The Space Between

That space between Before & After. That sliver of time between the unknown and the now known. That tiny AND between the here and now. It’s profound what that AND holds. It’s the moment between what you didn’t know and what you know now. It’s the moment between your life before a discovery and the […]

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Peeling and Tossing

It struck me, as  I was thinking on The Mended Heart bible study that I’m doing, and I asked God to peel back the layers.  To show me “me” and to unearth the things that I’ve covered up in order to live “normally”. He wants to heal me completely. To peel back each layer and […]

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USE ME BUT

We say “USE ME” to God. Then we get rattled when he asks us to get up and move. USE ME GOD… But ….  Use me how I want to be used. Heavens no, don’t ask me to do that. I cannot be inconvenienced. Use me Lord. But.  I am not equipped. That would be awkward. Somebody […]

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The Beauty In Different

  It’s sad to say, but it’s true.. Too often Christians are known for what we are against.. Not for what we are for. Not all of us.. Not all of the time.. But a lot of the time. Sometimes people are turned off by the church in general. And hear me when I say […]

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Life On Mission

        Longing For Home     When on a mission trip in Nola.. I loved it but longed for home. Now that I’m home, I long to be back on mission. Somewhere. I think of the people there every single day. I am a foreigner now when I’m not doing missions. My home and […]

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I’m Not a Good Christian

I was thinking of how often we use the term : “good Christian“. It’s become so cliche. “She’s a good Christian woman”. “He’s a good Christian”. Are they even authentically a Christian? Is there a good Christian? Is there a bad Christian? One implies the other. (Honestly, the term Christian is used incorrectly at times […]

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The ME God Sees

When did I grow up? I’m pretty sure that I still think I’m like 20 something. Until I look in the mirror. Or wake up with an ache. Or somebody that must be not much younger than me says “Mrs. Heather” or “yes ma’am.” Maybe it’s because in my 40s (41 to be exact), I’m […]

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