Spread love like wild fire.
A wild one, wife, and mother of four.
Maybe they are just eloquent words to some.. but if that’s what I was given then I will use them. Join me in a journey through the gospel. Where whirlwind, wild spirited folks dive deep. Where raw and vulnerable life experiences are shared. An oasis of healing and safe place for all.
Peace is a person, and love’s not a feeling that comes and goes.
Hey there wild ones!
This is a must read from Nate Johnston.
“Innocent blood has been shed for far too long in the nations and there has been but a few that have stood in face to true evil and given their lives to see it overturned. But my wild ones will not be those who back down, no, they will be like Esther who chooses to give her life to see every injustice overturned.”
Love lyrics in your ears?
Some of my favorite artist.
Martin Luther has been quoted as saying “Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.”
Tap the album cover to take a listen.
Recommendation #1 - Allie Paige
“Still my heart
I breath you in, God
I don’t have to think too hard
I don’t have to chase your presence”
Recommendation #2 - Taylor Armstrong
“The weapons of camouflage
I lay em down take it off
The mask of facade
I lay em down and I surrender all”
Recommendation #3 - Jess Ray
“I’ll hold you in my trust
I’ll hold you in my heart”
Happy New Year
Luke 1:45 “Blessed is she who has believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord.”
A Fresh Start
Welcome to a new year.
A Fresh start, a new beginning, the budding of a new you.
Take a journey through the beginning of creation. With a seven day journey of meeting Jesus on your yoga mat. To strengthen and stretch your temple. To open your heart to what God has intended for you to receive.
Seven day, week of creation yoga series with Caroline Williams.
A simple tune to keep you grounded and in tune with the savior. He is enough.
To remain in him.
“GOD, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from. True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.”
Psalm 23:1-3 MSG
My Hope for the Future
What did we allow?
As we look at what the year 2020 has brought forth, we may reflect on what has been allowed. There is a major question lingering, a splinter piercing the back of my mind. As we watch the chaos across the news, scroll through the hatred on our feeds, and look at the faces of the desperate, the question yearning to be asked is, “What have we done?”
There has been so much hate allowed in the name of science, race, religion, and politics. At the end of all this ridiculousness, what will be written in the textbooks? What will be taught to our children? Is this an opportunity the tear apart our nation, not just in the year 2020, but for future generations? The families that believe teaching their children to chant, “F**K the police!” is what their grandchildren could be saying. Building a false confidence on the actions of others while disregarding our own actions is a mistake many should repent for.
Questions and deep reflections I would like to have fellow humans ponder on is simply this, “what have we allowed?” and “what have we done?” Have we permitted ourselves to care only about our own agenda and desires above other living beings? Grant me an opportunity to get Biblical. James 4:12 says, “Only one is the lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you to judge another?” This, in comparison to the entire Bible, does not mean if someone wants to kill their baby I cannot say that is murder. This means I cannot point a finger and say she is not viable. Jesus died for all mankind. All are granted the same forgiveness with great mercy.
Knowing the Biblical truth and original intent for creation brings forth so much light and love. If only more knew the truth, the way, and the light. There is no room for hate or judgment, only a plea for justice and life. Life brings forward light and truth for the future generations, leaving the not just our nation, but the world in a better state than it was when we were birthed into it.
In conclusion, my opinion and my heart desperately cry for love. We will not be breathing and standing on this land forever. One day our babies and young loved ones will walk our cities. Reflection on what life we bring forth for them is more than voting red or blue. It is simply putting on an armor of faith and guarding our hearts from offence. What would happen if we were unoffendable? What would humbling ourselves before others and showing love in a way that most would see as impossible do for ou world? What would life be like if we lived with an intelligent, purposeful attitude of esteem and devotion, or a selfless, persistent, outgoing attitude that desires to do good to all with love? This is my hope for future generations.
P.S. Please take a moment to enjoy this melody and bread filled lyrics👇🏽
Where are you?
Passion VS Poise
This is a word the Lord gave to me for a man just three years young. This little guy is so wonderfully gifted. He sees me for who I am, not just that he also sees my future generations. The Love he has for our children is epochal. A wave of transparency packed in a tiny body with the brightest blue eyes. He and his little brother share this, their eyes are a settled sea of clear vision.
Dear Mr. Post,
as the world keeps spinning and demanding more, bigger, and louder. Please consider this..
Passion Or Poise
Have you ever put your arms out alongside of you and twirled around, faster and faster, so fast that eventually even if your eyes are fixed on a focal point.. still you fall. So often we find ourselves wrapped up in a movement, a cause, or a passion. It is something we believe gives us a purpose, being, and presence. Again and again we want to be doing something, we want to be remembered or seen. What actions we take to do this are completely up to us.
How far are you willing to go?
How many will you be hurting along the way?
Is there more to your desire to do rather than to be?
It has become apparent to me in a recent year long observation, that many become overwhelmed with a statues seeking mindset. The perseverance of self elevation becomes more tantalizing than self awareness.
In other words many become so consumed with the need to be seen as accomplishing and doing acts of faith rather than simply praying and reflecting with the creator to see themselves through the creator’s eyes.
Do you remember the story of Mary and Martha?
Mary sat at the feet of Jesus while her sister Martha grew angry and frustrated with her. Martha felt alone.
She in all her doing forgot one of the most crucial questions in existence. The very first question in fact:
The very first question God himself ask in the Bible is this:
“GOD called to the Man: “Where are you?””
Genesis 3:9 MSG
Notice he did not ask: what are you doing? Where is your faith? Where is your shame? Who did you save? How many did you save? Did you get it all right? Are you following all of my commandments? Did you do everything I asked? Did you pray at all today? Did you journal your thoughts? How did you speak? How did you love? How did you walk? Did you eat clean and exercise well? Etc.
Nope! None of the above.
Where are you? He spoke.
Let that settle in your hearts, he wants to know where are you?..
Has a recent passion taken over and consumed your thoughts with doing?
Let’s look at the facts:
1. strong and barely controllable emotion.
2. a state or outburst of strong emotion.
1.graceful and elegant bearing in a person.
balance · equilibrium · control · grace · gracefulness · presence
be or cause to be balanced or suspended.
When we search for Abba, the father’s original intent for our lives it becomes clear that we do not need to reach for his attention or prove it.
Our doing can quickly become a passion, which as you read by definition is a fine line to walk.
Is it possible that in our strive for perfection or performance we ask Jesus to take the wheel but give him directions?
Who likes a backseat driver?
With all the love in every fiber of my existence I would implore you all to seek the father in the same manner Mary did. Stop for a moment, take a breath.. Seek the Creator, who has gifted us his son, with stillness.
No more spinning in a movement that may have become an aggressive outburst. Seek his face and you’ll find balance. Are you holding your passion with poise; are your dreams and desires held before the King with an open hand?
Where are you?
P.S please enjoy easy listening, peaceful prayer, and a love filled life💕
You Are What You Behold
Robe Your Minds For Action
Sharing the enlightening words of Jen Wilkins. As she walks through what it means to be prepared.
You will know a man by his fruits, there is no getting around that. No matter how much you talk the talk or try to walk the walk. When the pressure is on..the truth is revealed.
I can feel your silence like a thousands pounds.
Does it hurt?
Have you ever felt the weight of something?
Maybe stress with the new lifestyle changes, school, or schedule?
What about a change in a relationship?
Have any of those physically pulled on your heart strings?
Recently we’ve all come out of a different kind of stress, the stress of a pandemic. The changes in our every day life, illness, and the loss of loved ones.
How we all react and respond to different kinds of pressure..in my opinion..it’s all figuratively Okay.. some will cry, some will keep themselves busy, and some will find another source or outlet to move through what they’re feeling.
In the last fifteen months I have a walk-through loss in different ways. Last year my husband and I discovered we were unable to physically create new life due to a surgical error. We had spent time picking out new names planning where the baby would go in the new nursery and how our lives would change. The excitement of diving back into newborn stage filled us with such joy and hope. When we discovered the procedure that was done was not reversible and more than we had believed we were taking on- it was devastating. It was just days before my oldest birthday, and I was struck with grief. Almost as if a death of a future hope much like what women experience in a miscarriage. The loss of some thing I may not have had yet or known completely but so loved. One year later a dear friend lost her son just before his 12th birthday. Grief of losing a child or the possibility of having a child hits you in a way that creates a rippling effect through future generations. When grieving and lamenting through these losses I have come across a common misconception. “Push through” and “press in” are not necessarily enduring statements to deliver to those who are hurting. I understand the sentiment behind it, they are just another way of saying “be strong”. However when walking through grief and seeing others living and grieving, there should be a silent assessment. This woman, she lost someone she knew for over a decade and in sadness or loss of words the term “be strong” or however you put is not words necessarily something to be spoken. As mother or a woman expecting and struck with miscarriage, with the loss of a future hope.. the grief sits and I believe so many of us think that we should just skip the lamenting in the morning and the crying and jump right into joy. Go on push yourself to be better, just smile, work through it and get over it..are you kidding me?
Something died. Whether it was the life unseen or someone you knew, as believers we know that life goes on to be held with the heavenly father. But there is a loss here on earth the imperfect world we live in. To believe that the Lord creates life and all the ways he brings us joy with beauty and a gift, when that leaves us, it does hurt.
I’ve seen others I care for deeply feel things they haven’t felt before. A relatively new friend of mine lost one of her very best friends. See both women spiritual giants, both women very mature and their walk with the Lord, both women inconceivably strong, both women loved the Lord. One woman lost her battle after being diagnosed with Covid. The other was left deeply wounded and to deal with the loss of a very close friend and yet just two weeks later the very same woman carrying pain already lost her mother. She confided in me and expressed to me the anguish and agony she was going through. And yet how believers surrounding her, church members continue to tell her to “be strong”. Frustration is unbearable, those around her understanding what pain feels like and yet not recognizing it. For anyone to think that because you know the Lord, you walk with him so well, and you follow his commands and love his word ..that you don’t feel pain..that’s not how it works!
If you would like to put yourself in the position of speaker at the service.. strength to you. You are placing yourself in a pillar position.
In my opinion, I believe pain is not something measurable.
If I were to say to you “Hey! Poke me in the eye!” As you stand in front of me.
Then follow that with, “then tell me if it hurts!”
Are you able to?
Do you know if it hurt my eye?
You did the poking, you made an assessment.. Did it hurt? How much?
*we cannot let fear of sorrow keep us from being there in silence and prayer.
The woman I spoke of previously, the one who lost her battle with COVID-19. Was a spiritual giant, an epic life with great wisdom. The Lord blessed her with many talents such as; baking, sewing, gardening, and of course a lover of the Word.
She was my Aunt Linda.
Although she can’t see this. I will write it here. I will pray it allowed. I will blow it from the trumpet.
I can feel your silence like a thousand pounds.
The sadness swallows me up in waves with heights unmeasurable.
The tears have not yet fallen, for the Father is my comfort.
Yet to breath unbearable, to move like rusted seized hinges.
I stare into the clouds believing I will see you again, while your boxed ashes sit before me.
All that I am, so much of what I know, a great piece of me awaits in heaven.
While here on Earth I wait it hurts.
I love you, I miss you so badly. Thank you for teaching my to love the Lord and cherish his word.
See you later..
I have to wonder Yeshua is this what you felt when Lazarus passed? These feeling we are created with you know them all to well my King.
I lament for my joy come in the MOURNing.
**this is a photo she took one month before her death** her caption- “Out walking found a lonely chair”
Music for your heart strings.
Melody mull over my aching heart.
I’m not sure if your into the enneagram or not but I register as a 4w5.. if Myers Briggs is your bag I’m an INTJ. I need a place of peace to process.
“The road back to you” by Ian Morgan was a great take on enneagram if your interested.
As I’m still healing from a loss the lyrics and tune to these set well with my soul. Would you please tap the underlined link to enjoy. The images this time are not the album covers but images of a love lost.
When it’s hard to breath.
I pleaded with the Lord for comfort.
When every move aches.
I asked Jesus to hold me, like a child.
When the tears don’t form.
Not all cry.. but we do still feel. The Lord is my comfort.
When I know where she rest.
The Father is so gracious.