“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.



Dew-Kissed and Clipped


As a thoughtful gift, a dear friend sent glorious flowers.  I pondered the deep colors and became aware how fragmented my feelings are at the moment.  I can’t “feel” the warmth of the beauty.

“God”, I cried out, “this is so not like me.  I am use to the whole experience and then some.”

As He usually does, He rarely answers me directly.  I heard Him whisper “I was up early and saw my flower still kissed with dew.  I hand clipped each flower for you.”

You too have hand clipped gifts through out your day.  If you can’t feel it to the fullest yet, stop and give thanks.  It is part of His intimacy with you.

Before I Opened My Mouth I Wish. . .

I had known. All my wasted spoken words. The ease to just let them fly out of my mouth. Those opportunities, as I knew them are gone now. There is no self-pity here within me. How upside down and inside out is our sovereign God. Listen to the one who is speechless??? Maybe??? Even I can see the ironic humor in it!!! But a strong conviction rises high (Like my red balloon) to inspire you. . .Your opportunities to speak with grace, listen more and make peace in conflict are still rising up in your days. . .


Click on the link below.

This young women is a power house of Godly wisdom!!!


Hitherto: Part Three, I’m a Wannabe Walton

Yes, I’m still camped right there. On that Hitherto Devotional from Streams in the Desert.

Today, I’m referencing the “evening farewells” of The Alpine Shepherds.  They sing goodnight to each other in singing of the Lord’s goodness.

 “Let the echoes gather till a very storm of Hallelujahs break in thundering waves around the sapphire throne, and then as the morning breaks we shall find ourselves at the margin of the sea of glass, crying, with the redeemed host, “Blessing and honor and glory be unto him that sitteth on the throne and to the Lamb forever and ever!” 

I grew up like an only child because my brother and sister were 16 and 14 years older than me. Much love was poured out on me with two sets of ‘parents” as a little one. My dad died suddenly when I was seven years old, our house felt empty. As, I got older, I was lonely in a house with just my mom and me. I knew I was deeply loved. My mother did the best she could. I don’t know how she managed with so little income and losing her husband, suddenly, in the prime of their dream. 😦 (A brand new home and new position as head of Special Education Department.) I experienced a sense of a second home at my cousin’s house. Praise God they welcomed me there with a wagon load of kids and a boy and girl cousin my age.

Hence was born an awareness and need for community early on in my life.  We are made for community :). Patterned after three best friends: Father – Son/Jesus – Holy Spirit, we are our best selves in community. Our families are our community. Our schools are our community. Our churches are our community. It’s the places designed to gift us with opportunities for intimacy, authenticity and challenge us to grow.

There is no prefect community, except in The Trinity (Father/Son/Holy Spirit). Each and everyone will “let us down” and disappoint us. In that normalcy of our human experience, we live and learn abundant grace and mercy. Let it go. Let the expectations go of a perfect community. If our hands are holding tightly to broken pieces of the picture, it will leave a bloody mess. In the letting go, our hands heal and are open to receive His goodness.

I miss my communities. I had rich, sweet, abundant Christ-Life in all of them. It’s such desperate missings, I keep my heart turned away from the loss. Can anyone relate? It seeps in just enough to process it, but it’s all just too big to swallow. But I must let go of what was, to embrace what is. . .

There is much goodness in the “land of the living.” Callings of goodnights rock our souls in love’s sweet echoes to lure us into the dreams God’s destiny holds. I grew up watching and living through The Waltons. I’m a wannabe Walton 😉 It wasn’t perfection that called to me from the television epic, but the goodness reflected there. I use to marvel at how the mom, Olivia, would open her Bible, without a word, when her face flared with anger.  Enjoy the echoes of goodness here with me.

Okay, so we are not The Waltons. 😉 Hitherto: We are made for community and to experience it’s goodness. Find a way to echo God’s lovingkindness at the close of your day.

  • Light a candle
  • Hold that hug
  • Send a tuck-in text
  • Read a devotional out loud
  • Speak a blessing over someone
  • Leave a love note on a pillow
  • Share a youtube worship song
  • Share a cup of warm tea and cookies: Listen
  • Warm a blanket in the dryer with a Scented dryer sheet

We need it. You need it. I need it.

Let our goodnight echoes gather in His Throne Room.


See my Pinterest Board: “Goodnight”

Christmas Candy :) Sweeet!

This Post is dedicated to Hope.

There is something healing that stirs in our souls when we experience the joy of another “playing” within their unique Kingdom giftings. We are pre-wired to recognize God’s purpose “played” out through another’s offerings to us!!!

Hope, my oldest daughter, says it makes her happy to see people enjoy their passion. She shared this youtube with me 🙂 It might have something to do with 12 years of piano lessons her dad invested in her heart and head XO I hope you too enjoyed this Christmas offering. Blessings!

Welcome Japan Viewers! You are the highest out-of-country views we’ve ever had 🙂 Just interesting to watch what God is doing! Welcome back India, always good to have you with us! Christmas Blessings!

My Birthday???

Bucky really wants me to write a birthday post, so here we go. I say we of course because my words cannot go anywhere without you, the reader. You breathe life into them with your eyes :}

Melba Smith Warren thought she had a virus, She was after all, 40 years old with two almost grown children: Toby was 16 years old and into football and Lucie was fourteen and into her poofy hair. My mother and father were shocked, as my mother put it, “that late blooming passion had created a third child.”

At a month “pre-mature,” my mother said I was like bathing a wet monkey with my “lanugo” still covering my little body. (Lovely image to give your baby girl 😉

I had two sets of “parents” with Toby and Lucie watching every other breath. No one knew the future would hold more need for them than their young hearts could fathom as my God-parents.

Photo from iPhone Album

Favorite birthday memories:
January 18, 1989
September 4, 1992
May 17, 1996
May 2, 2000
Our four dynamic, beautiful daughters 🙂

My fourth birthday. A party at home and I finally got the puppy for which I begged, more like nagged my mother into. . . .

A “surprise” sweet sixteen sleepover in which I was convinced my mother would embarrass me beyond redemption. “Cutie” Catherine will remember!

Sweet, sloppy kisses, knock me down hugs (Ashlyn!), large letters from hands not pencil ready (Hope), breakfast in bed (Megan) and fights to get her out of my arms (Kathleen/big sisters) are all soft water colors that make more mommy/daughter memories. (We won’t mention the memories of sick children and messy clean ups, tantrums or sleepless nights right moms :))

Recorded voice mails: The Computer could only “find” two of my four recorded gifts 😦 I’ll kept looking. . . for dear Hope (she’s the one that recorded them :)) and Megan

Ashlyn’s Young Girl Voice Memo:

Kathleen’s Toddler Voice Memo

Memories, labors of husband’s love:

50th Birthday:  Letters Porfolio of love: Beautiful Written Offerings in Relationships, I will forever cherish. “Thank you Lord, for penned expressions of love. I press into praise for the future etchings of them in you.” Amen

52nd Birthday: Dinner Celebration with a few family and friends. Spoken Offerings of Love. Life-giving freedom in the face of ALS limitations. “Thank you Lord, for the Glory you color into our family and friends gatherings in Your name. I press into praise that carry the spoken love forward for legacies that grow.” Amen

53rd Birthday: Family Steven Curtis Chapman Surprise/Jackson Mississippi 🙂 Thank you Hopie for making that happen!!! Day of. . . Blessings Extravagant in God’s Hands XO Sweeeet. Santa Claus made a surprise entrance, life-size, with my brother, Toby making an even bigger surprise visit from Auburn. :). Now, I have a happy Santa to bring in the Christmas Season. “Thank you Lord, for the fragrance of celebrated blessings of life. I press into praise that lifts it high, in pleasing aroma to and for You.” Amen

Holy Bread Crumbs

Do you feel small today? Tiny at the foot of your life? Your circumstance looms LARGE? Maybe you feel like the people around you are feasting at the King’s royal table, and you are eating stale bread crumbs? These are normal human responses to a very human perspective, grounded here.

Life feels like that, more often than not. As Christians, we do have a royal destiny and we long for our inheritance and to be seated near our Jesus. Even before I had ALS, I often felt like I was crumbling under the weight of things. (Sometimes, I was eating crust off peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.)

The bread crumb perspective in compared to our destiny of a royal feast, we are all eating bread crumbs now. God has such a sense of humor, He is only One that can “talk” to me like this and not hurt or offend me in any way. . . .I heard Him chuckle and say,

“At least they are HOLY bread crumbs that fall from MY Table.”

And I thought about communion at the Lord’s table.

“The bread is My body, the wine, My blood, do this in remembrance of me.” We are called to break bread with each other. . .to mark a covenant. . .and I always feel it. The breaking of bread in fellowship with His broken body as we share a meal. It is a holy moment, my heart registers the communion. The life-giving sharing of fellowship called together in the Lord’s name.

Acts 2:42

New American Standard Bible (NASB) 

42 They were continually devoting themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and [a]to prayer.

Holy bread crumbs from the KIng’s Table? Suddenly, I realize a new perspective on the small things in life. I’ll sweep up from dinner and invite you over for a meal. We can have some crumbs with softened pats of butter. I better dust up my mouse hole, set my little corner table for our King, and bring out my thread spool candles, just for you. In the presence of our King, Holy Bread Crumbs are a feast in and of themselves. You are making plans to dash right over?! I know I am tempting you beyond your wildest imagination to dinner in my quaint establishment. I’ll save the biggest crumb for you:) Perhaps, I might find some chocolate brownie crumbs? That’s it, I know I’ve tipped the scale of indecision and the chocolate won you over as my first, church mouse guest! What decadence we will share, in just remember we are only practicing for the real thing. . .Compared to our heavenly destiny, we’ve much in which to look forward 🙂

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