For centuries, we have been praying to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers. What if our most effective evangelists are stuck in a backroom watching videos and eating fishy crackers? Let’s partner with God in raising up an army of passionate children . . . .

What are you excited about for 2024?

Two of the many things I am excited about are

1)    More time with my art and

2)    Watching what God will do with these children’s books.

What is your favorite Christmas tradition? Mine revolves around a nativity set. This particular nativity was the centerpiece . . . .

It was painful to watch. At my cousin’s “celebration of life,” her husband and grown sons struggled to make sense of “a life taken too soon.” One son sobbed how . . . .

I had a BIG idea in the shower this morning. Last month I posed the question, “My Idea or His?” (See my blog on 10-31-23.) So, I thought it would be fun to include you in my decision-making process.

The portrait that I painted of the little girl posted here is the seed of the idea . . . .

I’m going to give you a peek into my personal, spiritual journal. You will get a taste of how God and I communicate with each other.

As context, let me tell you . . . .

I took a risk. Our prayer ministry had a booth at the local business fair. We offered . . .

I laid prostrate on the floor in prayer with a blank piece of paper in front of me. I was attempting to rewrite the children's story on hearing God's voice. The first draft simply wasn't working. . . .

. . . the worship leaders were simply playing softly for a long stretch. 

I don't know what they were doing during that time; I never opened my eyes. I was having my own encounter with the Lord.  . . .

The Vision

Both Memorial Day and Pentecost blew by me in a blur this year. So, today, I am pausing to reflect.

Remembrance is important to God. He instituted seven feast days as memorials for all generations. God created the feast days to . . . .

I performed a prophetic act this week. I laid the preschool books that I am writing on the altar.

I was heading to church anyway to participate in worship and intercession. God’s presence is always palpable there. So, on a whim (at the Holy Spirit’s prompting), I put my . . .

My heart burned within me. I longed to be on my knees at the altar, telling Jesus all the words burning in my bones. But the guest preacher kept talking. I wondered if I should dispense with decorum and just dash up there. Jesus would understand.

Finally, he opened the altar. Immediately, . . .