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The Invitation


I’ve been given an invitation.

It’s a special invitation.

It’s an invitation that fills my heart with joy.

It is an invitation to a secret place.


 It is an invitation to a sacred place.

This invitation is from a dear friend.

She has invited me to join her in her secret place.

She has invited me to her sacred place.

The place where she meets with ……………..



The place where she encounters God.


What an honor and a blessing.

Her invitation is a reminder to me.

A reminder that my Dear Savior longs for me to come to that secret place with Him.

Reminds me that He is waiting in that sacred place.

Reminds me that He wants to have an encounter with me,

as much as I need an encounter with Him.


You Dear Reader,

If you don’t not have such a place,

A secret, sacred place of encounter with God,

I strongly urge you to get one.

Find one.

Make one.


Make a place where you can rest with your Savior.

A place where you can abide with Him.

A place where you can go daily.

Be it early before your day begins,

or late and at the end of your day.

It may even be when your children are napping.


No matter.

Just do it.


When you encounter Father God there,

even your problems will seem to have an air of grace in them.


Remember the line in “Field of Dreams”?

“If you build it, they will come.”


Well if you make this place for Him,

He will come.


My own secret place is not fancy.

This chair belonged to my Mother.

It is older than I.

It sits next to the window in my office.

It only has three legs with an empty can from some dark chocolate

rolled wafer sticks serving as its fourth .


When I place myself in that seat,

even for a few moments.

He comes.

We encounter each other,

and joy fills my heart.


If you make  it,

He will come.

I promise.


Fearfully and wonderfully made


The Last Day of April

The last week of April is “Big trash” pick up in our city.

What can be found curbside during this time runs the gamut from trash to treasure. 

Some stuff is really trash, and other stuff is there because the owner doesn’t want to deal with selling it or hauling it away themselves.  They just want it out of their space.

I have been known to partake in helping the folks to remove some of these things from their own personal space, and the land fill, since my youth.

The fact of the matter is that, as my Mom told me once, that I was a sheeny.  That it was in my blood.  That I came by it honestly and therefore could not help it.

The only definition I could find for the word was that it was a highly offensive term for a Jew.  I assure you, that is not what it means to me or what she meant when she said it.

What she was referring to, was seeing something discarded, retrieving it, fixing it, and either keeping it for yourself, or selling it to another.  In the most basic of terms, a trash picker.

A man rummaging through a skip at the back of ...

A man rummaging through a skip at the back of an office building in Central London. See also: Dumpster diving. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Some of my earliest memories were not of purchases made in fancy stores, but of dumpster diving in the dumpster behind the school that we lived across the street from. 

It could be smelly, to be sure, but what a coup to bypass the apple cores and banana peels from someone’s lunch to find half used pads of fat ruled paper with dotted lines for beginning writers and pencil stubs and broken crayons.  Maybe even a partially used sheet of stickers tossed away by a teacher who had grown tired of using them.

This began my love affair with paper and pencils and crayons, but that is for another story.

The point of this story is twofold.

First, to announce to the world that I was a curb side entrepreneur before it was cool to be that.  If it could not be used for it’s original purpose, I would find something else to do with it!

Second, and of so much more importance, is this;

The things that other people consider trash can be of use to someone else.  They can be cleaned up and used for their original purpose, or they can be transformed into something totally different than what the eye can see.

I have seen this happen over and over.

An old mirror becomes a center piece for a dining room, complete with candles and cloches and flowers.

An old dresser, with a fresh coat of paint and a little new hardware can become a place to hide all of the things you use daily, but want to keep close, but out of sight.

An old pair of boots becomes a planter in the side yard for hens and chickens or strawberries. 

The most striking transformations I have ever seen though have not been with goods “purchased” at the curb.

The most striking transformations I have ever seen have been lives “purchased” at the cross.

I have seen this happen over and over again.

When Jesus reached down through the yuck and the muck, the apple cores and the banana peels, with His palms stained with blood, He redeemed so much more than paper and crayons.

He redeemed a life.  A life that others could only see as trash.

Jesus saw past the demolished life visible only to the eye.  He saw past the uselessness of a life in ruin.  He saw what a life could be.

Jesus sees what He paid for on that cross.  He sees the one who is fearfully and wonderfully made.

Jesus sees the one who is made in the image of God, the one who has been led to believe that he is all alone.

Jesus is there reaching down with that blood stained hand, to pull that one up, and to give a new coat of paint, a different set of hardware.  He wants to show the “New” purpose for that life, and discard the one that was old and decrepit.

The enemy of that soul has “sold” a bill of goods to almost the entire world. 

Trash.  Ruined.  Damaged.  No value.  Fragmented. Un-fixable.

The death of Christ on the cross and His resurrection has paid the price for the reversal. 

Trash to treasure.  Ruination to pristine.  Damaged to usefulness.  

No value to priceless.  Fragmented to whole.  Un-fixable to show room new.

The very thing that holds us prisoner is probably the very thing that was given to us as a gift from our Heavenly Father.

Stolen from us by the one who hates our souls!

Won’t you reach up from the rubble and take His hand today?

Isaiah 61:3 (NIV)and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.

Psalm 40:2 (NKJV) He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps.

Jeremiah 29:11  (NIV) For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Psalm 139:14  (NIV) I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Crayon Lineup

Crayon Lineup (Photo credit: laffy4k)


Night Flight

The view from an airplane is to me, one of the most beautiful sights to behold.

From that vantage point, we can see a patchwork panorama of living color.

We can see the enormous landscape of the world below. 

The world we live in is so much larger than we think about. 

My little corner is miniscule by comparison.

We can imagine what the lives of those living there may be like.

Realizing that each human on the ground, has their own story, their own daily routines,

their own struggles, their own joys and their own hopes and dreams

What secrets does the land below hold?

What is on the hearts and minds of all those people?

These are people who we will likely never know or see, but God, our Heavenly Father, is intimately aware of every one.

Do they know Him, or even contemplate Him? 

I usually fly in the morning, holding to the theory that earlier flights would have fewer delays.

I usually fly alone, because arriving anywhere unfamiliar in the dark can be a bit disconcerting.

On my most recent flight though, I had the company of my husband, so I flew at night for the very first time.

What I saw from there, was even more beautiful than I ever thought it would be.


The view on a clear night from 37,000 feet is incredible!

There were vast areas of intense light, bordered by pockets of total darkness.

In some of those places of total darkness, there were pinpricks of light.   

I imagined each of those pinpricks of light to be revealing hidden treasure.

One thing was for certain, the darkness could not hide from the light. 

There were long straight strands of shimmering lights and clusters of shiny

treasure all together, each holding the darkness away.

One day, someone may put up another light, next to the solitary light, and then

another, and then another, until the darkness is gone. 

The treasure revealed.

Once hidden, now exposed to the light.

Darkness cannot overcome light.

Light is always the victor!


The light of Christ shines thru the darkness, dispelling it, disclosing the treasures hidden in the land over time.

You are that treasure buried under the lies of the enemy of your soul. 

This enemies intentions are for your destruction. 

Intentions are all they will be if you let the light of Christ shine in.

A pinprick of light is all that it would take.

His light will dispel the darkness. 

Over time the light of His truth will make the darkness of the lie dissipate.


You are His treasure.

He has a good plan for you.

A plan with a pathway made of light.

There is safety in His light.

Let His light keep the predators away.

Add His light to your landscape and follow that well-lit path into eternity.


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Psalm 139  (ASV)

1O Jehovah, thou hast searched me, and known me.

2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising; Thou understandest my thought afar off.

3 Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, And art acquainted with all my ways.

4 For there is not a word in my tongue, But, lo, O Jehovah, thou knowest it altogether.

5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, And laid thy hand upon me.

6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain unto it.

7 Whither shall I go from thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning, And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, And thy right hand shall hold me.

11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall overwhelm me, And the light about me shall be night;

12 Even the darkness hideth not from thee, But the night shineth as the day: The darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

13 For thou didst form my inward parts: Thou didst cover me in my mother’s womb.

14 I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

15 My frame was not hidden from thee, When I was made in secret, And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

16 Thine eyes did see mine unformed substance; And in thy book they were all written, Even the days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was none of them.

17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.

19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: Depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.

20 For they speak against thee wickedly, And thine enemies take thy name in vain.

21 Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22 I hate them with perfect hatred: They are become mine enemies.

23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts;

24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, And lead me in the way everlasting.