Unexpected

 Wow! Life can throw a curve into the unexpected. I'm finding that to be true more often as I face getting older. "Unexpected" has happened throughout life, but as one ages, it just seems to come more frequently. I love the sweet, unexpected joys! The phone calls, texts, letters, cards. The well- wishes, the gifts, the blessings,... Oh the joy these can bring! Unexpected good news! But there is an unexpected that brings sorrow, grief and woe. A season, perhaps. A time that God has to walk through the valley, while carrying his child. "Unexpected". No matter the one that you're facing right now, there is an answer. There is a hope... for the God of all Comfort steps into these seasons of life and brings a deep peace to those who are his children. "I'm here. I'm in control. I was with you before you were in your mother's womb, I fed, led, and protected you, and I will be with you in all of the "unexpected". Take heart, dear ones. The Lord has provided promises in His word and peace through His Spirit. He will bring us to an Expected End! __(Selah!) 

Res 08/27/26 1:30 p.m.

The Little Tree

How I love the little tree, that everyday brings shade to me; and covers me from the sun's hot rays, to bring me shelter day by day. 

How I love this little tree. The birds perch high, and sing to me; from branches, bark, and leafy bloom; sing sacred songs in my sweet room. 

How I love this little tree. Where I meet God and He meets me... and where I write a thousand words; as I listen to the sound of birds. 

How I love this little tree. It gently sways, and brings some breeze. As if a fan upon  branches sway; to cool me from the heat of day. 

How I love this little tree. It's beauty is revealed to me, and comfort brings me here below; as I commune with God; I know...        I love this little tree!

RES (6/16/26 12:00 p.m.)

To Abba

Abba,

The best of my ability to worship you is not sufficient; for we are all frail human beings. The best I have to offer you is flawed, but I choose to give you the best I can today. 

One day you'll receive perfect praise. One day we will be like you and have the necessary spiritual ability bestowed upon, and within us to glorify you with our entire being. 

I am thankful for, "that day"...A day I look forward to with great anticipation... but until then I offer this... the sacrifice of an imperfect love; that was bought by your perfect love, washed clean and made holy. I will lift up these worn and feeble hands, this wrinkled, blotchy face and this heart of love to you alone. The God who so loves. I will love you with my best. Right here and right now and I purpose to love you eternally. 

Abba, hold me. (like my dear husband said yesterday) but show up today. Show up, show out and inhabit the praise of your weak, and wounded child. Amen.

Res

4/12/26

Abba's Loving Arms

How precious!... 

The scene of a loving father, Jake... as he carried his daughter, Reya carefully in his arms, on his way to his truck. 

Reya's little braids, bouncing up and down; as she was held in her father's strong arms. 

How like our Heavenly Father to paint such a living picture of His wondrous, divine love!

Jesus purchased the way in which we too, can call Him, Abba. 

"Our Father"... 

Just like Jake and Reya, we have a Heavenly Father who carries us in His strong and mighty arms; where we are sheltered and lifted high above all harm. 

We, like Reya... can smile, and enjoy the ride. 

Abba,

Let us realize that we are carried by you today, while underneath us are your "Everlasting Arms" of Love.

"The Potter & Me"

                     

Today,  I am breaking the vessel you have become. I know you have already been broken, but not by me. I must re-break you and set you upon my Potter's Wheel in order to make you a more worthy vessel. My own creation. My own vessel. 

The process won't be easy. Remember the hardness of the clay? When you were a young girl during art class?  You held the clay within your own hands while sitting at the Potter's Wheel.

First, you had to pound it into pliablity. By pounding and slamming the clay upon the wheel, it yielded under the pressure. Then came the small water droplets from your fingertips. The washing, refreshing, softening... while you carefully watched and felt the hardened clay become obedient in your hands. 

I promote a yieldedness to the Potter's Hands. A submitting of creature to Creator. 

You are not too old. There is no vessel that I cannot make over again. You are who I create you to be. 

The wheel begins to spin, and I hold you steady; firmly. Slowly at first, and then as the wheel picks up speed, it spins faster and faster. If you don't remain grounded and obedient, you could be injured or even fly completely of the wheel. Then I would have to start the grueling process all over again, because you gave way to the wheel. 

If you submit completely into my hands; trusting, clinging, relying totally upon me alone,... I will begin to cut things away until there is no longer any spot or blemish. I will reach deep within; removing all the impurities. 

It's a deep, deep work, but there will always be the refreshing "water of life" applied in order to comfort and refresh you. 

I will speak my word over you, and I may even begin to sing over you as I perfect you. And when I am ready, I will beautify you. A cutting artistry, a molding image that will make you Divinely unique. A one of a kind vessel that pleases me. Next, I will gently cut you from the wheel; turning you over and inscribing my own mark into you. 

I must leave you for awhile. I have to put you in a sprays place. It will be dark and warm there. I have to allow time for drying. 

BUT, I will return in the morning;  take you into my hands again. Then I must place you within the kiln to fire you. It's the first of two heating processes. Fear not, for I will be with you. This will serve to make you stronger. 

Again, you will be separated from me for a night. When I return, you will have cooled down enough, then I can begin one of the most important steps in the process. I will again hold you within my hands and apply a special glaze to your vessel and I will place you into the fire once again. This time, you will process a bit longer. During this time a glorious transformation takes place. It's marvelous and miraculous. Colors will begin to so within you. A radiance which is drawn from deep within the clay; designed to express partnership of the clay and the glaze. When you completely cool from this, I will come again to you and lift you up and out and examine the work of my hands. BEHOLD! MY GLORIOUS VESSEL!

I have saved you, redeemed you and now you are fit for use. I will bring you out on special occasions and display my handiwork. My Masterpiece to the world! 

I will take of the wine of my blood covenant, and pour into you, and then pour out of you, and into others. They will drink from the cup I have made. 

I will use you, cleanse you, and lastly, display you within my own personal showcase; where I keep all the other Heavenly vessels.

 You will bring much glory to me. For I have inscribed you with my own signature and you will glorify me forever. 

Res/                                                                11/2025

 

STORIES

Stories within a story, of how one life is spun. Inter-weaving of each souls' chapter, until our race is run. 

Oh, the stories within the stories! Only Heaven will tell... How each one wove the weaving, and lived their lives so well. 

Each story will tell His Story, woven dark threads through time. These will later shine the brightest, during Heavenly Story Time.

Res 10/01/25 5pm

"LONGING"

There's a deep longing inside of me to be with the Lord. Even the Apostle Paul desired this before he passed, and John the Beloved said, "Even so, come..." I dare say, most all who are saints of the living God, feel or have felt the same. 

There's a deep longing and a growing unsettledness inside this world... a groaning for redemption. Such a longing that it has set the natural order of the earth reeling to and fro... Waves roar, thunder rolls, the earth quakes and fire pours from beneath sending smoke billowing into the atmosphere.

Oh God, How long? Oh Father, How much longer?

There is a groaning of souls rising up, reaching forth, looking. Searching for hope; for answers which are unanswerable in the earthly realm in which we live. 

There's a sound of weeping... and yet, a sound of children's laughter; awakening the realization that there is still hope in this life. And you, Lord... are that hope!

So, come Lord! Come and bring answers to our questions, bring joy to the sorrow, healing to the wounded, hope for the weary and strength to those who are cast down unto the ground. 

Bring light into the darkness that will shine upon the way we are to take... For the road that many have been walking, is not even close to the path they were meant to take. 

Calm the storms, silence all other voices except yours,...because we need to hear your voice alone.

Save us, rescue us, and heal this land.

res 7/26/25 11 a.m.