Watching a show about hearing impairment opened my eyes to a spiritual reality. Without hearing Father’s voice, we struggle through life misunderstanding context, meaning, and purpose much the same as a hearing-impaired person struggles.
The Cochlear implant device creates hearing and when the device is turned on for the first time, reactions are profound. Sound conveys more than words. It conveys heart.
We cannot convey heart inside written word alone. Words are one-dimensional, emotionless and heartless. We, as authors, search for ways to incorporate the missing emotion through descriptive words, but can never truly touch the depth of a sob, a sigh, or exhilaration expressed in a voice. Continue reading Hearing God’s Voice
I made a drawing of a staircase I saw in my imagination a few years ago. It doesn’t do the staircase justice of course. And that’s because it doesn’t reveal the silky medium caramel color of the wood with its swirling grain. Or the carved and perfectly fitted parts. A drawing can’t share how velvety the staircase is to touch or how inviting it is to a barefoot or tired bum. And the drawing doesn’t have all the many cupboards, some secret, which create the fascinating journey upward.
But if I could take you inside my imagination, you’d see and understand how it might take a week to finally arrive at the top landing. Not because it is so high, but because there’s a world inside each captivating crevasse and hidden compartment. And you’d be drawn to recline in the seat and turn on the light. There you’d lean back and read one of the books, or close your eyes and nap. I imagine fairy tale worlds emerge in naps taken there. Continue reading THE MARVELOUS STAIRCASE
When Father was teaching me to Rest, He actually told me to sit still for long periods and do nothing. It was hard. I felt condemnation. Lazy was a word that kept popping into my head. It was even somewhat frightening. Which is weird. Silence is frightening. It’s hard to face it alone. And the drive to do something all the time is insistent. I’m responsible for stuff and people. I can’t leave them unattended.
Apparently, I was taught thoroughly that “idle hands are the devil’s workshop”. And it was so ingrained that I didn’t know how to stop doing it easily. Quickly I saw how my enemy was keeping me from being much of a threat simply by keeping me busy. And Father wanted to make Rest a foundation in my life. Breaking off that busy constancy required sitting, staring it down, without a book in my hand, without a hobby before me, without the computer, and without a companion. Continue reading TEACHING ME TO REST
Recently, I ran across a little book I wrote 20 years ago which I had named “Sometimes God Works Backwards”. It reopened some not-so-happy memories about a brother’s attempt to bring me in front of a group for reprimand. That group was never convened because the others saw my story as a testimony, albeit extremely controversial one. Therefore, they advised me to keep it to myself, and not share it further, which I have done. Continue reading My Little Book Revealed
I turned to Jesus because my heart was breaking. He came immediately and cupped my teary-eyed face in His hands and touched my cheeks with His lips. Then He embraced me and nuzzled His face into my shoulder. I could feel His breath against my neck, warm, comforting.
I breathed of Him deeply and asked, “Is there something wrong with me? My heart is too fragile.”
He again held my face in His hands and looked into my eyes speaking in tongues which I didn’t understand. But it felt like He was instructing my spirit in a way that it would understand. Continue reading Rippled Water
This is so, so amazingly easy! I’ve worked hard at jobs, at home, at relationships, at conversations . . . at almost everything. And I’ve thought that maybe I don’t know how to relax because I sit down and think of a million things to do.
Even at vacation, I squeeze in too much.
So, I was thinking I have a problem . . . until today when I realized that my relaxation is simply my time with God.
Some people think that is difficult and are surprised. They ask, “How do you do it?” And I say, “Do what?” Then they ask, “How do you know so much about God?” And I stare back because I don’t understand why they think it’s so hard. Continue reading COME ON IN! THE WATER’S FINE!
And He said,
“I’ve seen your thoughts each day, wondering about your purpose and thinking your realm of responsibility is insignificant. It’s larger than you know, and that realm is your kingdom. I gave it to you. But you didn’t grasp your daily responsibilities of Administering from your heavenly seat, your throne. Continue reading A WORD from September 24th, 2013
Sitting at home, safe & sound, didn’t prepare me for a journey into the unknown. And the fears lurking out there on that journey could only be addressed as I met them.
One at a time, I had to continue to choose the journey and plow on through. Each time discovering that fear has no power, except to lie to me. And when I believed its lies, I stopped going forward. I pulled back and stayed behind and became enslaved by my choice to fear. Continue reading FEARS LURKING ON A JOURNEY