Today held a few quiet challenges, the kind only a mother can experience or feel to this depth. I was grateful to wake up in my daughter’s home and be ready to go before her alarm sounded.
On the drive, she shared Labi Soffre’s work. i confess it makes my spirit growl to see “Demon Music” and it hurts my heart to learn he is an atheist. Yet, given his life, I also have some understanding. The song is beautiful and blessed my day, regardless.
Intercession is my kind of jam when it comes to prayer. And, yes, I have prayed more than once for the Holy Spirit to pierce his 80 year old mind with His Wisdom and desire to learn truth. 💜✝️💜

Back to my sweet girl. My daughter is beyond brave, brilliant and beautiful. She is a compassionate warrior—- I am excited for the day she sees herself as I do. She has no real concept of how amazing she truly is…YET. When it was time to leave to get to work —- I knew she would be okay. I also knew it would be a grand time to chit-chat with Jesus—-all the way down the interstate.
Thank God, I don’t have to hold my phone up to my ear for 45 minutes when it’s time to communicate. We are so blessed to have our own “soup cans”. If you didn’t grow up trying to talk through soup cans and strings, it’s ok. I promise, we can still be friends. It’s just the image which is called to heart in this moment. I must include the reference for reasons I don’t understand.

Our customers have known for a week that I would be delayed opening the store—-so I had peace about the drive time. What hasn’t fully processed is “Part II” or the folder of old blog posts, letters and poems tossed to my hands on my way to my daughters last night.
One blaring unprocessed fact- my dad’s cancer diagnosis was written about, along with the May 8 surgery date. Blogs about 8/8 and the impact of one weekend are all in this “forgotten wilderness”.
I shall blame menopause brain fog and simply praise God for bringing more truth to my heart.
The goal was to open by 1:00. I arrived at 1:11. As I walked in, I asked the Lord to please bless the business, despite the late start. I rarely ask for financial blessings. Today, I asked for something specific and it was delivered in the first three customers.
Of course, I am going to praise the One who holds everything together. Hallelujah!
I had barely turned off the alarm and turned on the lights when the TELEPHONE rang. Bless the telephone, indeed!!! Highly unusual for such a large sale to be phoned in and it immediately settled any unrest in my spirit.
And right at 1:21 —#ISWYDT— He sent us our first transaction of the day. Not only is it an exponentially larger sale than normal, it whispers “I really do have your back” to me.

Why? Because part of our chit-chat during the drive was all about MySpace friendships, the women who flew to TN for my 40th and the Beth Hart Lyric which connected us. It used a four letter word that most Christians would balk at.
The revelation getting here today was that many well-intentioned Christians truly damaged my spirit with their legalism and hypocrisy. I had to ask God to forgive them and to remove any trace of anything not of Him.
Anywho—-this all ties back to last Sunday’s message about Matthew 7:6 It is like He tied it all together for me on the road. I feel like I truly arrived in a different way today.
There is no other Master Servant than Jesus. The best I can do is to do EVERYTHING as unto the Lord. I am not a slave—-Jesus set me free and I cherish this freedom.
Curse no one. Bless everyone. Thats my job.
After a morning that pulled at my heart, that little numerical wink from heaven washed away any debris.
Thank you, Jesus, for getting me here safely and keeping me safe. I love you.






