Simple and Plain

My battery is running on dead…

With ten thousand thoughts jumbled in my head

Lord, I need You to make things simple and plain

Before this crazy world drives me insane

I’m constantly wondering what should I do

Forgetting the outcome is left up to you

I need my thoughts to stay plain and simple

Remembering my body is your Holy temple

Down in the valley or drowning at sea

You’ll always be my King of Glory

Wherever I am that’s where You reign

Your peace and love is mine to gain...

Resting in a pasture of green

Increasing my faith in the things unseen

Into my soul Your presence does seep

Where that plain and simple runs very deep

No more jumbled thoughts swirling in my brain

You’ve already made it simple and plain

When you’re in His Holy temple

It’s more than plain and simple

This is the place for me to come clean

Allowing the Holy Spirit to paint a different scene

On the canvas of my heart

He gave me a brand-new start

The power of His presence is so strong and so glorious

You feel your life is full and victorious

He leaves His seal of radiance shining on your face

Showing you have been in a Holy Place

The Third Verse

  I learned a little something about our history

And the poem written by Francis Scott Key

In a battle that was intensely heated

He was overjoyed that the British were defeated

He penned “land of the free, home of the brave”

Feeling elated when he saw the flag making a gallant wave 

The third verse relishing that they couldn’t save 

The flight of the slave from the sorrow of the grave

What was the reason behind the third verse written by Francis Scott Key

That shaped our lives and tarnished our history

Into our past I thought I would delve

And found a hidden reason behind the War of 1812

Maritime slave Impressment from the British made the U.S. very skittish

Land of the free and home of the brave wanted to keep the black man his forever slave

With reserve and false nobility the British sought to set the U.S. slave free

Without jeopardizing what they had in the West Indies

When he looked out and saw the British defeat

He wrote the third verse making his jubilant feelings complete

Plantations and slavery would continue to define southern life

Confining the black man in bondage and strife

Justice written back then didn’t include us

Now we look at the flag and raise a gallant fuss

Demanding the freedom they wouldn’t give

So life for us would be worthy to live

Hatred and outrage can rise pretty quick

We see this with Nike and Colin Kaepernick

It’s sad when a race is looked at with disdain

Because their ancestors didn’t stay bound in a chain

While the Star-Spangled Banner is sung, and the flag still waves 

What does it mean for the descendants of the slaves

Some don’t want us to speak out it will make things worst

We ask—what can they glean from Francis Scott Key’s third verse

Learning our history can make a weak man bitter and hard

We must remember our deliverance lies in the wisdom and knowledge of God

When others make life unbearable to live our real Master and Savior taught us to forgive

In Him we find our peace in hopes our struggle will someday cease

Confusing Divisions

In recent events I catch myself reliving the confused mind of a child…

Rehashing memories I haven’t had in quite long while

I saw the division but didn’t understand why
The things we couldn’t do could make a grown man cry

Be careful how when and where you walk down the street
In the building and on the bus take the back seat

To quench your thirst be careful where you drink
To clean your hands don’t use the wrong sink

When there’s an ache in your back and your feet are sore
You can visit the doctor but go in the back door

That ol’ Jim Crow could deliver quite a blow
Causing more pain than some will ever know

So many more divisions left to be told
Like getting your food from a little square hole

These divisions were confusing in the mind of a child
They were far from humble meek and mild

How could these divisions equal justice for all
When they stripped a man of his pride and were designed to make him crawl

They got upset when a player took a knee
Didn’t try to understand his somber reality

From blind ignorance they will never see
These confusing divisions were not how God intended things to be

Don’t get us wrong in our quest to be heard
Symbolic gestures are sometimes stronger than words

It's not that we disrespect our country and the flag
We just don’t want to treated like a dirty old rag

Stop the brutality the divisions and the strife
So we can work together for a divine peaceful life

"Together we stand-divided we fall"
How can we make this a nation where there’s really justice for all...

Stop the brutality the divisions and the strife

So we can live together in a divine peaceful life

This is why God made His pick
When He chose the courage of Colin Kaepernick

...and he's not alone

(Photo courtesy of The Washington Post)

A Pathway to Intimacy

I have traded the tranquil sounds of the St. John’s River for the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean. My time in Jacksonville, FL was well spent as I travelled a pathway back into intimacy with God. I spent Thanksgiving there not really wanting to celebrate the holidays in the traditional sense, but desiring to spend time in His presence being thankful for where He is leading me in this journey.

I am now in San Diego, CA where I spent the holidays and will reside here for a long minute. Coming here hasn’t been what I expected…I knew that coming in; but then nothing on this journey has gone according to the expected. God is doing a new thing and when He is doing a new thing you sometimes feel like your life is not your own, and in a sense—it isn’t. As the psalmist sang, “my life is not my own, to you I belong” (you know the rest). I am relearning the old familiar with a new perspective.

As a longtime single I relished in my long moments of uninterrupted solitude. Those moments were habitual attitudes I cherished. I am now relearning to share my dwelling space, and that my quiet moments will be shortened with the cares and joys of others in my life. To paraphrase Bishop Dale Bronner— if you don’t break old habits nothing in the new year will change; nothing is new for you until you get a new perspective. While I’m not seeking to change spending time alone in His presence, I am seeking and asking the Father to help me accept the change in how and where I spend that time with Him; and embrace the new pathway to intimacy that is forthcoming with others in my space.

The final destination of my journey is still yet to be determined. To quote Bishop Bronner again, “you are not defined by where you are, you are defined by who you are”. Where I am in the physical sense is becoming irrelevant—the more important consideration is where I am in the spirit. Spiritually I am in a good place. I like knowing whose I am no matter where I am or who I’m with. Wherever my journey takes me, I will always travel the pathway that leads to intimacy with the Father.

A Peaceful Treasure

Sometimes traveling from one place to another place you pass through a place you want to discover further…such was Brunswick, Georgia. The little town intrigued me for years as I passed through it headed to a retreat on St. Simons Island.

My recent journey afforded me the opportunity to explore the city since it is only a two-hour drive from Jacksonville, FL where I am presently enjoying the quiet sanctuary of my best friend's home. I set out for an overnight stay to give myself enough time to see all there is to see in this small Georgia town. However, the town wasn't the treasure I thought it would be.

My first obstacle was finding an affordable hotel with a vacancy; I didn’t make a reservation because it was off season and most tourist were back at work and off to school.  It never occurred to me they would be accommodating Irma refugees and FEMA personnel. After going above my budget, I settled in at the Best Western Plus to peruse the information I found at the Georgia Welcome Center where I stopped to get info on Brunswick and the surrounding area. There wasn’t much to be found on Brunswick, but I came away with a plethora of information on a little town that had never crossed my radar. I was once again intrigued with a small town and wanted to know more, however, this town was not my goal, so I put the interesting info away and decided to explore the city that was on my radar…it was a bust. There was nothing there that drew my attention and said stay awhile. The most interesting part was the gateway portion to the Golden Isles (which was the part I had seen for years).

I decided to head back to FL. Having some extra time, I detoured to see what this new little town had to offer. There wasn’t much there as well, like Brunswick there was a main drag that housed all your chain stores and necessities, but on a smaller scale. Unlike Brunswick traffic was light, as a local put it, “the most traffic we have is when the elementary school down the street let’s out”. Like Brunswick downtown was scarce but had something Brunswick didn’t have—peace and serenity. I could feel it as I walked the streets and talked to the friendly locals. The most inviting part of the that peace was where the quiet sidewalk ended—a picturesque view of Cumberland Sound from the St. Mary’s waterfront. Though temporarily impaired with damage from Hurricane Irma, it was like a little piece of heaven. I spent the remainder of my time enjoying the quiet serenity and the gentle breeze that caressed my thoughts of what it would be like to live here. To have this view every day and enjoy the peace of no hustle-bustle noise would be divine.

I left the area feeling as if I had found a peaceful treasure housed in the little town of St. Mary’s, Georgia.

October

October 24…this day always made my mama sad

This was the day she was spared, and we tragically lost my dad

God kept her here and she lost one of the things she held most dear

She was a miracle in the midst of his tragedy

Why Lord, did you want her to stay

And a fatal bullet took my dad away

Was it that on this earth she had more to say

Some say it wasn’t her time

And for that only You know the reason and the rhyme

Here I sit on this day—remembering him, and remembering her

For now, they both have gone away

I can no longer hear what either of them have to say

In this moment of time in my life

I wish I could once again glean from their wisdom and advice…

October is a month of mixed feelings made of joy and cloaked with sadness of entrances and exits:

                On the 2^nd Makayla made her entrance into the world *
                          

                On the 3^rd my mom made her exit

                On the 5^th I made my entrance

                On the 24^th my dad made his exit

How does one keep the joy of the entrances and not let them get overshadowed by the exits?

You dwell on the joy of each entrance and the good memories you had before the exits—placing all in God’s hands and live in the comfort of His love.

*(Read Makayla's story in my 2009 blog)

Awaken The Dawn!

Have you ever done something you want to do again and again, and keep doing it…that’s the feeling I have about Awaken the Dawn/The Call.  I want to go back to The National Mall in Washington D.C., be with the people I went with; hear the songs we sang; share the experience of electrifying worship; engage in deep heartfelt prayer; be inspired by impassioned messages; walk among the tents hearing the different styles of worship and prayer from each state and region, unique yet sharing the same message—but most of all basking in the presence of God! A presence that surrounded the entire area.

There was a call to our nation that weekend: we need to invite God's presence back into our homes, our schools, our workplace, our government, our entertainment, our relationships, and yes, even our churches…we need to kneel down and passionately make 2Chr. 7:14 a part of our daily ritual. We are His people called by His name, so let's humble ourselves, and pray and seek His face, and turn from our wicked ways, then He will hear from heaven, and will forgive our sin and heal our land! As one speaker pointed out we often overlook the next verse: 2Chr. 7:15, “Now my eyes will be open and My ears attentive to prayer made in this place.” We cried out and invited our Lord back to our nation…we thank you Lord that your eyes are open, and your ears are attentive to the prayers made in that place on October 6-9, 2017!

The catch phrase for me that weekend was from speaker Heidi Baker: “what does love look like” …so eloquently repeated several times until it saturated your spirit. Love looks like us sharing God’s love, and not just sharing God’s love but being God’s love.

God had a purpose and a plan for each person in attendance—I can’t wait for Him to reveal mine…

Praying at the Supreme Court

Prayer at the White House

Praying on the Capitol grounds

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We had a blast! God is on the move...

Be blessed my friends…in His Spirit
Vanessa

An Open Door

One of the greatest things about visiting family is communing with those that are rich in the wisdom of the Lord and hears His voice. I have a family member here in San Diego that is blessed with that richness.

Like myself she loves the beauty of the ocean and often walks along the shore. While on her walk one day at LaJolla Shores God shared His wisdom with her through a visual revelation walking under the pier. The columns caught her attention as the waves crashed against them. She saw those crashing waves as challenges.

Life brings many challenges; walking in the grace of God you can see His plan as you go through these challenges and experience what He has for you in the completion. At the end of those crashing challenges that each column represented, my cousin saw an open door leading to the vastness of the ocean. The big beautiful ocean! I loved what she called this door—an open door of endless possibilities. Isn’t that what God has for us—possibilities that are as big as the ocean and never quit, all we have to do is trust and receive.

Our challenges may seem insurmountable as they crash against us, but compared to the vastness of the ocean…they become endless possibilities. Let’s walk through that open door—and enjoy all He has for us… 

I witnessed her revelation

Peace in the journey

The Senses of My Journey

I see you in the beauty of a rose

I see you in the color green

I feel you in the breath of the wind

Your fragrant love tingles my nose

I hear you in the silence of my heart

As I rest in the color blue

I want to experience You face to face

Before I leave the beauty of this place

Please hear my heart’s cry

Let me learn from You eye to eye—ear to ear

And let me know I have nothing to fear

Wherever this journey takes me

Your beauty is all I want to see, feel, touch, and hear

Then I’ll know Your presence is always near

As I leave this place

I may not always see beauty in my surroundings

But the joy of Your love will always be there

Embracing me with Your graceful care.

I love you Lord—now and forever more...

Relaunching

The next phase of my journey is taking me back to San Diego. A place where I left my heart, the place where I learned what salvation is, the place where I learned to spend time alone in His presence and praise Him. A place I loved and have longed to return to since I left there in 1989.

My reason for returning home to Georgia has now transitioned to her heavenly home. With that I should feel freedom to come and go as I please. Do I feel that freedom…yes I do, and only because I have freedom in the knowledge of Christ. Whom God has set free is free indeed. Do I like the freedom I should feel…not especially. My mother’s transition hurt far more than I ever thought it would. In times past, I would say to the Lord, “when I’ve finished with what I need to do here please send me back to California”. It took 28 years to finish what I needed to do; however, it is finished, and not how I expected it to—I have learned some things about the unexpected.

In my wait to return to San Diego I encountered some life experiences that took me abroad with some successes and some failures. The failures, unfortunately, had more of an impact than the successes. One failure in particular paralyzed me and almost destroyed my spirit. But God being the loving Father he is kept me, never left me, and breathed revived life into my valley of dry bones so I rise from the ashes to thrive again.

I titled this piece “relaunching”, inspired by a Dale Bronner message of the same title, because I feel that is what’s happening in my return to my beloved San Diego. I had stopped doing the things God called me to do. I stepped out of the boat, failed, then stepped back into the boat to hide—now I’m stepping out again. With power packed knowledge from my failures and successes—I am relaunching. The timing of my return to San Diego was not next in line in my travels.  Nevertheless, because I have given God a blank page I go now. Will it once again become the place it was for me in times past—I don’t know. At the beginning of my journey I was excited to go back thinking it would be the last leg of my journey and the place I would settle in once again as my home. Standing at the window of my former home looking out one day praying about my journey my excitement was mounting; my thoughts went to San Diego and I smiled...God said to me, be careful, you may not have the same heart toward it as you did before…it’s not the same place you left, and neither are you.

What will my heart be like when I visit familiar places there…I can only speculate with guided expectation. I seek Him—His will is my will.

Be blessed my friends… Please pray for me as I depart on August 30, 2017.