aba september 2012 013The light was red. I slowly pulled into the left turn lane to wait for the light to change.  I noticed a State Patrol car in front of me. A good feeling overcame me. I had a guilt-free conscience since my registration was up to date, I had not been speeding, and my lights all worked (and since I had been an outstanding citizen).

The light turned green and I followed the trooper as we both turned left. He however turned to the far right lane to let me pass. I thought of the poor fella who was going to get pulled over. Then I noticed his lights coming on behind me. They were for me.

When pulled over, I quickly peeked over my shoulder and noticed my offense: my seatbelt hung loosely at my side. While the kind officer walked up, I slowly and inconspicuously (so I thought) pulled my belt and clicked it in.

“Good day, Ma’m! I am glad you noticed that you hadn’t been buckled! May I see your license and proof of insurance?” He said with a kind smile.

He returned briefly to his vehicle and came back with my ten-dollar ticket in hand. I thanked him for reminding me and wished him a great day.

Since I am a (fairly) good citizen, I went immediately to the courthouse to pay my fine. The clerk commended me and said that she hadn’t seen a ticked paid that speedily. I just told her I wanted to forget about it as fast as I could. Thinking that with paying quickly the sick feeling in my stomach would go away.

When I sat back in my car I buckled in (since I am a citizen who tries to follow the law). Suddenly an extremely grateful thought overwhelmed my heart,

“Thank you God, for taking care of all my offenses.
While I think I am innocent, there is always something that makes me guilty.
I could never pay the fines I owe you for my sins.
Lord, keep me from the pride that prevents me from seeing my dire need for Jesus.”

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For the wages of sin is death,
but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 6:23

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Greater is HE

Encouragement on our journey is important. As a matter of fact, so important that the Bible tells us to encourage each other daily.

But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,”
that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.
Hebrews 3:13



Bill has has made it his goal to encourage the Body of Christ through His blog Unshakable Hope. Bill was diagnosed with ALS almost 20 years ago. He is unable to move or speak and communicates through a retinal recognition device on his computer. His blog is filled with the Hope and Love of God.

Bill and many others live in the reality of this world’s cruel diagnose but simultaneously live out the reality of the power of the Holy Spirit through them. The following poem made its way through my heart as I thought of their impact. I am so grateful to Bill and his wife for (unknowingly) encouraging me daily to proclaim the Hope that lives in me, despite my limitations.

(Below you find Jeremy Camp’s song “Same Power” who speaks of this Hope as well.)

Greater Is He

I’m locked in this prison. Just why, no one knows.
Outside sits a harsh guard, named Cruel Diagnose.

This guard is not resting. He’s taking away
The places I long for and the words I’d say.

He wants to persuade me that all hope is gone,
That I will never walk in the light of dawn.

This guard is relentless with schemes made in Hell –
He constantly shows me the gloom of my cell.

But the guard does not know, the One in my heart
Named Unshakable Hope – Of whose plan I’m part.

He speaks through the mute and walks with the lame.
He can break prison bars with the sound of His Name.

He lifts up the head of the child, who is down.
He rewards the obedient man with a crown.

While the guard might be great, Hope wants me to see
That much greater is He Who’s living in me.

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How Would I Know?

I wrote this about 3 years ago, but it has even more meaning for me today. I want to encourage you to continue to look to Jesus Christ as you battle your storms and obediently trust God for the provisions on your journey. He is with you!

ice storm 010How would I know that you are my Light,
Had I never seen darkness, but all had been bright?
How would I know that you are my Peace,
Had I never battled, but all wars had ceased?
How would I know that you are my Hope,
Had I never despaired at the end of my rope?
How would I know that you are my Calm,
Had my ships never tossed in life’s violent storms?
How would I know to put faith in You,
Had I only been challenged with the things I could do?

Lord, strengthen me through the trials
and help me to hold on to the Hope I have in Jesus Christ.
You are faithfully working in me.
You have my permission to do in me as You see fit.
I trust You! 

ice lamp Isaiah 41;10

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Just Do It

Clean it up
Put it there
Fold it and tuck it in drawers –
Swish and mop
Wash it down
Scrub it down real good once more.
Click the belt
Press the gas
Go down the same road again –
Kiss the kids
Wave goodby
Take a breath – drive home through the rain
Wipe the dish
Take that call
Walk the dog and talk to God
Hear Him say,
“Slow it down,
Your thinking, my child, might be flawed!”
Look to Me
Listen with care
Hear the Words I have spoken to you
Read my Word
Come in prayer
Know I’m here and walk you through!
Wash their feet
Hold their hands
Listen to why their hearts cry
Show my ways
Kiss their wings
For you’re teaching my saints to fly.”

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Hushed pain draws near –
No tears to weep.
To cope with fear
Her knife cuts deep.

A violent mind –
A tragic choice –
With flesh maligned
He took her voice.

In a dark hole,
In anguish lie
Her youthful soul
And childhood smiles.

Please pray for her
To seek the Light,
To find the Truth,
End cutting nights.

One day she’ll sing,
Then mourning ends,
As Christ the King,
Her wounds attends.

Until that day
Please help her cope.
Don’t look away,
Speak Life and Hope.


The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me, because the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
Isaiah 61:1

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Woven Beautiful

Meet my blogging friend Hannah at
Woven Beautiful


She is doing a Scripture Art Giveaway.

What an inspiring blogger and wonderful artist.

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What No Eye Has Seen

sunrise - November 1st, 2012 - Green Lake, WI

He sat on the ground with his legs crossed and downward eyes. When I passed, he lifted his head and noticed me. His warm eyes drew me in with a silent kindness. When he slowly rose to his feet, his eyes were still fixed on me with gentle persistence.

I stood still, able only to focus on Him.

Then, as he stood a distance away, I sensed something I had never before experienced. His gentle gaze turned to knowing. His piercing eyes suddenly knew everything about me. My being felt unable to keep anything hidden. I felt exposed and embarrassed. Who I was and what made me, all the things I had done and had failed to do, he knew it all. My soul felt fragile and transparent, like a glass container. My heart filled with fear and dread.

I wanted to hide, look away, but there was no escaping his eyes. He was drawing me in. Wordlessly he invited me to come near, desiring my presence.

Reluctantly, I drew closer. I was not able to withstand his unspoken request. But all of a sudden the uneasiness of my exposure disappeared. Instead, a deep sensation of an unfamiliar love poured over me, a kinder, deeper, and more fulfilling love than I had ever known before. It was a love made of many loves, a lover’s love, a friend’s love, a father’s love, and so much more. This love slowly soaked into the crevices of my whole person. I closed my eyes and wanted to stay here, forever with him. It was as if I was made for this.

I didn’t want to open my eyes. Slowly, the surroundings of my room came into focus. Nothing of me wanted to wake up from this. All of me waned to go back. I tried to hang on to the love in my heart – and his eyes. But like a pail of water poured into the sand on a beach, so dissipated that once unfamiliar love into the ground of the dream. And like tiny droplets of water clinging to the inside of the pail, the memory of this love tries to cling to my heart.

“God and Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ,
You gave Your Son,
so that we would not have to come and stand before You exposed.

We long for love to be real in us.
In Your mercy show us glimpses of this love today.
LORD, we need You to pour love into our hearts so we can love others.
All love pours from Your heart into ours.
Fill us today with kindness, compassion,
gentleness, goodness, and mercy. 
Renew our minds today
and make our love to look more like Christ’s each day,
Who loved You first and then loved others.” 

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But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—
1 Corinthians 2:9

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