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?