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Rooted

 




This happy dandelion caught my attention today. Some might look at it and think "oh, it's a picture of strength and resilience - just look how determined it is to grow in those harsh surroundings!"


I don't see it that way.

That plant is not "working hard" to prevail against harsh conditions. It's just doing what it's made to do.

When I asked the Lord what He was trying to show me, He whispered the word "ROOTED" 🌱

Of course!

Circumstances and surroundings don't have the power of death when the ROOT is where it belongs.

Of course, this plant has a long taproot down into fertile soil, so the plant thrives despite being surrounded by unfriendly circumstances.

How about you?

Do you feel blown by the winds of change?

Panicked by the evening news?

Afraid for the future?

Disturbed by political changes or swings in the stock market?

Uncertain about time, finances, aging, kids, purpose, relationships, etc.?

If yes, then I gently encourage you to examine where you're rooted. The "fruit" of panic, fear, anxiety, uncertainty...they are fruits that indicate an unhealthy plant. THAT plant is working hard, battling, and striving.

Be like the dandelion, friend 😂

Get your roots into fertile soil.

Get you face pointed toward the Son ☀️ (see what I did there?)

And then...rest.

Let Him be God, and you can be His child.

Of course, there's good work to do in this life...but when you're rooted in Him, everything is grace.

Resilience and toughness is overrated - the world tries to sell it as "strength"...but it's really just a path to exhaustion and futility.

Call on Jesus and just see how sweet life can be ❤️

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Identity


 Identity.


It's something that's been shifting a little bit for me lately.

"Shifting" is an interesting word that just flew on the page...made me realize that parts of my identity have been built on sinking sand instead of the Rock that never moves. Let it shift, Lord. Shift right out from under me until my feet land on the Rock.

Woman
Daughter
Sister
Wife
Mom
Friend
Christian
Writer
Entrepreneur
Business Builder

Some parts of me are firmly on the Rock...others are shaking a bit. It's good...new wine needs new wine skin.

But have you noticed how the shift from one wineskin to the next is a vulnerable and sometimes painful feeling?

Like being momentarily skinned alive, even?!

The vulnerable uncertain in-between feels raw and naked and tender.

But then, the excitement of settling in a new home...a new skin with more stretching capacity than the old. The new skin feels like POTENTIAL.

Change is in the air. I don't know exactly what's coming, but God's given me clues in dreams and words and visions... Things that have been confirmed by others who seek Him. We're in a season of being "established"....but seasons change... ARE changing.

As for me and my role/identity?

🌸This body is for the Lord (1 Cor 6:13)

🌸THIS is the time for which I was created.

🌸I am anointed and sealed by God

🌸I am a blood-washed, Spirit filled DAUGHTER of the King Most High.

🌸I am His and He is mine.


I really don't need to know more than that 💕


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Into the Deep



Where does one start when about to cast into the deep?

I've been sitting here looking out the window for 40 minutes, watching it rain.  A drop falls from the sky and joins her sisters in the puddle accumulating on my patio.  It feels like winter is breathing a deep sigh as it releases it's grip on the earth.  The ice is melting.  The giant snowballs that used to be in the shape of a man are disintegrating before my eyes.  I hear the water gurgling it's way down the gutters.  It it otherwise silent and peaceful….except for the words tumbling in my mind.

This verse….this message….has burned itself into my brain in the past few days.  There's something here.  There's something I'm supposed to know….to share.


"Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch." Jesus, Luke 5:4




The beginning of chapter 5 tells us that Jesus was speaking to a crowd of people, and they pressed in around Him.  I can see it, can't you?  He's talking and his words are life changing….life giving….cutting like a sword and filling empty places at the same time.  The hungry, thirsty, empty crowd presses closer to get more….more….more.  Jesus looks around for a better place to stand so he can be heard and seen by everyone.

He sees a couple of fishing boats at the edge of the lake….the fishermen are done with the night's fishing.  They have an air of frustration about them….they fished all night long and came up with nothing to show for it.  They're cleaning up….rinsing out nets, putting things in order for their next fishing trip.  They're probably looking forward to going to going home, putting on some clean clothes, and getting some rest.

Jesus walks right up to one of those boats, climbs in, and sits down.  The boat rocks a bit as he adjusts himself.  The boat belongs to a fisherman named Simon, who I imagine is looking at Jesus and thinking something along the lines of "what does he think he's doing?" ha!

Jesus asks him to put the boat out into the water a bit -- that boat on the water will be his stage….his podium.  He speaks….he teaches….from his place on the boat.  His voice bounces off the water, and everyone on shore can hear him perfectly.

Have you ever heard how sound bounces off water?  I was at the lake last summer with my family.  One of our favorite things to do when the water is calm is to drive the boat out to the deepest part of the lake, put life jackets on, and just swim and float around.  My husband and I were floating about 100 yards away from the boat.  My dad stayed on the boat to make sure it didn't drift away.  It felt like Luke and I had privacy because we were so far away and the little waves were splashing around us.  But something about dad's body language told me that he could hear us talking.  In my normal voice, I simply said, "Hi dad, can you hear me?"  Without even turning my direction he said, "Hi.  Yup."  It was the strangest sensation to experience how the water carried our voices!

That's what I imagine it's like as Jesus speaks to the crowd from his perch on that fishing boat.  He finishes his teaching and then...


That's when he said it.  "Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch."

I love Simon's response:  "Master, we worked hard all night and caught nothing, but I will do as You say and let down the nets."

And I love the result:  "When they did this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish, and their nets began to break; so they signaled to their partners in the other boat for them to come and help them.  And they came and filled both of the boats, so they began to sink."

And I love Simon's conclusion: "he fell down ant Jesus' feet, saying 'Go away from me Lord, for I am a sinful man, O Lord!' For amazement had seized him and all his companions because the catch of fish which they had taken…"

And finally, I love Jesus' reply to Simon's worship: "Do not fear, from now on you will be catching men."

What do the fishermen do in response to this strange idea of fishing for men?

"they left everything and followed Him."!


Sweet story, right?  It's more than that though. It's the whole story - right there in a few paragraphs.

Jesus comes to the people to teach….to tell them who He is.  I've experienced this.  I've heard his voice, and I know that it IS…. Truth.  My very soul vibrates with the knowledge of who He is.  He is always with me, He loves me.  He knows everything about me, past…present…future.

But sometimes my mind is muddled.  I'm worried.  I'm caught up in the world.  I'm looking in the wrong direction.  Too many bodies stand between me and the Lord for me to really hear His message.  So He finds a way.  He is persistent.  He uses the flowers, the trees, the rain….the water….He uses everything around me to carry His message.  I am not alone.  He never leaves me.  I am His beloved.

And then He asks something outrageous of me.  Into the Deep.

He asks something scary of me.  Into the Deep

He ask something unnatural of me.  Into the Deep

Often, I reply with "But Master, we already did this and didn't catch any fish."

He says, "I know….Into the Deep."

"But Lord, this doesn't make sense"

I know…Into the Deep.

"But Jesus, how can this be?  I'm afraid!"

I know…. the Deep, my love.

Finally, I have little choice.  He is all I see.  All I hear.  I'm still uncertain.  I'm still confused.  I'm still afraid.  But His voice….it cuts.  It consumes.  It comforts.  It presses me past what I would normally do…even consider doing!  An act of obedience and faith is all that is left…

I will do as you say and let down the nets

And then it happens….




Blessing heaped upon blessing.  So much blessing I stand aside and just giggle at the enormity of it.  I wonder why I ever doubted….why I ever feared.  He had this plan all along!  Even during the dry time…the night of fishing with no luck….He knew that the frustration and discouragement and failure could be used for good.

Such blessing that it's like something out of a cartoon.  Fish practically jumping out of the water and into my boat.

Blessing in abundance to the point that I literally think I will sink.  I will drown in blessings….what a way to go!

I am flabbergasted!  Awestruck!  Humbled.  It's obvious that this is more than luck.  It is more than coincidence.  It is certainly beyond what I could do myself even on the best of days.  I couldn't even IMAGINE this type of result, never mind make it happen.      

No.  This is not me.  This is God Almighty.  But why?

Because it's not just me -- everyone around me can see that there's something extraordinary happening here.  They can see that I am nothing special, but that I have been blessed beyond measure.

"Maybe", they think.  "Maybe this Jesus she talks about….just maybe there's something to Him."

Glory to God…to use blessings to display His might instead of the proverbial lightening bolt from Heaven.  He speaks in a voice of love and goodness to show who He is.

I get the tiniest taste of who He is.  I tremble uncontrollably and fall at His feet…."I am not worthy, Lord."

I feel Him smile at me.  His gentle hand rests on my head, and He says "Do not fear.  From now on, I have something extraordinary for you.  I have even better things ahead for you!"

So here I am…dropping everything to follow Him.  The giver of life.  The giver of blessings.  The Healer of broken hearts and shattered lives.  The One who asks the impossible and uses it for His glory.

I want to be a vessel for Him.  I want to give all I have in giving glory to Him.

Does that sound strange to you?  If you know Him, it probably doesn't.

But if you don't know Him, you might think He's quite the egomaniac to ask people to drop everything, follow Him, and spend their lives giving Him glory!

But no…His glory, my friend, it is for us.  Who He is.  What He did.  Who He wants to be in our lives... is POWER.  Power to heal and bless.  Power to forgive.  Power to love.  Power to re-birth and create.  Power to Save for all eternity.

If you see good in me, my friends, know that it is not really me you see.  If you see anything good, enviable, peaceful, noble, kind, or fruitful….If you see success and blessings poured out in a disproportionate manner in my life….know that it is not of me.

What you see is Jesus.  Call to Him.  Invite Him in.  You can trust Him with everything.  Ask Him to save you and to be the Lord of your life.

As for me….I'm standing in the boat with Jesus.  I'm a bit nervous.  I'm a bit uncertain.  Physical law doesn't seem to apply any longer, and I don't know what to expect.  But I will do it.  I'll cast my net when He tells me to….

...Into the Deep






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God is so Creative!

And He's an incredible artist.

'nuff said.






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Finding My Inspiration

I was pretty discouraged the last time I wrote.  It's amazing how a few days can bring such a change in perspective!  I decided, like I said, to get back to the basics a little bit.  I pulled out the good old camera.  I tinkered.  I adjusted settings.  I played with the self timer.  I shot in manual more than I usually do. 

(It also didn't hurt to have someone looking through my portfolio last night...she asked "These are amazing!  Are they by xyz?"  I'm not telling you "xyz"s name...but she's a well known photographer in my city who is generally considered to be an incredible photographer, so I was flattered :-) )

I had FUN taking pictures like I haven't had fun in a really long time.

I just shot what I saw.  I prayed "Lord, show me please.  Show me beauty where I've been missing it."  I didn't have to look far.

Two of my wonderful babies:


A sunflower about to burst into color:


The onions growing in my garden.  I've never had luck with onions...will this be my year?


A delicate speck of prettiness resting on the grass:


Like I said, I played around with the timer.  It pains me to put this picture up.  I mean REALLY pains me!  But I'm trying to be honest here...sort of honest, anyway.  Maybe next time I can put a picture up of myself without brushing some wrinkles out first ;-)


We took a family stroll that evening, and I brought the camera.  My girl scooting through the neighborhood:


The little ones enjoying a summer treat:


My cautious oldest - being sure he doesn't get sprayed:

There was something about the pattern and texture to the rusty storm drain cover that caught my eye that night:



Having this child in my life just makes everything a bit more joyful (and loud and chaotic, but it's worth it).  Here he is, sprinting toward me to show me his treasure:



"Look Mama!"


Shot from the hip as I held hands with my baby girl and she told me a story:


It didn't take long for someone's little legs to get tired, so Luke took the kids home and I kept walking.  We have a wonderful little path that winds out of our neighborhood and through some undeveloped land.  The sun was getting low and setting the fields to glow.  I love evening light.



I can't describe what this color does in my soul...I think it has something to do with a dream I once had and the resulting love I found.  I haven't told you that story yet - it's coming soon.






Southern Idaho is an arid place.  If not for irrigation, the whole place would be dried grass and tumbleweed.  Somehow, I even saw some beauty in the tumbleweed:






Seriously?  This  all happened by chance?  Coincidence?  Luck?  I think not.  My God - He is a spectacular artist.






I'm loving textures and patterns lately.  There's just something about a plain old chain link fence - it brings my childhood roaring back...the tingly feel of my fingers and the jingly sound as the fence rattled while I ran down the sidewalk with my fingertips skimming the fence...the smell of honeysuckle creeping up the edge of the fence...the vines that tangled themselves in the links as they reached for the sun.  


When I run, I often take this same path, and I always eagerly look forward to getting to the spot where I have this as my view.  It's especially beautiful in the evening because the mountains are lit beautifully, and the clouds have a little extra something as the sun sets:



As the sun set, I hardly knew which way to look!  To the west, the sunset was a blaze of light and color:



And to the west, my favorite mountains with the fields aglow and the sky saying goodnight.  




Thank you, Lord, for loving us so much to show us your beauty.  You are Awesome.


"The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard."

Psalm 19:1-3




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