After a long day of ministry and my "love tank" running low, I walked outside to go to my vehicle on a Sunday evening. It was as if God had plastered across the sky, "DAUGHTER, REMEMBER: I LOVE YOU!!!!!" I caught myself smiling as I realized my Abba Father knew what my heart needed! It caused me to think about "love" and an admonition I'd heard earlier in the week to the effect of "QUIT WAITING TO BE LOVED; YOU ALREADY ARE!"

When my father passed away, I became keenly aware of the relationship that I no longer had on this earth. Grief became a recognizable companion in my life. As I began to explore the facets of grief, I realized I shared deep “daughter grief” with many women – even though their stories looked different from mine. Difficult, disconnected, or deserted relationships also carries grief of loss that lingers. In every form of father-loss, there is a deep joy in relationship with our

Good Morning, California! This month, I was able to travel out west with my oldest daughter for a few days. As we reached the desolate areas of the mountain ranges, we could feel the change in altitude affecting us. Coupled with the fact that there were long stretches without places to stop for refreshment, it provided the moments to think about God being with us on the journey. As my children have stepped out on their own and into new chapters, I cannot be with them as I'm s

Do we need the nectar of God’s Word as much as bees seek the nectar of flowers? Bees are relentless in their pursuit of collecting nectar…

Momma… Pause! Momma, pause in the present! Momma, pause to pray… Momma, pause to lift your burdens to the Lord… Momma, pause to feel…

It has been scientifically proven that when we are “triggered,” we can train our brains to choose the grateful road to travel…

They say that writers are readers… it may be so! Or maybe we’re just word collectors? At our local outreach ministry thrift store, every Thursday is a book sale: ALL THE BOOKS YOU CAN FIT INTO A BAG FOR $2.00! Pictured is my two bags for $4.00! The store clerk even carried them to my vehicle for me! Part of the fun of thrifting books is looking through the shelves for treasures that cost a little bit of nothing! It’s a relaxing, therapeutic mission with the byproduct of help

My thoughts upon hearing the current song “String Cheese” are penned. Have you heard the song written by Heather Harper?

After the days of Bright white snow, The Master Artist Had an art show! “Mom, Come and see The sunset tonight!”

After the fire… 8 years ago… Only the Lord knows the gamut of mixed emotions I’m feeling as I saw this picture today.

To number my days means I must be cognizant of what day it is and aware of the possible number of days I might have left on earth.

He knows our need and delights in our coming to Him. We need not a human priest to reach Him nor man-made clichés to chant; we need a heart

Photo credit: Joy Kirksey August 21, 2021. Four years with the Lord. Many thoughts flood my mind on this ordinary, yet significant day in my history. Today. A washing machine repaired - PaPa would be so proud of all my guys ordering the part and working together to get it fixed. As I was putting everything back in place in the laundry room today, I thought… if Dad could just throw up a few shelves for me on his next visit here to make better use of space… He would’ve liked th

When sunshine disappears into the night We sometimes long for morning to come. In the hours of waiting, we can rest in Him- Our living Light

If your Valentine’s Day did not include a love note, read this one. It was written for you! Nothing can separate us from the love of God -

When we have the peace of God in our hearts, we can bring peace and goodwill to others. We glorify God when we exhibit peace on earth.

When Veteran’s Day is remembered each year, my thoughts naturally go to my own father who has moved to Heaven ahead of us.

Seven years ago on October 6, about 7:00 pm, the parsonage caught on fire while we were home. We did not have renter’s insurance…

46 years of Jesus as my Savior and Shepherd! I remember this decision or acceptance of the gift of salvation at age 9. He is a wonderful...

Sometimes, I have too many words to write. Sometimes, I have no words at all. Sometimes, the words are too sacred to share.