Sep 27 2009
Daughter,
You were made to wear a crown.
Your smile radiates My beauty to the world.
Your hands reach out and bring healing to the broken.
Your arms embrace and fill the empty with My love.
Your eyes sparkle and draw people into a revelation of who I created them to be.
You are an open invitation to the world.
My children who don’t know Me will see you and long for Me.
Hold that head of yours high.
Walk fearlessly.
Talk confidently.
Feb 02 2009
God wants to teach me how to love. I thought I already knew how. I thought I’d sat through that lesson at least a hundred times. But He wasn’t looking at that. He was looking at how I live.
Feb 01 2009
The lush green grass feels crisp and cool beneath your feet. The short, green stalks have just been cut and their fresh scent fills your nostrils and makes it way into your heart. There is a newness about this evening. Promise hangs heavy in the warm night air.
For months you have been making your bed on this grass. You have been waiting and waiting and waiting. Day after day, the frigidness of the ground paralyzed you in place. You searched for warmth and couldn’t find it. Then, as the freezing days became less and less frequent, you stood on brown, shriveled grass waiting for life to spring forth. You begged the season to change. When it didn’t, you laid down and stared at the sky as warm tears trickled from your eyes. What about the promise? you wondered. Did I not hear it correctly?