Friday, September 21, 2012


Colossians 1:13-14

New International Version (NIV)
 For He has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son He loves,  in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

"Heaven, we have a problem. I've lost communication with my Creation. The atmosphere is thick with my sorrow for their choices. One small step for man in the direction I warned them about, and it is now one giant leap for all of mankind into some pretty messy stuff."

"Heaven, Let's set forth the rescue mission, a voyage into grace. I've had this plan all along. Entering earth through a force field of majesty, I, the Lord, will boldly go where 'no man" has gone before; into the hearts and souls of my earthlings. Some will accept my rescue mission, some will not."

"Heaven, Three days until lift off. My mission is complete. Father God, beam me up."

I wait for their signal now, their blip of communication; every one recorded in my Captain's Log, as the Heaven's declare My glory. Do you feel it, the gravitational pull towards Hope? The Final Frontier stretches for Eternity, and the view from my perspective...?


Lord, I cannot contemplate the vastness of your love, only to compare it to the vastness of our universe and then realize it still goes beyond. I am insignificant in all this, yet you know the number of hairs on my head and purposed my life.  May I always hold close to Your flight plan as You guide me towards Your light. Amen. 

Friday, September 14, 2012

Awe in Arizona

Psalm 78:16 He brought streams out of a rocky crag and made water flow down like rivers


Psalm 98: 8-9  Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy;
 let them sing before the Lord,
for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples with equity.

Job 37:16 

Do you know how the clouds hang poised,

those wonders of Him who has perfect knowledge?

Psalm 50:10 For every animal of the forest is mine and the cattle on a thousand hills.

Luke 12:27
“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these."

In a world where every day seems so out of control,  remember your Creator , the sovereign God of all creation including you, who He knows intimately.   Praise the Lord God for His beautiful creation; what He gives us on this earth and what He has transformed your heart to be. Yes Lord, I give you praise and I glory in your creation.  Allow me to be a light among all, those who know you and those who still seek you.   Amen. 

(all scripture is NIV).
(For more pictures of Arizona, see my Facebook. )


Friday, September 7, 2012

Fallen Angel

Psalm 147: 3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. 

I live in So. California and we experience earthquakes.  This summer, we had several small tremors. Nothing too serious, the shakes create an instantaneous update to our Facebook status on where, when and how we "survived." On the news we'll be reminded to be "earthquake prepared" with water, flashlights, food for the pets, can openers, and batteries.  I confess, as many times as I thought about this, I collected the water and a few other things, and they haven't made it into the storage bin I actually bought. When the BIGGER ONE hits, I am going to be in trouble.

In one of these episodes this summer, an injury occured. A life or death decision.  Surgery became evident. Would "she" make it through?  How long in recovery?  Would rehab be successful?  She already went through this once. Would she even want to continue, as wounded as she was? 

Finding her last year in a box of stuff left over from several moves and disasters; her leg broken and missing, one arm detached, her smile gave me hope. I found some modeling clay and re-fashioned her limb. Then I collected some jute, stripped it down to a thread and successfully tied her shoulder in place. 

This time though,  her status was critical. Head trauma, and her wings? Well let's just say it was messy. 

Fallen Angel.  Something shook her world and she couldn't hold on.  Laying in pieces, I reached for her and gathered her up in my hands. I felt so sad for her.  

Yet she still held on to her belief.  

Her once severed arm brought her back to her purpose, smiling and encouraging me in my kitchen that even in brokenness, God restores for His purposes.  

Once, sometimes twice. Honestly? Always, because we fall often.  

What breaks us? Our sin,  the groans of the world. Whatever leaves us feeling unworthy, used up, ready to be discarded.  But that is not in God's plan.

Jesus finds us worthy to be saved. 

He'll mold us into His purpose, build us back up with the strength of His Word, and give us a renewed mind. 

LORD, I  PRAISE YOUR NAME.  My angel,  she's resting in a little safer place now. Her belief is strong and she smiles as she shows you her repairs to His Glory.  Amen.