Monthly Archives: October 2013

Only God

starry night

People can know your story

and your struggles.

They can hold your hand,

Comfort you with words of wisdom,

Protect you from loneliness.

But only God can reach in

and make you aware

of your broken-ness


God is the only one responsible

for giving you the hand up

and out of the darkness

of your sin, your pain, and your defeat.

Showing you your brokenness

so that He may use you FULLY


Some days I latch on to a song that speaks to the things that weigh on my heart.

I’ll look up the lyrics,

I’ll peruse the albums,

and I’ll sample other songs by that artist.

And I’ll know – they understand

They’ve been there

They wrote about it too.


Some days I could play Amazing Grace – My Chains Fell Off

over and over and over…

What song is speaking to your heart today?  What is God singing in your ears?

Today, for me, it’s Chris August … Starry Night

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Posted by on October 28, 2013 in Life, in general


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The Hike Full of Messages

prickly pear

It was the middle of June.  It was really hot.  I was bursting with frustration.

I knew I needed to stomp out some of those frustrations on the trail, but I never knew that day how much God was going to show up.  It felt like He wanted to shout to me from the hillsides, and boy, I heard Him loud and clear.  I mean, I felt like He was yelling in both my ears…not in anger but just clearly so I would know exactly what I needed to hear.

I was starting to wonder if the rocks were going to start to “cry out” so I listened.  Carefully, intently, and I stopped to take pictures and notes of what He was showing me.  I stopped and sat down occasionally and wrote the messages out.

Truthfully, if I hadn’t feared embarrassment (or feared being mistaken for a person suffering dehydration) I would have shouted back… “Slow down God, you’re talking too fast!”  “I need for you to give me a chance to write some notes AND drink my water!”

On this particular day of hiking I was looking over at the dry creek bed in my favorite canyon in Tucson and the dusty path that leads to the water’s edge.  I realized that the dry season was almost over.  Everything in the desert was withering, dying, and disintegrating.  It was waiting for the refreshment of the monsoon weather or it would soon die of thirst.

The late afternoons would soon bring in the rush of the wind, the huge and short-lived downpours, and the sudden filling of the dry washes with unexpected torrents of water.

When these monsoons happen…everything will grab at the thirst-quenching rain in order to survive to the next rainstorm – and further on to the next – until the desert heat finally subsides, rain comes more frequently and the plants resume their healthy appearance.  From the looks of some of those cactus that day… I’m pretty sure some wouldn’t make it.


The first few monsoons are usually spaced far apart – sometimes a week or two go by with the return of the extreme heat and the cloudless skies until another abrupt storm culminates over one of Tucson’s local mountain areas and let’s out a good downpour.  Everyone pretty much agrees – those downpours lift their spirits.  The best part is that the desert begins to emit a sweet perfume like none other.

God’s point for me was this… I was dry, withering, and was close to disintegrating in my walk of faith with Him.

God was showing me this as I walked and as I carefully examined the cholla and prickly pear that appeared gaunt and hollow.  They needed a refill and so did I.

I needed a refill of the Holy Spirit.  We all need this occasionally.  Part of that is our responsibility by reading scripture, praying, and seeking His will in our life.  But, sometimes we just get discouraged, lazy, or complacent.  It’s then that we begin to wander … yes, wander right into the desert.

But who knew that wandering into the desert would result in the promise of a refilling of the Holy Spirit?

Here’s the thing…

I am clearly, and somewhat impatiently, waiting for the monsoon to blow in.

To quench my thirst,

To fill me up,

So I can thrive,

Not just exist,

but really thrive.

Then, today, a drop fell… then a few more…

Someone shared a devotion and when I heard the message I knew there was more refreshment to come.

How appropriate that the devotion came from a book titled Streams in the Desert.

How appropriate that the message was about how God uses brokenness.  There isn’t much in me right now that doesn’t feel broken.

The hope was in this:  brokenness is useful to God and I daresay it is essential to being filled by the Holy Spirit.

Part of the poem in today’s devotion says:

“Love would I offer unto Love’s great Master,

Set free the fragrance, break the alabaster”

Withering and broken people, when drenched and filled by the Holy Spirit, then have the opportunity to become a beautiful fragrance.

Tomorrow, I hear, it’s supposed to rain.  I can’t wait!

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Posted by on October 15, 2013 in Life, in general


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Five Minute Friday – Ordinary


It’s no ordinary pool.

Not for about 3 months now.

It’s been a sanctuary made of a concrete apron and some fencing and, of course, the pool.

Each and every night, encased in the darkness we spoke.

Exchanging sorrows, apologies, and words – some bitter, some encouraging, some just packed with truth.

It’s like the darkness protected us … But in all actuality – we were in the biggest wide-open space there was by the pool – under the stars.

And we were never alone.

Ordinary?  To the many people passing by it’s just a pool.

But to us, it became a sanctuary for hope and healing.

Under a covering of constellations…

And under the covering of a gracious, merciful, loving and forgiving God.

It’s just not ordinary anymore…

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Five Minute Friday ~Write~


It’s been a couple of weeks since I last wrote-anything.

I didn’t have anything, or so I thought, for this week’s prompt “write.”

So, maybe my Five Minute Friday should be about “not writing.”

…Yes, that works… AND it gets me writing

I just haven’t had the energy to write.  I’ve been spending a huge amount of time talking, explaining, apologizing … praying.

And a great deal of my time lately has been spent watching the sun set each evening from my Adirondack chair.

Tonight, I’m writing though… in the dark, on my notepad, from my chair – outdoors.  Not a lot of talking needed tonight – more like contemplation.

About Life and Decisions and Directions … Big stuff.  Earth-shattering and life-altering big stuff.

Which is always good to contemplate … and then it gets you back to writing.

To write … perhaps the best way up and out of the muck and mire and back into the daylight… and of course, back in my little community of writers…

I’ve been missing you ladies…

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