Pandemic 2020

Prayers / July 15, 2020

Lord thank You for Your abundant blessings upon our lives. You see our hearts, even we aren’t looking to You, Your eyes remain upon us. An ever-faithful Father protecting Your children.

You are waiting and ready; the keeper of our souls. With the utterance of our lips; Your Holy Spirit appears and transforms.

This life will always present challenges, trials, and tribulations, and these difficulties will always present us with a quandary of our comfort zone.

Lord may we accept and stand firm on Your Omniscience. Let us ever be grounded in Your faithfulness and never forget that this earth is not our home. For Your kingdom is not measured in time and space. You are the owner of moments.

God please direct our vision, may our perspective be in the opportunity of the eternal. Strengthen our faith, so that we can boldly claim and stand firm on Your promise of Peace that surpasses all understanding.

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Romans 5:3-4

Lord bless this opportunity that You have given us that we may grow deeper in faith and closer to the heart of Christ continually strengthening our hope away from this earthly home and into our life eternal with our Father.

Soul Keeper

Prayers, Words: Giving Sight to my Soul / August 8, 2020

Lord of my Heart, eternal Keeper of my soul:

Your beauty is in mystery;

You always surprise.

Maybe that’s because faith of heart is Beauty to You.

Faith without sight, is it a testament to one’s soul?

Is Waiting how You grow Beauty?

Perseverance the builder of Character,

And character to bind Hope to the Life Eternal?

The Rock of Faithfulness;

The Protector and Keeper of Your flock,

The Mender of souls.

When as a boat tossed at sea, bouncing among the waves,

Swallowed up by the storm.

You are the Beacon of Light, when only a shred of hope remains.

You weave together the threads remaining.

One spec of faith from each of Your Children–

By the weaving of Your Hands: the sail’s made new.

At the edge of Faith and Obedience comes the Full Glory of Mercy and Hope.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.

They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23 NIV

“Beauty Untold”

Writings from the Past / May 15, 2020

Summer 2017

You’re bringing me home, Your promises written on my soul. Lord You’ve made me open, grateful. I’ve walked through the fire, but not one moment was I alone.

You have saved me; You have made me whole, and from this moment my pathway is Your will alone.

Could I have done better? Did I ruin Your beautiful picture? Am I just the reconstruction? An abstract, unrecognizable picture of the one I should have been?

Or can You still make me Your prized possession; my purpose clean, restored as new in Your universe? Shape me and form me and make me Your will, for You have always and only been my heart’s firm hold.

You have reached my heart, You touched it over and over. Yet I turned unto another. I am ready for Your Spirit; I am ready, make Your purpose reality.

My heart is Yours, My mouth is Yours, My spirit is Yours. My testimony, my every move. The essence of my being; I am Yours. Thank You for this place, thank You for Your Angels. Thank You for my Family. Thank You for all of the unknowns; Your power is made perfect through each weakness and iniquity.

God You have changed me, I love You with every ounce of my soul. You sent me through it; countless choices drew me so far. Your wisdom is above any human thought; You knew my needs before the universe conceived my faults.

The faults that it took the mirror so long to convince my being of; You knew they were the very things to fuel Your beauty within me.

Restoration – Spring 2017

Writings from the Past / August 7, 2020

My beautiful Saviour, My Prince of Peace. You have been faithful, You’ve restored my heart When I never thought it could be clean. You’re driving me home. You’re cleansing my muddy soul’s disarray.

Finally, finally I truly see, I am Yours and You are mine! There is nothing ever that could define- Peace surpassing my deepest plea; You’ve washed me, raised me, fed me, You’ve made me clean.

I never imagined I’d reach that place, truly chained. I’ve never seen the mirror that unclear, that obscene.

From the depths of my sorrows, When strength and surety had faded from me. I was lost, given over, blind held in confusion.

It was real; something trying. I asked Your will, but I took Your silence for answers, selfishly. I have loved many; I am naive. I am the finisher in the end of any love requited.

I think this last time, I think I finally see. I am stubborn and willfully blind; and over and over You said “It’s Me.” I finally see, I finally know. Although I’ve been foolish, relentless in the choice of flesh I’m now finally home.

So take me Lord and make me whole. I need your presence, fill my soul. You lead me through the darkest of night, now the light of You I cannot deny.

For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.

Luke 14:11 NIV

For those who find Me find life and receive favor from the Lord.

Proverbs 8:35 NIV

2017: Mind in the Mirror

Writings from the Past / April 30, 2020

April 29, 2020

Today I found a small spiral journal in the bottom of a box. It was one of those boxes that contains the disorganized odds and ends of life; the final bit of junk, hurriedly thrown together in an effort to finally clear every item from a home that has now become “where you used to live”. Am I the only person that has this horribly bad habit? I mean, I don’t consider myself unable to part with unnecessary items, and I frequently throw items away, but I admit that I probably do have way too many “random item boxes”. I’ve come to wonder if it’s just laziness that accounts for my leaving them untouched for far too long, or could there be something more to it?

This particular journal actually crossed my mind a week or so ago; not because of anything I remembered writing in it, but because it was a very pretty little journal. It’s colors are lovely–aqua on the bottom with a red apple and a lime green patterned pear–and on the front, at the top right, the verses Galatians 5:22-23 are written out, listed one above the other: ‘The Fruits of the Spirit’. I did not look for the journal, but as life would have it today, I happened to stumble across the exact thing I was not looking for only to tell me what I never expected or remembered that I needed to remember.

So today, through the Looking Glass I did venture…. peering through the words of my mind’s eye three years prior to present day life. It’s baffling what can be remembered–not necessarily of physical circumstance–but of what the heart endures, the strength forgotten. Sometimes I think we’d just rather forget about the unpleasant and shameful failures and personal hardships that we’ve battled in the past, whether consciously or subconsciously. Once shame has faded, all that is left are the memories within our minds. God is a forgiving God, and His love and mercy are the only contentment that can ever be found on this earth. It is by His Love alone within our hearts that we are made worthy of love–from the Father, between one another, and within oneself as an individual. I truly believe He can breathe life into every and any one moment.

Everything I have ever written is scattered and disorganized and typically a surprise whether new or old. “Writings from the Past” will begin firstly with the year 2017.

Matthew 7:7-8

Favorite Verses / August 8, 2020

7 “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”

Matthew 7:12

Favorite Verses / August 8, 2020

So in everything, do to others as what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.


My Shelter

Words: Giving Sight to my Soul / July 14, 2020

Cover my heart, Oh God.
Hold me close, hand in hand.
Clasp my fingers so tightly that should I fall,
by Your Hand I’ll surely stand.
Give me Your Hope and a heart that is strong.
Place my feet set firmly, where Your service belongs.

Bring Beauty; Bring Love.
Shelter Your children, give us hope.
An absoluteness of faith-
the purpose of to Whom we belong.

Break the fears and the doubts;
Make strong the spirits of all who fret.
May those spirits await triumph beyond
all imaginable scope and breadth.

Love and Mercy;
You are the deliverer of every good thing.
May you deliver this uncertainty,
and make this life whole again.

April 18, 2020

Psalm 34:4-5

Words: Giving Sight to my Soul / July 11, 2020


4 I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. 5 Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.

Consuming Love

Prayers, Words: Giving Sight to my Soul / May 15, 2020

Ultimate gratitude, perfect purpose, a place where the fulfillment of my entire being is consumed by complete contentment. It is flooding my heart. I could never in a million words express my all-consuming love for you God.

You fill every empty moment. You listen when I’m not worthy of your notice, and You run to my side when I call You; no matter how close or how far I have roamed.

Forever You hold my heart. You see something far more beautiful than I could ever comprehend. Your love transcends this moment; you stop time for me. I am Your flawed creation, yet I am a treasure in Your eyes.

You first loved me, and now this heart of mine belongs to You alone.

4 I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. 5 Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.

Psalms 34:4-5