A Warrior’s Strength

There’s strength in admitting where you’re weak and that you
need the Spirit of God to intervene. It’s where reality meets and is
overridden by God’s ability and willingness to do more than we
can ask or think. A warrior doesn’t fight and go forth in his or her
own strength; they go forth in the spirit of their King.

So he said to me,”This is the word of the LORD to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by
might, nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. –
Zechariah 4:6 (NIV)



Simply the Best

Our best life is found in yours. Our best plans form out of surrender to you.
Our best dreams go beyond our imagination to realization when we let you
lead the way.

You go before us, showing us the holds for our hands and feet. How to cling
to the rock in preparation for the next move.

You know the mountains in our path and the road we currently travel. In
your hand are the best directions to lead us to our destiny.

As I Am

Fearfully and wonderfully made, you didn’t make a mistake. Physically, mentally,    emotionally and spiritually, there’s no one like me. Let the standard of beauty I aspire to, be one of compassion, strength, gentleness and authenticity.

 Fearfully and wonderfully made, I embrace all that I am and all that you’re cultivating in    me, for your glory. Use what I perceive as weakness or flaws to show your character and strength. I come to you as I am, nothing more.


                                          In a crowd, in the midst of many, how do you stand out?

                                                       By being you; beautiful, unique, original.

                                                                              Just be you.  


Pursue me.

But only when you realize that you can’t do without looking into my eyes, seeing

my smile, hearing my laugh, appreciating my brain, loving our conversations about

anything and everything and cherishing my compassionate heart.

 I’m a 21st century woman with old fashioned values; not afraid to take initiative

and kick down walls, but also a lady who wants her man to take her hand to help  

her walk over the bricks.

 Comprehend that your life will never be the same without me and that alone

outweighs the fear. That alone is worth the risk.


Who likes stale bread? I can’t think of ever being excited to sink my teeth into that. Sometimes eaten out of necessity, but not the most appetizing. Sure, it can be used to make delicious dishes; stuffing, bread pudding, croutons and french toast to name a few. In these cases, stale bread is transformed by eggs, spices, milk, butter, etc. to enhance the flavor and by cooking it, add to the crustiness that has already naturally occurred.

I don’t want to be like stale bread for any reason, but especially when it comes to relationships and purpose. I want to continually have the desire and action of taking over new territory with a fresh perspective and approach to old ideas and ways of doing things.

Ah, but when it comes to fresh bread, there’s nothing like the warm, buttery smell and texture. It’s comforting, hearty and make me feel at home.     

Clean Sweep

Just like we do spring cleaning in our homes, deep clean your mind of the clutter and dirt left behind by past hurts, shame and resentment. Like clearing the cobwebs allows you to see and walk about unobstructed, clear your mind of memories that cloud your judgement and your way. Keep the wisdom gained and sweep the waste to the trash and take it to the curb. Sweep, sweep, sweep!

 Open the window to allow the fresh air of forgiveness to rid your house of the stale air. Wash the window of your soul of all the grime that’s accumulated. Attack the clutter by sorting through to keep what is of value, putting it in its rightful place. Wash and polish the baseboards and floors of the dust that has settled.

 Now, breathe in deep and smell the clean. Appreciate and bask in the unfiltered sunshine pouring into the room and into your soul. 

Freedom of Choice

No matter what we go through, no matter how we feel, we always have a choice. The choice to bury our head in the sand or face the obstacle in our path. The choice to run away or stand up and fight really depends on the situation because either could be the right action to take. It really has to do with how we see ourselves, what we believe about ourselves and where we believe our strength comes from.

Sometimes the options aren’t desirable or meet our perception and hope of how it would fit into our lives. One of the definitions of fit is being suitable for a specified purpose. Sometimes difficulty and heartbreak are suitable for the specified purpose of developing character and compassion, widening of perspective or recognizing where you got off course and need to refocus. But it comes full circle to choice. We choose to stay where we are or grow. And that’s a powerful thing.