Sometime, Somewhere


Unanswered yet? the prayer your lips have pleaded
In agony of heart these many years?
Does faith begin to fail? Is hope departing?

And think you all in vain those falling tears?
Say not the Father hath not heard your prayer;
You shall have your desire, sometime, somewhere.

Unanswered yet? though when you first presented
This one petition at the Father’s throne,

It seemed you could not wait the time of asking,
So urgent was your heart to make it known.

Though years have passed since then, do not despair;
The Lord will answer you sometime, somewhere.
Unanswered yet? nay, do not say ungranted,
Perhaps your part is not wholly done;

The work began when your first prayer was uttered,
And God will finish what he has begun.

If you keep the incense burning there,
His glory you shall see, sometime, somewhere.
Unanswered yet? Faith cannot be unanswered;
Her feet are firmly planted on the rock,
Amid the wildest storms she stands undaunted,

Nor quails before the loudest thunder shock,
She knows Omnipotence hath heard her prayer,
And cries, “It shall be done, sometime, somewhere.”

Ophelia G. Browning.

I don’t typically post anyone else’s work on my blog but I read this poem in the ‘Streams in the Desert’ devotional this morning and it blessed and encouraged my heart about the diligent and heartfelt prayers I have prayed for many years, yet unanswered.

-Photo Me October 2011 Copyright ©


God Is For Us

It is an amazing discovery when we come to realize that God, the Creator of the whole universe, is concerned with our daily lives in a deeply personal way.

Satan will do his best to convince us otherwise through other people, our circumstances and by suggesting to our minds thoughts that are contrary to God’s word and character. We need to remind ourselves when we are struggling with doubt and discouragement that the devil is a liar and our flesh and feelings can’t always be trusted either.

We must stand on the Word of God and His promises.

Only then can we resist falling into the trap of fixing our eyes on what we see and what we can understand with our own limited human understanding and begin to rest in the assurance that all things are working together for good to those that love God.

God is still on the throne.

He is a God of order and His understanding is far beyond ours; nothing is just randomly happening to us.

Our steps are ordered by the Lord!

He has not left us alone but has given us the Holy Spirit to comfort and guide us through every day and night of our
life in victory.

Victory is certain. The battle belongs to God. He goes before us and makes a level path for our feet. Our part is to trust and obey.

Meditate on this today. God is for us!


Purify Our Appetites

Self-indulgence, and giving into our fleshly appetites, is sin; and it separates us from the presence and blessing of God.

Food has become the idol of many Christians today. We ask to see God’s power and glory while at the same time worshipping at the alter of food.

Join together in following my example, brothers and sisters, and just as you have us as a model, keep your eyes on those who live as we do. For, as I have often told you before and now tell you again even with tears, many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is set on earthly things.
-Philippians 3:17-19

Thank you Father for your certain deliverance! We praise you for your healing power. We receive forgiveness for our sins and transgressions in humility, taking nothing for granted.

Lord, increase our appetite for you, may we hunger and thirst for righteousness knowing we will be filled. Help us to live balanced, self-controlled lives, seeking your face in prayer and fasting as we apply our blood bought right to be freed from the power of sin and the control of our fleshly desires.

Give us the power to overcome our appetites that war against our soul and the abundant live you died for us to have.

Train and equip us to rise up as a mighty army, marching forward in victory, declaring your praises and shining forth your light, calling those that walk in darkness into your glorious light.


Developing Superpowers

One of the awesome benefits of being hurt deeply and repeatedly for extended periods of time is that you begin to come to the point where the pain does not matter so much anymore.

You begin to realize that self-pity is pointless and exhausting. All that heady compassion you once heaped upon yourself you discover is meant to be doled out to the ones you can be sure ‘know not what they do.’

If you’re having a hard time understanding the heart wrenching things that God allows in your life and can find no point or explanation, you can be sure that if you hang on to your faith that God is good, and love, and life, and that there is no darkness in him whatsoever, your eyes will eventually adjust to see him in all things.

This is the key: See God.

He’s there. He’s right here with us in this messy, sinful, beautiful world.

When we see him clearly, pain has no power over us.

I am becoming more like an observer in my times of agony. I am not in denial. The pain is real. It sometimes weighs heavy on my chest, making swallowing, even breathing, a laborious thing.

But often I am sheltered from the pain altogether by the deeper reality of the sheltering arms of God. The pain, which once sucked me into the depths of despair, becomes more like a….

Lost my train of thought as I had to give Forrest a ride. In the car I was explaining how God was using some prolonged painful experiences to grow a new superpower in me; the ability to receive complete supernatural healing.

I went on to say I was like the Wolverine; the bullet enters the flesh but is quickly dispelled, flesh instantly remade.

He responds with, ‘You are nothing like the wolverine! I can look at you a certain way and cause you pain. You’re a delicate little flower!’

He’s right. Somehow, I am both.

It’s a complete contradiction I know. I possess the qualities of both a ‘delicate little flower’ and the steel, impenetrable flesh and healing powers of the Wolverine.

Here’s the deal. Sometimes there is a process I must go through. Often quick, although at times I’m taken out, down for the count so to speak; hope seems lost for a time.

Even the Wolverine has experienced his super healing powers being weakened during intense, repeated attacks after evil had planted a parasite within him to suck the life out of his heart.

Truly, it is the hidden and unconfessed sins left festering in my heart that weaken my ability to withstand the outward attacks. Repentance and allowing God to root out the sin in my own life renews my life and fills me with the joy of the Lord which is my strength.

When we allow the life of Christ within us to flow unimpeded by unconfessed sins, healing flows.

How easy it is to forget that life isn’t about us. This life is a blink of the eye. We have to remember that our choices in this life will matter in the life to come. We have one go round with this thing. Lets press in and live life with the end in mind!

I am passing through the fire. I will pass through. I will come out on the other side refined; pure gold. Not even my clothes will smell like smoke.

I am toe to toe with Satan. He will not defeat me.

The only thing that I need to control is myself. The thing that needs to be conquered is my own sin.

I see the world pointing fingers, wailing and raging against the sins of others. I too have been guilty of believing if others would just get it together it would end suffering.

We have it all wrong. Jesus died to set us free from sin and stripped sin of the power to harm us.

The kingdom of heaven is within us. May we all focus first on applying the cleansing blood to our own temple and dwelling daily in the holy of holies with Christ within our own hearts.

Only then will our lives radiate light. Only then will our existence bring healing to those that come into contact with us.

Only then can we enact any real change on the world around us.

As Christ is allowed access to our whole lives we walk this earth full of his virtue and even our shadows will hold power.

This is my vision.

This is my hearts desire.

I want to be alive and on fire for Christ alone.

Whatever it takes, create in us a clean heart oh Lord and renew a steadfast spirit within us.

-September 18, 2014
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Jesus Loves You

Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing— it sweeps everything before it. Flood waters can’t drown love, torrents of rain can’t put it out. Love can’t be bought, love can’t be sold— it’s not to be found in the marketplace.
-Song of Solomon 8:6

I came across this verse on a blog the other day and this beautiful version swept me up in its passion and beauty.

I keep hearing the whispers of our Savior, ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’

It’s too much love to contain within myself. It flows in and through the dry and barren places of my soul.
Refreshing the deepest parts of me.

Gently God’s love mends the broken places in my heart, moving on to straighten the crooked path of my feet.

This love is bright and strong and stabilizing, carrying me along on the current of contentment in Christ.

Content, yet yearning; desires flames are ignited.



Waiting for the fulfillment of my Beloved’s promises.

I die.

One thousand times I have died.

Born again.

Courage builds. Fears subside.

In God’s image I am being created.

I am given new life.

God’s love for me. God’s love in me. God’s love through me.

My love grows.

Photo Credit:”>Melody Romancito for


Beast Mode

I just want to say: I am raising a champion.

Day before yesterday Forrest bikes home after having ballet classes and rehearsals from 9am-7pm with only a few short breaks in between, downs a weight gainer shake and a snack before rushing out the door to meet a large group to do a 10 mile bike ride at 8pm.

Then, after biking to and from a day of ballet yesterday, same hours, he comes home and eats what he can in 15 minutes before heading out to the gym for weight lifting.

This kid is a beast!


He’s seriously inspiring me to want to start lifting weights again.

I get home from a job where I basically sit all day and have less energy then him. I’ve been doing good this last year to get my walking in three times a week.

I’ve lost my flexibility and strength. 👎

Forrest’s consistency is motivating me. It’s much easier to go workout on a regular basis when you have someone to go with.

I’ve done it before. I can do it again.💪

For me its usually sugar in my diet or I’m hitting the gym regularly.

Sugar zaps my energy, exercise rejuvenates.

Hm… Choices.

Time for a change!

And last night Forrest comes home after dance and zonked out on the couch. I woke him with dinner after 30 minutes and told him we would have to leave in 10 to make it to the Bible study at the shelter. He gave an exhuasted sigh saying he could sleep for hours and I told him he could stay home if he needed to rest up.

He blessed my heart SO tremendously when he sat right up and said he was coming with me.

Thank you Jesus for his support!

It was amazing last night. He sat beside me on the picnic bench as I spoke. At one point he was facing the other way and leaned his back against my shoulder and just chilled there for the rest of the meeting.

Aside from what I think was a strategic yawn as my closing
prayer stretched on into the darkening night, he was an active, positive contributor to the meeting.

He doesn’t even mind me using him as an example and sharing the stories of what God has done and is doing in my life as it pertains to him.

Thanks for reading!

I just had to do a little parental shout out. We’ve come so far by the grace of God!


Push in? Pull back?

As some of you already know I recently began leading a group that meets at the local woman’s shelter. The first week we met I gave my testimony and afterwards there was a lot of prayer, healing and ministry to the women.

One women, desperate for work, was connected with a lady that attended from our church who offered her a job. She has now been employed for several weeks.

We ended up staying until 10pm because God was moving mightily that night.

The next week, the day before I was to teach, flash flood warnings were issued across the city. The Salvation Army was hit. The room where the boys and girls club meet was flooded. The week after that they began meeting in the chapel due to flood damage to their meeting room.

Two sisters staying at the shelter came my first night teaching and were a tremendous blessing to all in attendance. They were both highly anointed and operating in the gift of prophecy and wisdom. One shared how on the night of the flood several signs were given warning them of the need to pray against spiritual attacks.

One of the sisters, a powerful woman of faith, had been told she had to leave the next day. She was helping women there bound by the enemy, and was being forced out for no good reason.

The amount of pain and suffering that is encompassed within the walls of this shelter is palpable. The day after the flood there was a spirit of chaos stronger than I have ever seen before there.

We have met 4 times since the flood and although the last three weeks we have had to wait for the boys and girls club to clear out first, we haven’t thought it a big deal.

Last night I received this email:


The former group leader and I are praying about this today before I respond. We typically meet on Thursday nights. It is my hope that we will somehow still be able to meet tomorrow.

This morning I woke up and was considering holding the meeting at my house.

As it has been, I show up early and go around speaking with the ladies and inviting them to come. There is only one consistent attendee from the shelter, the others come and go, sometime even during the meeting.

Many don’t have vehicles. I know that myself and another group member from my church could carpool if we decided to try this route.

No doubt getting women to come to my house would be a long shot. The women can be skittish and would likely feel too confined and committed to attend this way.

In the spring we met a few times out back. There is a playground and picnic tables. Perhaps as long as the weather obliges the volunteer coordinator would give us the go ahead.

I don’t believe it’s Gods will for me to stop reaching out to these women, even for a month.

Please pray for wisdom, favor, open doors, provision, power and grace to flow into this situation in abundance.

Pray that I won’t cave to my fears that I am not up for this task, not equipped for this fight and that I can’t be much help to others because of my own messiness anyway.

Push in? Pull back?

I can feel Satan pushing me to just go with the month off. I’m sure he would like that time to lull me into an apathetic attitude about the whole assignment.

To me, the one reluctant to step into my calling, this is a crossroads.

What are you coming up against in your own life that is asking you to push in, while at the same time presenting an enticing opportunity to pull back and hit cruise control?

Blooming in harsh conditions


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