Beloved Prodigal… (Part 3 ~ Storms To Come)

Jesus said quite clearly, “Count the cost.” Believe me—those are words I now hold very sacred. When Jesus says to you, “Follow me.” He is not asking you to live in a hothouse full of roses. He is calling you to your own cross. And, your “cross” is not a pretty piece of jewelry around…

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Beloved Prodigal… (Part 2 ~ Resume)

A WOUND DRESSER’S RESUME Can you believe it? I actually asked God to make me a Wound Dresser. Man! What was I thinking? My prayer seemed so spiritual at the time. I smile and shake my head today—remembering. Little did I understand the mountain of “woundings” that would come with God’s “Yes.” And, this roller coaster… this assignment of His!…

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Beloved Prodigal… (Part 1 ~ bat Shuvah)

  The road you’re on is not an easy one. (I should know.) I have been down your road. It is for that reason I wrote this book. I am hoping it will plant some seeds of trust in that heart of yours. The Jewish would call me “bat Shuvah”—she who has returned. I have returned. To my Abba-Father God. To…

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Three Doors

There are three doors in this life. Three ultimate choices. (And here’s the deal.) To not choose is to choose the brown door. We’ll call that door: REJECT. You can choose to reject everything the bible teaches. Everything a life given to Jesus Christ is. (Yep, your choice.) God gives this choice to each and every…

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The Choice Everyone Must Make

So we come to a fork in the road. “Which way from here?” you might ask. Good question, but my answer to you is another question… What do you want? You can stay on the road you’re on. No surprises there. Your ruts are familiar. Comfortable… though perhaps more than a little, ummmmmmm… boring? No changes…

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CODE RED

I am stumbing through grief again. “So soon?” my heart whispered. It seems as if I had just recovered from one huge loss when I got the jarring news that someone I loved dearly had been whisked away. Gone. Death always jars me to my toes. I never get used to it no matter how many times…

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Seasons

~~~ Father—Creation that you’ve made! Spring’s sweet buds, and Summer’s glade; Pumpkin’s orange in Fall’s bright pallet, Forest’s sleep ‘neath Winter’s mallet… ~~~ Your seasons teach me lessons stern; Lessons that, I needs, must learn; That all year ’round — these changes show, I must change if I’m to grow! ~~~ Why do I fight it? Fists clenched tight……

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