Prayer Warrior


Luke 5:17-19

17 One day Jesus was teaching, and Pharisees and teachers of the law were sitting there. They had come from every village of Galilee and from Judea and Jerusalem. And the power of the Lord was with Jesus to heal the sick. 18 Some men came carrying a paralyzed man on a mat and tried to take him into the house to lay him before Jesus. 19 When they could not find a way to do this because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and lowered him on his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.

That is the type of Prayer Warrior I desire to be; not resting until prayers are brought “right in front of Jesus.

How often do we allow obstacles to keep us from bringing needs to Jesus?  How far will we go in order to bring the sick and afflicted to Christ?  How much endurance and confidence do we have to pray without ceasing; to find the way where there is no way?

I recently had a conversation with an acquaintance whose spouse had experienced a stroke a couple of days prior.  The acquaintance was telling me how lucky their spouse had been because it could have been so much worse.  I said, “Has nothing to do with luck.”  He looked at me with skepticism.  And I said, “It is prayer.”  He gave me a strong negative wave of his hand with an added facial grimace and my insides went, “ouch” and I thought well I had better stay away from that subject.  What a wimp I am!!!!  Would I have made a hole in the roof in order to lower the paralyzed man on a mat and place him right in front of Jesus?  Good question for all of us to ask ourselves.  Am I a Prayer Warrior or a Prayer Wimp?

I desire to find a way where there is no way, but will I live it?  Need to keep that one right in front of my face.

Bless Your Heart,





Lonely Places


Luke 5: 12-15

12 While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

13 Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him.

14 Then Jesus ordered him, “Don’t tell anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifices that Moses commanded for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.”

15 Yet the news about him spread all the more, so that crowds of people came to hear him and to be healed of their sicknesses. 16 But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.


Lonely places are needed in life; places where we get grounded once again.  Lonely places give room for refocusing and filtering the events of life.  Lonely places provide space to draw away from self and closer to the Lord.

Don’t get all crazy on me now, but have you ever wondered if Jesus dealt with ego issues?  Masses of people followed Him every where.  Jesus performed acts of healing and miraculous signs as had not been seen before.  Isn’t there a chance that it could have been a head rush now and then?  People in need, people groping for attention, people praising, people begging, people in awe, people celebrating…..unrelenting….constant.  Scripture tells us that Jesus knows our every human struggle; so it is not a stretch to think that He needed quiet time to regroup, refocus, get priorities in order.

Not only did Jesus withdraw to a lonely place but He did so to pray.  Lonely places without prayer can be dangerous.  Lonely places with prayer are transforming.

Bless Your Heart,


Wanting to Be Unseen


Luke 5:12-13

12 While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

13 Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him.


Hello Blog Friends,

People who write blogs or just write in general or have a need to express themselves through the written word tend to need writing as an agent of healing, decision making, thought processing, emotion cleansing, release, relief……  I am one of those people.  I find writing this blog to be a way of getting some things out that if I tried to express them among those who know me they may misunderstand or draw back wondering “who is this crazy lady?”  Now here comes the dilemma; many of those who now read my blog actually KNOW ME!  I can’t just “vomit” out my thoughts; I have to consider that someone or two or three, I will see at some point today.  Ugh!  “It isn’t easy being green.”

I wonder if that is how a leper feels.  All of the nastiness is right there on their outside for all to see and comment upon.  What must be bottled up on their insides?  What cries are longing to be expressed and heard?  They walk around day in and day out trying to cover up, to hide, to be unseen.  What pain, what grief……no wonder the leper fell at the feet of Jesus.

When I need to let my ugliness out, when I need to purge, I too fall at the feet of Jesus.  He is the safe harbor.  I can never be so vile or ugly that Jesus would turn and walk away from me.  My filth is nothing to Him….He sees my soul; He knows my heart.  I can trust Him with ALL THINGS.  Jesus will touch my skin riddled with sores and wounds and He will see me as white as snow, as soft as silk for He, the Lord, has conquered sin and death.

When friends give you that sympathetic/concerned grin and they are trying to do and say the right thing but all you feel is judged and lectured to, fall at the feet of Jesus.  When society mocks and rebukes you, fall at the feet of Jesus.  When your heart and mind are raging a war within you that feels as though it is about to tear you in two, fall at the feet of Jesus.

At the Feet of Jesus,


Leading the Way


Some time has now passed since Mom’s death and it may be time to start sharing some of the amazing events and moments in her last days and hours with us.  I will never be able to say enough good things about Mom; she was an extraordinary woman….a fortitude beyond measure, a peace that enveloped all in her sphere.

Mom’s funeral was on a Wednesday.  It was a celebration of life lived and a faith that quietly moved mountains.  The next day was to be the internment.  A small contingent of our family gathered to travel to the grave site that Thursday morning; five of us in total.  We hopped in my sister’s car, stopped at the gas station to fill the car up and guess who begins to drive by us just as we were pulling out of the gas station lot?  I said, “Look!  There goes Mom, she is still leading the way.”  The funeral home vehicle carrying Mom to her final resting place pulled right in front of us as if the time, the moment had been orchestrated, choreographed.  So we followed; her family followed.

That moment grabbed me, I think it grabbed us all.

When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!”  For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon’s partners.  Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on  you will catch men.”  Luke 5:8-11

Part of what I felt in that drive to the cemetery was a pep talk from Mom.  “You guys can do this; don’t stop following the ways I have shown you, don’t be afraid.  What matters is loving the Lord and sharing Him in your life always.  Come on, let’s get me put to bed so you can move on.”  In real life, Mom would never have talked like that; those words are how I interrupt the moment.  Mom rarely taught through words; her life lived was the lesson taught.  But the encouragement and peace I felt in following her life to the very end was real.

Kinda like Easter, isn’t it?  I can hear Christ say, “Follow me to the grave and then life will really begin.”

Blessed is He,



The Threat of Blessings


Luke 5:1-7

One day as Jesus was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret, the people were crowding around him and listening to the word of God. 2 He saw at the water’s edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets. 3 He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from shore. Then he sat down and taught the people from the boat.

4 When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.”

5 Simon answered, “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.”

6 When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. 7 So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink.


Dear Friends,

I have done it once again and been away from my blog for FAR too long.  I apologize.  Life.

Peter and the guys were obedient to Christ, even in their state of exhaustion, and the Lord fills their boat to the point of near disaster; sinking.  Ever think about that?  Ever consider the “danger” of God’s blessings?  Yep, you read that right, danger.

If we are in Christ, we are spiritual beings living in a “material world”; a world that often time does not jive with the ways of God.  We can be so blessed by God that it rocks the boat of the here and now.  We can be so blessed by God that it endangers the life we have created in this world.  We can be so blessed by God that the borders of our life cannot contain the enormity of the blessing.  We can be so blessed by God that the emotions of this life are in total opposition to the gift given and it endangers “our boat.”

I think that is where I have been.  I have been heeding the voice of God and venturing out in riskier waters and the bounty in my boat has tipped me near to sinking several times.  The threat of sinking has the ability to cause panic, confusion, and a host of other negative emotions.  So I have been venturing in and out of these waters trying to learn the ways of living in a bounty of blessing.  I truly do not desire to ever go back to the safe waters again and yet these deep waters tear at the fiber and emotions of the world I was born into and it hurts….bottom line; it hurts; it tears, and stretches, remolds, breaks apart and severs.  We live in a world of the “here and now” and God gives us blessings of the “yet to be.”  The bounty of the blessings can only be received by the stretching of our faith, our trust, our desire for Christ above our desire for our safety and security.

And so I tell you the truth, it frightens me; God’s bounty demands much of me and much of you.  I will continue out into the deep waters, because that is where my Lord calls me.  I will welcome His blessings and pray that my relationship with Him will strengthen and change me to the point that even if the boat I have created is sunk to the bottom of this world, He will raise me up to walk on the waters with Him.

Bless Your Heart,