Lol, I feel so personal with the Prophet Ezekiel, I called him Zeke. Like Ezekiel Elliot, mission bound for the Dallas Cowboys.  God gives him all the strength needed to compete and complete.

Started my day with a Facebook post which showed me every flip for the past week. I was blown away and shared with Pam. Isaiah and Peter stood out and the Godversation between Pam and myself was the definition of a spiritual marker. Lol, I had a typo there that said spiritual MARKET. Hmmm, not a typo, really. I get all the fruits of the spirit with Pam. Father God, oh, how I love the ways you are absolutely speaking to us through each other!! Thank you!!! It’s so beautiful. So consuming.

Pam flipped to Ezekiel today and the Word of God invited the Holy Spirit to spur us both forward. He literally consumed His Word, just as we have both been feeling. We were just in Isaiah a few days ago and I can see now more of how Zeke (😂😂😂) and Isaiah are so similar in their character. One before the storm and one during it—is there a prophet in Houston/Beaumont in the midst of Hurricane Harvey? I don’t know that yet; I do know, dangflabbit, it is absolutely NOT Joel Osteen. Oh, the irony that those words against him were spoke from my mouth to Pam in early June. I recall the almost awkward twinge in saying them and see how God used it for His glory in our friendship already.

Then, I review what we learned in Peter 2 the other day and become more amazed. How was I in Peter five days ago and I didn’t see chapter 3?  Husband and wives. Wow.

Pam says ***REDACTED*** both had huge shifts this past week for the overwhelming proof that God is at work. He obviously wants us to encourage each other. Two feet. Two hands. Two sisters.

Oh!!!Seasons and times for all purposes…Pam said something about seasons of spiritual warfare…beautiful, God. Thank you for just electrifying both of us. I love you.

Please, Father God, Let me be more Jesus and Less Carol. You heard all of our prayers today. So many prayers. 7.5 hours in your word and I still have group tonight. You amaze me and thrill me and I remain in perpetual tears in the best way. I love you more than my words can express.

Wow. Blown away with the fact I’ve been up 11 hours at 1:34. I was in Luke this morning, in prayer with Pammie Sue and even shared Godversation with B. Physically, I am doubled over and praying for some relief. Work and the FDA are stressful and I need to continually remind myself that God is in control, period.

Do people see mercy, justice and sacrificial giving in my life? Yes. I believe those are clear, though KL didn’t see the mercy with the last truth I shared with her.

Father God, please be with me and guide my heart and tongue. May I only speak to praise you or to reflect what the Holy Spirit convicts in my heart. I love you. I am so grateful for all the ways you are showing up and showing off.

I don’t even know the full meaning of the word. I woke in uncontrollable tears and anxiety and came straight downstairs for His Word to straighten me for the day.

Feeling obtuse, I flipped intentionally to the left. My heart softened over 1.5 hours of studying. I thought I would flip to the right to conclude my studying. To the right, I flipped. But, not far enough right to be in the New Testament. Instead, He stopped me where he had me the day Kristie Lynn was dying. Isaiah 9.

All I can do is pray for a good way to share hard truth. KL is a blatant reminder today, on what would have been her 36th birthday, that I don’t always share hard truths in the best way.

Father God, please guide my heart and my tongue. I am ever-so-grateful for you and for the word you delivered through Sister Darla yesterday. I love you, Lord. Please forgive my thoughtless words when I recognize them. I am truly sorry for the hurt I have caused and long to repent to your satisfaction. Please keep your hand on my husband, my children, Jason/Rachel, Tom/Marisa, my mom, Mike and all who desperately long to know you better, even if they don’t have the words. May we all know YOU better, Father God and seek to know and love you even better. In Jesus’ name, I pray.

Psalm 81:11 is where I flipped this afternoon. God let’s us continue in our stubbornness to bring us to our senses. Lord, please bring me back to mine. I do not want to feel hurt, betrayed and judged so harshly.

After such an emotionally and spiritually uplifting day yesterday, my brain was beat. This entire week has been filled with astounding peace amidst chaos. Mom had her surgery, my decade long friend died at the age of 35, my ex husband is playing games to delay mediation and work has been insanely busy for me. Still, God had me grounded in His Word and serving. All was good until this morning. I should have seen the cracks in my own armor and the door to anger and irritation wide open.

Without telling me in advance, my husband committed to working today. He told me this hurtful news in front of our friends and I was visibly ungrounded for a few minutes. I have literally asked for ONE thing and it was for last night/today to be committed to our friends. Instead of honoring this simple request, he made a decision to be completely opposite of what he knew was important to me. Wasted good food. Wasted my time and peace. I am hurt. I am trying to pray through it and get back to my peace.

Meant to post this yesterday—four hours of Godversation with Pam was beyond amazing.

This morning, I sent Pam Romans 8:26, as it popped up again. I was also in Romans 12. She is in the midst of a beautiful growth cycle and Baptism in the Holy Spirit was much of our talk tonight.

I was directed around 3:20-3:40 am to post words for my dearly departed Kristie Lynn. This morning, I learned she died at 3:30 am and it made perfect sense to me.

Thank you, Lord, for granting me a peaceful resolve to be kinder and even more loving, while remaining true to the woman you desire me to be. I love you.

Yes, Lord, show me where you want me.

Strange morning. I flipped three times. Two passages I had visited in the past two weeks. A great talk with my husband, followed by a God-directed conversation and prayer session with Pam. The eclipse occurred and then Mark and his dad both left to hit the road.