Monthly Archives: May 2019

May 14, 2019 tremble

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Good morning, DearHeart.

I often begin in the early quiet to direct the day … this day as I’d like it to be. . . where everything that comes my way, I greet with grace and confidence and the purest joy of Christ – ‘no matter what’ kind of deep-seeded joy.

Allow yourself to see deeply, too … to see with eyes of grace – through the scowls on the faces of others … into their heart where a space in them is responding to you with kindness. Awe – the Master is at work in them through you. Can you see it? Their attack may

appear to be toward you, but it is the mark their desperation for the Holy One. The enemy would like to trip you up by hurling into you an attitude of hurt and defensiveness – but you know the more damaging a person behaves, the greater their cry is for the light of the Savior. Only He can transform any situation into a healing experience, Beloved. Open up your heart,

ask,

and allow yourself to be used as a creative instrument of Divine healing and evolution.

“And now they’re at it again! Take care of their threats and give your servants fearless confidence in preaching your Message, as you stretch out your hand to us in healings and miracles and wonders done in the name of your holy servant Jesus.”

While they were praying, the place where they were meeting trembled and shook. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and continued to speak God’s Word with fearless confidence.” Acts 4:29-31 MSG

Wake up.

With fearless confidence send Christ’s healing into them.

Go.

May 13, 2019 turned

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Good morning, DearHeart.

“The stone which the builders rejected as worthless turned out to be the most important of all. This was done by the Lord; what a wonderful sight it is!” Psalms 118:22-23

Good morning, DearHeart.

I loved the smell of Pop Coon’s barn when I was little. Combinations of hay, fuel and cattle and lumber and all the stuff that comes together in a farmer’s day. Even now, I will often walk through the “shop” type classroom where students are learning everything from construction to landscaping to small engine repair, just to breathe the air of hard work and accomplishment … the instructor grins every time I say, “just walking through – I love the smell of this place.”

We have a personal Carpenter of Love that has set you and me on His workbench where one touch totally transforms. We call out His name, desperate for His touch – the God of the Angel Armies is captured by the cry. Every time.

Your cry.

He sets our tender heart on His lathe of pure love and He begins to spin. Again.

Where rejected, He sands away the shawty grooves. Where termites have ravished, the Master transforms the fibers, then refinishes the surface.

Rare and transformed.

No longer worn.

His work sets you in a higher place with the presence of His mark.

You are His heart. He is your shield.

“But you, O Lord, are a shield around me; you are my glory, the one who holds my head high. I cried out to the Lord, and he answered me from his holy mountain.” Psalms 3:3-4 NLT

Wake up.

Be turned.

Go.

May 7, 2019 hats

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Good morning, DearHeart.

Did you see the Kentucky Derby and pick a favorite horse over the weekend? It was an insane ending that made no sense to me – where it was won by the second place finisher due to instant replay technology, not won by the horse that crossed the finish line first. Apparently, the horse in first stepped out of his unmarked lane – who knew there were lanes (?) and got into another horse’s personal space. How frustrating and messed up is that? I bet if they put big designer hats on the horses like they do the ladies, then their space would would be marked clearly. They may have a time keeping them on, but surely the ladies had the same struggle – especially with those side gigs.

We humans wear lots of hats … I’ve have been a

daughter,

sister,

wife,

in-law,

mother,

employee,

aunt,

mother-in-law,

and Nanny.

Who knows what hats will be donned today?

The truth is I haven’t and won’t wear any hat because I could fit the role perfectly … as I am quite flawed, and my mistakes have been plentiful.

Yet, over and over God has positioned me to fill a role for which I was totally unprepared, or unequipped, to do. I have asked the question many a times, “Am I good enough?”

As His called one, whatever the role, I’ve learned it has nothing to do with being

good ‘enough’ (it’s impossible),

or prepared ‘enough’ (it’s impossible),

or equipped ‘enough’ (it’s impossible),

God positions us. He calls us to prepare as best we can and to just “be”.

Be there.

Do the thing.

Be in Him.

“My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weakness, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:9-10, NLT)

It is His grace. His power. His fuel. And it works best in our weaknesses.

Our weaknesses are opportunities for the power of Christ to be seen and speak of God’s grace.

And … He is enough.

Wear the hat today that He has chosen for you. He will meet you there.

Wake up.

Be in Him.

Go.

Photo: The little chick under this hat is my great niece, Rawlings Coon, daughter of Jared and Mandi Coon. Isn’t she a cutie!

May 3, 2019 rain

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Good morning, DearHeart.

My dad always says, “let it rain, let it rain, let it rain.” … Pop Coon, his dad, always said the same thing … the same way … same pleased expression … standing at the back door, looking out over his wheat field by the house – they both saw too many drought years to ever complain about cloudy skies. Maybe their response is why rain always makes me a little giddy.

Even on the mornings where big plans are supposed to transpire, deep inside a steady rhythm of “let it rain” plays.

The cleansing and rebirth that rain brings to nature absorbs into the soles of our feet …

muddy with rich soil,

hair smelling like pond water;

where freshly laundered creation is cause for celebration.

Much like the third day from the cross.

Transforming power.

Renewal power.

It is from this place that we step into our day clothes, into our ‘busy’ from that wildish place … to be present to the customer,

or the hammer,

or the stove,

or the child,

or the data screens.

We reset.

We breathe in the Wild of the freshly poured Holy Spirit into our decisions,

into the work of our heart,

and our hands,

our plans,

our classes,

our industry,

our responsibilities …

into our little victories and into those pains and losses we carry … always carry … this side of eternity.

He sustains all worlds.

He whispers His ways to us in and out of our minutes. His Spirit courses and calls us and His called ones follow. Our River of Life rushes in, then slows to make sure we are coming, He pauses in still waters to allow us to catch up – and sets the flow again. He has something to show us.

Many things.

He renews so He can reveal new gifts.

“Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all his creatures.” James 1:17-18 MSG

Wake up.

Let it rain.

Renewal.

Go.

May 1, 2019 rulers

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Good morning, DearHeart.

I’ve been watching the heartbreaking atrocities unfolding in Venezuela. I wonder how a ruler can become so filled with hatred and desire to oppress, harm, kill others … to kill their own. Opening fire, running over them with tanks. How can we overlook that these are actual persons, someone’s sons and daughters? And how can we then turn on one another?

I am having a hard struggle with it all…I turn to the only place I can, the place where God shows up … in His Word, and speaks to my heart – deeply ….

I have been reading from the book of Jonah, a story so familiar to us all. We know about the great fish and how it swallows Jonah then vomits Jonah up on the shore.

Yet … hidden in this short book this morning is a revelation of Who He is and how He truly feels towards each one of us drawing breath this very minute.

Jonah had finally obeyed God and gone to Ninevah with the message God had given him to deliver. The result was repentance of a people for whom Jonah did not want spared.

Jonah was mad as all get out at God. Seriously. And he complains and rants to God …

“Didn’t I say before I left home that you would do this, Lord?” (Jonah 4:2, NLT)

Umm, that would be an affirmative, Jonah, for God always does exactly as He says.

“That is why I ran away to Tarshish!” (vs 2)

Did Jonah really think his running away was going to stop God from bringing His Word and salvation to Ninevah?

And then Jonah states what he knew all along (and please don’t miss it!) …

“I knew that you are a merciful and compassionate God, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love. You are eager to turn back from destroying people.” (the rest of verse 2)

Jonah knew his God. He knew God was about saving people. He knew God would do whatever it takes and go to whatever lengths are necessary to bring people to Himself. Jonah knew people are of the utmost importance to our God.

Today my prayer is for us, God’s people, to be more like Him. Towards all people.

Towards those in foreign countries. And those within our borders.

To those outside of Christ, and inside of Christ.

To those we agree with. And to those we disagree with.

Let’s be like Him.

Merciful.

Compassionate.

Eager to turn from destroying people.

Filled with love.

His love.

Wake up.

Turn our hearts to You, Father.

Mercy.

Compassion.

Unfailing love.

Go.