Enhance Your Prayer Time

I know that prayer is important in one’s walk with The Lord, and I know there is power in prayer, and I know that God hears me when I pray; but why, for Pete’s sake, is it so hard to pray? Why is it easy to get distracted while praying? What does one do to win in the area of prayer?

The tools I have mentioned below are ways that have helped me push through in the area of prayer and tarry for an answer and to grow in my relationship with The Lord.

1.) Recognize that we do have an enemy who is hell-bent on destroying the power we have access to through prayer.

A praying Christian is a powerful Christian.

James 5:16 says “Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.

I was listening to a teaching on prayer by a friend and mentor of mine, and she had us participate in an exercise. She had us hold our breath for five seconds and then asked us how difficult it was to go without breathing for an extended period of time. She equated our physical breath to our spiritual breath: prayer. Just as if you were to hold your breath for an extended period of time and you would pass out, so you would also pass out if you hold your prayer breath too long.

When we read the creation story in Genesis, we see that man was created in the image of God. God breathed His breath…HIS breath…into Adam after He formed them from the dust of the earth.

If it is His breath that is coursing through our lungs, it’s no wonder prayer is so powerful when prayed according to God’s Word—because just like creation, it is His breath being breathed into the situation at hand.

2.) Remove distractions

This has probably been the biggest obstacle for me in my walk with the Lord. I seem to think that I need to have my phone with me wherever I go because the moment that I don’t, something will happen and no one will be able to get ahold of me. It provides an opportunity for distraction because when I get a text, I respond. From that response, I visit facebook, twitter, and Instagram and the next thing I know is that it’s 45 minutes later and I’ve accomplished nothing.

This is my second day of getting up an hour(ish) earlier in the mornings to spend time in prayer. It has helped in the area of distraction because I know that the people I talk to on a daily basis are not up yet.

Maybe you need to designate a spot to go to pray. Our house is small, and we don’t have an extra room that is climate controlled. It’s based on the temperature outside. We have an AC window unit up there, and I could take a heater if cold, but in both temperatures, it takes awhile to cool down or heat up. So I sit on the floor in front of our heater and spend time with The Lord.

3.) Be intentional

Honestly though, what it all boils down to is this: do you really want to grow? Are you willing to be diligent and intentional about setting aside time to pray and deepen your relationship with the Lord?

As with anything, you will only receive what you put in. When we seek God’s face we can expect to become more like Him as He pours into us through prayer. When we seek His face we can expect to receive answers and wisdom.

I have the speaking part down pat, but I don’t have the listening mastered. The Lord has been convicting me to enter into a time of silence to listen to Him. Silence is a discipline that we should practice as Christians. As we walk through that discipline, our minds will learn to be silenced and we are better able to hear what He is saying to us. Be intentional about listening and speaking: not just speaking when praying, but speaking when you’re spoken to about that situation.

4.) Journal

Journal your prayers. Keep track of what you have prayed and how and when God came through in that area. Sometimes it helps to encourage us when we have tangible evidence of God moving in a situation.

I write all of my prayers out in a notebook. It wasn’t until my husband and I had gone through a season of transition that I was convicted to go back and see what God had answered. At least 10 prayers were answered in one week during this season. It was an encouragement to me because it was tangible evidence that God heard the cry of my heart.

Sometimes my prayer morning looks like drawing a picture. You’ve heard of bible journaling, correct? That is what I am referring to, except I will journal in a notebook so that I have more room to be creative. Sometimes putting a picture of what is going through your mind with a promise from God’s Word, helps you verbally speak what needs to be spoken in prayer.

5.) Don’t make it complicated

I used to make cultivating a prayer life difficult. I had to have the right notebook with the right tabs. I had to have a prayer closet that I could make mine. I had to go through all of these religious rituals in order to succeed in prayer.

Your prayer life is your prayer life. As long as you are cultivating a relationship with Him through prayer and reading His Word, there is not a specific way you have to do it to make God hear you better. His hearing is just fine.

Like I mentioned above, my prayer life looks like writing all of my prayers down in a notebook. I used to struggle with the thought that God didn’t hear my writing. Writing is the way that I best communicate, and in order to say what I wanted to say, or in order to pray powerful, scripture-based prayers, I needed to write it down. I know that God hears the prayers of my heart.

6.) Spend time in worship

There are times that I can’t immediately enter into prayer. It may be that I have too many distractions, or I’m feeling a little discouraged, or I just don’t know what to pray. Getting into an attitude of worship helps release what needs to be prayed. I have worship playlist that settles my mind down, and often the lyrics will encourage prayer or even a scripture to study.

Oftentimes, praise is the victory that is needed for a situation. In 2 Chronicles 20, we read of Jehosephat being warned of an oncoming attack. He declared a fast and all of Judah came to inquire of The Lord. In verses 6-12, we read of the review of what God has done in the lives of this nation and their forefathers. Here’s what I want you to see:

After consulting the people, Jehoshaphat appointed men to sing to The Lord and to praise Him for the splendor of His holiness as they went out at the head of the army, saying ‘Give thanks to the Lord, for His love endures forever!’ As they began to sing and praise, The Lord set ambushes against the men of Ammon and Moab and Mount Seir who were invading Judah, and they were defeated.” (verses 21-22)

Not only does praise usher you into His presence, it sets ambushes against the enemy for victory.

Short Devo

Baggage: A Call to Drop It (A Poem)

“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance that race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the Source and Perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame and has set down at the right hand of God’s throne.” (Hebrews 12:1-2, HCSB)

We bog ourselves down with the baggage we carry.

Pain turns numb at the length we tarry.

Joyfully we walk the narrow road,

Until we become discouraged by our load.

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet,”

“Take a seat”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

We shed an outer outer shell.

Redefining more our citadel.

Releasing a little more,

We allow Him to partially restore.

Merrily we walk along,

Singing a joyful song.

People along the path, stopped to take a break

Surprise and shock,

“Come on! Walk with me!” you say

“No, we need a break. The road is too narrow.”

Saddened by the images in your head of those behind,

The baggage cuts in a little deeper.

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

The end of our baggage is the hardest,

For it has us harnessed

To the past of who we used to be.

We just can’t see,

The changed He wants us to be.

Nearing the end, discouraged and downtrodden.

The joy at the beginning long forgotten.

What could have made this easier?

How could I have stayed eager?

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet.”

“Take a seat.”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

“But isn’t it too late,” you whisper.

“My shoulders are blistered,”

Interrupted by the response,

“It’s never too late with Me.” said with nonchalance.

“Look around you.”

“See the others that have pushed through.”

You look, bags are laid out on the bare ground

The image before you creates a campground.

“This is not the end. It’s only the beginning.”

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet.”

“Take a seat.”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

“Join me on this new journey,”

Walking forward toward Him,

You hear the cheers from an army,

Your fellow Christians,

Renewing your ambition.


Fiery Furnace and our Faith

“This is what you are commanded to do, O peoples, nations and men of every language. As soon as you hear the sound of the horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp, pipes and all kinds of music, you must fall down and worship the image of gold that King Nebuchadnezzar has set up. Whoever does not fall down and worship will immediately be thrown into a blazing furnace.” (Daniel 3:4-6, NIV).

When I mention the words “blazing furnace,” what image comes to mind? Is it daunting enough to for you to bow in submission? The image of the blazing furnace burning in the minds of everyone who attended the dedication of the gold idol would be enough to make everyone bow down. It wasn’t enough of a scare tactic for Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. Their response to their not bowing is epic:

“O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, o king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, o king, that we will not serve your gods or the image of gold you have set up.” (Daniel 3:16-18, NIV)

Their response so maddened the king that he ordered that the furnace be turned up seven times hotter. The people who were binding Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego fell into the fiery furnace. Traveling through the passage, you see that they were thrown into the furnace, and three men became four. Pulled out of the fire, they were neither burned nor smelled like smoke. As a result, King Nebuchadnezzar ordered that everyone serve God. (verses 19-30).

I see this scene a lot like our faith in God and faith in His Word. There are many idols created, and the enemy is telling us to bow or be thrown in. It’s a scare tactic to get us to conform to the ways of this world, rather than continue to stand on God’s Word.

In this last season in my walk with The Lord, I cannot count the times that I have felt the flames of the fiery furnace or heard “just give up! He’s not going to come through.” I cannot count the times where I have wanted to bow and give in, and quit standing. The bruises on my knees tell the stories of my pleadings with God.

This season has been one of testing and trying, of counting the cost of following Christ, and deciding “is this really worth it?” The response of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego in saying “even if he doesn’t, we still won’t bow,” spoke so convictingly to me. That’s where I want to be. I know that God will always come through, but even if He doesn’t come through in the way that want Him too, I will not give up in serving Him.

And I see you. I see your struggle. I see your desire to choose right. I see your desire to serve Him well and give Him glory. I see your questions, your doubts, your fears.

And as I sit here, I hear The Lord asking me: “If you could tell them anything, what would you tell them?”

  • I would tell you to look up. Look up and not down. Looking down limits your vision. Looking up, you’re to see for miles.
  • I would tell you that God is the same yesterday, today and forever. The same God who provided for you in your time of need, the same God who met you where you were at, the same God who pulled you out of the pit–is the same God who will do it again. (Hebrews 13:8)
  • I would tell you that conforming to the standards of this world gives you nothing but FOMO. It does nothing but create emptiness.
  • I would tell you that this life in Christ Jesus is worth it. Standing on His promises, speaking His word, walking in obedience to Him…it’s all worth it. Even when the world says it’s not.
  • I would tell you that even on the hard days, even with the bruised knees and hurting heart, God is still the most ravishing and breathtaking Creator you’ve ever seen.
  • I would tell you to keep standing. No matter how bad your knees want to buckle, DECLARE with all of your might that it is by the GRACE of God that you are standing, and it is FOR His glory that you will continue to stand.
  • I would tell you to dare to trust Him with everything. Your hurts, your fears, your questions. He can handle it. In fact, He tells us to give our concerns and worries to Him. (1 Peter 5:7)
  • I would tell you  to record all the ways He’s come through for you already. There’s nothing too “small.” Every step is a victory.

Because when you choose to stand your ground, you come out not even smelling of smoke.


God is good on His Promises!! (Fire Story)

Some weeks ago, we had planned a vacation. We got everything lined out: dogs were taken care of and horses had someone who’d go out and check on them. Sunday, January 21st, we left for church praying Psalm 91 protection over our house, vehicles, and our animals.

January 25th, 2018 held a day that neither Clay nor I saw coming. The hand of God was upon that day like we can’t even explain.

We had stopped for lunch somewhere around Kingsville, TX—still seeing Border Patrol— when Clay received a call from his boss. Thinking it was about work, I stepped outside to wait on him. He came out and nonchalantly said “Mike said that the horse pasture is on fire. There are people trying to catch our horses.”

All four horses headed home!

When my husband operates solely in peace in a time of chaos, it is so easy for me to take on those same qualities. I asked him if I needed to contact my aunt, who was taking care of them while we were gone. He had said “yeah, let her know.” No sooner had I sent her a text, she was calling saying that a friend had our horses.

Here’s the cool part: as I was thinking about someone who was able to help with our horses, I knew I wanted to call the person who ended up with them. I didn’t have her number, and really hadn’t been around her much, but I just knew she’d be able to help. No sooner was that thought on my mind, and before it was even a prayer formed on my mouth—I received the call that she was out there, and that she had the horses. She had called me shortly after and confirmed that she had them. I honestly could have cried– it was such a sweet moment with The Lord.

As we were getting off the phone, she said “Now, I don’t know about your horse trailer. There’s so much smoke, and I know they’re spraying it with water, so I don’t know if it caught on fire or if they’re stopping it from catching on fire.”

As I relayed the message about the horse trailer to Clay, we both said “The trailer is part of our stuff, and it’s included in being spared.”

Gobs of phone calls later revealed that the horse trailer was still standing. Reports from friends said that they were both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because the horses were safe, disappointed because they didn’t think the trailer would make it through. There was so much smoke! But, alas, the smoke cleared and there the trailer stood! Someone drove up and sprayed the trailer in case it got hot. But, y’all…only ONE tire had cables showing like it got hot enough.

As you can see in the picture below, our trailer was untouched, our water tanks were untouched, and the south part of the pasture where are horses were hanging out is unburned.


We arrived home late Friday evening and headed out Saturday to go get the horses.

The promise in Malachi 3:10-11 says “ Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. And thereby put me to the test, says the Lord of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you a blessing until there is no more need.I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of your soil, and your vine in the field shall not fail to bear, says the Lord of hosts.” 

The promise in Psalm 91:9-10 says “Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place–the Most High, who is my refuge— no evil shall be allowed to befall you, no plague come near your tent.” 

Seeing our end of the damage, there was such an exclamation point on the promises of God to me. He is GOOD on His promises. What He says He will do, He will do.

Clay said it was a good lesson for him too, as he was anxious about leaving for that long. He knew that if something were to happen, he wouldn’t be able to control it. He said that for him, it was a reminder that God has our stuff in His hands.

He also mentioned that the week before, he was thinking about moving the trailer forward several feet, but had second thoughts. Had he gone through with that, our trailer would not be standing.

Our horses used to be on the North End of the pasture that caught fire. Had they been there, they would have died of smoke inhalation and/or burned. As it was, they were in the very south end of the pasture where they did not experience any smoke inhalation.

I want to say thank you to all of the first responders, friends and family for all of your help in getting the fire out and assisting with the horses. But I want to say a special thank you to Jess Koppitz for getting the ball rolling, and for sacrificing your work clothes and high heels to rescue our horses and taking care of them until we got back.

Unfortunately, the fire went on to destroy more and there were cattle lost as a result. While we rejoice in our stuff being spared, we recognize and are saddened by the loss resulting from someone’s carelessness. 

This was looking toward where our trailer was.
Close to where the fire started.
This was beside our trailer. If you look to where the pallet is burned up there, that is where Clay was going to move the trailer to.
We lost a hay bale…but that’s it.
Short Devo

Enter In

Placeholder ImageAwhile back I listened to a message by Pastor Craig Groeschel titled “God With Us.” He preached from Psalm 84 and talked about how sometimes we really know God loved and cares for us on the mountaintop, but in the valley we sometimes question it. It got me pondering:
The valley is a journey that you can’t pitch your tent in and dwell. It’s a wandering journey, one you have to keep traveling, because it’s not a journey that lasts forever.
As I think about the valleys of life I’ve been through, I think about what I thought and felt. Deep down I knew God loved me and was with me, but it wasn’t making the journey to my heart. What stood out to me the most were those who entered into the trenches with me. Through them, God healed my hurt and encouraged me to continue in the journey to the mountain top. And those same people who entered the trenches, rejoiced on the mountaintop.
If there’s one thing I want to make a point about it’s this: enter into the trenches with a fellow brother or sister. Sometimes it takes you climbing down to where they are to help them start the journey up. It takes the hope that’s built on God’s faithfulness for them to see that He provides the same for them too. And in those moments that the valley gets to muddy and murky, you can be the hands and feet of Jesus and trudge through with them.
Please understand that I’m not discounting the presence of God, and the importance of Him never leaving you—but, there’s something about entering into the trenches that makes someone see that they do matter. That they are loved. And that they’re not walking this alone. It helps to have someone help you repair your armor, to restore the cleats on the bottom of your shoes of peace so that you can dig into the side of that muddy mountain and advance against the enemy to the mountaintop.
We need each other. And if more people entered in instead of letting people just wallow in the miry clay, there would be more well digging in the valley in hopeful anticipation that their journey through that valley is almost over.

What’s Your Response?

Placeholder ImageRead:  Luke 1:1-45

As I read through this passage, there are a few questions that come to mind:

“Zechariah and Mary both had similar responses to the angel appearing to them. They both asked ‘how,’ so why different responses?

As I read more, I realized that it was HOW they asked, and what they said when asking.

Zechariah’s response was much like that of Thomas’ in John 20. Let’s compare them:

“And Zechariah said to the angel, By what shall I know and be sure of this? For I am an old man, and my wife is well advanced in years.” (Luke 1:18, AMPC)

“So the other disciples kept telling him, We have seen the Lord! But he said to them, Unless I see in His hands the marks made by the nails and put my finger into the nail prints, and put my hands into His sides, I will never believe {it}.” (John 20:25, AMPC)

Both of their responses to the situation required proof that it would happen.

But comparing Zechariah and Mary’s responses when they were presented with a promise from God, I realize that there are two responses WE can have: doubt or faith.

And the question steamrolls through:

“What is my response to God’s Promises?”

I’ve had both responses. Probably more Zechariah’s than Mary’s, but hey, there’ve been a few Mary’s.

When I was a young teenager, I was diagnosed with a seizure disorder. I took medication up until a few years ago when I was confident I had heard from the Lord to no longer take it. When I was presented with the promise of healing, I was as Mary was: “Let it be to me as you have said.” (I have been off medication for over two years and was recently released from the label, and have had no issues).

I wish all of my responses were Mary responses. Unfortunately, there are some areas where ole Zechy comes through.

“How can I be sure that you’ll take care of me?”

As if He isn’t bigger than what I’m going through. I don’t know why I think that He wouldn’t take care of me, but He’d heal me of a disorder I had for twelve years.

I don’t know what your circumstances are, or what it is that you’re needing, but God’s promises are true. They are yours to cling to, and to stand on as a child of the Most High God.

His promises aren’t “yes, but only certain ones that I choose for you.” His promises are “YES AND AMEN” for all of us.

May I encourage you, dear one, to respond to God’s promises as Mary did?

“And my God will liberally supply (fill to the full) your every need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19, AMPC)

May it be to me as you have said. 

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5, NIV)

May it be to me as you have said.

“Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” (Proverbs 22:6, NIV)

May it be to me as you have said.

Oh, how our response would change the dynamic of the peace in our hearts! As Luke 1:37 AMPC says:

“For with God nothing is ever impossible and no word from God shall be without power or impossible of fulfillment.”

Dear one,

BLESSED are YOU who have believed that what the Lord has said to you will be accomplished! (Luke 1:45)


Ninety Feet in Six Weeks!

1488148_10202664015660129_674054393_nIt was after Jesus had risen after three days in the belly of the tomb, that he appeared to his disciples, showing them his hands and his side. In John 20:24, we read that there was a disciple, Thomas, who was not present at this appearing. In the disciples’ excitement, they shared with Thomas that they had seen The Lord.
Thomas’ response?
“But he said to them, ‘unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.” (John 20:25, NIV)
What. A. Kill-joy!” I thought. I mean, here they were sharing their excitement and he doused their fire of excitement with his water of doubt.
But wait,” my thoughts continued. “How many times have I done this? Didn’t I just do the same thing the other day? I remember a temper tantrum of sorts, ‘God, You have to do this! I’m having a hard time believing You’ll take care of us!
Haven’t we all maybe done that?
“God, if You could come through in this way, I’d know You care about me.”
“Until I see some evidence, I’m having a hard time being convinced that Your word works.”
The cherry on the top? Jesus appears, showing Thomas His wounds and says “stop doubting and believe.” Just as He appears in our circumstances, DESPITE our doubts.
I don’t know about you, but after that temper tantrum I had, The Lord moved powerfully, and I felt like a spoiled brat. It was terrible.
And when Thomas said, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus replies:
“Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.” (John 20:29)
It causes me to say, “Lord, thank You for moving and appearing in my situation, even in my doubting. Help me believe You without having to have proof before I believe.”
The writer of Hebrews says:
Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.” (11:1, NLT)
God will show up in your situation, as He always does. Allow Him to move. Trust Him in faith that what He says He will do, He will do. Allow hope to course through your veins that even though you can’t see Him moving, He’s moving.
I once heard an analogy about Bamboo growing. It takes FIVE YEARS for it to even sprout. As a bamboo farmer, you can’t get discouraged by what you can’t see on the top. You don’t see what’s going on under the ground, the roots taking shape. If you focus on what you can’t see, you’ll dig up your harvest.
Here’s the deal: after five years, the bamboo begins to sprout, and in six weeks it shoots up 90 feet. NINETY FEET IN SIX WEEKS.
I feel like there’s some of you out there that need to shout: NINETY FEET IN SIX WEEKS!

Standing Tied


My dad and I, with my husband on my team, are training a yearling colt to lead and eventually ride. As part of the training, the colt will be tied to a well-set post, ironically named a “patience post,” so that he can learn to stand. It’s a harmless post that will allow him to move in circles without hurting himself. He may react by pawing, snorting, running in circles or pulling back. After time, he learns to stand patiently.

In September 2017, my husband and I were called away from the church we had been attending. I also stepped away from my job there. In praying, we decided that I would stay at home and do as the Lord asked me to do. What I didn’t realize was that this would be the start of my own “Patience Post” season.

At my “patience post,” The Lord has been addressing hidden issues that are tied to impatience by asking me to stand and wait for Him. He is my “patience pole,” if you will. Instead of being able to run the opposite direction from what He is asking me to do and deal with, He is rooting me to Himself and lavishing me with love and grace.

I have known that God loves me, but that knowledge had not made it to my heart until recently. Standing at the “patience post,” I’ve seen the character of God revealed in my life. I have seen the constant Source of Who He is in my life. But, it hasn’t come without protest on my part.

I am constantly in motion, because if I stand still, my mind wanders to “what ifs.” Before, I didn’t want to face the whole of what was in my heart. I prayed often “Lord remove what doesn’t belong,” but I hardly stuck around after that prayer to let Him work in me. The motive of my heart was not something I wanted exposed. I didn’t want the door open and my insecurities to fall out. What I didn’t realize is that He wasn’t asking them to be exposed to the world, but to Him so that He could take them and wash His word over them. Somewhere along the way, fear had gripped me like a child grips the hand of their mother so as not to get lost. I had to face fear, because I couldn’t run. I had to silence the worries and concerns of my not controlling everything. Just the other day, I realized I hadn’t battled fear in awhile, and I felt as if the Lord said “It’s because you have recognized My presence and have spent time in my word. You have allowed My love to cast it out.”

I’ve come to the end of me this season. The church we’ve started attending has been a church where healing my bruised and tattered heart has finally began. Over and over I have heard the words, “I love you” reverberate my entire being. Standing at this patience post, He’s not only addressed hidden issues, but He’s lavished a lesson of who I am in Christ. He’s unraveled where my identity has been in other things instead of Him.

There are times where I want to rear back, but like a yearling learns that they can’t go anywhere tied to that post, I’ve learned that God isn’t going to go anywhere. And uncannily enough, that makes me want to stay put.

So maybe you’re at your own “patience post.” Can I encourage you to quit stomping, pawing, snorting or running and just be still?

James encourages us in 1:4

But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing

Being patient and allowing the Lord to complete a work in us will prepared us to go higher in our relationship with the Lord. I can tell you that allowing Him to deal with things now, makes it than dealing with it in the wilderness.

It is such a beautiful work the Lord does when we stand still. A transition of the heart from worldly passions to the desire for Him.




After hitting my head against the proverbial wall, and running ahead of God, I finally decided to listen. After attending a conference in February of 2017, I knew I was to pull back on all writing; and in June of 2017, I remember hearing that it was time to put my pen up for a season. I didn’t know what the reason was, but I knew that I wanted to obey this time.

2017 has held a season that neither my husband nor I thought we’d walk through. It has drawn us closer together as a couple, and has taught us to dig down deep and stand in faith and walk in obedience. In September, I quit my job. In prayer, it was revealed to my husband and I that I would stay home and see what He would have me do.

It’s been a season of healing, a season of learning, and a true season of rest. I have faced many issues that I didn’t realize I was still dealing with. I’ve learned that, instead of waiting to hear “okay, now go,” I ran ahead of God as soon as He gave me the next step. There was fruit, but it was more forced fruit than anything. I will be honest and say that my first devotional book, “Submerged” was a result of me running ahead of God. Truthfully, I don’t really promote it anymore, because it’s a reminder of moving before Him. Looking back, I see the reason why He would have me put my pen down.

This isn’t a post to drum up encouragement, or “I didn’t notice,” it’s a post to show you where I’ve been—and where I’m going.

I’ve seen a change in many areas of my life, which makes me nervous to start again. I don’t want to be where I once was. But, I believe I’ve been called, and I’m not going to squelch the flame—I’m going to kindle it until it’s a roaring fire. Do I have it all figured out? By all means, no. I am still learning as I walk this road, and I still have moments where I run ahead a little bit. But I have learned that it’s no fun to run ahead, because I can’t see where the road curves ahead, or if there’s a dead end. But this journey will be day by day, moment by moment; and it’ll be real and raw. So stick with me. Grab a cup of coffee and join me at the table with your bible and pen in hand.

Thank you for extending grace, thank you for supporting, and thank you for coming back.