There will be a million voices that want my attention today Some will plead Some will scream Some will use flashing lights and tempting lures Some will be unable to make a sound But I choose where my attention goes My heart and spirit are not for sale even if my hands and mind are … Continue reading Pillar Not For Sale
She’s very spiritually mature, but in her life, not so much. These words, spoken by a dear friend as she shared a recent experience, fell with a thud into my heart. I found myself aching with the Father’s heart. If spiritual maturity is not expressed in your natural reality, it is not spiritual maturity. This is hard to hear, but wisdom offers us the kind invitation to bring our tangible into … Continue reading Natural Reality, Spiritual Maturity
But if the question demands an answer, still your heart from all temptation to frantically paw at the water as one who fears drowning.
All I can do is open me. That goes against the Code of the Tryer. But it is exactly the heart of the Lover.
Answering Kendal's horn became our code. We'd pause conversations and mouthfuls of dinner to reply.
I needed to be able to feel and yet unwaveringly trust, so that my faithfulness and unity would never be vulnerable to my pain. I needed to be my Father's daughter when I didn't feel like it.
I know why I came to Facebook originally. I came for you. I came to hear your voice. That is why I'm still on it, and why it's worth trying to stay.
At the very least, I did not want to be the instigator.
The applause dies down as I take my place, facing down the warped thing that looks like me but sounds like death.
My brothers have been instrumental in helping me discover my place as my Father’s daughter.
