Category Archives: Love

June 22, 2018 60th


Today is their 60th Anniversary.

The greatest gift they’ve given us is their love for God and their love for each other. My brothers and I were raised to feel profoundly loved by Verle and Lynda Coon. I could list ten thousand reasons why Steve is their favorite child, why Russell Fred is their favorite child, and why I am their favorite child- and why each of their grands and great grands and nieces and nephews and their friends are their favorite child. That’s the gift of their crazy love for each other.

They are amazing people with an amazing and brilliant Light.

We are so blessed. #thankYouGod #dadadoresher #wealladorethem

“If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.”

“Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.”

1 Corinthians 13:3 &13 NLT

June 19, 2018 intensity


“Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.”

Galatians 5:25-26 MSG

Good morning, DearOne.

Look around.

Summer morn.

All creation is ablaze in the glory of The Almighty!


Splendor. Even the scent of the dawn whispers His name.

Show me Your GLORY, Father!

Listen to what the words can’t say (but I’ll try to find words for!)

Jesus saw and knew that the entire creation was alive with His presence. His presence is open to anyone who dares to risk every form of comfort. . .

and social status. . .

and position to attain.

The risk of “Yes, Lord” is what enacts His presence.

His vision is clear: the entire task of each earthling . . .

yes, your task and my task, DearHeart,

lies in living out a life that allows

His FORCE, and



to FLOW into our ordinary reality.

And, when we begin to see our small “yes, Lord” as a hidden purpose of God Most High, He releases the most EXTRAORDINARY powers and possibilities, which Jesus understands MUST be released if His Divine plan for the world’s eternity is to unfold in its full splendor.

Ah, release your “yes” to your Creator. Boldly dare yourself to lay your risk out on His alter.

Here I am.

It’s You and me, Lord.

Fill me.

Take me deeper. Go.

I am Yours.

‘Now those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, we must also follow the Spirit.’ (Galatians 5:24, 25 HCSB)

June 16, 2018 gray tape


Mornin’ SweetSoul.

There are parts of the bible that are such a mystery. Parts of it seems bizarre to me. But, what I’ve discovered is that the head-scratching parts of the Bible are not the ones that give me trouble. It’s the parts that I DO understand with crystal clarity – the parts that explain The Most High’s desires of my less than stellar thoughts and behavior that cause me the most angst.

It’s also where I learn of His extravagant love for me … for us, how to walk out these earth-days in His presence, and the meaning of unconditional. His Word always operates, always works.

The Holy book is God’s tool. It is His Word. It is my guide. It brings His Voice into my hours.

At some point I got over the notion that it was untouchable-

I mark mine up,

make notes in the margins,

throw it in the car seat and take it with me,

bend pages every which way.

And then, I get a new one to start the process all over again.

When we see God’s Word for something more than just a flower press or a place to keep clippings of obituaries, He comes alive in us.

IN us … thoughts and actions and words.

By example, my dad taught me that bibles are to be worn out. When my brothers and I were growing up, Dad had one held together with duct tape. That’s my goal, too … to wear out my bibles.

Thanks, Dad.

“The revelation of GOD is whole and pulls our lives together. The signposts of GOD are clear and point out the right road. The life-maps of GOD are right, showing the way to joy. The directions of GOD are plain and easy on the eyes. GOD ’s reputation is twenty-four-carat gold, with a lifetime guarantee. The decisions of GOD are accurate down to the nth degree.

God’s Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries.”

Psalm 19:7-10 MSG

Wake up.

Get your bible.

Wear it out.


June 13, 2018 all things


Mornin’ DearOne.

Prayer is awkward for some folks. They just don’t know how to pray – maybe they think it seems superstitious or they aren’t ‘churchy’ enough. Or, sometimes, even those who can pray the paint off the wall hit a stalemate and just don’t know how to pray for a situation. Or, for themselves.

If you ever find yourself there, just know that Christ interprets even the slightest groan. Try this … get still for a moment, maybe lay your head back on your chair, or park and lean your head forward over your steering wheel … take a deep breath … know God’s angels surround you … nod your head a few times … and simply say,

“Thy will be done.”

“Thy will be done.”

“Thy will be done.”

“Let go. Let go. Let go.”

Trust the process of Your Maker. Hand over to Him complete authority to move in His time, in His way.

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

Romans 8:28

Wake up.

Thy will be done.


June 12, 2018 139:1


Good morn, God’s Child.

Even when I know the Holy Spirit is pulling at me to do a ‘thing’, I still hesitate and weigh it, and beat myself up with the what if’s. What if someone takes it wrong, or thinks there is ill-intent, or that I’m trying to make myself out to be something that I’m not.

Because, God and I know just how very flawed I am. Here is the deal: God knows my heart. He knows your heart. He is fully aware of just how desperately I need Him every single day. When I step in the direction of the Spirit’s call, when my aim is simply to do the next right thing … then who am I to think I’ve gone too far,

or messed up too badly,

or not followed hard enough,

or overstepped the boundaries,

or acted too selfishly,

or behaved too dramatically,

who am I to think that He can’t or won’t meet me right there … at my point of need.

Others may misinterpret or create a story from their tainted perception. They may be misinformed, and run with it. That’s alright.

It hurts, but from the hurt places God does His finest work in you. It’s not your place to judge their journey. God is designing their way, too.

He knows the way I take.

He knows everything about me.

And, He guides me from there.

He guides us from right here.

‘Oh Lord, You have examined my heart and know everything about me.’ Psalm 139:1 NLT

Wake up.

Cherish each Holy prompting.


June 11, 2018 worriers


Good morning, DearOne.

Tell me about your anxiety level. Are you a worrier?

Worry makes things worse – not only for us … but, for others, too. Our anxiety tends to rub off. Ending worry is a choice. It is also a gift you can give to your loves … it is a vote of confidence in their ability to find their own strength in the storm.

We always have choice … we can choose to worry, or we can choose to trust, and surrender our anxious thoughts to the Most High God and move on down His road for us. We can choose to be His adventurer through this. Move ahead as an explorer of this day, this season, this phase of life.

We can choose to roll around with the possibilities here.

Search for opportunities in the chaos – opportunities in the pain – opportunities in the hub-bub of the daily grind.

Feel it.

Suffer with it.

Get dirty rolling around in it.

Let it touch your heart.

And, allow those we love to do the same.

All the while, asking God in the process to remove the veil so we can see what is really happening here, and not be so tangled up in the fears.

Father, remove the veils to see beyond the darkness created by the fantasies and fears in my mind. Remove them that I might see.

Show me Your GLORY. Even here.

Even here.

“Then Elisha prayed, “O Lord, open his eyes and let him see!” The Lord opened the young man’s eyes, and when he looked up, he saw that the hillside around Elisha was filled with horses and chariots of fire.”

2 Kings 6:17 NLT

Wake up.

Look for GLORY.


May 29, 2018 wild and precious


Good morning, DearOne,

In one of her poems, author Mary Oliver brazenly asks, “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

If you’re afraid you’ve come to this question too late, you are wrong. Ask your God-trusting self. Because, this is your reality: the world is re-created in every second of time, and this moment is always your life’s beginning.

I doesn’t matter how many years have been stolen from you …

by your own ignorance,

by cruel fate,

by the acts of others,

by poor choices,

you have a clean, broad slate before you.

And, your Creator wouldn’t place you here if it was not in His plan for you. He will never leave you or forsake you. In this instant—this one now—you can begin steering by the hand of the Almighty, and if you do, the rest of creation will conspire on your behalf … God Most High has appointed an army of angels to guide, teach, and help wild and precious you. Engage your Creator.

“Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh! Keep me from stupid sins, from thinking I can take over your work; then I can start this day sun-washed, scrubbed clean of the grime of sin. These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray. Accept them when I place them on the morning altar, O God, my Rock.”

Psalm 19:11-14 MSG

Wake up.

Start new, Wild and Precious One.


May 17, 2018 Luke


Good morning, Loves.

Well. We’ve washed Luke’s last Ft Cobb Broxton #3 jersey and have pressed the royal blue graduation gown…this manchild that has brought a certain, original spark into our home.

I’ve shouted my last Mustang, “here we go, Lukas” at the ballfield that truly has been our second home for the past 15 years.

I’m a crier. That’s my norm. My guys know I don’t even have to have a reason. And, I keep wondering why I’m not weeping because sentiment usually takes center stage in my heart…mostly, I think it has to do with just being so gosh-darn-crazy-grateful. The Weaver’s asked me last night how I was holding up, I told them surprisingly well; it helps that I’ve learned from Levi and Bryan that they really can do life on their own!

That, and being deeply thankful that God chose Luke for Himself & chose to share him with us.

I’m thankful that Luke is


and light,

and fun,

and independent,

and practical,

and runs on common sense,

and is fueled by the challenge of figuring things out for himself.

I’m praying that as he goes about higher learning, and work … and healthy ways, and day to day living, he will be filled with the fullness of God … because, really … this is the highest prayer a mom can ask for her child. I’m thankful for the gift of him.

“My child, listen to what I say, and treasure my commands. Tune your ears to wisdom, and concentrate on understanding. Cry out for insight, and ask for understanding. Search for them as you would for silver; seek them like hidden treasures. Then you will understand what it means to fear the Lord, and you will gain knowledge of God. For the Lord grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding. He grants a treasure of common sense to the honest. He is a shield to those who walk with integrity. He guards the paths of the just and protects those who are faithful to him. Then you will understand what is right, just, and fair, and you will find the right way to go. For wisdom will enter your heart, and knowledge will fill you with joy. Wise choices will watch over you. Understanding will keep you safe.”

Proverbs 2:1-11 NLT

Wake up.


Open new doors.


May 16, 2018 Luke’s bible


Good morning, God’s Child.

Tomorrow is graduation.

I’ll be getting a new bible.

This one’s going to Luke. The one before went to Bryan. The one before that to Levi. It has been an honor to share my thoughts on scriptures with my sons through journaling in the margins.

This one has been with me the past 4 years … through the most difficult, most painful, and the most joyous years of my life so far … consistently delivering the fresh Voice of God Almighty. My prayer is for this to be the first place my Luke lands daily knowing that as long as he seeks Him consistently with his whole heart, then whatever ‘next decision’ he must make through his days … well, it will be the right one.

‘“For the word of God is living and effective and sharper than any double-edged sword, penetrating as far as the separation of soul and spirit, joints and marrow. It is able to judge the ideas and thoughts of the heart.” Hebrews 4:12 HCSB

Wake up.

Seek Him. Consistently.


May 11, 2018 mother


Our mom is our landing place.

She is light. She brings light.

God placed her with us to guide us. He filled her with the best parts of His compassion and instruction and fuel for her to give away. And, she does. When Steve, Russ, or I begin to quiver from just the stuff life deals – she’s where we go. Continual bits of wisdom…and finding our missing pieces and filling the holes. She hugs. Slowly and firmly with thankfulness and deep care like she has all the time in the world … because for us, she does. Being in the gaze of her eyes is like having the entire Milky Way grinning down on us. She reminds us who Christ says we are. She knows because, like us, she is scarred and it has heightened her compassion, made her even more radiant. She reminds us that “everything will be better in the morning”, and it always is. She is so tender that she applies instruction like little sparks with expectation that her fuel will start the fire. Because she is the fire.

She reminds us of simple truths like … when people are rude to us – don’t take it personal, it reveals who they are not who we are. Never is life so clear as when in her presence – so clearly loved. Her acceptance is intoxicating. She lives out unconditional love, tells us and her grands with calm certainty that love is the shortest distance between you and me, and that there are no shortcuts through the grill of life … and, we are growing through it. She has bled from making bad decisions of her own, had her self esteem trampled into the mud from unguarded boundaries being violated and she had bled out for us – because that’s what you do when people you love get sliced through the heart … you give them your blood-life … here, babe, take mine … it is fresh and warm … I have lots, I’ll just go back beneath the cross and get more. Few of us have ever seen her so pale from the endless supplies of compassion she gives, and those of us who have will never speak of that beauty to anyone else. She knows when we are ready for her words, we are really ready. And, she holds the light for our readiness because she knows the sweetness of the time being just right.

Thank you, Momma.

“If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love. Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.”

1 Corinthians 13:3-10 MSG