At Home In My Shell

I live in a tortoise shell and most of the time, I'm okay with it because I know who I am and have a keen sense of self-awareness. I don't think life in a tortoise shell makes me looney, it just makes me who I am. I am an introvert, and I protect it like its precious gold because I think writers are cut from that mold. We are most alive when left alone.

The problem is when I venture out of my shell, I often find that I wished I hadn't. My engagement with others often proves unfortunate and I wished that I had just stayed at home. Where does this come from, I'm wondering? Do people roll their eyes in the back of their heads when they see me coming? If so, why is that? What is it about my personality that causes them to say, "Oh Lord, is she coming to the party?"

When I look inward, I see a person that is compassionate and fun to be around. I'm not annoying. I don't say everything that comes to my mind. I speak words that uplift and not tear down, and so …

Keep On Keeping On

I work in a tall building downtown on the 44th floor, and in the lunchroom where I eat, they have floor to ceiling windows. The other day I was sitting by the window and I looked straight down and a certain foreboding fear came over me, as though death was close upon me and the only thing standing between me and a painful demise, was a thin glass pane.
The next day it happened again, and again after that. Suddenly, I looked up into the sky and I imagined I could fly. I saw myself soaring up into the heights of heaven, higher than the building I was sitting in. The fear of death disappeared and I felt the fearful foreboding leave me. I became like a woman of power. Yesterday, as I sat at that same table, I saw myself flying and soaring over the traffic below without any fear or trepidation of evil demise.

"Fly like an eagle into the future, I want to fly like an eagle, let the Spirit carry me. I want to fly."  (Song lyrics by the artist, Seal)
I think, sometimes the things that …

Couldn't Triumph Over Me

I was at my wit’s end. I had just all I could stand to take of foolishness. Walking to my car, I was talking out loud to the Lord who had been strangely silent for quite some time. Seemingly, watching me suffer attack and doing nothing about it. I started my car and pulled out of the parking lot, still talking aloud to the Lord. I asked Him, “When are You going to get angry with the devil, because I am good and furious right now?” Early the next morning before sunrise, there came a storm with loud, scary, booming thunder. I said to myself, “Wow, it sounds like God is mad about something.”
Later that same day, I was reading my Bible and happened to run across the following passage, while looking for another verse of Scripture.
But in my distress (my outrage) I cried out to the Lord; yes, I cried to my God for help. He heard me from His sanctuary; my cry reached His ears. Then the earth quaked and trembled. The foundations of the heavens shook; they quaked because of His anger. Smoke pour…

God Cares

A few years ago, I read a book called Rainbow’s End by Irene Hannon. It arrived at my house during a time when I was confused, and asking the why-God-why question. Sometimes we feel like we are following God’s plan only to find ourselves in confusion and mayhem, wondering how did this happen while I was following God's plan. We might think, this can't be the will of God.

The funny thing about this book arriving at my house was that I had not ordered it. They sent it to me as part of a promotion to sign up for a monthly subscription.
The story is about a man that had lost his wife and set out to drive across country in an effort to find healing for his broken heart. He had been on the road a long time and was still just as broken and empty as ever. His relationship with the Lord was fading into oblivion, because he didn't understand why God was against him. This is where I come in. I could totally relate to how Keith felt, because at the time I was dealing with my own heart a…

The Upper Hand

When I was in the 10th grade in high school, I enrolled in a beginner’s typing class. I struggled and struggled to keep up with the class. When the teacher gave us timed typing tests, I always fell way behind the class and did not seem to be improving. When the teacher saw I was a hopeless cause, she recommended that I see my counselor to transfer out of her class, to another elective. I believe the good Lord’s hand was upon me, I ended up making it through high school having taken multiple typing classes, even though that teacher tried to discourage me from the get-go.
Coincidentally, I ended up choosing the secretarial profession, and when I graduated from high school, I went to secretarial school where I took more typing classes. To be honest, my typing speed never improved that much, even as a secretary. Today, I still only type about 50 words per minute. However, I managed to put in a good 25 years as an Administrative Assistant. I believe the good Lord’s hand was upon me all the …

Jealousy and the Fatal Marriage

For the woman’s jealous husband will be furious, and he will show no mercy when he takes revenge. He will accept no compensation, nor be satisfied with a payoff of any size.
Proverbs 6:34-35 (NLT)

The Dictionary defines jealous as feeling or showing suspicion of someone's unfaithfulness in a relationship. I define it as a malicious distrust of a partner that centers on one's own self. The person reacting to jealousy is in part, acting in selfishness because it is mostly suspicion (not real) and in most cases not based on true facts. A lot of times, the person reacting to the jealousy is simply insecure in himself, and covering up his insecurities by accusing his spouse of wild-eyed suspicions. He creates scenarios that are simply not there and misinterprets situations that are truly innocent.
Your eye is like a lamp that provides light for your body. When your eye is healthy, your whole body is filled with light. But when your eye is unhealthy, your whole body is filled with dark…

Secret Place Writing Studio

I have a dream today. It is a dream of my very own writing studio. I have been praying and preparing for this place non-stop for the past few months. I looked at Martin Luther King, Jr.'s I Have A Dream speech this morning and I am more determined than ever to see this dream come to pass.

I have the dream of a writing studio. There, I will sit at my computer and let the Holy Spirit speak through me to encourage and edify the body of Christ. The decor of my studio will be inspiring and incite creativity. The presence of the Lord will be strong. I will be like the servant in Jesus' parable that took his five talents and used them to gain five more besides. At the end of the parable Jesus said, "To everyone who has, more will be given, and he will have abundance."
I know that God has heard my prayers concerning my desire for the writing studio, and I believe that He is bringing it to pass behind the scenes. I went by the chosen site for my studio yesterday and took pictur…