Identity

In the secret place, lies are demolished by truth, doubts are replaced with promises, earthly tendencies are forfeited for heavenly aspirations. For it is in HIs glory, the weight of His glory, that we find ourselves fully complete, left without any insecurities and beconned to live freely in the identity that He created, knows and desires for us to embrace, so that all the false realities and bondage may be striped away, only to find the purest of reflections encountered by Him. In his throne room, we meet our maker, and get to love who we are just as much as He loves us, just the way we are. His grace sets us free, making our awareness of imperfections a revelation of our great need for a savior. May we always allow His presence to carry us from Glory to Glory.

dream dreams of grace.

I sometimes think of where I've been, where I am, and where I'll be. And in those moments I dream of what might be. Instead of thinking what WILL be. Too often the devils subtle lies become a way of diminishing truth, fighting it, and making the dreams seem selfish and dishonorable to God. Those lies. They are lies, and O N L Y lies. So I try again, redeem myself with g r a c e and dream dreams of grace. And when I do, those dreams push me through the current state of where I am, they inspire me past the challenges of where I am and move me to a place of inspiration and passion, peace and fascination of who H E is and where I'll be because of Him. He created us for Him, yet we find so much fulfillment, passion and purpose when become who He created us to be. For Him and through Him, we are found.

Fight for those who can't fight for themselves.

When the vision God has placed on your heart has come into existence, nothing is more beautiful than seeing the people you have been fighting for have and encounter with God and experience His love for them.

till paradise

Today I grieve, for the first time of someone so dear to me, the absence of my Gramie. She was more than just my Gramie, she was a survivor of breast cancer, open heart surgeries and many other illnesses. She was one of my hero's, for her faith was childlike and her spirit knew Jesus in an intimate way. It was the times we had together that I cherish most, her smile was contagious and her words of wisdom sunk deep. Through every illness she never doubted God's protection over her life. Her favorite poem was that of "Footprints in the Sand". He carried her through it all and today He carried her to paradise. I feel as if time has stood still now, and all I can think upon is her legacy. I hold onto the memories I have with her and though her absence pains me, I rejoice in my grief because I know she is in the arms of her savior, no hint of pain remains and she has seen the weight of Glory revealed. She is finally at the foot of His throne seeing Him face to face in all His Glory and Wonder. I await the day I will see her again, not in pain and suffering, but in peace and Glory in the paradise we all long for. For she has finally met her savior and she waits to see us all again in paradise.

Goodbye for now Gramie,

Till we meet again,
in paradise.

xo

"The odd thing is that her death has made my faith strong than it was a week ago. And I find that all that talk about "feeling that she is closer to us than before" isn't just talk. It's just what is does feel like-I can't put it into words. One seems at moments to be living in a new world. Lots, lots of pain, but not a particle of depression or resentment." CS Lewis


Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from anguish,
sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints,
so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life
there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The years when you have seen only one set of footprints,
my child, is when I carried you.”



"You deserve a Halo" precious moments were her favorite, she collected them all.

Ecclesiates 3:4
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;

Psalm 119:50
This is my comfort in my affliction,For Your word has given me life.

2 Thessalonians 3:16
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you his peace at all times and in every situation. The Lord be with you all.

little world

sometimes i dream about the little world i want to create for my children.

and i think it will look something like this...

poems and rhythms, neutral and changing.
a space where their imaginations will create
the color, objects and characters.
a rich environment of exploration
and adventure at it's peak.
walls portraying the depths of their
ideas and spaces including their creatively
moving selves. painting each pathway as they
go, leaving behind messages of the journey
they wrote each day. this is no ordinary place.
its a destiny of magical appearances. nature
and imagination at it's best. fairytales and
folktales grace the shelves of books never ending.
they can only go as far as I allow.
what they are not exposed to becomes a world unknown.
so daring, I expose them to a limitless array of hope which
will carry their dreams beyond their imagination.

in the secret.

In the midst of my emotionally drained array I am eager with passion to create even more awareness of play for children and the lack of recognition in their developmental milestones. I am going on 13 hours of overtime and a day full of parent meetings, developmental portfolio's and conference profiles. It is unbelievable to me how little parents educate themselves on these days and how they have no clue that a dr and most teachers won't recognize if their child is on the autism spectrum or has developmental delays. I am Thankful and owe Jesus the credit for the ability to get through days like today and live them to the fullest.

In the secret of Your presence I know there I am restored. When You call I won't refuse.

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