This week, I’m linking up again with Kate Motaung for the “Five Minute Friday!”

I know, I’m a little late and it’s already Saturday night…that’s ok!

You can take part in the fun here .

The prompt this week is “Control.” Hmmm…..lets see…


When I first saw the prompt word, “control,” I thought immediately of giving God control over my life. As if I ever had control to begin with? No, I really don’t. My life and all my activities, words and actions are totally in His hands. But then, He did give us free will to choose how we want to live. Each of us has a choice, will we live for Christ or for ourselves?

The Holy Spirit is gentle and loving and does not come crashing in on us. He’s never forceful and He doesn’t push His thumb down on us. He is the soft whisper in the dead of night, the tender voice in our heart that leads us to make good decisions. He is never a controlling task-master. I have known the Lord since childhood, but just really coming to a full internal knowledge of how much He loves me lately.

Yes, I decide every day to give Him control. When I keep a tight grip over my life I make lots of mistakes. It involves trust, to place the control back where it belongs.

He is a gentleman waiting for me at the door of my heart.

I had this song going through my head the whole evening. It’s performed by Hillsong in this video. Here’s a few of the lyrics… “In my heart and my soul, I give you control, consume me from the inside out Lord.” Enjoy the song here


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Word of God Speak

The apostle John records…”the angel said to me, Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb…these are true words that come from God.” Revelation 19:9 (NLT)

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The written word was so important to God, that he gave us the Bible. It was recorded by over 40 authors who lived during a 1,500-year period who were inspired by the Holy Spirit. The Bible is regarded as a highly reliable book by Christians and historians alike.
In John 1:1, it says, “In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (NLT) God is the very essence of the writing.

There are many references to writing, words, speaking and relaying messages in the bible. It is amazing that the Holy Scriptures are God’s actual words for us to read. He loves us so much that He revealed Himself to us in the Bible so we can know Him intimately.


When Jesus came to earth, he fulfilled many prophecies from the Old Testament. In Micah 5:2, the prophet Micah prophesied that Jesus would be born in Bethlehem, “But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, though you are small among the clans of Judah, out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel…”

Isaiah 9:6 says, “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” We can have complete faith in God’s word because he has proven Himself trustworthy.


In other places, God shows his concern for accurate speaking and writing to make things clear to people. Habakkuk 2:2-3, says, “Write my answer plainly on tablets, so that a runner can carry the correct message to others. It describes the end, and it will be fulfilled. If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed.” (NIV)

In Acts 2:17-18, it says, “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.”(NIV)


God is interested in what we speak and write. We need to let Him infuse His Holy Spirit through us so that we are saying exactly what He desires.

My prayer is: Word of Life, help me to write and speak the words you want to convey. May I be a vessel of your Holy Spirit. AMEN.

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Remembered With Love

Today I’ve been reminiscing about my dear sister, who passed away 40 years ago. It is her birth date today, November 3. One sister texted “Happy Birthday to Audrey.” I sent emoticons, finding some that reminded me of her and things she liked. No words, just the pictures. The other sister said “She would have been 58 today, and she was born in ’58, does that count as a golden birthday of sorts?”

It brought a chuckle. We each have our gifts, interests and talents.

Audrey certainly had exceptional talent. A sister dearly loved remains a treasure in my heart. Imprinted there for life. I’m sure she impacted many people profoundly in her short life of 18 years. Even my two oldest brothers comment on her birthday occasionally if I go out to the fields for a combine ride.

The pictures I found were:

Four sisters.

Snow skis.

A painting easel and brush.

A plane.

A beach umbrella.


The flag of Germany.

A telescope.

Reel-to-reel movie projector.

A necklace with a golden pendant.

A tennis ball.

A taco.

The globe.

A chicken.

Two girls dancing together.

Painting fingernails.

A red heart.

My last look from upstairs, spring of 2015.

I would pick a few more…. baton, white boots with huge black pom-poms, a German high school textbook, record player, friends, bonfire, the Hamilton High school band playing, “Victors” as they marched, homemade pizza, big roomy cardigan sweaters, German exchange students, clarinet, TV, sisters doing hair, macrame with twine, MSU symbol, tall shiny brown fashion boots, scarf, suitcase,  journal…

A white Bible.

Did you get a picture in your head? Do you hear something? Can you smell them? Are you able to imagine a texture? Does your mouth water? Anything bring a tear to your eye?

I celebrate the gift of Audrey today. I thank God for the experience. I praise Him for the hope of heaven.

If you knew Audrey, you’ll know what some of these symbols mean and I welcome you to comment…


I’d love it if you commented on a loved one who went on ahead; share what reminds you of them? Pictures, objects, smells, sounds….

I’ve written other stories about Audrey-you can read them if you wish…

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Five Minute Friday–Eat

I’m linking up with Kate Motaung for her five minute Friday. It is  Every Friday she posts a word, and bloggers are welcome to do a five minute free-write on the topic and then link up with other bloggers on her site. After you write and link up you’re also supposed to go to the person who was just before you and give them encouragement of some kind. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I’m going to try it tonight. Hope it works, it sounds like fun!


The topic immediately reminds me of the bible passage we are studying in BSF this week. Jesus had just talked to the woman at the well in John 4. He had a discussion with the Samaritan woman at a well and after Jesus reveals some things about her life,  He even tells the woman who He is. She immediately runs to tell the whole town about Jesus. While he had been talking to the woman, Jesus’ disciples were buying food for all of them. When they returned, the disciples urged Jesus to eat.

Jesus said, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.” The disciples were confused and wondered where He had gotten food while they were gone. They were only thinking about physical food. Jesus was thinking about spiritual food. He was filled with joy that the woman believed in Him and it was even causing the town’s people to come out to see who He was and listen for themselves. It makes me think that I need to be filled with joy when I witness to someone and they show interest in Jesus. I need to be more Christ-like.


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A Prayer On the Shore


Quench my thirst, Living Water.

Help me trust you God, when I doubt.

Remind me of your faithfulness.

Enable me to be your vessel of healing.

Advise me with Your Holy Spirit.

Ease my anxiety when I feel can’t make it.

Give me faith when I am fearful.

Attend to me when I am downcast.

Lend me Your ear when I cry.

Enjoy my praise when I sing to you.

Wind and waves obey you.

Hear me when I talk with you.

Send your angel armies when I feel defeated.


Smile when I return to you.

Heal my loved ones when I plead.

Accept my thanks for your sacrifice.

Forgive me when I fail.

Release everything that needs to be relinquished.

Laugh with me when I’m elated.

Comfort me when I mourn.

Convict me when I need to forgive.

Reveal things I need to see.

Guide me with your right hand for decisions.

Direct my mind and words to follow Your will.

Protect me from evil I need to rebuke.

Rejoice over me with singing.

Hold me when I’m lonely.

Fill me with a sound mind.

Make my crooked places straight.

Give contentment in the desert place.

Teach me to be compassionate.

Assist me to proclaim Your mighty works.

Fill me with love at all times.

Streams of abundance flow.


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A Mother’s Desperate Vigil…


Hunched over on my knees, I raise my head. I scan the western horizon praying that I’ll wake from this nightmare. The gut-wrenching fear would pass. Oh, that all this would be a terrible mistake.

Please Lord, oh please don’t allow it to be true.

I don’t even know how I got here. The sand is burning my feet. A mixture of tears, sand and sweat run down my face. I sense there are hands on my back and arms. Someone is whispering something about hope. I’m offered a plastic water bottle. I decline-I don’t want to miss the moment. Grains of sand grind as I try to swallow.

My eyes fill with tears again and I let my body fall prostrate. I grab one of the hands near me and squeeze it so hard it’s punctured. I raise my head a bit rubbing the blue and green spots out of my eyes. There’s not a cloud in the sky. How dare it shine so brightly tonight? I bang my bloody fist on the sand.

Many police cars are parked on the edge of the parking lot behind me, their blinding blue and red lights circling. Several coast guard boats are trolling slowly in front of me. The sun sinks lower, the water smooth like glass now. My mind reenacts the last hours again…

What if I had done something differently? What if I had said no? What if I would have called out at the right time? Guilt begins piling up like a sand-drift. A wave of fear falls over me. A ripple of panic wells up from the deep depth of my gut. Faith in a miracle is stuffed deep in my soul, but can’t quite come to the surface.

Then above me is the roar of a helicopter as it rushes from the east. It tears into my heart. Its presence makes the tragedy seem so true. Along with its intrusion, it brings a hope of removing the pain. The noise as it swoops over the piers takes my breath away.



The sunset has never been so plain. So sinking. The sun just slowly disappears without a trace of fanfare. The noise is deafening now. A friend is speaking something into my ear. My thoughts are in the water as the dusk settles in. The air remains stifling hot. The humidity lays on my skin and mixes with my tears and sweat.

A guttural sound emits from deep within me, which I slightly recognize. It’s a travail that I recognize from the birth, eighteen years ago. All the days following were adventurous. Could the pain again be followed with joy?

I begin to shiver as the full strawberry moon rises out of the corner of my eye on my left. The dampness of the last hours and the slight breeze as the helicopter circles again bring me a cool chill of sorrow.

Dear God, can you? Will you? Someone covers me with a heavy blanket. I rebel against the warmth and rise to my full height with my hands on my hips.


Moving closer to the water, I strain my ears now, willing that I hear a cry of victory. The beach had always been such a joyful and peaceful place. Tonight it was holding my most precious possession.

I knew she wasn’t mine. But she was mine. Oh God please!

Would the darkening cool water release her? Blurry-eyed, I keep striving to see a glimmer of hope. Something to hear. Something to see…

Through the moonlight, I see a group of people near me in a circle of prayer. Two are still on each side of me. The western sky still holds a slight orange.

I realize I am grasping a shirt to my chest with all my strength. It’s damp with sunscreen and her sweat. It smells like the sweetest perfume.

Dear God of miracles, bring me one tonight, and I’ll never ask you for anything else again for the rest of my life.

Again I fall to my knees with a heaving cry. I hold the shirt to my face as I lower it to the ground.

The swish of angels’ wings mix with a huge comforting voice as He holds my shoulders, “I will be with you through this.”


(Disclaimer: This story is fictional and based on the imagination of the author. It is not factual in nature.)

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Focus and Be Mindful

IMG_5840I’ve been learning something from readings I’m doing. The practice of mindfulness is not a new-age or mystical belief. It’s a practice which Jesus taught. Be mindful. Watch and pray. Do not worry, for today has enough worry of it’s own. He told his disciples to pray and be aware while he prayed in Gethsemane.

One way to be mindful, is to focus on a sense, such as being very mindful of all the sounds around me as I breathe deeply from deep in my gut. I could concentrate on all the things I see around me, like the thousands of colors that God displays each day. It keeps my mind busy so that there isn’t as much room for anxious thoughts to sneak in.



I always thought that the verses in Phil. 4:6-7, were a command not to be anxious. They’ve always been favorites of mine and I have memorized them and cling to them quite often. But in thinking and praying more about it, a revelation came to me about those verses.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, with prayer and petition, and with thanksgiving, present your requests to God, and the peace of God which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

If we were instantly rid of all anxious thoughts, then why would it say, WITH petition? We wouldn’t need to petition God about anything if we didn’t need him. We need some healthy fear or we’d be robots. Don’t forget thanksgiving! He does so much in my life every day and I need to realize and be thankful for the positive things. And, would we need to present our requests to God if everything always went perfectly? And that peace…we need His peace. It transcends ALL understanding–no one could understand why we receive total peace sometimes. The peace He gives guards your HEART and your MIND to make the body, soul and mind work together the way He designed it.

Just some thoughts of mine that I’m realizing. I hope it makes some sense to you. I hope it helps you. Blessings on your day.



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