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Wherever you go, I will go

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  Day 1333 was just like any other Saturday, starting with eskimo kisses from Murphy at 6am, needing to be let out. After my morning time of Jesus and coffee, I started in on the daily chores in hopes of catching up the blog and making a social media post about the prior week’s Resurrected jail chapel. A couple hours later, Nathan comes in from Mens Fellowship Breakfast and solemnly tells me I need to check my phone. Ronnie had been trying to reach me.  Instantly, my heart sank, but as to why I did not know. Racing to the back of the house to get my phone I grab it and see both Ronnie and Lt Dave’s wife, aka Momma J, have called. I don’t remember who I called first but the news was the same. My sweet Mentor, fellow servant in the kingdom, friend, accountability partner, my first Naomi, the woman who counted and walked alongside every  one thousand and thirty - three days,  Lisa Davis had graduated to Heaven.                     Lisa and Duane at an ROL event she was recognized at for h
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To everything there is a season

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 Today, marks an end of an era for me.  It’s not only that I turned 42, but also, today, I am no longer the basketball lady.     In late fall of 2019, 5 months into my recovery, I signed my girls up to play Enter His Courts basketball, a Basketball Ministry that had been serving our county for 31 years. Having my own personal love for the game and coaching experience (sending several teams to State In Special Olympics and one athlete to the World games) I, of course, checked the box to coach their teams.  A month and half had passed when the phone rang with Olivia’s coach on the other line. While I was excited she would be learning the game from someone with DII experience. Shame became the loudest voice in my head.  “Why would they choose you, an addict, to coach.kids in a Christian basketball league?” “You’re just a junkie headed for inevitable relapse.”  The voices only grew louder as depression set in. When a week had passed with no word from a coach for Lorelei, hope began to rise
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Resurrected

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In the words of Aaron Lewis, “It’s been awhile.” Thank you, to my readers whom have reached out and encouraged me through the quiet. I wouldn’t call it writer’s block. Being that we serve a God who is always working and who constantly brings us from Glory to Glory there is always plenty to write about.  I guess you could say this disciple has simply been in a season of listening.  “ The Lord GOD has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him who is weary. Morning by morning he awakens; he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.” ISA 50:4 (Now here is the part where I’ve messed up my fonts and just keep going, to get this blog out, imperfections and all, regardless of how badly this makes my ocd twitch.)  In the beginning and throughout the majority of the “season of listening,” I was really feeling “stuck.”  Finances were dwindling. I even considered getting a new higher paying job and leaving the church behind. It wasn’t until a
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Dustbuster 2.0

 It has been awhile. It's been awhile since I have blogged. It's been awhile since I have been still. Other than a 2 day stomach bug I don't believe I've stopped since our weekend vacay to Tennessee. I do apologize for my absence. One friend asked if I had writer's block, eh, maybe to an extent. I just want to be certain what I'm putting out here is from the Lord and in His timing. Maybe I was a little intimitidated from the "success" of the two previous blogs. Mostly, because I felt the annointing go forth.  Without a doubt, they were straight from the Lord to the screen. That's pressure. Or at least I let it be. First things first, I GOTTA make a confession.  I need to repent of something and until I do, God can't bless this.  Last week, I was vicious with the truth. I know it hurt someone that I love and care about.  It doesn't matter what pushed me to my break. All that matters is that when I was hurt/offended/taken back, I did not resp
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Life after the 🔥

 Recently, my family and I took my first trip to The Great Smokey Mountains to celebrate 3 years living free from the grips of meth addiction.  Our mountaintop cabin for the weekend was recently re-established in 2020 after having been destroyed in a forest fire. The entire mountain climb previous devastation was evident both in the plethora of newly built vacation rentals and in scenery.  Everywhere you turned the previous fires path was evident. While there was plenty of dense forest remaining, there was also patches of new growth amongst still standing charred remains of once thriving vegetation and trees.  I couldn’t help but relate to God’s handiwork amongst the growth and the devastation, and it got me to thinking and researching what it takes for proper regeneration after a roaring fire.  A forest CANNOT regenerate in a drought. It needs moisture. In fact, slower growth in younger trees due to a drought create a lack of carbon dioxide which, in turn,  increases global warming. I
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Location: Seymour, IN 47274, USA
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Roll Tape

 I’ve written AND deleted this blog umpteen times this week, umpteen 1000 and 1, if you were to count file 13 piled up inside my head.  There’s so much to talk about. Picture a film room in disarray, reels on shelves, the floor,  out of their cases.  A nearly dangerous web of unraveled tape strewn about.  Aimlessly leading to nothing yet pointing to something.  So let’s do some unraveling.  - I had $9.24 left in my bank account this week after paying my tithe and the rent. My only $8 in cash had went to someone else the day before. (They needed it more than me.) The girls are home from school for the summer, sending food cost through the roof, gas prices just topped $5/gal for regular,  in Smalltown USA, the phone bill is due, and I have $9.24 left in the bank. All pay day long, as I went about cleaning the church, I thanked Jireh for this opportunity to be stretched and not stressed.  Faith it till you make it.  The next day, I received a check for a prn childcare gig I had forgotten
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Walk it Out and Don’t forget to Smile

 This past Friday the electric bill arrived.  Hesitant to see the “damage” due, I barely opened it, tearing open only the corner nearest amount Due, bravely peeking in. If you remember right, I just closed my side business in obedience to the Lord.  Just the Day before, Master checked me. When speaking of the closure of HSC, I had frequently said, “I don’t like it, but I’m doing it.” He checked me through the provision of His Word in James 1:2, “Consider it all Joy, dear brothers and sisters, when you encounter various trials.” OUCH!  I definitely wasn’t being joyful in my obedience. And why wouldn’t I be joyful to do something I knew God said to do?!!! Like stupid.   It’s God!!!! So ya know everything is gonna be all right, even when it’s rough He’s there, and the outcome is better than good, it’s God!!! With a repentant heart, I laid down this grievance with obedience and thanked Him for this refining moment.  It wasn’t enough to just do it, but rather to do it joyfully, knowing that
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