Waterslides and Wonder

Meeting Marcus and Brad from Missouri was a blessing. The 120 bucks was a nice sale, yet the Godversation is the treasure. Marcus commented about how pleasant it was to just talk to another human. The topics changed and ultimately, he REALLY appreciated my stating the obvious about why race was a non-important factor in our Godversation.

Simply standing on a simple little truth burst the entire Godversation wide open. Thank you, Father God.

Suddenly, I am mentally and spiritually back in Judges 7 from this morning. I am pondering Gideon and how God moved through him.

Nikita is bringing me my “Welded Heart” today. Lord, may it make my heart dance to your beat and may the words out of my mouth praise and point to you.

Ok. I have returned after receiving this piece and I am struggling for words. Quickly, I see I didn’t finish typing my prayer out. Since everything I ask is always in the powerful name of Jesus, I don’t think it’s a prayer issue.

While I appreciate the craftsmanship and time spent, this is not anything like the welded heart I described to Nikita last month.

I wear a heart necklace and one of two crosses around my neck each day. The vision was a barbed wire looking heart with a cross rising out of it- similar to how I wear my necklaces. Part of the heart would appear extra protected and part would be open.

Tears traversed my face. I couldn’t understand them in the moment. In retrospect, I think I understand the source.

Like everything, He is the source. Duh! She could tell I wasn’t thrilled with her effort, despite my attempt to be gracious in disappointment. She was clear she had zero desire to keep it, as she is not a Christian. She refused to let me pay for it, too.

It makes me sad to hear someone say they literally do not know a single person who would appreciate a cross. She said she does not know any Christians. None. She was painfully clear on the point and it pained me.

I am reminded of all I have experienced with God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit since beginning this Daniel study on April 30.

So many God moves, it makes my head spin.

So much dross removed.

I am grateful.

Loving Enemies

There is a Jesus Calling devotional in our Master Closet and the long form tabletop version of Jesus Calling is in our kitchen.

I failed to read either at home today, as Mark and I were enjoying an in-depth chat about Psalm 143 and blessing our perceived enemies with prayer. I needed to get cleaned up and get to work

Much of what my husband said is in our Smyrna shop devotional Today’s message in One Minute with God 💜✝️💜.

Today, we was like an extra sweet hug from Jesus to read this devotional.

Rather than give life to a negative thought, I praise God for giving me the answer four days ago to stand on His Word this morning. Praise, praise and more praise!

I posted about Judas yesterday. This was a second post on my Facebook page :

I woke to this response and a heavy heart as a result.

It continued with my exact response from four days ago. Reading it now, again, I am convicted He gave me the answer in advance. What else could I have said other than what He clearly gave me?

Nathalie Anne , it’s okay if we disagree as humans. Please understand I am always going to defer to the example of our Savior, Jesus. We are all broken and all need a savior. Jesus was interceding for ALL of humanity on that cross.

Reading your prayer, I had no choice except to speak up for those you seemed to exclude. I didn’t realize just how intentional the exclusion until your response. Jesus is our eternal intercessor according to Romans 8:34 and Hebrews 7:25.

Reading your comment this morning, there isn’t a better, shorter or different response. I have no scales of bad or good people. I am grateful to know The One who owns the scales of justice. He is clear to pray for our enemies, too.

Nathalie, bad fathers are not going to begin their “good arc” without God. So, yes, I will continue to pray for ALL parents to be compelled to know better, do better and be better. I will also pray for all single people the same. I will pray for addicts to meet Jesus and to be delivered from addiction in all its forms. The list is endless and always inclusive.

Praying for all who love Jesus to reveal that love in truth and action. 💜✝️💜

I love you, too.

Thank you, Father God, for the comfort and peace today. Thank you for reminding me of big truths in small ways, too. I love seeking you in everything.

Do Not Grow Weary

While not exclusive to the murder of Charlie Kirk yesterday, my heart has been heavy. The world can feel violent, chaotic, and exhausting. Sometimes it is tempting to look away completely, or to let weariness settle in like a fog. But Scripture reminds us again and again that even in the darkest times, we are called to keep pressing forward in goodness.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9). This verse has been mine for decades after being dubbed a Blonde Polish Chick by an NFL Coach in Chicago.

I hear that and think — it isn’t a call to ignore the pain. It’s an invitation to remember that our labor, our small daily choices to love and to serve, are never wasted. The harvest may not come today, but it will come.

Paul echoed this in his letter to the Thessalonians: “Never tire of doing what is good.” (2 Thessalonians 3:13) And Hebrews reminds us to look to Jesus: “Consider Him who endured such opposition, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” (Hebrews 12:3).

And here’s the hope that carries me: we are not meant to do this in our own strength. “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and He helps me.” (Psalm 28:7) “The Lord is my strength and my song; He has given me victory.” (Exodus 15:2) “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1).

The truth is, God knows we get tired. He promises to renew us: “Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles… they will run and not grow weary.” (Isaiah 40:31).

So today, instead of letting my heart sink, I choose to lift my eyes. I choose to trust that love still matters, kindness still heals, and faith still carries us through. We may grow tired, but with Him we do not grow weary. In due season, in His Timing, there will be a harvest. 💜✝️💜

Tears for Jesus

We woke early and listened to this message together. It actually was used beautifully by the Holy Spirit for a wonderful Godversation with my husband about forgiveness. As we heard, it MUST COST. I could not help but cry to imagine my savior on that cross.

I organized my office, the storage area and the island at the shop today. Plus, I was blessed with a late visit from JoJo. it was a hugely productive day, except I am just now realizing I failed to send Susan a certain video for her edification. Lord, I trust of It was not sent today, it was not meant to be. Please correct me if I am wrong.

Today was extra blessed with the prayer from Super Starr. Thank you, Father God, for all the bathroom buddies you send me. I love you.

Oh, how I adore ALL of YOUR STARS

Moosh Pot Monday

Wowza. I will come back with a memory snap for all that has been done on August 4 in years prior. I guess I can’t 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 “muzzling” 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. It’s super cool to me how Jesus uses music to “dance with me”.

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 “every nudge” 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 …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 “pear” 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. “”APPEAR ”not “A-PEAR” is in inside joke no one else may ever understand. That’s ok. Most of what’s 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 “missed tag” 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. 🤣. 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 “C&C Music Factory”.

Oddly nudged to changed my cross today. It is difficult for even Mark to put it on me. I don’t know how He works such details with my hands, but I had no issue being obedient to that call

August First: Let it Begin

NINE Highlights
Sanctified Super Starr

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 “bad news” 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!!!

Letter to Mamaw

Happy “non-100th” Birthday, Mamaw!

I drove by Tallent Drugs and imagined your time there in McCaysville this past weekend. It blows my mind that they have served the Copper Hill area since the 1920s! Praise God, they survived the Great Depression and the gargantuan struggles Georgia faced with boll weevils decimating the cotton industry.

Mom was spot-on about the importance of understanding history in context. You know God gave me my wonderful mom through you for His Good Purpose.

Your birthday is the perfect time for an exponentially long love letter! This will be Part I.

The quality time alone at the bridge dedicated to your Chief (and daddy) William T “Boss” Mull will become part of another book in the next 100 Days. Since compiling the Family Book 2.5 years ago, there have been babies, weddings, and a profoundly beautiful funeral for Marie.

For such a last-minute trip, I was blessed to spend time with Don, Marcia, and Johnny. I know you loved them and would have enjoyed the banter, laughter and of course, their spouses Betweeen the beauty, birdies and time on the water , I was turning cartwheels in my heart, before even getting to The Octogon! Oh, how you showed up in spirit We all love you. You were always beloved and remain so 💜✝️💜

If there is a next generation, the truth must be preserved. My personal “Ruby of the Day” was John 17 today. What a sweet and perfectly timed lesson on divining rods, dreams and deliverance.

It made me wonder if everyone “gets the memo” in Heaven about miracles as they happen. What qualifies as “news” or important info to share? What a fun question for me to ask The Boss’ Boss, too!!! Of course, I want to learn how Heaven’s “Not-a-jumbotron” message delivery system works.

Being with Jesus, you may or may not know about all “our Mull” Miracles in this generation. As much as I miss you and love Jesus, I am in no hurry to get that answer. 😜

God is still in the healing business, and that would be a ton of info. It makes my human brain hurt. Either way, please hug Jesus (for me) for the extra sweet teaching today. I am convinced the Mull Choir interceded with “Jesus & Georgia” for Johnny’s Miracle Healing.

Our Mull Family Tree

Finished the John 17 study and found the original video proving Johnny was released after those 94 days of COVID on a Thursday, January 14, 2021.

Scearce -Georgia Police Chief Confirmation

Divine humor is the best, of course! Chattanooga Friday traffic and January 15 were both “extra crowded”!!! So glad I shared “Aleen making the case to the Good Lord” with Johnny and Brenda on Sunday. There is no denying God’s timing was perfect…regardless of which side of Heaven was praying for Johnny Scearces’ miracle healing! James 1:17 remains Golden Truth.

Waking up from the dream of being in your kitchen and hearing Reba was confusing. Reba wasn’t popular in your lifetime like she is today. Most of my dreams are actual memories being replayed. I was grateful to be off work today to “pray and write it out”.

Message me or comment if you want to read the second part. It’s all about a dream God gave me with a certain country song made popular 35 years ago….and how it could not have been mistake 💜✝️💜

Sex Mystery Part 2

Wowza. I could write so many things which would not be received well. What I will say in response is that at 57, peri-menopause- post menopause is just a ton of syllables for one. Hell.

Hell on earth for most women But, a bearable and redeemable hell. 🤣🤣🤣 For any married couple, I would strongly encourage listening to this series. Just listen to what God says in His Word and understand the lens needs to be expanded from whatever we were taught or experienced before marriage. It’s on point, no doubt.

Going on a cruise in three weeks and I would prefer to not worry about sunscreen. My husband recommended these sun shirts and I dig the idea.

We were both a bit shocked with how big the medium was on me yesterday. God blessed me with a husband who truly wants the best for me. He took his time “off” this morning to return to Sam’s or Costco to snag this one.

Thank you, Father God, for the ways you are clearly answering so many prayers. Please keep me vigilant and on guard. I love you. In Jesus powerful name, amen.

Tuesday the 22nd

There is s a time to slow down and I am finally learning that lesson for the sake of those i love. For me to make effective changes, Quality Jesus Time is necessary. My home was incredibly peace-filled with my QTJ and the steam cleaning the upstairs. My evening with my husband was so sweet and lovely because I was nudged to intentionally save that energy. Turns out, foot rubs can really warm up frozen toes and human hearts. What another humbling lesson for me to just let Jesus lead me in everything in blind obedience.

It was a much slower “day off” for me, especially considering I was blessed with an empty house for the first time in five weeks. Normally, I would have gone “ninety to nothing”. Fun times, seriously! I could have cleaned out the entire bonus room if my left hamstring wasn’t being a bit of a wanker. I just knew that if I did everything I wanted to do, my energy would not be right when Mark arrived home. We have our Small Group tomorrow night and the last thing I needed to do was “over-do” anything.

Just me and Jesus, His Word, catching up on the phone and doing some steam cleaning. The biggest thing on my personal page was sharing Sweet Pea Salón Suites. Lord, please forgive the disappointment I felt in my heart that their church has somehow forgotten how to Love You and Love People. It is not my place to judge. I know better. You also know exactly what it hurt my heart to be the third person to like her new business page. Not a single member of the church, many of whom are clients, shared a single post from her new business. Thank you for listening to me beg for our mutual helper to “get poking” . 💜✝️💜.

Forgive me, Lord. I know they all adore her and her entire family. Please show me which beauty industry friends and customers I know who may benefit from the August 1 open house.

Looking at old photos today was very grounding for me. It’s a fun little part of how the Holy Spirit teaches me things. In this photo, my kiddos are on the left and I am seven in the photo on the right. old. My daughter is my mini-me in countless ways. She is even more exceptional in her differences. It’s sublime to be so understood on a deeper level than most parents by both of my children, in different ways. Grateful doesn’t scratch the surface!

Thank you, God, for the bajillion-plus time, for my children. Thank you for making it clear that I have never idolized them; I have always idolized YOU for giving me babies when doctors said it was so unlikely. My kiddos have always been Jesus to me. “Seek Sunshine” came from his lips first and Sunshine was her Fifth Word. +squee* I love you so much. 💜✝️💜

I could hear Morgan at seven with all her Sass. I wrote down many of the amazing things they did and said as toddlers and elementary school age back on MySpace 2004-2009. Fun expressions, outrageous humor and stupendous heart were evident to every person who ever met them. Some of those expressions replayed looking at the photos.

Only the Holy Spirit can retrieve post menopausal long term memories. 🤣. Thank you, Father God, for the tremendous joy and peace in my heart.

With it vividly replaying again as I type this, may I remember the innocence once again restored today on my spirit.

Yes, Lord. Thank you for reminding me of why you want us to love like children.

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It’s kinda cute to me how after the big surges with the Holy Spirit, time is spent learning why and how so many things are interconnected. Oh, how I treasure my children ! However, it was made clear to me I have not idolized them. I have always, always, ALWAYS idolized only the Master of the Universe. There is no name higher than Jesus.

I also came across some photos of my bestie on the day Junior was born. 💜✝️💜. I can’t share a picture of my biggest Bible notes for the day because I wrote my besties new address, effective August 1, smack dab in the middle of the page. The stand out was Mary not belittling the gifts God gave her and how we should never belittle the same.

What stood out on our “Catch up call” was how Casey described the process of getting ready to move. “It has been good…but, it has been ALOT”. How apropos 💜✝️💜

Thank you, Lord, for all you have done, are doing and will do. I love you so very much.

Monday Miracles

Wowza! What an amazing day. It seems the devotionals in my prayer closet, by my kitchen sink and the one at the Smyrna Shop are all working together in beautiful ways. This morning, I was nudged HARD to text the father of the kids in need of educational funding, to ensure we did not step out of line in any way. By all accounts, I thought I would have heard something by now. So, I texted that there was 4K ready for distribution, but we wanted to do it whatever way works best for them.

The next customer in was Mister Troy and we had an amazing Godversation. Learning about his intermittent fasting led to Jesus Jug talk. Ultimately, learned how he bought his cross the day before they were scheduled for invitro fertilization and learned she was pregnant. What a wonderful testimony! He is excited to return for more Godversations.

Almost immediately, the father called me instead of texting a reply. I knew God would be in that conversation. As it turned out, the meeting with the school was postponed more than once last week. He had just received an email this very morning asking for a meeting at 2 pm today! Long story short, we took the opportunity to pray over the meeting, for obstacles to be removed and for God to get all the glory. I immediately spoke with my husband and we prayed similar in confirmation. When the meeting concluded, he was in the shop telling me the REDUCED NEED of 22K down to about 10K! Praise God, indeed! Moreover, this was very faith-affirming for his beautiful bride, Amber.

As he purchased his items and was leaving, Amber texted about the tuition being paid early. Within another hour, he was back with his wife and all three girls. Oh, how they stole my heart. Of course, I did a cartwheel for them. “Big Brooke” broke into the biggest smile imaginable! Afterward, Sweet Bianca spent a few hours visiting. I just feel overwhelmingly blessed and grateful. Thank you, Lord.