GOD never STOPS being GOD, even if you feel like your LIFE is at a STANDSTILL. You WAIT. You TRUST. You BELIEVE. BUT all your hear is TICK. TICK. TICK. Tears stream down my face now, as I remember so many moments when I was so tired of THE WAIT, but now I am experiencing BLESSINGS because of all that GOD has done in THE WAIT. Oh how GOD does HIS best work in THE WAIT, when you are WAITING WITH GOD. Because GOD never tires of THE WAIT. TICK. TICK. TICK. As we continue our jo

I never felt like I truly BELONGED. My feet were planted on the ground, yet it often felt like I was standing on foreign soil. Maybe it was because our family lived in so many different places. Or maybe... GOD was teaching me something much deeper. Perhaps HE never intended this world to satisfy my longing to BELONG, because HE was always drawing me to BELONG to HIM. I love the words of Dr. Seuss: "Why are you trying to fit in when you were born to stand out?" The moment I BE

I BELIEVE this. You BELIEVE that. And if we both try to convince one another to BELIEVE what we BELIEVE, we could spend days going back and forth. So why do you BELIEVE what you BELIEVE? And perhaps an even greater question is this~ Do you live what you BELIEVE, so that others can see your FAITH without you ever saying a word? WHO DO YOU BELIEVE? I BELIEVE GOD'S WORD. Not because I won an argument. Not because someone convinced me. But because I have experienced the GOD of t

I remember a day when JOY became a foreigner. Ironically, I had just written a devotional about the JOY of the LORD. I was overflowing with JOY, as the words of Psalm 30:11 became my song, "YOU have turned my mourning into dancing;YOU have taken off my sackclothand clothed me with JOY". I had no idea that before the sun would rise, life would change. It felt as though a freight train had come rushing through my house. One moment there was JOY. The next moment there was MOURNI

HE told me once. HE told me twice. And HE won't stop telling me~ "I want ALL of you". BUT I respond with a "BUT GOD, what do you mean by my ALL? "JESUS replied: ’Love the LORD your GOD with ALL your heart and with ALL your soul and with ALL your mind'"(Matthew22:37). Oh how I question the word ALL as GOD is asking me to put HIM first, second, third.... JESUS wants my ALL~ "constituting the full quantity or extent; complete" (logos). Oh how I live on the fence when I crave LO

The QUIETNESS of the morning wakes me up. THE STILLNESS is so beautifully pure, that there is no room for interruption. Because the space and place is reserved for JESUS. Oh HE BIRTHS NEW LIFE into the dead spaces and places, the holes in our hearts that were created by the BROKENNESS OF LIFE. Whether it is a hole that you created, or if it is a hole created by another, or a hole that circumstances have created. The HOLE is an INVITATION for THE QUIETNESS, THE STILLNESS , of

CHRISTmas in JULY sounds so strange to me, because CHRISTmas is year long because JESUS is year long. JESUS doesn't get packed up in a box, to be opened for the next CHRISTmas season. Yet doesn't HE get buried amongst the rubble of the hardships, the hurts, and the pains of the world. Nothing can BURY JESUS, because HE ROSE. Oh even the GRINCH couldn't STEAL CHRISTmas from the HEARTS of every Who down in Who-ville, even though that was his mission And oh how he thought succee

I am looking back to a season of my life that seemed to last forever. It was a season of WAITING. WAITING for GOD to ANSWER a prayer that was so deeply woven into my heart that I couldn't imagine life without it being ANSWERED. I remember how easily my heart began to drift. Not away from GOD, but away from TRUSTING HIS TIMING. I knew GOD was ANSWERING my prayer~ yet just not the way I wanted, or when I wanted. And oh, the stubborn, impatient part of me began to emerge. Looki

There was a time when I thought if I just said the right words... did the right things... or tried a little harder... I could FIX IT. So I tried. Really tried. I apologized. I humbled myself. I asked, "I AM SORRY. WILL YOU FORGIVE ME?" But nothing changed. The relationship was still broken. The hurt was still real. The hole in my heart was still there. Then the HOLY SPIRIT quietly whispered to my heart, "You cannot control another person's response. But you can choose your ow

You SEE the DOOR. And there is no way that you could fit, as it is NARROW. But then you read the sign. COME. Oh you want to COME. But your hands are full of your STUFF. Your anxiety. Your fear. Your bitterness. Your confusion. Your doubt. Your worry. Your shame. Your guilt. The lies you have believed about yourself. You have stood before this DOOR, before. But THIS MOMENT is different, because you are having one of those MOMENTS Then you hear HIS INVITATION "COME TO ME". Oh