Late Night Text


Late night phone calls, text messages or knocks on the door are not something many of us want to receive, especially as a parent. Last night one of my best friends sent me a late night text and she simply stated, “miss you. love you. praying.” My first thought was, “Why is she up so late praying?” But instinctively I knew why. I started praying also and within minutes God answered our prayers. (He has always been faithful to answer this particular prayer).

This is how the Body of Christ is meant to operate. That we are so attuned to HIS voice and desire nothing more than to be obedient to His call.

It is our responsibility to take care of God’s House first, so when can experience healing, deliverance, and grow in the knowledge of the power that lives within us. To grasp onto this overwhelming truth that the same power that raised Christ from the dead lives in each believer, who has called on the Name of the Lord Jesus, as their Lord and Savior.

Precious Ones, please, I can’t encourage you often enough, stay connected to Jesus through practicing spiritual disciplines of reading and studying his word, prayer, praise and worship. Yes, we are no longer under the laws of the Old Testament, and, yes, we are covered by the love and grace of the New Testament, but that doesn’t mean we, “throw the baby out with the bath water.” How are we to disciple one another, let alone a lost and hurting world, if we’re not connected daily and consistently to The Vine? This is not to make you feel badly about what your time with God currently looks like, rather, encouragement to ask God how he wants your time with him to look. I can guarantee you it will include being in His word.

Your soul craves His word.

Precious One, feed your soul.



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Meet The Spice Girls



These five women are some of my closest friends. We have know each other for many years but it was through a life group, three years ago, that God brought us together and began to weave the fabric of our lives into one another like golden thread that sparkles as the light hits it just right.

One of us became a widow much sooner than ought to happen, one of us lost an infant grandchild moments after birth, one of us is an empty nester and still processing and exploring what that looks like, one of us has a husband that is a few years sober, one of us has a child that suffers from depression and bouts of mania and one of us has stage four cancer.

For as a belt is bound around the waist, so I bound all the people of Israel and all the people of Judah to me,’ declares the LORD, ‘to be my people for my renown and praise and honor. Jeremiah 13:11a,b.

Just as God bound Israel and Judah to Him, he bound the six of us together and we fell into a normal pattern of doing life together; sharing our joys and carrying each others burdens. These are women who choose to  pour deeply into my life and hold me accountable. Women who send Bitmoji’s to our group message simply to say, “Good morning, or “I love you”, or “I’m thinking of you.”

One of us, the decision maker of the group, named our group the Spice Girls; we can be sassy and spicy but always lead one another back to the Lord.

I knew, eventually, the day would come that I would write this blog post, to share with you as best as possible the depth of this collective friendship, which is really one friendship bound and woven together through Christ and in Christ. You see, five of us are now learning how to alternately be the decision maker of the Spice Girls.

After a long and well fought battle, our sweet friend, Joanna, went home to be with her beloved Jesus. To say that she will be missed, well, that is an understatement.

She left us the sweetest parting gift. Her children. We have the opportunity to pour into them and see the light of her legacy; her unconditional love for all people live on through them.

Until we meet again, my sweet, sassy, spicy Friend.