

Today is new

Shine on me

Your saving grace

Grant me strength

For each hard task

For yours alone

Is all that lasts

Remove from me

All trust false

And hope that fails

You alone I need

Everything fades

At each day’s dusk

Mighty trees fail to stay

You remain

Be my source

Guide me on

Clean my heart

Of angry thorns

Reveal a beauty

Born of you

Your light, your love

My cornerstone

Clear the jungle

Of my mind

Bless my hands

With a brand new start


Good morning day!

Progress and Prayer

Let me work while I have today, tomorrow may never come.

Hard work makes for one tired little girl!  I must first give thanks to my merciful God who protects me.  I’m his daughter, why wouldn’t he?  No snakes, no insect bites, no injuries, no heat-related illness, and the jungle has not been burned to the ground, yet!  Amen!

To the victor goes the spoils, that’s me!  Fueled by an anger from the center of my soul, I ripped out vines with fury, sawed down little trees, (I’m not allowed to use the chainsaw, that is a recipe for disaster…truth) and burnt it all.  It wasn’t a man-made anger, it was a righteous anger.  Some parts of my life are still a little frustrating, to be kind about it (this isn’t a flesh and blood frustration.  It may be manifesting via a human, but alas, this is a spiritual battle).  After a moment of tears, a holy wave washed over me.  In a flash, I was a praying fool.  My neighbors now know me as the crazy lady who yells at satan in her yard.  Oh yes, I did!  I’m tired of that mean devil stealing from me.  I decided to do something about it.  I yelled him back to hell where he belongs and claimed my victory in the name of Jesus!  Time flew, vines came down and Tarzan has relocated.  In one-half of the yard, (only a tiny little acre yard) I can see from property edge to edge!  In the name of Jesus, Amen!

the wonderful views of “before”

A thought, many thoughts actually, occurred to me while I was shouting at the top of my lungs.   While I am getting to know every inch of that land, touching every inch of that land, I am praying over every inch of that land.  This may sound silly.  Give me a minute of your time, you’ll change your mind.

Prayer is the one thing I cannot mess up in this life.  If I can speak but one word, I can pray and it is right!  However, it is the power that lies within prayer that captivates my heart’s attention.  The veil is torn and I (me, little girl found) can approach the throne of God with confidence (Hebrews 4:16)!  I can boldly make my requests known to my Father who delights in me!  I can call forth ten thousand angels to fight my battles (once again, not a flesh and blood war).  Today I waged war on the author of lies, in my yard, on the home turf.

I believe in the power behind the prayer.  I think God likes it when I pray with confidence.  I imagine Him with a smug grin on his God’s face as He says “that-a-girl, use that power I gave you.  Give that devil a right, now a left.  Remember to use my words, fight in my name!  Quick now, kick him while he’s down!  (cheers, heavenly cheers, as all of Heaven rises!)  Smash his face, smash his face!  He’s already defeated, put him back in his place, don’t take his crap!”  Through the cheers, I imagine (I am fond of imagining God) God and the angels cheering, doing a happy dance, high-fives all around as God shouts “That’s my daughter!!  That’s my daughter!!”  Needless to say, I was pumped.  Praying like that always gives me fuel!  With Holy energy, I conquered!

after…still not finished, but after today!

My mom, who is now hanging out with the Holy of Holies, was a praying fool as well.  That woman could pray the bark off a tree.  The prayers of the righteous avail much (James 5:16) and her prayers carried me when I was lost.  (What if I hadn’t had a praying momma?  Ugh, not going to think those thoughts.)  She taught me the importance of praying over the high places, the art of tearing down strongholds, and spiritual warfare.  I like to visualize scenes as I pray. (I have an overactive imagination that will not quit.)  When I release the Holy Spirit into someone’s life, I imagine a cloud descending, engulfing them, and drawing out all the yuck while filling the spaces left with the Holy Spirit cloud.  When I pray the “peace that passes all understanding” I imagine a thick warm blanket wrapped around the intended recipient.  Sounds far-fetched, I know.  I think this is why people think I’m just a bit off in the head.  I don’t care anymore.  As far as this world is concerned, I’m a bit off in the head.  A century or so ago, I would have been burned at the stake, stoned, or committed to the padded cell.

Today, I imagined the devil dragging himself, defeated, tail between his legs, bloody and beaten back to hell where he belongs.  This makes me happy, still, twelve hours later.  He’ll be back.  I’m not naive.  He’ll shape-shift and come at me in a different way, trying to look pretty.  I’m ready (1 Peter 5:8-9).  He comes only to steal my joy, my peace, and my happiness, the stupid thief (John 10:10).  He wants to kill my spirit and destroy my faith.  Nope, not this house!  As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord (Joshua 24:15)!  Greater is He who is in me than he who is in this world (1 John 4:4).

On several levels, good was accomplished today.  While my physical body is whipped, my soul is still singing and dancing.  I think today gives new meaning to “taking back the land”.

one-quarter of an almost cleared yard…much raking and perfection left to go before I tackle the lower half…

God of the Tired

For the sake of the world, light a fire in me.  

Rain, wonderful rain, has taken over my jungle.  I am so very thankful to have a good God that sends me relief when I am too stubborn to come in from the heat.  It has been hot!  Not my desert heat either.  100 in Mazurah is not the same as 118 in Arizona.  I’ve learned about the “heat index”.  While the temp is only 100, the heat index makes it feel like 114.  Don’t laugh, I’ve been a desert creature almost all my life.  Plus, 100 in Colorado only feels like 95 or so.  This humidity stuff is new.  Even still, I will work myself silly even in the heat.  I am my own ruthless boss.  This just means I need to drink more tea.  Finally on Friday, I said a small prayer to God Almighty.

“Hi God!  How ya doin’?  Need me to build an ark or anything?  Hey, ummm, I’m not complaining by any means.  I praise you that you have trusted me with such a great task.  I thank you that I am of strong body and strong mind to work hard, but I’m too stubborn to go inside, please send me rain.”  Very plain, very simple.

Later that evening seven glorious drops fell from the sky.  God heard my prayer!  Seven drops of refreshing rain!  I praised Him for all seven drops for with rain comes clouds.  Dog and I sang praise, we danced praise, we had church on Friday night in the kitchen!  Saturday morning came too soon.  I awoke not refreshed and definitely not ready for another long day.  I also awoke to thunder so loud it shook the house!!  Flash flood warnings, severe thunderstorm warnings, the whole nine yards!  Today has been wonderfully rainy as an added bonus…that, my friends, is the God with which I’m head over heels in love.  He heard my simple plea and answered.  I was good to go with seven drops, but God is a God of more than enough.  He is a God that will go above and beyond for His children.  Any parent would.

So you say “big deal, it always rains where you are!”  Well, yes, as near as I can tell it does.  That is not the point!  He loves me so very much.  He cares for my well-being.  He does not give me more than I can handle.  He gives me rain when I am hot.  He gives me rest when I am weary.  He is the God of details.  He is the God of the small as well as the God of the big.  With a Father who cares this much about me, how can I not be passionate about every detail of Him?

I may not be a scholar.  I may not be a theologian.  I may not be well read.  I cannot speak eloquently or debate with those of this world who deny Christ.  All I have is a testimony, a first-hand account.  I can give a recap of the miracles I have seen Him work…first-hand witness.  I can tell you every way He has made my path straight…first-hand witness.  I can tell you of a love so great it will not die…first-hand witness.  It rained when I needed rain…first-hand witness!

For the sake of the world, light a fire in me.  Find me contagious!