Words bring Life

Words. Just Words. Scribbles upon a page, yet they bring freedom, they bring life. Sweet Life. How can something that so many take for-granted be the one thing that brings me life? When I write, when I have sweet melodies playing in the background, I feel like me. The real me. The me He created me to be. It’s my salvation here on earth. My Christ is brought more to life inside of me when I write. With those words, some may judge. But it is different for each of us–being alive. Truly alive in Christ. Being who He has created us to be. I refuse to live my life in a stupor anymore. Denying the gift He has given me, the things He uses to teach me and grow me. I want to live in His way, not the way of the world. Not the way I am supposed to, but in His freedom, His way.

I pray I lose the words no more.


The Voices That Rob

As I sit every morning and attempt to spend time with my Heavenly Father. Voices fill my mind. Voices of all I have to do and they each sound different. I waste precious time with my Lord listening to them, obeying them. “Did you pay that bill?” So onto my online banking I go. “I wonder if so and so liked my Facebook post,” and onto social media go. Thinking of my chores, worrying about bills,thinking of work, my three sons, friends, and my dreams sitting on a dusty shelf. Then I begin to feel overwhelmed. And before I know it,time is up. Somedays I rush through prayer and jump up to get a chore started. Other days I feel paralyzed; like the weight of all I have to do is too much. Can y’all relate? 

Do you hear those voices too? Those voices who rob us of peace, joy, and sanity? Those voices that we allow to steal our precious time with Him? 

I’m sick of letting these voices win. I’m sick of feeling defeated, broken, and lost as a Christian. It doesn’t have to be this way.God has told us so in His word. 
Thus we have been set free to experience our rightful heritage. You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as his own children because God sent the Spirit of his Son into our lives crying out, “Papa! Father!” Doesn’t that privilege of intimate conversation with God make it plain that you are not a slave, but a child? (Galatians 4:7 The Message) 
We are set free. You hear that ? FREE. We are not slaves to the world and its ways. We are adopted children of our Father with a heritage to experience. 

I don’t know about you all but that gets my heart pounding a little. For some of you ladies that’s the kind of heart pounding you feel when you see Brad Pitt or better yet, Channing Tatum on TV. 

Okay back to reality ladies, now that I’ve got you feeling that heart pounding sensation. Think of that feeling, that’s how we should be everyday, thinking of the experiences that lie before us each morning, our rightful heritage that awaits. 

But I’d venture to say, more of you are like me. Trying to start the day on fire but feeling more like a wet mop hung out to dry. 

So how do we change this? How do we stop living as slaves and break free to be children of God? 

I think the answer is simple and lies in the word of God and is something we will explore next time. 

For now I encourage each of you to list what consumes your time. What makes you a slave. And don’t fear writing truth, such as being a mother or wife. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I do feel like a slave at times as a mother and wife.  Don’t feel guilty for listing truth. We need this truth to continue the journey.  

Your Picture Window

Sometimes the answers we seek are right in front of us. But we must be willing to trust, to relinquish control and TRUST in the one above.
He said  ” I have come that they may have life and have it abundantly.” (John 10:10) not that we might have an ok life to have an abundant life! For each of us that looks different.

For me, looking through the big picture window, see a momma with a baby on her hip, food in the crockpot, other kids lounging and reading, working on school work, her hubby holding another baby on his lap. I see the babies sleeping, the older kids downstairs playing with nerf guns, and this momma typing away her next article or children’s book, her hubby reading a book or joining in with the kids. I see the couple or family as a whole talking to people in the streets. Giving them food, blankets, and prayer. See them walking through central park as the snow falls looking for any opportunity to love others.

That is what I see in my heart that He has for. To a degree I must work for it but not in my way or rush. And I must trust, do what He tells me to each and every day. I can wait to see it all come to be in his way and time. So daily I must trust and obey.

What do you see in your big picture window? Are you trusting God with the vision He has given?

Remember: “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

Go live the abundant life He has for you!!!

My Sweet Melody of Words

Words, words, words. To you they may simply be letters tied together on a page. Holding very little significance, only being a must in your rushing of every day life; I have to sign this, read this, jot this down.

But to me they are so much more. They are a melody ever ringing in my ears. A soundtrack to my life. My past, my present, and my future all strung together. Playing  like a symphony. I feel the beat of each word in my heart.  I hear the strum of the truth deep in my soul from the whispering of the words.  With each Key stroke of a word that is played I feel the pain of the past, the joy of the present, the anticipation of the future.

I feel alive when I write. I feel whole. My body relaxes, pain goes away, and the words, they simply flow. They come out like therapy for my broken heart. A healing balm for the wounded soul.

Words may be an insignificant part of your day but they are life to me.

I have spent too many days neglecting the life they bring to me. Too many days trying to do more and be the right person.Too many years running, running from the words which complete me. Even as I sit here now with a hot cup of Irish tea, my thinking music playing and feeling the joy of the Lord enter my heart with each word; even now, I feel I should be reading, I should be in bed, I should be folding laundry. Anything but allowing the words to create a melody.

And why? Why do I deny my passion? Why do I think I need to fit into a cookie cutter mold? Why is writing the first thing I push away? Why do I fear what writing could mean?

How I can I deny the gift of my soul in the form of words upon a page? I fear if I continue to do so, I will be no more. A shell of me, a shell of who I have been created to be.

You see, words may be an insignificant part of your day but they are my own special melody; a melody that only plays as each word I write touches the page.



Qualified in Him


Yep, that’s me….and I’ve spent my life so far trying to figure out who I am, what God’s called me to be, and trying to do the “right” thing. I’ve had a lot of days of not feeling good enough, Christian enough, and just beating myself up. Do any of you feel like this or do these things?
Well,  I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, our lives are not about us. Big shocker right? Especially when by nature, we tend to be self absorbed and we are surrounded with a culture focsed on self.
Yet, life isn’t about us or our abilities or even our lack of abilities. Life is simply about Christ. It’s about serving our most high king. We’ve all been created to worship Him and bring Him glory.

“Bring all who claim me as their God, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them.” -Isaiah 43:7

I’ve wasted so many years focused on me, knowing the call he had but never fully being released in it #1 because I was afraid, #2 because I’m really good at the current work I do and #3  because I was trying to do it my way.

These reasons are all a focus on me, in my abilities, on my thoughts; not His.

In Exodus 3 we read of God calling Moses from his wilderness to mighty things. Moses didn’t feel qualifed. He questioned God. But God called him still. Because it wasn’t about Moses, it was about God. God used the time in the wilderness “to strip Moses of his self confidence.” So that His confidence would be in the great I Am. “He didn’t need Moses qualifications, and He doesn’t need ours.” (Whitney Capps)

It reminds ds me of a quote I once heard, “God doesn’t call the qualified, he qualifies the called.”

I feel I’m at the place of finally knowing this. I feel my writing is no longer for me or about me, but about Him. It is being obedient to His call and depending fully on Him.

“I may infuse you with a dream that seems far beyond your reach. You know that in yourself you cannot achieve such a goal. Thus begins your journey to profound reliance on Me.” (Sarah Young)

I am finally here and it is a beautiful place to be.

First5 app – Whitney Capps
Jesus Calling – Sarah Young

You are loved….a lover of words

I am sitting here thinking what do I write? Where do I begin? And I hear, “Write what you know.” Hmmm. What do I know? I know children, I know families, I know creativeness, kindness, and giving. I know love, being a wife, the dream of being a mother. I know failure, regret,  and hardship. I know excitement and joy. I know God. I know pain, heartache, and heartbreak. I know what it is to have a wonderful husband.  Sadly I know what it is to have a lousy one as well, ah and yes there again comes the regret. LOL, how else can write that I literally just laughed out loud. Ah and I know words and they joy and lightheartedness they bring. The truth they display as they pour out of me onto a page. As I write this I feel as if I am creating a masterpiece. I feel as if the words are so grand and full of life. Words that will touch another’s heart and soul. To bring them joy, truth, and even an escape from reality for a brief time. Words that burn into someone’s mind, helping them become alive, to take that big step and live their life. I know words have done this for me. Words in books, poems and definitely words in a song. Listening to a speech on the golden globes or the words in a movie. Listening to an evangelist tell his heartbreaking story that ended with the love of a savior. Words of truth, life and love that touched me so deeply that at the tender age of eight,  I gave my own heart to the Lord.

Yes words, they are gift from God. I mean look, he spoke us into being. He gave us a savior who spoke in creative stories to teach us. And he gave us the Bible. It is safe to say God is a lover of words. He is the author and finisher of our lives and faith. He was the first writer at heart. And I have always felt I am a woman after God’s own heart, just like David was a man after God’s own heart. Maybe that is why words burn so deeply in me. Why I feel at home and complete and utterly alive when I write. Maybe that is why God used them to save my life, not only in His Word or the words he gave the evangelist, but also when I was teen with a not so easy life. Yes, when I was that teen struggling with deep emotions and problems bigger than others my age, He gave me songs and a simple black and white composition that changed my life. It stopped me from trying drugs or cutting my wrists. It was my gift from Him to grow me, teach me and show me His love in a deep and magnificent way.

As I write this and my heart swells up like a big hot air balloon. I know that this is my gift to the world. It is a purpose, a calling he has placed on my life. To write and write and write some more. To let my words be a light to those lost and hurting just as I was at one time. To say to them, you are loved.

Writing Room and Life soon

Every time I get back on here and read my past posts and others posts, I feel alive again, whole and complete. Words are such a beautiful gift form God and I don’t take enough time any more to write them, to live them daily. I am really excited because we now have an extra bedroom in our home that is currently being converted into my creative room. A place for me to write, do crafts and work on my Masters homework. I am so excited about it and so grateful for the support of my finance soon to be husband (23 days!) in this. He is excited I get to have this room and is so supportive of my dreams of writing.  So I am so ready to make writing a daily thing again. Something I do every evening before I travel to bed to read a bit of a good book (currently on book 4 of the Harry Potter series). I change when I do not write everyday, I lose  piece of me that is central to who I am. I become unlikeable, almost unlovable, angry, mean, and hurtful. I can not wait for the time to put words upon a page, to have my deep thinking music playing and to connect with God. To become once again.