Thank you, Father God, for the sweet rest for five hours. I so appreciate the nudges to be silent, when appropriate. Thank you for waking me before such an early alarm! Thank you for all my friends, especially Joyce for visiting two days ago, Super Starr, Futina (π) and JoJo for taking us all to the airport at six a.m.
How do I begin to express the depth of my gratitude for what you gave me on the airplane? You are the Master of the Universe and you touch me on the most profound levels of my being. You pull strings amd orchestrate so many details surely intended to awe me daily. On the plane, it was being nudged to read the opening of the book and the first chapter.
WOWZA. πβοΈπ
First Chapter Zephaniah 3:17Oh, the lullabies you have given me! I see What You did there π€£Beef carpaccio β¦I SWYDTT!!! πβοΈπCharred Brussels, asparagus, broccolini, goat cheese and more Signing off for now
We had a lovely lunch at North Italia. Walking back, there was the most gorgeous large dog in a young manβs lap at a bar. The dog was reddish and only four months old.! The dogs name was Gigi. I was not meant to get a photo, itβs really rather sweet how the puppy was given to me. π.
In many ways, I am on my fourth month of life. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Holy Spirit and thank you. Father God.
You know all my prayers and I trust your timing. Thank you for commanding this restful vacation. I love you with every nano particle of my being.
Wowza. I will come back with a memory snap for all that has been done on August 4 in years prior. I guess I canβt be surprised anymore when scripture I deep dive one day shows up the next day in memories from seven years ago. Happy tears greeted my day and it was beautiful to share them, in detail, with my husband.
The biggest message screaming off the page was about βmuzzlingβ and how Jesus did not defend himself at Calvary.
Big Daddy Weave played on the car through my iTunes and I will need to watch some of those videos to figure out what it is I am to write down. Itβs super cool to me how Jesus uses music to βdance with meβ.
For now, I am being nudged to ensure this prayer gets posted before 10:30 in the morning. Hard nudge. Powerful nudge.
I can not recall the last day I was compelled to post something in My God Room so quickly upon opening the shop. I think it was the day my helper asked me to jot down βevery nudgeβ and give every customer a nickname. That could have began a year ago or six months ago. Time is warped and so many messages repeat themselves like a melodic chorus. A
Apparently β¦I see what YOU did there, Father God.
New Tshirt yesterday
This green top was 12.99- 13 bucks. I knew it was the most cost-efficient way to give these βpearβ britches a good switch up when we go on our cruise on two weeks.
Mark took all the tags off my new bras and such last night. ββAPPEAR βnot βA-PEARβ is in inside joke no one else may ever understand. Thatβs ok. Most of whatβs written here is just me sharing Godversation of various varieties. My journal, in many ways, dedicated to Jesus. It is all testimony to His Goodness.
It humbled me to ask my husband, AGAIN, to take the βmissed tagβ off for me. Granted, he offered and did it with joy last night. He loves taking good care of me. Without my glasses on, I have no business dealing with scissors. π€£. The tag name was a second inside joke and I asked him to leave the tag on the counter. In fact, I posted it on FB around July 5, because it was in relation to βC&C Music Factoryβ.
Oddly nudged to changed my cross today. It is difficult for even Mark to put it on me. I donβt know how He works such details with my hands, but I had no issue being obedient to that call
Lord, thank you for all you have done, are doing and will do. I am yours. I love you beyond all the words and beyond this world. You are working mighty wonders and removing obstacles like this one in such beautiful ways.
Thank you for sending Allan to the shop yesterday. Bless him immeasurably more for making it possible to keep the shop open the week we are out of town. When Mark shared the βbad newsβ of not being able to use the flyers, I was thrilled to learn WHY! Talk about more Divine Protection! We have coverage at both shops and two adults in our home while we vacation. Praise, praise and more praise!!!
Because these women know I have written this exact text to them today and understand the purpose behind it, I am free to use their given names.
This was a simple text to Miss Eva this morning, sharing the products added from Miss Lindaβs business. Her response was used mightily today! #WOJOY is my favorite new acronym. πβοΈπ
Sent just after 11 am.
It still needs to be βcleaned upβ to make it read βcleanβ to others. I am NOT sharing Lindaβs beautiful and extensive responses. They are, however, confirmation of everything God put on my heart. it took four plus hours to rewrite and send to Linda and Eva. Itβs now 8:42 pm, my hubby is soon to be out of the tub.
Obedience requires I share what the Holy Spirit ensured I wrote down today.
Linda, yay for the prices all being accurate! Super excited to share all your goodies and get more sold for you. I believe God has big things planned for you, Eva and myself to do together. No clue what those things may be, only that it would be a sin for me to not write it down the best I can. Lord, please help this flow in a way which makes sense to all three of us and honors YOU at every turn.
No rush or long response required. I do have one simple question at the very endβ¦how should I refer to your late husband?
First things first, I praise God for gentle corrections, along with everything else. I see now why my excited utterances to Eva could not be sent to her three- plus hours ago. I was meant to wrestle with it for hours and be gently corrected by my First Husband. It was meant to be that I send it to you at the same time.
Now that we’ve established it takes me a long time to process awesomeness, I must write out a Godversation which includes your husband, Linda. You are ONE in my heart and I don’t even know the name you called him. I flipped to Psalm 65-66 this morning and fireworks ensued! .
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The first thing I did after studying commentaries on Psalm 65 and 66 was to add 11 categories of products for Parham Farms. I shared the excitement with Eva and the same screenshot my husband sent you, Linda.
Eva texted something about our hearts for widows and orphans. I am certain we touched on the “widows and orphans theme”, last night, Linda. Eva and I have gone deep diving into the topic together. You are the first “technically a widow” person to have products in our shop. The Holy Spirit loves to teach me things through His People and I’ve learned a ton from you both already! Thank you, both.
As one does, I like to give nicknames to make things clear. Instead of explaining a thousand times what I mean by #WOJOY, explaining it once where we are on the same page is ideal. Lots of words to start, but far less words later.
At the heart, #WOJOY is about the joy which comes from the only religion God finds worthyβ¦that which serves widows and orphans of many varieties. know I did not get into #WOJOY with either of you yet. How ? Eva’s text was the catalyst God used to put #WOJOY on my heart and WO(E) to anyone who chooses to not hear or see or causes any little one to stumble. #WOJOY was born today into our first mutual Godversation. When God gives me a word, I must share it. πβοΈπ
So, #WOJOY is ablaze from Eva’s sweet text. Instantly, I googled, ” survived by Linda Parham” to learn your husband’s name. Powerful. My mamaw was 55 when she died, but it was 44 years ago this past May 8. Your husband would have been 44 this yearβ¦.
May 8-July 8β¦Eva has heard countless God Moves Between May 8 and July 8. The Holy Spirit loves to give me “bookends” to remember what He has done.
I was shocked I did not ask his name yesterday- but we also had tons of stuff to go through and so forth. Make sense? But I don’t know if you called him Matthew, Matt, Keith or something else. So, please do share the best way for me to refer to your love. Feel free to talk about him and your favorite things that you miss. Like which was his favorite jelly? π
Weird or notβ¦odd or God as our Eva says- the insta nudge obit said he passed June 30. My sister just celebrated her 60th June 30 and there are other powerful God stories tied to June 30. But I couldn’t send the message because it felt too long. lol. A lot like this one to you, NOW. π€£
I was writing Eva a novel about the connections – and how I did not know what you called him. Matt, Matthew or Keith. It’s been hours and how every obit says June 28.
Today, I guess I need confirmation as to which date he passed and what name you most often called him. More specifically, what name would you like for me to call him?
Confirmation she called him Matt and he passed on June 28, not the June 30 date first returned to me.
Thank you, Father God, for constantly showing up and showing off for me. Thank you for slowing me down and teaching me so much through ββall my girlsβ.
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 βJesus postsβ 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 βuseless tearsβ 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 husbandβs 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 Soulβs 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. Itβs a lesson and spiritual marker to remember where His Spur hits,
I feel that βgiddy upβ differently now. I canβt even type βgiddy upβ without remembering all God did throughout 2023 and Italy with horses!
He has ever-so-fervently told me, βI AM a Jesus Cheerleader and He is Mineβ. 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 πβοΈπ
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 1980βs. 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 pastorβs tragic circumstances and the beautiful way they honor βdollarβ multiplication, Gods Way. God bless Andy, too. πβοΈπ
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!!!
Itβs 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?
Thank you, Father God. Thank you for waking me before the sun with your Son. I love you.
The lesson we listened to blew both of us away this morning. my handwritten notes are extensive and quite frankly, too much to expand upon at this moment.
Iris Global Green Room is calling me. Excited to answer!
The extended pantry/lab was completely organized and I weeded the front flower beds after we delivered the triple dresser to the shop. I snapped a pic of the devotional and had to say, βI see what you did thereβ!
The last scripture is the scripture put on my heart yesterday. I love how Jesus leads me, step by step.
I cooked, cleaned and even cleaned out and sanitized three aerogardens. It was simply a beautifully productive (yet relaxing for me) day.
Weeding the beds with Jesus is not work. Praise God, the ugliness of my argument with my son was resolved. He now understands he is interrupting βmy spiritual setβ, and understands how much it would unsettle him if I interrupted his gym set βflowβ.
Lord, please do demonstrate your hand on my life to my son. Help him to have eyes to see and ears to hear. Help is such a good young man and I know how much he must surely miss Jesus.
Loved this version of Megan Woods singing The Truth.
Grateful to get the nudge to leave the shop until tomorrow and just enjoy getting out home back to proper order.
Eight years ago, I shared this to Facebook on this very day. Since my heart is bubbling over with happy tearsβ¦need to ensure this is secured in My God Room.
Yessir, I see what you did there. You had me crying happy tears so hard because of all you have done for us since May 8, 2025. I love you with all I am or will ever be.
Daddy,
For Father’s Day, I pulled out the poem I wrote you for your 50th Birthday. I pondered where it was displayed near Army, Vietnam and even Steeler memorabilia. Your football and movie watching room reflected your own balance of strength and gentleness. It just overwhelmed me this morning that you had three stanzas from my heart hanging in your line of sight for almost 15 years. I thought I was being overly emotional, but it all came into focus during some quiet/prayer time.
Don’t know if it was “Oscar” gut instinct or divine guidance, but I pulled up the Obit from a Friend that was posted in The Leaf Chronicle when you died. Yes, it made me miss you all the more, for a few minutes. Still, I had to smile to see some similarities between the Obit from a Friend and my poem to you almost 15 years prior:
Introspective, check. Stubborn, intelligent, disciplined, triple check. Emotional competence, strength and character for another hat trick.
The same core truth echoed in both. I smiled because of other truths, as well. They may fill a book someday. For now, on this Father’s Day, I want to share what you managed to teach me on my 8th Father’s Day without you.
Daddy, as a 49 year old parent, I re-read every word of that poem. I considered how I feel when my own kids write me such heart-felt letters. Overwhelmed. Then, I let all the similarities fade into the background. There was a particularly blinding nugget of glorious truth in the first stanza. Feared. Past tense.
I still remember walking into your kitchen almost 23 years ago to celebrate your 50th. I remember thinking on the drive from Nashville of all the snarky things you or my sisters could say when I gave you a framed poem. Oh, how I miss your sarcasm! More importantly, I remember telling you it didn’t matter what you did with the gift and I surely didn’t expect you to hang it up. I just knew I had to speak the truth in my heart to you through those three stanzas. Quite frankly, I was surprised it didn’t end up in the closet with your record collection. I never expected it would be displayed with other precious memorabilia.
Maybe it hung in your line of sight because it was written truth. Maybe it inspired you to write your own truth on all those letters to the editor in years following. Maybe it was there because it brought you joy to know I had grown through my fear. As a parent, that’s a biggie. Maybe it was there because it acknowledged something wonderful about you that you desired to “hear” daily. No doubt, it was there for reasons I will never understand. I am just humbled and honored that it hung for any reason.
Today, the gift from you to me is a reminder of the power and beauty in written truth. It isn’t always sweet, sometimes it is salty. It’s always truth and there is beauty and power in it if you look hard enough. Thank you for leading by example in ways you never knew on earth.
My hope is you knew, unequivocally, the profound influence you had in my life. I honor it and you, daily. I pray you are so joyous in heaven that this letter isn’t even on your radar. Regardless, for Father’s Day, it only seemed appropriate to write it all out, Oscar style.
Lord, thank you for all of it. Every little detail. prison ministries. Recovery. Compassion. I legit donβt deserve it and yet you pour out the vase of this 13 years at old child in the form of a 57 year old woman!
Forever blessed to be a special kid in your way.
Elsbeth kinda vibe. Powerful Godversation day with JackieTerrie loves Jesus so much ! Paul. Paul. Paul. IanChristine prayed over me after the vomit session. πβοΈπBack of Ianβs shirt. Recovery was post yesterday πβοΈπWades shirt. Again, recovery! Ravi
For now, I close with humility and a few happy tears
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Always I come to you in Thanksgiving and utter gratitude. I have not broken my fast since 7 something last night. I am only hungry for more of you and your Word. What you gave me in Psalm 91:11 for The Peterson Family and Numbers today caused me to cry enough to lose 1.6 pounds based on todayβs time stamps. I am exhausted and will need to edit this post later.
First, and always first, your word. My daily bread.
Thank you for all the new ways you have amped up my spiritual armor and physical health. Ninety pounds off my knees and hips is a huge blessing. Thanks, again. Please help me heal my painful coccyx. Show me the source. Lord, psalm 103 πβοΈπ.
The movement on the scale today was funny because of what i shared with Mark before the photo. π€£ Divine humor is a integral to my relationship with Jesus.
Why me? Oh, how you use me in such creative ways! Breakthrough is beyond beautiful! Every time I see the Better Business Bureau or any variety of β3Bβsβ, please bring me back to May 8, 2025 and replay the last 30 days for me! Please help me write the testimony you planted in my heart.
Each action to seek you in obedience has been stitched together in a way only THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE could design. Every little detail perfectly connected in this community you gave us nearly a dozen years ago. I know we have a ton of work ahead and rest is mandatory. I love you.
My God Room 