The Interruption

I’m sitting, staring at the List.

The List I made over the weekend to help me stay on track with my writing. All this and more to be completed in one day, along with homeschool and daily life.

  1. Work on WIP
  2. Write 250 words for the new book
  3. Write a blog post
  4. Edit a chapter of WIP
  5. Build Email List
  6. Write a magazine article
  7. And on and on and on…

What shall I write? Why aren’t the words flowing?

And yet, there is a drawing from me. I push it aside and say wait until I’m finished. Wait until I have written all that can pour from me today.

Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with His presence. If I stop to hold a conversation or to spend time with Him, I’ll get behind. I’ll be one day late when tomorrow arrives.

And that is okay with me and with Him.

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I am here Lord.

Embracing Your presence, stopping my work efforts, to sit as Your companion and to get to know You. An hour, two hours, who is keeping time? I have no concern for my list. I am seeking You. Loving You. Worshipping You.

Tomorrow will come, along with a new list. But for today I am assured by Your sweet words spoken to me, that if I seek the kingdom of God and Your righteousness, all these things shall be added to me. (Matthew 6:33)

Thank you Lord for the interruption. I love you.

The Good News of Salvation

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me. Because the Lord has anointed me to preach good tidings to the poor, He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, And the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn, to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

Lord, help me to create stories with these beautiful words in mind. May every piece that I write lead individuals, one by one, to You.

As For Me and My House…Joshua 24:15



Dear Lord,

I declare this day that, As for me and my house, we will serve You. Not just speak Your name, not just know who You are, but love and SERVE You. To serve You takes on an identity in itself – serving in humility. You are a Holy God, a worthy Lord, and I pray that Your presence rest – hoovers over my lineage – my children, my grandchildren – my great grandchildren for years to come. Lord may my life be a living testimony that speaks to my offspring for generations that You are the ONE TRUE GOD. May my children fear You, serve You in sincerity, and in truth, and put away other gods. (Joshua 24). I declare as Joshua did…BUT AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE…WE WILL SERVE THE LORD.

Amen. In Your precious name I pray, in the name of Jesus.




Scapegoat, Weak or Strong?


When I think about the word scapegoat, my mind wonders in the direction of an individual taking the fall-the blame for someone else. Maybe it was a business deal that wasn’t profitable, a politician that carried the blame of a political agenda, or a parent weighted down with the burden of a wayward child.

Whatever definition we derive from the word scapegoat or picture we paint in our minds, could it be as simple as an individual absorbing the consequences of another person’s actions?

I recall images of people who are refereed to as a scapegoats in media,in print, and in our daily lives.

That strange word summons stereotypes as being weak, easily taken advantage of, and maybe even gullible.

Darkness preys on individuals that can take the blame, or individuals it can sacrifice to further a dark agenda. Not seeking out a scapegoat to offer its personal shortcomings-sins to be cleansed but one that it can place those misconceptions-wrong doings upon to keep its own throat from being cut. It is the motive of dark thoughts that are wrong. Not that a scapegoat exists but that it is used as a pawn to advance another’s personal agenda.

But then there are others, that do not seek out a scapegoat, someone to take the fall, or carry their grievances, or even go to bat for them, but long to escape their troubled mind.  They are lost, not even looking for a way they can remove blemishes-impurities. They need help. A scapegoat, a way out is provided.




Isn’t this the God we serve? Wasn’t He our way out of the wages of sin? Weak is not the word that comes to mind when I think of Jesus. Definitely not gullible or one easily dragged under. Instead, I am overwhelmed by His power, His strength, His endurance, and the meekness He embodied. Throughout His life on earth and especially His cross bearing, He is the picture of mercy, grace, forgiveness, hope.

Jesus was and continues to be a scapegoat.

I am guilty of sin and shame and He continues to take on my sin so that I can live a life of victory, of joy, and of immeasurable grace and mercy.

If we as Christians, are disciples…followers of Christ example, is it far-fetched to believe that in some instances He requires us to be scapegoats? Not for the atonement of sin, He is the only sacrificial lamb. But by guarding our tongue, even our hurts, most definitely our offenses, offering forgiveness, extending a hand, even carrying the responsibility-the brunt of someone else’s choices or mistakes.

We, as Christians, stand with our heads held high, at the firing line, waiting for the bullets when it is our actions under scrutiny, but what about someone else’s actions or lack of actions that are coming under fire? Under attack? How often do we become their scapegoat?

A coach takes the brunt of a terrible play or loss, not condemning his athlete to a life of shame, “I take full responsibility, I should have been a better coach.”

A manager takes responsibility for her team when they come up short of a goal, not condemning the team-labeling them failures, “I should have been a stronger leader and invested more.”

We all know that it is a team effort, but in the face of turmoil, loss, defeat, sin…one takes the blame.

Today, I am that coach, that manager. I am a strong scapegoat, taking one for the team.



I am humbled, holding my shield, and believing for victory in someone else’s life. I can assure you, this is no easy task. One must die to self, die to desire, die to being right, die to ambition, die to pride, die to self-preservation and resurrect the complete opposite: selflessness, humility, service, grace, laying aside ownership, seeking the best for others, and taking on the burden of someone else.

Join me. No. Join Christ. Be strong, powerful, and meek as a scapegoat, so that someone else may live new life, have purpose, and grow in Christ.

Scapegoat: a person or group that is made to bear blame for others.

Made, created to bear the blame. Wow. Jesus was born to die, to bear the blame for you and for me so that we may LIVE.

How much more are we to be LIFE to others?

15 Bold Statements for a Woman


God, in You, I live and move and have my being. Acts 17:28

I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ. Romans 1:16

Nothing seperates me from the love of God. Romans 8:38

I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14

The Lord stood with me and strengthened me. 2 Timothy 4:17

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me. Isaiah 61:1

I will run the race of faith with endurance. Hebrews 13:6

My heart stands in Awe of Your word. Psalm 119:161

I will praise God with my whole heart. Psalm 138:1

I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14

I will go and make disciples. Matthew 28:19

I will forsake all and follow Christ. Luke 5:11

I am amazed at the majesty of God. Luke 9:43

I am sealed with the Holy Spirit of Promise. Ephesians 1:13

Mountain of the Lord

Some days I whole heartedly know, I can climb that mountain all the way to the top…Others, I keep stumbling down over and over again. Yesterday, I climbed. Yesterday, I conquered that mountain, but today, I’m struggling to take hold of this new one in front of me.

Then I am reminded, when the mountain stands before me, I’m to gaze upon its beauty, one stone at a time. Simply reaching with one hand, taking hold, and climbing- one hand, one foot, one hand, and one foot, until I reach the top–until you reach the top.

The mountain was never meant to keep us down, settling around the base, dwelling at the bottom. It was never meant for us to camp out in one place, afraid to climb, fearful of what we would lose, never understanding the value, the gain in the climb.  Fear always holds us back, never allows us to experience the fullness of God’s grace.

The mountain was meant to draw us closer to the Lord, to pull out the impurities of our lives. To ready us to stand in His holy place…not to become a stumbling block.  I’ve heard it told, speak to the mountain, and it shall be removed. Today I speak, but not against the mountain. I speak against the impurities in my life, the things that I know, and God knows, that hold my hands and my heart dirty before Him. I speak against the idols that have been resurrected in my life, be removed, far removed.

You see, The earth is the Lord’s and everything in it. The world and all its people belong to Him. For He laid the earth’s foundation on the seas and built it on the ocean depths. Who may climb the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in His holy place? Only those whose hands and hearts are pure, who do not worship idols and never tell lies. They will receive the Lord’s blessing and have a right relationship with God their Savior. —Psalm 24 NLT

When I stumble back down to the bottom, the impurities keep me there. But as I climb, the miraculous happens, my heart and my hands become pure enough to stand before His majesty.

Climb with me today, resolve to remove the impurities that take up camp around the bottom. Who may climb the mountain of the Lord?

School Drop Off Line PRAYER


The line is usually long, slow creeping around the corner of the school.  We wait behind the endless tail lights, checking off the list of items that must be in the bag.  Agenda, check. Homework, check. Lunch, check.  Yes, I know. We should have checked long before we left the house, instead, we rushed out the door, sprinted to school, only to come to a screeching halt within walking distance of the front entrance.

The Drop off line…

We could listen to music and most mornings we do.  We could chat about our daily tasks and we do.  But the most important, without a doubt, is our prayer time.

Believe it or not, our children long for our prayers, even seek out our ability to call upon the Lord on their behalves. One morning, my mind was full processing the up coming day, that I completely forgot to pray. Yep, that’s easy to do if you know my mind.  My daughter opened her car door, shifted to get out, then shut the door and remained seated (cars waiting patiently behind us).

“Are you not going to pray?”

“Oh yes, I’m so sorry, I almost forgot.”

It will never happen again as long as I am able to drive her to school…


Father, we exalt you this morning.  Jesus, please go with Rebekah to school today.  Be with her as she sits in her classroom, roams the halls, and plays at recess.  Give her angel charge over her, protect her from anything or anyone that would try to harm her and her classmates.  Keep evil far from her and the school.  Open her ears to clearly hear and understand the lesson her teachers have worked so hard to prepare.  May she offer kindness to every person she comes in contact with while she is at school.  Bless her teachers, protect them, give them wisdom to spread their knowledge and understanding to their students. Please help Rebekah to be a good student, a considerate student, and a good friend to others.

In Jesus name we pray…AMEN.

Wise Men

This morning you spoke of how the wise men looked up toward heaven, received a message, and set out to follow the star. I can only imagine their excitement as they set forth on their journey, a wonderful adventure to uncover the new-born king. I am convinced that they knew not the distance or time they would travel; yet they were obedient. Then I wonder, would I be so eager to go, knowing I’d find the promised Messiah, without some type of plan in place? The path they travelled took some unusual turns. When they began their journey, not once did they realize that they would err in judgment, but they did.

Their error cost the blood of numerous innocent lives. Imagine having to live with that…on their way to see the Messiah, darkness had a plan. The plan to destroy one, killed many. The wise men were unaware of the events that would begin to unravel during the coming days; however, because of their actions, the enemy used it to destroy hope, joy, and life. Their pride kept them from seeing the lowly until it was revealed. On their journey, they were sure of the king being born in a palace. So they stopped by King Herod’s and shared their message.

It was then, by speaking out their excitement to find a new King, that Herod’s jealousy overtook a kingdom. What if they had just passed by the palace that day? What if they never spoke the existence of a new king to Herod? There can be no what ifs. Their actions were innocent; yet, an evil plan was devised that day.

Then it hit me, God knew it all. He knew that the wise men would stop by a palace and not be so wise, and that King Herod was a jealous man who feared losing his position. The Master Creator knows all the intricate details of human behavior, our strengths and our weaknesses….and still chose to save us, to leave a place of royalty and walk amongst us.

God forgive me that my emotions get the most of me on some days, that I get so caught up in a plan that I forget the purpose. Help me in my humanity to cast down vain imaginations that exalt itself against You (pride, jealousy, fear). You alone are exalted and I praise You always.

A Father’s Love

This morning on my way to a meeting, I left early enough to see the big yellow school buses heading to and fro on the streets.  Usually, when I see a bus, my eyes fade away to the rode in front of me, but today, I began to pray for the drivers, the students, the parents, and the school personnel.  As I rounded the street corner, I caught a glimpse of a young boy, probably early to mid-teens standing in his driveway, with his backpack snug on his shoulders, waiting patiently for a bus to pick him up.  Not an unusual sight by no means. As I passed by the boy, I spotted a man leaning up against the backside of a boat parked in the driveway.  This young boy had no idea that he was being watched after while he stood along a dangerous, busy highway.  Immediately, I thought, it must be his dad, they shared the same dark hair, skin complexion, looked almost mirror image to father and son.  The father, hidden behind the boat, carefully paying attention to his carefree son in a moment of unconditional, unrelenting love, ready to jump to his defense, guarding his every move.   What a beautiful portrait of our heavenly father…so many times, we as His children take for granted that He is there, watching over us, carefully guarding our carefree lifestyles.  The beauty is that we, as His children, can share the benefit of a Father that cares so much for us, that He is not only aware, but He is standing guard over us.

When we abide in His presence, there is safety. Even if we are completely unaware of being in His presence…Psalm 91: He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.