Obedience isn’t pretty. Lots of visits and phone calls
Especially grateful to ATL Jeremy (Rivas), Mela & Bailey, Jason and Jenn for sharing my “GLASS-BOO BOO” simplicity.
Bounty
Gods Clock
You might want to check it
Truth and action
Elysian closes at 7. God wanted my hands cleaned after a very hard day. Praise God. Thank you, Jesus.
7-7-25 Wowza
I am speechless, what else can I say?
Terrance is my brother from another mother.
Thank you, Jesus. May we ALL be healed in your mighty name. Amen.
Peace
Weird , right? On my nightstand. My birthday was six months ago
Just got home from my daughters. Much to write but not tonight. Says the boss. ☮️☮️
I love you. Please answer the latest prayer from our marital bed. I felt your power. Please keep my tongue bound. I love you.
Let it Begin. I hear you loud and clear. Write it out at work tomorrow. I love YOU More!
More. Out loud. Love. Always.
You win. You always do. Praise God. 💕🙌💕🙌💕
Godly Glitches
Very late to my daughter’s home. Lots and lots of f glitches today …
Too much to process.
Exhausted. Sleeping with my precious hearted girl will be quasi-heavenly. Thank you, God. 💜✝️💜
Bunnies for Jenia and Beverly.
It took twice as long to drive the distance through many Godly Glitches. Notable, Mark and I were on phone and he knows drive times. I did NOT rush (✝️) and I Listened to you play music for me through my car, from my I phone, while recording video
Morgan does not understand, yet, and I trust you to teach her. You are the One True God. You have all.the.names.
Follow Jesus’ example and forget how man has distorted your word and spirit. Of course we were going to mess it up. We are human. But there is only peace, abundant joy and laughter to THIS MAGNITUDE with your SonShine. 💜✝️💜
Thank you for letting me share the song YOU USED by Beth Hart to bring so many of your daughters and sons together. I was ready to sleep and Morgan lovingly put these bunny ears on my head and removed my makeup. She was “Mama C” and inspired to take this photo. 😂
God bless my Chrissie and thank you for teaching me your language. You want us to be our unique and individual selves. If the only feeling or thought I have when I sing or speak the words (granted, rare) “I’d rather be a fuck up than a fake”. After nearly being asleep, Mama Carol had to make sure her sweet girl ate dinner. She is like me and had to clean her kitchen before eating. Thank you, Lord. I see.
You used Beth Hart , via Chrissie, to bring me back to YOU.
I love you. Going back to sleep. Please, please, PLEASE take me to the little patch of land you have set apart for me. It’s my favorite place.
Fourth of July Freedom
Listen. Linger Love. Check, Check, Check! ✅
I thought I would sleep quite late today. I was wrong. When the spirit guided me to the bathroom in the wee hours, I was guided to my memories on this day.
Becoming more intentional at reviewing something as simple as Facebook Memories has proven to be a blessing. I get to see all the “Jesus posts” of the past and praise God for all the ways He intentionally decided to grow me. I see old friends and recall those lessons and laughter, as well.
Floodgates. Again. Rushing waters representing the power of every genuine tear shed for loving Jesus and others as I do. It felt like I was being shown my “useless tears” fit in a shot glass. Shot glasses and streams are be beyond beautiful .
Everything you do in my life is beautiful, Jesus. Thank you! #ISWYDT
Anywho, one of the old memories is tied to one of my husband’s friends, Jared. Mark met him just prior to High School, To be clear, I have never met Jared. Still, he left a comment THIRTEEN YEARS ago on a music post about Collective Soul’s song called SHINE.
His old comment spurred the Spirit into action. Jesus has been carving out a sacred Fifth Quadrant in my Heart for the past three years. It’s a lesson and spiritual marker to remember where His Spur hits,
I feel that “giddy up” differently now. I can’t even type “giddy up” without remembering all God did throughout 2023 and Italy with horses!
He has ever-so-fervently told me, “I AM a Jesus Cheerleader and He is Mine”. Given that spirit and conviction, obedience required me to send a voice mail to 100 people. The voice mail message I was directed to share confused almost everyone. Regardless, it was a really interesting lesson on many levels.
The voice mail did not confuse My Roxann. In fact, she said in a responding voice mail that she sensed the message may have been for her. Her last name should begin with Summer and not Winter, as she is a ray of pure Sonshine.
Thank you, Jesus 💜✝️💜
Keeping it simple because the beauty and power felt on this day could never be put into words. It will always be best to remember the excitement in her voice message and to picture me chatting with my sister in Christ in our Master Bedroom.
We got downright GIDDY TOGETHER. The closest parallel is how it felt to get phone time back in the 1980’s. I literally felt like a thirteen year old talking to my bestie in the 7th.
This post is more than enough to bring the day back to remember His Hand on all of it. Right down to her pastor’s tragic circumstances and the beautiful way they honor “dollar” multiplication, Gods Way. God bless Andy, too. 💜✝️💜
Roxann and I met in Montepulciano nearly two years ago and have been Facebook Friends ever since. Miss RoxAnn is decades older than myself and yet we felt the same age on the phone. Oh, how I adore her precious heart!
We were both His Kiddos on the phone and it was glorious, indeed!!!
It’s rather perfect He sent me the absolutely most firecracker worthy Godversation possible on the Fourth of July. Only God. Only the Master of the Universe.
Oh, Sweet Jesus, how could I ever praise you enough?
Trinity of Hope
I want to move slowly, Father God. It’s been nine years posting in obedience when the spirit leads me. I am now seeing new things from your perspective and it is a ton to process. Thank you for the glitch and sending me yet another new song for my “Slowing Season”.
Why a Godly Glitch? Does your iTunes account leave the album you have chosen to play from an artist and then give you a song from the previous album?
I intentionally played “Fruit Takes Time” when I got off the phone with my husband. I had zero clues it was already 9:20 and I only had 25 minutes to wash my face, get dressed, brush my hair, etc.
Your divine humor really is all that and a bag of chips. You surged enough energy for an entire 7th grade classroom into the body of a 57 year old woman on May 8, 2025. The cartwheels the past three days have been the cherry on the top of your Heavenly Sundae 💜✝️💜
You have shown me my tiny amount of “bad tears” versus a powerful rushing stream of “good tears”. I feel my roots spreading and it’s going so much faster than I can describe.
Still, you know. Yada yada.
Today, you have given me so much to process, it seems pictures will tell the “nutshell” highlights.
Sweet Savannah shared so vulnerably with me about several topics. It was such a precious time for me getting to know her better. I want to feed her dinner at our home and play with their daughter. Her MIL name caused me to ask a question. A simple one- what was her MIL’s first name?
I shared the song given to me Monday morning on my way to work. Again, how in the heck does my iTunes play through my phone to my car, all while allowing me to video myself hundreds of times the past year or two.
More to be added. So very sleepy after staying at the shop am extra 90 minutes with Miss BBW” Blake Dynasty”. I can not use her given name as it is unique and would identify her. The only names I use are those who are in agreement. How she ended up there at 8:15 and everything which followed is worthy of five posts to break it down.
Rachel was such a blessing to me today. I had promised a customer I would personally deliver his order after the shop closed. in the moment Dynasty left, I was gathering my things and was nudged to ask Rachel for help in retrieving what I needed to honor my word more timely. A delivery after 10 pm was God’s Timing.
Based on the timestamp, I should have been home at 10:30. That was not Gods Timing. It was closer to 11:44 pm.
My car is being glitchy and Instead of fear, I called Mark and shared the reality of my Ford Edge’s behavior. 🤣. Somehow, the accident didn’t leave a mark on my passenger seat side. Thank you, Jesus, for every little detail not included. Thank you for the sweet way Mark immediately prayed over me and the peace which flooded my heart!!!! Thank you for your impeccable timing!!
Blake was starving and came to the kitchen when I finally made it home around 11:39-44.
Keep breaking me, Jesus. I dig how you are putting me back together. I love you.
💜✝️💜
Lynne Van Atta
Oh how I love Lynne and her family.
Listening to SEU Worship with my husband is healing.
Fruit takes time and Dwelling are embedded in the spirit. Anointed.
Obedience means I was ready to sleep at 10:23. I was up at 4 and ran all day long.
Beyond blessed to have special dinner which can be written about tomorrow.
I poured out. The spirit jolted me awake to message Lynne.
Obedience is my KET to the CROSS. I love you so much, Jesus. Praise Yahweh! 💜✝️💜
Drowning in Joy!
Thank you, Lord! Wow. You literally use every little thing and make it be used for your good purposes. I see why you took me here to 2 COR super early.
After the disappointing hurt of a certain situation last week, this text has lifted not only myself, but my husband. Thank you, again, Jesus!
Leaving this here in My GodRoom for posterity.
For funsies, I don’t recall mentioning it in recent days, but NINE years ago, this photo was posted after Vans Warped Tour. As I opened the shop, the one song which will forever be a song between my daughter and I began to play and I was immediately transformed. I sent to her and was nudged to share the silliness to FB, too.
I see my Jesus with me and pray others only see the Jesus in me. He is all that is good or wonderful about me. Only Jesus.
My God Room 