have you ever baked banana bread? or scones? any baked good?! baking requires exact measurements for it to come out great, so using a recipe is wise if you want a moist bread or gooey cookies.in a recipe, there is an ingredient list complete with measurements for each ingredient, and a numbered list of directions of what to do when with those exact measurements, including the number to preheat the oven to & the amount of minutes to put the tray in the oven for. it’s all there.“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”Psalms 23:1when the Lord is...
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Light up cave with lantern burningNot hereSalt air whips my hair as I sailChurning waves—eyes set on questNot hereTo the stars, seeking in weightless velvetnoWood quietWood stillSunlight sifts throughCanopyHere?A whisper—yes. Pause—rest.Be a moment, as love overcomes. Seek God! He promises if we seek Him, we Will find Him!! Happy are those who keep his decrees and seek him with all their heartPsalms 119:2 “You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.”Jeremiah 29:13 Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty...
Your Fire tickles my toes, flames lick each tip, lighting me to dancedon’t stop telling me secrets whisper it allI want to Know—the flowers’ dress sizes the stars’ names & where the wooly mammoths used to find You in the morning. I want to know what the volcanoes know, and where is the rain stored? I want to know. I want to know You More. come close, I can’t breathe without You. everything else is mannequin mirage, crumbs & vapour, coming to nothing. The earth waits, for You. so make me pregnant—expectant of You. like Moses met with You, FACE...
who doesn’t love delicious French toast?! eggy & sweet, spongy & tasty to eat. this breakfast delicacy delivers cinnamon-y & syrup-y goodness! from flour milled to bread baked, French toast requires time, care, & work, to eventually produce this delightful morning time sweet—a process!like cooking French toast, our lives are process. we don’t wake up to insta-sweetness. we wade through grief. we battle sickness or even the fight to believe. but when we submit to Jesus, trusting His process, we will find goodness in the end. it won’t always be sweet in the moment, but we can look ahead to the...
the sweet repose of a water lily paints a picture of stillness & rest. a refuge, for frogs & dragonflies, insects of all families, to pause. the green leaf only a glimpse of the plant, as long stems wind down to pond bottom where roots nestle, a hidden network. it’s through secret connection the flower floats & flourishes, through this abiding deep below the water, all things flow. rest is enjoyed, by many, because the water lily is planted, tucked in & secure in a deep place only it knows. because of this, it grows & it provides a place...
rollercoaster.we get on—for thrill & for fun—& all we know is we’re sitting down, strapping in, in for the ride. then, as we’re uplifted, we drop, fly, roar! wherever the tracks guide. we’re completely out of control, all we can do is sit, go with the flow, & laugh.isn’t this true—life in God is a little like a rollercoaster. whooosh! we’re going forward in Him, by trust & rest, & it is fun. Joy. Freedom! we don’t have to figure it out. we just need to trust. The Life Engineer made the thing, & on Him we depend! we only...
the first step to not drowning is to acknowledge you are drowning.this seems silly. but imagine you’re in the ocean with no boat & no buoy. head barely bobbing above water as icy dark water chops threaten to swallow life, muscles screaming —exahausted from treading. hungry, hopeless, helpless.wouldn’t your reality be desperation??*sploosh!* a white ring splashes in cold water—a lifesaver tossed from above. will you grab it? or will you choose to drown? this picture just painted is all of us! we’re all drowning without saving, until we realize our need.rescue requires humility.the point is, the moment you start to feel...
touch my uglylet Your love light up my coffinbe with me & the cobwebs wisp away, my heart remembersits songagain& everything new—from my piano key toes to garden brain.I want to walk with You in thecool of the day, going forwardtogetherthat’s all I desire:together.have my ugly. I letYou in—to my basementof dark & spiders & dustfix me. find me.only You canmake it betterthe pain like cabooses crushingmy chestyet normalbecause it’s all i’ve knownyet Youyet, Youtouch my uglywash my woundsi’m ready100% seenall the wayknownI welcomeYouI’m donehidingbehind my leaf loin clothfind mehave mei’m Yours
what’s in you? we’re all like a pocket, with a space to be filled. but we must be emptied first to begin again.
