Missing the Farm/ Home

When I think of home, it is the farm and church in Buchanan, Michigan. Sure, I was in the trailer park until I was 9, but we were at the farm a lot and I always felt the most normal and relaxed there. I hung out with the black lab Sheba. We ran through the fields. I climbed on the farm equipment and sat in the tires about 3-4 times my size. The smell of dirt calms my soul to this day. A hard days work makes dinner taste so much better, and we had great cooks in our family. Bad cooks and non-singers need not apply in our family. And if we weren’t at the farm or suffering through school (just because I aced everything never meant I liked it, I was just ambitious), we were at church. Yes, I spent a lot of time with Shawny and Jody (before we lost her), my best friends, and riding on bikes. But we were at church every Sunday morning and evening and Wednesday night and for every single event they had otherwise. Best people in the world!

My heart is still there and I am itching to get back there something fierce- to visit or live, makes no difference to me at this point. But if God pulls us out of here before that can happen, that is even better because I know my forever home is always with Jesus and it could not.be better to be where He is physically and not just spiritually. 😄❤

Humble Faith is Our Greatest Asset

There is no stronger, more powerful person in the world than a humble, faith-filled person with a relationship with God, saved by Jesus Christ and filled with the Holy Spirit. This is truth and the reason is that when this happens, God in His amazing power and abilities can flow through that person to accomplis anything real or imagined that God desires. ❤

God as Creator

I am amazed when I contemplate how God made everything. It is fascinating and thought-provoking, including awe-inspiring. “In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.” (Genesis 1:1) He made the sky/atmosphere and earth and made light and darkness on day 1, before he made the sun (not until day 4). In fact, He created plants (day 3) before the sun (day 4). I imagine He wanted to emphasize that He breathes life and creates life as opposed to life being dependent on the sun. This reaffirms that God is all we need even when this earth is no more and He transports our soul and spirit to heaven. What a wonderful, comforting truth. I love that He loves us so much to even give us this affirmation. God is such a mighty Creator! I love pondering Him and His masterful work!❤❤❤

Eventful Day Blessing

So, today was very eventful. I am on my 6th day fasting and was feeling very tired and a bit lethargic, hard to get up in the morning. Once I did, I walked thr dog on a long walk (about a mile), helped work on paneling the studio with poly wall sheets, swept and mopped and caulked my mom’s house, touched up some knicks on the tub and aink with a fiberglass repaur kit, worked more on sorting through the studio, then we were told that my husband’s oldest brother was in the urgent care unit of the hospital and is on a ventilator so we go visit for a few hours. There was more tucked in there with my daughter but you get the gist. An eventful day. I am exhausted and have to get up early for a fundraising yard sale at church for missions.

But before I get some sleep, I wanted you to know that God answered my prayer for time to pray and strength as I fasted. That blessed me. I never would have made it through a busy day like that on no food and with time to pray without Him. Also, all those things blessed other people. Visiting my brother in law and his family ministered to them, showed we cared. Cleaning my mom’s floors ministered to her and helped her have a clean house despite being quite infirm. That was a blessing. Working on the studio ministered to my husband who cannot always help do the work because of his bad knee and overall health. That was a blessing.

The thing is that what we do matters. And being there to help, despite what you feel like or think you can do, matters eternally. These things are never overlooked by our Savior. Bless someone today! It feels heavenly! ❤

Watching Them Skate

I can skate 30 minutes at a time with my new used inline skates. So, I am sitting here watching the kids skate the rest of the time. It is peaceful except for the loud booming music that is reminiscent of my college dancing days in the club with BB. But I digress. I learned that some people are good at watching and some people, myself included, are more the participation kind. So, I will be saving up for a new pair like my old ones that died finally after 16 years of frequent use. So I will not whine like a spoiled baby but will quietly save up and suddenly be able to skate and enjoy the wind in my face again. Until then, I will use my time to encourage, watch stuff, catch up on reading, and talk to you, friend. Love to you! Have a beautiful night! Always remember God loves you and is a simple prayer away. 😄❤

Open-minded vs Tolerent

I have always been an artist. Yes, I play the piano, but I am artist first and pianist second. Yes, I am a writer, but I am an artist first and an author second. What is the difference? There are two differences: 1. I am very passionately creative and

2. I am open-minded.

But whereas I am always open-minded/objective about everything, I am not tolerent about little, absolute about much. How can this be? They are separate things.

Open-minded means leaving all options of how to get there open, pouring resources into every endeavor and bringing it to life. You see the possibilities and any means of accomplishing the passion in creating are available and possibly tools to use to accomplish the task.

Tolerent means you accept anyone else’s version of that expression of creative as equally valid as yours. I accept that they are their version but do not accept them as mine. I allow them the freedom I have to be open-minded and appreciate it but never will accept it as mine. Tolerent says you can change my thing and still make it valid. Maybe, maybe not, depends upon what we are discussing.

As far as my faith, I am open-minded as to how church looks, how to serve, what clothes to wear to services, what songs we sing, where we meet, whatever. However, I will not tolerate a change in the Bible, false doctrines, lies, abuses of power, behavior that harms the Lord’s precious name, etc. And this is healthy, not stiff – necked or judgmental. We must know what is truth and stand for it with a passion but remain flexible in its application for the good of the kingdom.

I welcome discussion. Love you!😄❤

Pondering Singing/Songwriting

I have written literally hundreds of songs, lost count many songs back at 352. All with different melodies, all catchy, though very raw. Ridiculous amount until you realize I am now 45 years of age. I had one boyfriend who wanted to read and read my songs and listened to some. He was the only person. Some I published, some I recorded professionally in CA at Michael C. Ross’ studio, some I played as specials for church, some are still being used by churches for worship, there is one Easter contata, there is one rock ballad, etc. I once thought I was supposed to take these songs and share them myself with the world on stages across the country, concerts, themed evening, praise and worship evening, be a recording artist, etc. I really thought I was supposed to do that. I wondered why else God would entrust these songs to me. All this I call phase 1.

Phase 2 was give up mode after trying to get going on it and never being heard by the snobs in the music industry. They won’t even listen and are so n lazy they want a finished product before even considering a listen. What would I need them for then? And churches not even considering a free concert from a fellow Christian with references that prove my sound doctrine and heart to encourage with truth and so forth. No’s were everywhere, except a few published songs that went nowhere, so I gave up. Maybe I was wrong about being a singer/songwriter. Maybe I sucked at it. Very brief career over.

Phase 3. My songs read like a deep, moving journal, full of hope and pain, truth and phases of life. I believe many of those songs were a gift from God to sort out the worship and praise amidst the pains and horrors of my life. I have been through a heck of a lot – as most of us. But the songs show God working me through the difficulties with an ever repeating theme of how He is worthy and brought me through it thr best way possible. He may have given those songs to me as a live gift to help me put and show me love through healing.

Enter phase 4. Now. The present. I don’t know what if anything will happen with these songs but I am about to play a newer one in church this Sunday and wish to share them as needed. In the meanwhile, I am appreciative for them in my life. They are a loving gift from God for whatever reason He gave them to me and I am very grateful. And I will see where He leads me with them. And I will record in our home studio and play around with them over the summer. You never know what can happen in a day. I am willing to accept no or wait or they were just for therapy or go or whatever thr Lord wants. He is the boss of me. I am willing to obey Him whatever that looks like.

The takeaway: God’s gift to you is for a reason He knows. He may share that with you or may wait until later, maybe even heaven. Don’t worry or fret n or give up. Accept that He knows best and just be ready and willing to obey. God sees the heart. 😄❤