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March 26, 2020 scents

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Good morning, DearHeart,

Dale told me that as he and Liv walked in the back door the other day she took a deep breath and said, “it smells like Nanny’s!”

I’m pretty sure I could pick my grandmothers and my aunts out of a crowd, blindfolded, in a crowd, by their smell.

Last night I went out into the evening air to water my flowers after being indoors too long and the air smelled like the farm my dad owned at one time. We called it “the Verden Place” … because every farm has a name.

Funny how a scent can transport you back to an earlier time and place, playing in a pick up bed, or walking a creek, or gathering eggs. The evening air is calming and thoughtful. Last night felt of the Holy … which made me wonder, at what point did I fall in love with my Creator? Was it running the creek with my brothers and cousins? Catching crawdads with bacon on a string? Maybe making mud pies in the back yard under the Mimosa trees? Maybe playing in my grandmother’s (Coon) high heels and jewelry drawer, feeling all fancy? Maybe at a baseball game or one of our visits to the mountains. I don’t know the exact moment, only that I breathe the air of the Almighty One.

‘When news gets heavy and struggles get real, the One Who is the Wind I Soar On holds me steady, still. He pours new life in us. And, I breathe with my Savior.

Jesus, my Lord…’

‘GOD claims Earth and everything in it, GOD claims World and all who live on it. He built it on Ocean foundations, laid it out on River girders.’ (Psalm 24:1-2 MSG)

Wake up.

Breathe Him in.

Go.

March 25, 2020 covid

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Good morning, DearHeart.

Is it just me or has this year already dealt hard blows everywhere?

Covid-19 is after our health, our work, our minds. What’s next?

I watched my kids walking back to the house from the pond last night. They’d been fishing.

Even though they are young adults, my mom-mind still thinks in terms of what I’d do to protect them. Maybe even more now than when they were little-at least then I had some sense of control.

There was a woman who had no control, but knew that if she just gave it to Jesus, she would be fine. She was absolutely desperate. She had been suffering with illness for so long that it became the only life she knew and it took its toll. Yet, she knew if she could just get to the Christ …

Instead of feeling regret over the “what if’s”, what would happen if we were to respond like this woman? Her “what IF” drove her to desperate measures. She was fresh out of

answers,

resources,

effort,

power

& ideas.

Her “what IF” drove her to the Only One that could change her situation. She only wanted to touch the clothes of Jesus & believed she would then be healed.

Healed, as in

safe;

delivered;

made

whole;

preserved from danger,

loss or destruction.

Those things we all want.

Her situation caused her the loss of her everyday life. She was shamed out of society because she was unclean.

She could not socialize.

She could not be with family.

She could not have a husband

or children.

She was alone.

Desperate.

Physical and mental pain.

And, an amazing thing happened that day….

“Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering.” (Mark 5:29 NIV84).

Not only did she receive healing in her body but she was freed from her SUFFERING mind. For you see, sometimes our situations cause us to feel like we are held captive. We feel hopeless. We don’t see a way out. We are in inner turmoil. We feel that our circumstances will never change or be any different. May we remember that she received a freedom that day. A relief from both the physical ailment & the mental & emotional pain she had endured. She was free.

May we be desperate for Him in the midst of our situations.

May we be driven to get out of our heads and with everything in us be pulled in and held by spirit knowing

“For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit. For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.” (Romans 8:5-6 ESV)

“Out of the depths I cry out to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.” (Psalm 130:1 NIV84).

Wake up.

The end to your suffering is near.

Touch Him.

Go.

March 25, 2020 covid

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Good morning, DearHeart.

Is it just me or has this year already dealt hard blows everywhere?

Covid-19 is after our health, our work, our minds. What’s next?

I watched my kids walking back to the house from the pond last night. They’d been fishing.

Even though they are young adults, my mom-mind still thinks in terms of what I’d do to protect them. Maybe even more now than when they were little-at least then I had some sense of control.

There was a woman who had no control, but knew that if she just gave it to Jesus, she would be fine. She was absolutely desperate. She had been suffering with illness for so long that it became the only life she knew and it took its toll. Yet, she knew if she could just get to the Christ …

Instead of feeling regret over the “what if’s”, what would happen if we were to respond like this woman? Her “what IF” drove her to desperate measures. She was fresh out of

answers,

resources,

effort,

power

& ideas.

Her “what IF” drove her to the Only One that could change her situation. She only wanted to touch the clothes of Jesus & believed she would then be healed.

Healed, as in

safe;

delivered;

made

whole;

preserved from danger,

loss or destruction.

Those things we all want.

Her situation caused her the loss of her everyday life. She was shamed out of society because she was unclean.

She could not socialize.

She could not be with family.

She could not have a husband

or children.

She was alone.

Desperate.

Physical and mental pain.

And, an amazing thing happened that day….

“Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering.” (Mark 5:29 NIV84).

Not only did she receive healing in her body but she was freed from her SUFFERING mind. For you see, sometimes our situations cause us to feel like we are held captive. We feel hopeless. We don’t see a way out. We are in inner turmoil. We feel that our circumstances will never change or be any different. May we remember that she received a freedom that day. A relief from both the physical ailment & the mental & emotional pain she had endured. She was free.

May we be desperate for Him in the midst of our situations.

May we be driven to get out of our heads and with everything in us be pulled in and held by spirit knowing

“For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit. For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.” (Romans 8:5-6 ESV)

“Out of the depths I cry out to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy.” (Psalm 130:1 NIV84).

Wake up.

The end to your suffering is near.

Touch Him.

Go.

March 24, 2020 Mom, Momma, Liv

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Good morning, DearHeart.
Liv picked up this bible that was by Dale’s chair and put it in my lap. Her mom and dad were ready gathering up to go home. She wasn’t ready, so she was grasping for anything to milk another minute. She opened it, I gave her a 2 sentence briefing on David, she turned some pages, the story of Daniel in the lion’s den, turned some more – Jonah, again – the boy with the loaves and fishes, turned again – Jesus. We went through them all in about 47.3 seconds. And, that was a pretty good run considering her energy level and ability to be still!
These shelter-at-home days have purpose. These will be the days our children (and their parents) will tell stories about forever. Woven into the fabric of who they are individually and as a family. I have sweet memories of both of my grandmothers. They were magnificent creatures – and polar opposites.
My mom’s mom, we called her ‘Mom Reinking’, was quiet, sharp, a cracker-jack entrepreneur. She knew the heavens and the placement of the moon, she organized her days with the Farmer’s Almanac. She was perhaps one of the most deeply spiritual souls to ever move on the planet. She was not a heavy-talker, fewer words were golden with her, contemplative; and her words, like the way she moved, eeked with resilient wisdom.
We are held away from each other, deprived at the moment of being held by her, except by sacred senses of loving and being loved.
Sometimes, I catch a whiff of her familiar smell, of beholding her glow, and her ways in my mom and in my cousins. Sometimes, I hear the honey-timber of her voice as Mother and her sister visit, from Mom’s hug I feel the electricity of her touch that is precious to the skin – that is, the gift of calmness and selfhood that she gave that carries on with the loving touch of her own.
When I think of being “simultaneously caught up” her arms are the first I see.
What do people do who don’t have the hope of eternity?
‘Then we, the living ones who remain [on the earth], shall simultaneously be caught up along with [the resurrected dead] in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air; and so always (through the eternity of the eternities) we shall be with the Lord! Therefore comfort and encourage one another with these words.’ (‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭4‬:‭17-18‬ AMP)
Wake up.
These are tender times.
Leave a sweet scent that lingers.
Go
(Haven’t been over to get momma-hug in 8 days in case we are carriers of the Covid-19😳. I’m missing my momma ☺️).

March 23, 2020 haMat

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Good morning, DearHeart.

That’s me. When I went through Hazmat – I didn’t think I’d ever really use it! Especially to go to the grocery store – ordinary life for us has changed and from this crisis will come lifelong changes. Hopefully, not so drastic that we have to wear full PPE to public places – but I never really thought I’d be wearing a mask to the grocery store either. Life is amazing. And then it’s awful. And then it’s amazing again. And in between the amazing and the awful, it’s ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That’s just living this heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, transforming, ordinary life. And it’s breathtakingly beautiful.

Especially the parts that change us.

‘You are being protected by God’s power through faith for a salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.’ (1 Peter 1:5 HCSB)

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than one who has come through the fires and their transformation draws out a certain kind of beauty from the core?

Earth is a dangerous place to live, isn’t it? There are dangers at every corner. Those of us who press through the turbulence into beauty

learn it is Christ, intervening and entwining into our moments that is the transforming force. Protecting us in the process.

Go outside today, hold your arm out and make a fist; now, imagine your earthling life as your fist, and notice the vastness of the universe around it. That expanse, the sky, the heavens, and the entirety of the universe all around, that’s how huge our Creator is. That’s how huge His love and protection is for us. And, eternity is the reason He is protecting and pursuing us.

Wake up.

Notice His protective, yet revealing work in you.

Go.

March 20, 2020 mulch

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Good morning DearHeart.

The last time we were out we picked up some mulch and plants for our flower beds. At least if we lose the blessing of being social with people for a while, we can build a blessing with the soil and the sun. That will also help keep my thoughts from swirling me into a crater (Dale was planning ahead – self protection!). I have noticed over and over that when our mind is rolling with worry or heart torn, we can find breath along the silence of a pond or field, or listen to the simple, steadying rhythm of breezes. The steady and the still settle us and takes us over. Our breaths deepen and our hearts calm and our hungers fade. When peace is passed into us, new perspectives open to us and from difficulty and pain a call begins like an invitation to new growth. This welcome to friendship with nature does presume a willingness to be alone there. Yet this aloneness when given over to the Holy One is anything but lonely. Silence slowly calms the heart until Christ allows the weighted comfort of true tranquility.

Be still.

It is there, in the silent stillness that we feel intimately connected with the Father … there is where the caged mind gets released from the terror of itself, and the winds of His Spirit become the wisest balm.

“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you…In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.”

Job 12:7-8, 10 ESV

Wake up.

Breathe in the morning breeze.

Be calmed.

Go.

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March 19, 2020 rush

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Good morning, DearHeart.

Our baby, Rush. He is like opening the curtains on a bright spring morning after a stormy night; a breath of light and new beginnings … as though the world itself has been remade. I love to look at him – I see light. Lots of light … constellations of light illuminate from within him. He has stolen our hearts. And, we are fiercely protective of his health – especially, right now, as his lungs were damaged from RSV earlier this year, leaving behind a stain of asthma. Prayer time, in and out of the hours, I ask the Maker of the Stars to wrap a protective cover around him. He was healed by the pure grace of God. We do not take that lightly. Some families didn’t get to take their babies back home from Children’s. And, for those who did, those who are held in their momma’s arms this morning, I wonder what God has in store for them? Perhaps, He is raising up a generation who will, in turn, raise their Creator – high and lifted up, drawing all men to Him, so that these illnesses, this season of sickness will result in the turning of hearts to the true Light of the World.
‘And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.’ Ephesians 3:17-19
Wake up.
Let it be, Father.
Draw all of mankind to You.
Go.

March 17, 2020 faith-journey

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Good mornin, DearHeart.

These are bizarre days. It is going to be strange for us to spend a span of our days at home, on the farm, through the rest of March – into April. Who would have thought that a tiny, microscopic germ could move us into such mayhem? Yet, I know a new dance will come from this disruption – it always does. When we get forced out of our norm, when calamity comes, there is always good that comes from the ghastly . Everything happens in its own precise time, and its own right way. I know it because I have witnessed it. I’ve been

awed,

humbled,

gratified, and

shaken to my core.

But before there was awe, there was simply aimless selfishness.

Let me explain.

I’m prone to believe in the crazy brilliant workings of the Holy Spirit, the Day Star, Creator, Friend, Master Artist, God Most High. But, also down deep I am a reasonable gal. I know that cynics think that spirituality is a crutch. And they’re right. It is a crutch. It’s something to lean on when you’re flopping and hobbled and too frail to amble on your own two feet.

Yes, of course, I could lay there on the ground and claim my independence from a belief in ease, love, and compassion. You can call me morally lazy, but I’d rather stroll onward in my life and accomplish things that are set into me by The Holy … knowing the Redeemer gives me the gift and the grit to go on. I move because I trust Him. I don’t take actions when I don’t trust. There you have it.

That’s why I don’t see knowing God as simple-minded idealism. I see it as time-tested pragmatism.

I feel Him as faith. I hear Him when I get still. I feel Him when I take a breath.

The easy, natural, human nature way is to insist on shooting sarcasm at all that is “touchy feely,” but I’m not interested in fueling my weakness, anxiety, and irritation as much as I’m interested in healing them. Especially in times like these; when we wonder what will be left on the other side of this trial. I want God Most High to use me for His results in my lifetime.

There is no better time than today for you to commit to the same.

Come. Walk this faith-journey with me.

“Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.” Mark 11:24-25 ESV

Wake up.

Feel His presence.

Allow fear to fall.

Go.

March 16, 2020 filled

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Good morning, DearHeart.

This infectious disease scare – praying as we obey the warnings … that nothing happens. That is exactly the point – for us to get through – unscathed. No illness in our loves. None in us. And, to realize this time has purpose … so much good will come from something so bad. Even here, you and I have been called to fill a need. We are an answer. And, not just any answer, God’s answer. We have been selected for this day to bring our Creator in with us, to fill the space and these times with His GLORY. It is our move now, to honor the Source of Life with presence, that through us, when we invite Him in, The Maker of the Stars wraps the air with His presence-

colorfully, like heavily beaded leathers with feathered Fancy Dance regalia. I so long for you and me to bring His ancient presence in, to sing Him into our spaces, enunciating each syllable as we join the nodding of heads, the resonance of believers, that all may feel what we feel … urgency in the camaraderie to share Him with souls who follow us.

‘In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a high and lofty throne, and His robe filled the temple with His glory.’ (Isaiah 6:1)

Wake up.

Call on His presence.

Enter in.

Go.

March 13, 2020 yesterday’s

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Good morning, DearHeart.

I’m glad yesterdays don’t come along often. I suppose it was a first for this generation. As the day spiraled, it was a doomsday type weather event – except – there is no safe place …this is a world event. A progressive, worldwide doomsday. Hour by hour – unprecedented reports. My thought last night was that I have watched too many episodes of the Walking Dead. I stopped on my way home to buy toilet paper because, obviously, that’s the thing to do.

Then, home. Where the familiar happens.

So, when I finally got settled … and quiet, I was gently reminded that wake-up calls have a purpose … they force us to realign – who I am aligned with who He is.

“He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart. He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.” Isaiah 40:11 NLT

“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalms 91:1 NLT

“I pray to GOD —my life a prayer— and wait for what He’ll say and do. My life’s on the line before God, my Lord, waiting and watching till morning, waiting and watching till morning.” Psalm 130:5-6 MSG

When alignment happens, the Holy enters and illuminates from within. As a light-bearer of the Holy, we are powered to shine fully over the enemy in our thoughts. Expose it. There are threats and problems all around. Darkness and negativity that need to be dealt with. Perhaps the powerful question today is this:

“Father, put yourself in my shoes. Now, from my view – in terms I can understand, will You show me how to do life in full confidence with You? Lead my next move?”

I know I’m Yours.

Intimacy.

Beyond being polite,

politically correct,

gullible, or vulnerable

– just simple,

blatant, real honesty.

Because, when that shift happens, and the intimacy is rekindled, He takes on the fullness of our history, our crisis, our adventure, our joys, our questions, then … we slip into a unique romance with our Creator – He takes over.

One on one.

You and me, God.

It’s You and me.

It’s a trust-shift. No more a coddling God. He has now become straight-up powerfully transparent. And, our ability to hear Him over the trouble expounds.

Ask Him to slip in and take over.

“So, Father, what would You do from my shoes.

Your love and protection surrounds me.

I feel You here.

You are still on control.

My fear is falling away.

I trust You, Father.”

Wake up.

Feel His protection.

Go.