Mornin’ DearHeart!
I’m thinking about my vacation bible school memories this morn. The circle stories and storytellers … the crafts … theme songs like ‘This is My Father’s World’, Nibor’s recreation-red rover; duck, duck, goose; Joy Freeman’s grape Kool-Aid. (We would jump up to see into the kitchen window as we turned the corner in Bethel’s hallway to see if she was the stirrer – I feel sure she doubled the sugar, mmm!). Memories.
You know, around the entire globe, every ancient culture has had records of rituals and history. Some records are extensive. Others are pieced together with dinosaur bones, leaving us to guess the missing pieces, and passed down treasures:
stories
art
blueprints
dance
writing
paintings
sculpture.
Killing off the artist and the story tellers as our civilization fast-tracks in the name of progress is a killing off a holy class. It makes my heart hurt. The singers, the keepers of the story, dancers, musicians, poets, craftsmen … all those who have the ability to move the the souls and the spirits of people are at risk. It is in traditions, like VBS and Sunday School, and making time for our people that the bones of our culture are carried in the ark and delivered right into our own time.
Blessed memories, Sweetheart – our memories.
Our stories of God Almighty’s hand on our people.
Keeping them sacred requires you and me to be intentional in sharing them.
My friend, if we don’t do it, who will?
Wake up.
Share a God memory in your life.
Plan another for tomorrow.
Go to bed.

‘These words that I am giving you today are to be in your heart. Repeat them to your children. Talk about them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.’ (Deuteronomy 6:6, 7 HCSB)

‘and many peoples will come and say, “Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, … He will teach us about His ways so that we may walk in His paths.” Isaiah 2:3

His counsel is so rich in nature, SweetOne.
His wisdom seems to eke out of the trees as if soft and rare and for you only. His flowers open with tongues singing His praise and the songs of His birds melt knots in your heart til they are all untied. There is nothing like it.
The voice of the Creator – this is His promise. Hear Him teach you.
Make it a glorious day BelovedOne!

‘For every one of God’s promises is “Yes” in Him’. 2 Corinthians 1:20

Hello PowerfulOne!
There is a secret that is the key – the kind with little scrollwork on top – that causes wild-wandering to fall into step. When we stumble, and the traps snap and bind, there is only one call we must make to counter the predator:
JESUS
He immediately shows up, diving over fences, walls, whatever traps the enemy has set. He is the living being that comes to us from any place, under any condition. He and the enemy have known each other for a very long time. Our Savior tracks him through stories and fables and dreams and through our entire lives. Wherever the monster rears his ugly head, our Counter Attack is poised and ready to win.
Sweetheart, get this: when our soulful life is threatened, yes, when the stakes are high – it is not only acceptable to call on God Almighty, it is also acceptable to show your teeth. And, mean it.
Your Creator powers you. You are no longer a target or an easy mark. Push the predator back where he belongs. Go.

‘When the wine ran out, Jesus’ mother told Him, “They don’t have any wine.” (John 2:3 HCSB)

Hello ChosenOne-
I wonder if Mary and Jesus had heart-to-heart talks about the journey of his birth? The angel, Bethlehem, the stable, visits from Magi.
Would she have asked Him if He knew about His deity? About His purpose? His mission? His destiny?
His first miracle was turning water into wine. Like mom’s command “dinner is ready” what it really means “wash up and let’s eat”. When Mary said the words, “they have no more wine” those were the words that set off Jesus’ entire ministry.
Moms just know things. It was time. The elephant in the room for 30 years was about to be exposed. Think about it, DearHeart, If this moment slipped by, when would the next one come?
“There’s no more wine.”
Now, JC, the ball is in your court. It wasn’t about the wine. The next move was His.
Both He and His mom knew. It was time to get uncomfortable. It was her son’s defining moment.
He knew, deep in His heart and soul He had to take that first step. No matter how small. It was time.
I don’t think Jesus was annoyed with his mom. I think way down deep, He was relieved that she called Him out.
Someone close to you needs a nudge – needs to be called out. Someone needs your nod – your affirming glance. Because, if not now, when?
My time has come.
What about you?

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I love glowing things! And, things that sparkle! And, shiny shoes!
‘You are from God, little children, and you have conquered them, because the One who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.’ (1 John 4:4 HCSB)
Mornin’ GreatOne!
So, do you believe that promise? You are so much more than you think you are. You can do so much more than you think you can!
God LOVES it when we GET-IT!!
When the lights come on and we step into the reality and authority of the Holy Spirit in us, our destiny IGNITES!
That ah-HA stirs up a passion-fire that causes a ripple effect into the lives and destiny of others.
Marinate in this a while: from your walk, others are learning who they are as well.
Well, now.
There’s a thought.
What behaviors linger from your glow, DearOne?