Off To Work Today

I woke up excited to go into the office. Working at home has its perks, but living by myself in a house that echoes with silence makes a girl yearn for some friendly chatter. It’s 92 degrees, the sun is shining, blues skies soar above me. I can’t believe it’s October. And I love it. The vast difference between Alaska and Houston makes my head spin at times. But I don’t miss the chill in the air as the snow marches down the mountain towards Anchorage. As I stepped outside, minus a jacket, I greeted the early morning with a giddiness usually reserved for vacation. Yay, I get to go to work today!

Sparkle, sparkle!


Salted Grace

Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person. Colossians 4:6 ESV

I sometimes struggle with saying the things that need saying. The clear, succinct words in my brain tumble in fragments and split into mixed up letters making strange, incoherent sentences that make absolutely no sense. And then other times, out pops just the right thing, at just the right time with just the right meaning. That’s GRACE. And, you know what, I’m usually never aware of when that happens.

The crazy thing is, the Spirit works in ways that we aren’t aware of. He uses us, our mixed up words, our imperfect perfect actions and creates amazing, unknowing impacts on others. I remember a time when I was walking through the airport in my own little bubble when a man approached me. I didn’t recognize him. But he beamed at me, thanking me for something I had said during one of many training sessions I had held a year ago. I don’t remember what I had said or the words used. But I’ll never forget the happiness and enthusiasm of this man in the middle of the airport. And I still can’t remember what I had said to leave a lasting impression.

Words have impact.

Let Grace sprinkle them with just the right seasoning.



Impossibilities Made Possible

Take a good look at God’s wonders- they’ll take your breath away. He converted sea to dry land; travelers crossed the river on foot. Now isn’t that cause for song! Psalm 66:5-6 MSG

Whenever you feel the storms of life know that you are not alone. Trust that the Highest Power has your back ready to turn the impossible into the possible.



Prayer Is A Powerful Weapon

He is always living to make petition to God and intercede with Him and intervene for them. Hebrews 7:25 AMP

“Prayer, at its most basic level, was surrender. Like Jesus in the garden, saying, “Not My will, but Yours, be done.” The ironic thing was, when a person surrendered their will, they got God’s, and then they received what they were really looking for all along. This was what she believed.”

Chris Fabry, War Room: Prayer Is a Powerful Weapon

Last night I rented The War Room. My aunt said it was one of her favorite movies and she always watches it when she needed to be lifted up. And, like always, she was right. As I watched the movie, I could almost feel the message of prayer sink into my heart, its powerful light illuminating all the dark corners of my soul. I don’t like to look into those shadows because they are filled with cobweb memories of hurt, anger, pride, fear, neglect, shame. The list could go on and on. After all I’ve had 50 years of collecting and stuffing all of life’s negativity into the darkest corners. I’ve become an expert at stuffing the hurt and ugliness of life into boxes, locking them up tightly, then shutting them away in those dark places in my heart.

But here’s the deal. I don’t think I have room for another 50, or even 10, years to store boxes of grief. Because that’s exactly what each box contains when you get right down to it – grief.

“Wrap your heart around that the next time you go through a struggle,” Clara said. “The goal of prayer is not to change God’s mind about what you want. The goal of prayer is to change your own heart, to want what He wants, to the glory of God.”

Chris Fabry, War Room: Prayer Is a Powerful Weapon

Prayer is a powerful weapon.

Prayer is a powerful healing balm.

I went to bed thinking about prayer. I thought about it’s influence on my own life. I imagined if we all had a war room how different this world might be. But to be fair, a war room isn’t necessary – maybe a nice-to-have but definitely not a must. Prayer doesn’t need a room or an alter. It doesn’t have to fancy or wrapped up in fancy language. The Spirit hears the simplest prayers and those heartfelt, simple prayers in times of need tend to be the most powerful.



The Gift of Giving

You are the Fountain of life; our light is from your light. Pour out your unfailing love on those who know you! Never stop giving your blessings to those who long to do your will. Psalm 36:9-10 TLB

Giving, in all forms, honors our Creator. Sharing our blessings, with a willing and generous heart, acknowledges the Provider who has abundantly cared for us.

Over the last month we have watched the spirit of giving in communities across the States struggling with hurricanes, storms and fires. It is a joy to witness the Spirit move through hearts turning devastation into rebirth.

Times are hard. Doubt creeps in. Loss is all around us. Darkness has settled and I know, for me personally, it’s sometimes hard to find the light when I feel as if everything has been sucked into a void. But at the darkest times small gifts appear; a kind word, a message of encouragement, a helping hand. And in turn, when giving freely and generously it lifts you up. It honors the Universe and acknowledges that all will be provided for…somehow, someway.

Today’s opportunity is the gift of giving. It is giving freely of myself and my resources (expecting nothing in return), knowing that the ultimate Provider has my back and will multiply the kindness ten fold.



Prayers For All Of Us In Times Like These

Psalm 91

Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High

will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]

I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,

my God, in whom I trust.”


“Because he[b] loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;

I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.


He will call on me, and I will answer him;

I will be with him in trouble,

I will deliver him and honor him.


With long life I will satisfy him

and show him my salvation.”

My aunt suggested that I should read this chapter… she’s in Clearwater, FL, in the midst of hurricane Irma. Please pray for her and all those riding out this disaster. Seems as if this country is going from one natural disaster to the next on a weekly schedule. Let’s pray this is the last of it.


Saint or Sinner or A Little of Both?

“Contemplation often makes life miserable. We should act more, think less, and stop watching ourselves live.”
― Chamfort

I love the quote above. I think we should all try to get out of our heads a little bit more and enjoy the moments. I don’t do a very good job at it. Oh, sure, I’m a pretty good actress with acquaintances. I can laugh and smile with the best of them but often it’s a bit tinny with a hint of delicate glass giving it a surreal edge just a bit off center.

I was talking to A yesterday and he made the comment that I was an optimist seeing the glass as always half full. I was honest with him and explained that I see very clearly the negative side of things. I see both sides of the coin and choose to recognize the positive because it’s too easy to be swallowed up by the darkness. Yet I walk on that edge sometimes too often, letting my toes dip into waves of naughtiness, intrigued by the cool darkness and tantalizing edginess which make my blood pound and my pulse race with all that is forbidden. Just a little more, I tell myself, and then in a moment of clarity I pull back remorseful, turning my back and praying that my sins be wiped out.

So, I’m not an angel or an optimist. I’m a sinner like most and afraid that my vices will get the best of me if I’m not careful. What drives me to smile too bright, touch too intimately, and enjoy it too much? I suppose there resides inside of me a sinner and a saint arguing heavily about right and wrong.

Where do you sit on the saint or sinner spectrum? Are you black and white? Do you pretend to bury the ugly and embrace only the light? I was reminded this weekend of how easy it is to bury myself beneath a uptight facade. I get wrapped up in what I should be doing – the right thing… but what is the right thing? It took me an airplane ride and relaxing with a group of ladies that accept me just the way I am to remember it’s ok to cut up and have fun.

Once upon a time ago, I thought in black and white. Now I only see gray. The older I get the more surrounded I am by gray and smudged lines.

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