“Need” in Whispers

Enter with me where time and place stand still. Beyond me and my circumstance, His Hand reaches through the veil that hides the reality of His Kingdom, Thy will be done. My family and close friends witnessed the heavenly host fight for me through the song of Plumb.

Close friends, Frank and Gaye gifted us with tickets to the KLOVE Christmas concert. Plumb filled the church with her voice to bless us with Christmas carols and her song, “Need You Now” (I’ve featured on another post). I’m gonna tell you I bawled like a baby. It touches every fiber of my faith. There are no words to express the depth of where my suffering meets her song journey. As she stood side stage, I could see her silhouette out of the corner of my eye. I had closed my eyes to Worship names into the Chris August song. I heard the angelic rustle of satin closing in… And I felt her soft cheek brush my tear-glazed cheek, her beautiful curls tumble over my flat unstyled hair. (lol) My eyes fluttered open to the wonder of Plumb whispering in my ear. (She gifted me with a glory of hope token, you will have to read my book for this revelation). Truth tickled joy alive as she…Prayed something like this,”Lord, I don’t know what this precious sister is going through, but I ask that you put your arms around her. Embrace her circumstance so she knows more of your love. Oh Father, be here for her so this will be her best Christmas ever. Amen.” She kissed my forehead, and we locked moist eyes. I felt time stop and Plumb saw into my story. Not being able to speak or move, I put all I had in gratitude and love in my eye language back to her. My hand so wanted to reach out of my heart to touch her. The moment felt so ethereal. “I love you,” she said with the authority of His Kingdom. I heard the love of Jesus telling me, through her voice, “I will bless the sacrifice of your suffering far and beyond your expectations” (Eph. 3:20).  I squeezed my face to emulate a hug. She touched my head and was gone as quickly as she came.

I had to work hard to get my composure back from such a significant blessing.

How do you thank someone for stopping time in the face of minute and hour hands that threaten to press the life out of me. Time is not the reality that govern our days and nights. Love governs His Kingdom. God’s love comes down at Christmas (Point of Grace), to remind us it is timeless, extending into eternity.

Merry Christmas Plumb, I love you too. Thank you for singing Jesus into my heart.



Just A Drop Can Change The World

Dedicated to Sean Mccleary…

Imagine the life of a gift; just one dollar can wet His Kingdom with living waters.

Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.” John 4:10

He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of livingwater.’” John 7:38


Joy: Heart and Eyes

 I’ve been thinking… It is hard for me to feel joy…

About the reality of joy from a Christian perspective. In discussions, the divine mystery gets muddied as the dust of this world smears our tears.

With God’s help, this is what my thought life penciled out. . .

JOY is not a hue heart

JOY looks forward with eyes to the eternal.

Splendor and majesty are before Him, Strength and joy are in His place.

1 Chronicles 16:27

Then the trees of the forest will sing for joy before the Lord; For He is coming to judge the earth.

1 Chronicles 16:33

When the morning stars sang together And all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Job 38:7

You will make known to me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.

Psalm 16:11

For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:5

Therefore, let us consider the life changing perspective. . .



Look back over the mosaic Kathleen created for you.

Which image gathers joy with the eyes of your heart?

Can you guess my fav?

The Heart of Music

Legacy when done with love I believe is not just temporal but eternal. When intention is passed down in the way they should go, a chord is struck and heard across the heavens.  It not only catches God’s ear but it composes a new melody in His heart.  As parents or grandparents we are called to live out and call forth family giftings that speak the Hands of God’s Glory.  It’s not about the “gift” it’s the intention of calling forth through the generations.  His “craft” of Hand: cooking, academia, sports, etc.  Speak it through the legacy of your children.  Watch relationship carry “strings” of Glory into eternal script that lights up the heavens and reflects into our relational lives.  Pass it on.  To Him be the glory forever and ever.  Amen.


Funding The Future: Husbands/Dads

Dedicated Good And Faithful Servant: Bucky

I’ve heard dads say “I just foot the bill.” :(( “I’m just an ATM machine.” ” They only come to me when they need $$$.”

There’s MORE to the picture. Husbands/Dads, God has placed work for your feet and money in your hands. What your “bills” do is fund the future.

  • Academic investment secures mental capacity, love of learning and the potential of your children and generations to come. 
  • Lifelong memories through celebrations, vacations and travel.
  • Teachings, modeling generous stewardship and value of sacrifice.

The disconnect comes with lack of or minimal expression of thankfulness and gratitude for your work and your funding. It’s felt by your wife and children. But their awareness of the need to express it is underdeveloped.

We, as wives and children need to consistently express thankfulness. Gratitude grows to be part of the foundation of God’s funding the future of His Kingdom come through your hands.  Wives and children express thankfulness through words, hugs, and texts/notes.

Where we fail and we will, God sees and takes note of the wise investment from your hands. His Kingdom grows in the hearts of those entrusted to your care.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for dinners out, flowers delivered, travels, educational opportunities, a roof over our heads, doctor bills, fender benders, closets full of clothes/shoes, a full gas tank, food on the table, on-the-way-out-the-door “Oh Dad, can I have money for…”, replacements for mishaps “broken microwave plates to shattered iPhone faces”, music lessons and private coaching sessions.

More than paying bills, your faithful stewardship builds “Kingdom Life” for your wife, your children, your church, and your community.

With “Father’s Day” be encouraged in your investments.  They are reaping eternal dividends not yet seen.

Please read the Scripture below and place yourself in the wise investment of your “talents.”

As wives and children, we are grateful for your disciplined savings plans and your generous provision from God’s Hand!!!

13 “Therefore stay alert, because you do not know the day or the hour. 14 For it is like a man going on a journey, who summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them. 15 To one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. 16 The one who had received five talents went off right away and put his money to work and gained five more. 17 In the same way, the one who had two gained two more. 18 But the one who had received one talent went out and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money in it. 19 After a long time, the master of those slaves came and settled his accounts with them. 20 The one who had received the five talents came and brought five more, saying, ‘Sir, you entrusted me with five talents. See, I have gained five more.’ 21 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful in a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 22 The one with the two talents also came and said, ‘Sir, you entrusted two talents to me. See, I have gained two more.’ 23 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful with a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 24 Then the one who had received the one talent came and said, ‘Sir, I knew that you were a hard man, harvesting where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed, 25 so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. See, you have what is yours.’ 26 But his master answered, ‘Evil and lazy slave! So you knew that I harvest where I didn’t sow and gather where I didn’t scatter? 27 Then you should have deposited my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received my money back with interest! 28 Therefore take the talent from him and give it to the one who has ten. 29 For the one who has will be given more, and he will have more than enough. But the one who does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. 30 And throw that worthless slave into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth’” (Matthew 25:13-30)


Short, Sweet and to the Point

When in Doubt Just Don’t . . .

Think it. . .

Say it. . .

Or Do it. . .



Aunt Bee from the old favorite show: Mayberry

What heartache could we have prevented for ourselves and others if we had yielded to the conscience of God’s Best?

I’ve made more than my share of mistakes, with my mom, in my marriage, my girls, friends, leadership, etc. I even hand delivered a letter that caused all kinds of messy misunderstandings. I guess some lessons we learn the hard way. It’s never too late or too early to learn to yield our thought life, words and actions captive to the obedience of our Christ.

Abba God, teach us, through obedience to your Son, to take captive whatever is not Kingdom building in our ways. Amen

Separated at the Seams. . .

This post is dedicated to my maternal grandmother, Lucy Graham Smith

Romans was her favorite book of the Bible, This verse was special to her.

Two weeks prior, hospitalization for three blood clots (DVTs). . .You might say I was not thrilled to go back. . . Need for nourishment and hydration required a PEG surgical placement. . .I found at any given moment. . .separating at the feeling- frayed seams of my heart-life. It’s just not fun. Pain, discomfort, weakness and vulnerability all play into a messy process of illness and health struggling for the upper hand. (There is another upper hand. Keep reading if you will.)

Don’t you find yourself coming apart at the seams? You have more school work than Eienstein could finish? You feel neglected or betrayed? Does God even hear the growing desperation in your prayers? How long will you have to wait? What will speak Truth to your lost child? When will the heavy cloak of depression lift? At the breaking point with your workload? Will your marriage connections turn the corner any time soon? Your health issue becomes more complicated by the day?  So not what you thought it would “look like.” There is no denying we are gonna pull apart at the seams of our loosely stitched lives. We have this dynamic in common. The circumstances that pull us apart vary with each precious person. {My heart hurts for you 😦 }

8924eff72bd9492498267b7875976302What we don’t see is the needle and thread is posed in His Hand before the cut is made. He anticipates the need for healing. Read that last sentence again. And again. Before the wounding, God sews love in small quilting like-stitches to keep the fabric of our connection to Him. Some seams He bound in my healing even before surgery: Love and prayers of our daughters and family, Couple friend Connie and Herman took a week off their lives to tend us. My husband never left my side. Tender care came through the nursing hands of Diane, Mike, Casie, Dr. Plantiz and Dr. Holland. Back home, my little room sanctuary was being worked into a welcome home sanctuary. Deft hands organized and tucked love in every corner.  I’m still enjoying banners and cleared living space 🙂 I glimpsed into a small window of the potential for suffering and the struggle to heal. I witnessed first hand what comfort in care can consist of for the patient. I learned something redemptive about my own limitations from which all of us can benefit. The best care and comfort came from nurses and doctors that looked at my face before my numbers. My inability to communicate created need for compensation in care. We communicated more profoundly through my eyes and face. Healing stitches came from God’s love with comments like, “Your face is telling me you are not better,” “What can I do to make you more comfortable?” “That smile tells me you are better today.”

I’m encouraging all of us and a daily reminder to myself, to look for the Godly hand that stitches in His connections and healings, so nothing can separate us from His love.

What if we showed pain in our faces instead of a mask? What if we showed well-being in a smile?  What if we hugged with our eyes? Scripture tells us God looks at the heart. “For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart” (1 Samuel 16:7)  Our faces speak our hearts if we allow them to reveal our true selves.

Bottom line:  Facial communication should come first!  Words are secondary.  

Use your eyes to speak life!!! Look for those “stitches” of love!!!