Yearly Archives: 2016

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What’s Ahead

I’m writing early.

Sitting here on the fringes of Monday, I’m looking out onto the new week, the new year that is coming, and I feel a full well of strength, confidence, and security filling up on the inside of me.

It wasn’t there this time last year.

2016 was a bit of a doozy. Nothing life-shattering, but life-changing?… Yes. Maturity making? Refining? ….Absolutely.

The holidays have afforded me the chance of going on more long walks lately. Dreaming, imagining, praying, working things out in my mind is usually what takes place on all these suburban sidewalks. And there are a trio of thoughts that I feel like I should really wrap a tight fist around this year. Maybe you’ll join me?….

  1.   I need to fervently ask God to be bigger in me than anything or anyone I confront or encounter. He already is. But I want it to be seen, felt, and evident in my life. Mostly to me. But others too.

 2.   I need to be lazer focused on the assignments He provides for me this year. This means not being lured away from my purposes via media, laziness, or a shaky selfhood.

3.    I need to remember that I don’t need anyone to speak my identity over me, because God already has. This isn’t a turn towards being overly confident. It’s simply a sweet assurance that He has called me to certain genres, just like He has called you to yours, and I don’t need anyone else to affirm it for me anymore. I just need to get to work.

I made my way along a dusty bayou a few days ago, where a blue heron swooped in low below me. I’ve seen him before around our waters, because he seems to nest nearby. Most often times, when I encounter one of these large birds, they take flight when I make my way past their station.

But not this guy, not this time. I walked directly opposite of him, and he not only refused to fly away, he didn’t even look to acknowledge my passing. He stared out to the side, looking secure and focused. He looked like He knew the reason he had come to rest on that sandy bank, he knew his purpose for the day, and so he stood strong no matter who happened to strut by.

This go around, let it be us.

As we visor our hand up over atop our eyebrows this week, peering into the coming year, let’s be thoughtful and intentional about how we will handle what it holds. Be prayerful about it. Planning without prayer is like aiming for the big wide sky blindfolded. He will narrow it down for You. Listen. Take note. Move forward.

It’s still dark but the oldest is stirring. A full day awaits. Mama here needs to shed this robe and dive right in.

This spot, along with all social media accounts, will be quiet and chirping this week. I want to sit under His wings for a while without distraction, as I consider what’s coming.

I’ll be back and happy about it, the Monday after new years…just one week away!

Blessings and revelation to you all, as you round out what’s behind us, and eye what’s ahead. Yes!

Hugs to everyone.

 

 

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Immanuel

Here we are, three days before celebrating the coming of our Christ, and there’s something burning warm that I want to share with you. If we grasp this word we will find freedom, so lean in a little… He has always wanted to be the God who is with us. If I could slip my arm through yours, and pull… Read more →

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Filled vs Fraught

This time of year is always filled, or fraught, with all things friends and family. It can be filled…. with gatherings, and fajitas, and gourmet cheese balls, and aunt Ruth’s chocolate silk pie. It can be filled with loud laughter, and reminiscing, and catching up, and embracing necks that you don’t see often but wish you did. It can be filled… Read more →

Syria

Yesterday, I stood at my kitchen counter and thought about Aleppo as I cut up onions. Dumping slices atop a chuck roast, I glanced outside my window and marveled at the fact that I get anxious, and shut my blinds, and pray for safety when I see a car in my drive that I don’t recognize. Seriously. And there in… Read more →

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Tune

It was well past her bedtime. She came into my room while I was readying wardrobes for the the next day. When I heard her footsteps and her, “Mommy?”… I jolted out with a quick, “Honey, you should really be aslee……” But before I could finish, she pushed her words out fast…. “Mommy, I wrote a song.” She held her… Read more →

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Camps

I used to think that everything and everyone could be neatly nestled into the black and white. For decades I was of the thinking that all things could be divided up into dark and light, righteous or unrighteous, good or bad…. That if one part was dark….all of you was. That if there was any light shining in – then… Read more →

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Underneath

I set gas to flame and formed a fire this morning in the chimney. It’s dancing happy across the room right now. The bedroom hallway behind me is still dark with sleep. Lit trees of Christmas are all the light I need to sit here with you at this cracking hour. And the green glow of the oven clock is… Read more →

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Gripped

We awoke to a drop in temps today. I have on an actual long sleeve, a fire is burning low and constant in the living room, and I’m sitting square in front of an indoor Norfolk Pine. Running my fingers along the fringy stems just now, I feel we’ve finally welcomed the first hint of winter. Writing of cold, this… Read more →

Wordless

I’ve had to keep the Clorox close here lately. I’m currently sitting out back, across the yard from a boy, who is feeling quite ill. If I may be so blunt, my friends….. this season has been ghastly. Weeks and weeks of illnesses, all sorts and varieties, all of them from the pit of hell itself. I almost feel like… Read more →

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Tonight

There’s something about music that moves me on the inside. It strikes up all kinds of wild inspirations in my mind’s eye, calms almost all inner unrest, and sends me soaring to another place, time, environ. Always has. It’s a wonder my fingers never found their way to keys and strings. Are the early thirties too late? Rhythm did end… Read more →