“There, there. . .” Said Piglet


A.A. Milne: genius on our humanity and a wordsmith of the highest penmanship. Appreciating his stories: Stimulates our sacred imagination, Gives wisdom on need, Gently stirs humor, Enables understanding of the best of friendships, And it bridges our “child-like” faith in perspective. Honestly, I think it has more to say to us as adults, than the endearing sweetness from our childhood.

It is maturity that allows us to explore the depth of love’s simplicity.

If you don’t feel like you’re God-given self today, “There, There, my friend, their is warm tea coming and companionship that will see you through until you do.” Don’t we all need just one friend like that? Honey in our tea on a tough day? I pray, so pray each of do. . .

Who do you most relate to today? Pooh or Piglet?

His love and mine, twe

Papa Postcard: By His Stripes

Papa Postcard By His Stripes

Isaiah 53:5 But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities;

The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging we are healed. NASB


This Post is dedicated to my dear high school friend: Connie. She shared this with me this week. . .

Open the gate of Worship and His Truth in prayer and enter in with me. . .We need each other. . .

~ Author Unknown

~ Author Unknown

Sit with Us

Sit with Us

Just show up and Jesus will move to the middle. There is always room for more in the Kingdom. love, twe

On a personal note: Stillness has been pressed into my life. I’d love to tell you I embrace it. Right? Wrong! I fight it, most every moment, I resist it with all my being. This does not feel like who I am. It is who I am in Christ. My theology is sound, but I have a divided heart. Of course I want to be with Him! But I also want to be in the kitchen making chicken enchiladas to welcome my kids home. I also want to be on a fun weekend with my pure heart sisters. I also, want to just spontaneously go somewhere for the weekend with my husband and just “Be” with him. To say these things are heart breaking, is to minimize the struggle I battle daily!!! There are no words to go there. .  .

All that said, and so much more I did not say, stillness is working it’s transformation on me. My Blog is here as a legacy of love, I was too busy before to put into being. My Book is playing in my heart and head. I invest time in prayer and heart passion that I did not have the focus to move into His heavens. I take nothing, and I mean NOTHING for granted. I’ve learned to “Be” in a hug, learned to “Be” with a piece of artwork, learned to “Be” present in the petal of  a flower, learned to “Be” in my husbands arms, learned to “Be” in a voice mail, learned to “Be” in a spoonful of chocolate ice cream, learned to “Be” comfortable in my bed, learned to “Be” immersed in the freedom of  warm water therapy and swim for life in my Lord.

I am learning to “Be” with those that help me, learning to “Be” when there is a mess on the floor, learning to “Be” when someone does it their way not mine, learning to “Be” while I am waiting, learning to “Be” when I cannot help my daughter like my heart bleeds, learning to “Be” when I don’t have the energy for what I want with all of me to do, learning to “Be” when I cannot help where help is needed, learning to “Be” when I see all the things that need to be done and I’ll not ask one more thing, learning to “Be” when I see someone I love and the words will not fit on my “word board,” learning to “Be” when I don’t “see” answers to my prayers, learning to “Be” when my body screams NO and my heart cries out YES, YES, YES. . .

As with all of our visits. . .It’s not about the ALS with which the battle rages.

It is about learning to Be in our circumstance and know He is God. 

Where are you pressed to just “Be”?

Welcome viewers in Sri Lanka. Be blessed and encouraged in our Lord 🙂

Lost and Found

Carry Me by Kathleen Carnali

This portrait cries out to me.It just shatters my heart!  My heart wants to come right out of chest, in all it’s broken pieces! . It’s more than about this precious child of God. It’s about me. May I gently, suggest, it’s about you too?

We were on family vacation in Ixtapa, Mexico in a resort. I was sitting nursing Kathleen, while we were waiting for dinner. Megan was 4 years old. Bucky stepped around a large white column and she was gone. Every parent’s worst nightmare. Lost in another country! It was rapidly getting dark. Water everywhere: ponds, pools and the ocean. I was beyond terror. They closed the whole resort down and assured us they would find Megan. They called all personel into the search. Bucky went off to find her, and Hope and Ashlyn went as a pair  heading back to the hotel room. I stood alone, holding Kathleen, 6 months old, screaming Megan’s name. It was all I could do. Megan was learning to swim but not competent. Every moment was like a day of darkness. I could not breathe. One mom came to me and said, “I will stay with you until she is found.” Hope and Ashlyn returned, no Megan. Bucky returned, no Megan. I don’t know how long time was. . .I was in some kind of holding pattern that would not allow time to tick. The darker it got, the higher my terror rose. I could not stand the idea of her being lost in the darkness afraid. I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. Within 10 minutes we saw our neighbors walking to dinner with Megan. Air, filled my lungs and my knees went weak with relief. Megan, at 4 years old had turned the column and not seeing us headed back to the hotel room. We are talking a 20 minute walk, through twisted, complicated paths with many turns. We had no idea how she even found her way back. Our neighbor family found her sitting at our locked door and she looked up and simply with complete calmness, said, “My family is lost.” And so our Megan was found. Needless to say, Bucky and I could not eat dinner. We just kept looking at each other and at Megan with relief that has no words, but only a presence that attempts to take hold again.

As “adults,” We are pretty good at the part. Acting out the found? What do you think? Aren’t all of us lost at different  times in our lives? And there might be an element of “shame” because as adults we are “suppose” to have our sense of direction. We don’t get “lost?” Right? Wrong!

This is so not about me, it’s about freedom in His arms to be in the lost and found. Yes, every day, my heart weaves in and out of a lost terror and a found comfort. It just is what it is. . .I don’t believe this is about maturity. I hope not? It’s about authentic honesty in our humanity. Murphy Toerner, “It normalizes our humanity” to be honest in safe places. My blog is a safe place for us.

Lost? It’s a frictional place because, you look around hoping no one will notice you are “lost” and at the same time hoping, beyond hope, someone will find you. Now that is misery, right? Ugh! I get lost within myself. Let’s be honest, I crawl up into the lap of Jesus and I still feel lost. It’s not about my Jesus, it is freedom to be where I am, and who I am with Him. I know, that I know, that I know (another Murphy Toerner) that “found” is coming. It may not be in that moment, on that day, but He is coming within to move me from the lost pile to the found. . .

Lost cries through the bleak abyss hearing only it’s own echo circling back to bounce off the walls of it’s solitary confinement. Found comes softly, not to startle the isolated senses, with an embrace that reaches beyond arms’ boundaries into external holdings that anchor the wavering heart.

In the waiting, accept the lost feeling of our humanness (support and give unconditional love) and expect the joy of being found in our Lord. “Found” is where you and I belong. Found is the destination of our desires. Found is His will for each and every one of us.

Parable of the Lost Sheep: Luke 15

You found me!  I love you!

Welcome Readers in Serbia and Mali. Hope you are blessed and encouraged 🙂

Homesick for Heaven: Part Two

One of my great joys is to buy a book for someone I cherish and “read it forward.” I read it “for” them making notes with that person in mind. This devotional book, “Grace” by Max Lucado is one of these joys. As you can see, the date is “wrong” but the timing is oh so “right.” Max has taken nuggets from his other books and shared them here. I am pouring love through pen, thought and prayer for a dear young friend of mine. I photographed a copy here to share with you. Well penned, Mr. Lucado. Enjoy and Ponder. . .In His love and mine, twe

"Grace" by Max Lucado Excerpt from "When God Whispers Your Name."

“Grace” by Max Lucado
Excerpt from “When God Whispers Your Name.”

Welcome Readers in: South Africa, Philippines, New Zealand, Canada and Malaysia. We hope you are inspired, encouraged and blessed. twe

Guest Submission: Text Message

Our Godson,  Sean shared this with me. . .Thank you Sean for the thoughtful inspiration!!!

This Post is Dedicated to my “Pure Heart Sisters!” I love each and every one of you!

“To all my sword sisters who are ready to raise their voices and brandish their cross.

You are daughters of a valiant, virtuous Warrior

whose eternal, creative word in your mouth

is a living, invincible sword in your hand.

You have been entrusted with a weapon without rival

in a time like no other.

Wield it with skillful finesse, gracious insight,

and in triumphant love, and strike sure. ” ~ Author Unknown

“From now on people are my swords.” Zechariah 9:13 (MSG)

Artwork by Delores Develde

Artwork by Delores Develde

Welcome readers in United Kingdom, Russian Federation, Finland, India and France!!! Together we can change our world into His Kingdom come!!!