Wednesday, October 7, 2015

To Dance

Then he broke through and transformed all my wailing
into a whirling dance of ecstatic praise!
He has torn the veil and lifted from me
the sad heaviness of mourning.
He wrapped me in the glory-garments of gladness.
Psalms 30:11

I read a book by Brene' Brown that said to be really vulnerable with each other, we must learn to laugh, dance, and sing. Shortly, before that I had heard a man and women speak about the powerful effects of laughter, and how when we start to tell ourselves lies, it actually works to laugh at them. After all, isn't it God that inspired Solomon to say that laughter is like medicine?
Then, I remembered a retreat that I went to a couple years ago and they had a talent show. My favorite talent was a young woman that got up in front of everyone and sang a childhood song. There was a small thing-she could not carry a tune at all! But, her song was absolutely beautiful! 
This brings me back to dance.
There was a wedding a couple weeks ago. I had the honor of being in this wedding. This was an honor for me on so many levels that I won't go into, but I will say it nourished my heart. 
It nourished my heart as a friend
a woman
a mother
and a wife
At this wedding,  there was laughter and song and then there was the dance. 
We watched the Bride and Groom dance which was incredibly romantic, and, I know, the wedding is about them. But, this dance was about my husband.
I could see him standing on the other side of the dance floor and I knew the Spirit was telling me to dance.
Take note that neither of us have dance experience!
When I pulled my husband onto the dance floor, his smirk was priceless. We had so much fun! 
To dance with a crowd of people around us, but feel like it's just the two of us is heaven.  And, at that very moment, I felt like God had broke through years of grief and given me a glimpse of all the joy that is to come. 
We've had a lot of grief, loss, pain, etc yet there is joy to dance, sing, and laugh. God sees through the pain and breaks down the veil and brings gladness. 
Today, I am dancing in this.
Say That Again to me Jesus as I dance  before you.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

The Dash

There's a beginning.
There's an end.
And, there's the dash in between.
The dash in between is the life we live between being born, and dying.
The Dash.
It's full of our parents hopes and dreams, anticipations, cries, and maybe even disappointments. 
It's crammed with friends, possibly siblings, strangers, our own families.
 Or, maybe we are all alone.
The Dash; has stuff, lots of stuff. 
It's full of countless choices, thoughts, and decisions.
Maybe regret.
Hopefully rejoices.
Thousands of celebrations.
For some, it is short, way too short. For others, it is long.
It has a tendency to be riddled with fear as age creeps upon us, or maybe it is loneliness.
The dash is often accompanied by illness, anxiety, and stress.
So many hopes and dreams for this dash----
When I come to the end of my dash, all of these will be true for me.
Jesus holds them all, and so much more.
Dance in your dash.
And, when it comes to the end, even though there is sadness, I would like to think that my dearest friends have the courage left in their dash to dance for me!
Continue to Say That Again and Again!

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Hope In God

O send out Your light and Your truth, let them lead me; let them bring me to Your holy hill and to Your dwelling places. Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and upon the lyre I shall praise You, O God, my God. 
Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, the help of my countenance and my God.
Psalms 43:3-5

Hope in God. As I look around at the world today, and even at things within my own family, there are things to be disturbed about. I need and want to hope in God. I need Him to send out His light and truth. I absolutely need Him to lead me. 
He promises to bring joy.
He says He is my Help!
I will praise His name even when I do not understand, when the path appears dark, I will pray for light, and trust that He is leading.
Because He is God, and God is good through every situation.

And, so I will again Rise Up into the light of Jesus and dwell in His truth and walk according to His Word all the days of my life. I will not fear the lies of man, but I will know in my heart all that God has said and have His joy deep in my soul.
Say that Again, Shout it out, Rise Up, and Say that Again!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Rise Up, Again and Again!

If every woman were to RISE UP to the God-given position created  for her, how would our world be different? If we each used our voice to speak out about not just the pain and the fears, but the joys and the dreams, how could we change each day presented to us?
What if we RISE UP to the challenges and say yes, if we believe in the dreams that seem impossible, and know that love is constant because love is God. What if, together we RISE UP and in our weakness and vulnerability, we are strong through Jesus!
 If every woman were to RISE UP and accept the gifts from the Holy Spirit, how miraculous would that be?
Gifts of prophesy, healing, and speaking in tongues.
A Word of Knowledge, Discernment, and faith.
As the Spirit anoints the Saints, He stirs within women today. I know He is calling me to RISE UP and lead in more ways than I have before, RISE UP and speak in different ways than I have before, and be bold! 
RISE UP, women of God, in every way, for your Creator is calling you!
Say That Again!

Monday, August 24, 2015

The Long Journey

The road between my family of origin and my home is very long. It took me two long days to make the drive there a couple weeks ago, and now, my husband and I are driving back to our home again. 
Just like the long drive, these last two weeks have been a long journey for me. 
An insightful journey.
Delightful. Sad. Peaceful. Irritating. Joyful. Frightening. Hopeful. Heart-wrenching. Maddening. Funny. Quiet. Exhausting. Changing. Spirit-filled. Life-giving. Wanting. Needing. Lonely. Free. Delivering.
My Mother died.
It still sounds a little strange to say it.
I learned some things about her that I didn't know, and I realized that all children have trouble, in various degrees, seeing their parents as real people. 
My mother died, and it stirred a lot of emotion inside of me. The first thing I wanted to do was run to Jesus and pray. I needed to be in a quiet space, someplace alone with Him. My soul was able to delight in His comfort, the peace of His love.
He moved me in ways I've never been moved before. 
Thirsting for more of Him,
and for His filling in the gaps of my family.
Sometimes there is pain, and a void that hangs in the room after a loss. A loss of many years, loss of trust, loss of hope, loss of faith in each other. Nobody knows what to do, or where to start, but I do know that God will lead the way. 
Feeble bodies, minds, and souls can be lifted up into the heart of God and be healed. Families that are pained, will be healed.
Journeys are long. This is a long journey for me. 
I am so thankful that I am not on this journey alone. For God has promised to never leave me or forsake me.
Say That Again, My Lord and Savior!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Four Old Ladies

My day was spent with four old ladies, much older than me. I drove them to church. 
Three of them squished their soft bodies in the back seat of my car and buckled each other in.
Each of them are over eighty.
We drove to a little white country church with a tall steeple, and sat on a narrow pew. The church was full, our pew was shoulder to shoulder saints.
We sang old hymns, and blessed each and every child. It felt like I had gone back in time.
As I drove the car, listening to the four old ladies, I was so struck by the cycle of life. Each of them with a story about a husband or two, children near or far, grandchildren that once came to play. And now, so many of the people they once had in their lives, are gone or busy. 
They have each other.
Old ladies, old friends.
These women, so rich in life, yet in so many ways forgotten. So faithful to turn to God in prayer, because they know that is really the only way to win the battle, yet so many times never asked to pray. Women with a wealth of wisdom and knowledge, yet so often pushed aside never to be heard. 
These women are thirty years older than me, a lot can change in thirty years! As I listened to them, and watched them, I prayed. I don't know what God has in store for me in the next thirty years, but I do know that I want more. I want more of Jesus, and more of His promises. I want more richness of relationship from family and friends, more love, growth, and wisdom. 
I want to be embraced, not pushed aside. 
I want all that Jesus has for me, to step into His Promised Land and thrive there.
Say That Again, Sweet Jesus!

Saturday, August 15, 2015


When you walk, your steps will not be impeded; and your foot will not stumble.
Proverbs 3:23

I just drove over 1800 miles in two days. It was a very long road trip. For the most part, it went very well. Near the end of my road trip, I felt a little tripped out. I spent much of my time on the phone talking to my husband.
 I was exhausted. 
The second day of my trip felt much longer than the first day, and I took more breaks. So, by the end of the day, it was dark when I was nearing my destination. I kept praying for God to keep me focused and awake. My husband directed me on the lonely country roads. It helped to have his voice in my ear as well as my friendly GPS.
The 1800 miles of road tripping was really amazing. It gave me time to think, pray, sing, cry, and listen to favorite books. I thought a lot about previous trips with me sons, and thanked God for the blessing I have in them. 
I loved the long stretches of sunflower fields and the beautiful acres of tall corn growing in the sun. I praised God for the farmers I saw working hard in the dirt, and the numerous cows grazing in the pastures. 
Life is precious.
Every step of the way.
There are so many golden moments. 
In the midst of loss and sadness, there are golden moments before us, precious times. This is what I love about God, He lays out such beauty and peace.
In my 1800 miles I felt some major irritation, too. It was like walking through a dry desert with no water, but even that period of time, God blessed me. He pulled me through, very gently. 
He showed me my fears.
Jesus, sometimes I start to feel like I'm tripping out inside my heart, and I need you to calm me down. You are always there. You have promised that I will not stumble when I walk with You.
Say That Again!