My Reflection In His Eye...

My best friend has been telling me about a show called Touch. I didn't watch it until a couple days ago because I had enough shows I was watching and didn't need to get hooked on anything else. Then I noticed it was on Netflix, so I started watching while putting away laundry and I must admit, I didn't want to go anywhere. Instead I wanted to put my jammies back on, crawl into bed and watch the whole series in one sitting. The show is good, but that's not necessarily what got me hooked. More than being well written and produced, it is a phenomenal soundtrack for a conversation with God. The premise of the show is there is a kid who won't speak or interact with people and the system keeps try

Unfathomable Love

I wonder what it would have been like the day Christ took off His heavenly garments and entered the womb of a woman as an embryo. I can't even fathom what "heavenly garments" are, but as I think about it those are the only words that seem to begin to describe something God would wear. I think of passages in the Old Testament where people had the terrifyingly wonderful privilege of actually seeing God. I think of Ezekiel who saw God, and just the description of His throne denotes a grandeur that, when thought about, literally leaves me breathless. God is described as glowing and with a halo all around him like a rainbow shining through on a rainy day. His beauty so great, Ezekiel feel down in

Drawing Faith From Mary's Story

A couple years ago I had the opportunity to play Mary in a Christmas musical, and through the process of preparing for the performance, my heart grew closer to God's. I hadn't even planned on auditioning because I literally hadn't been on stage for fifteen years. Because of some things that had happened and wounds that had been left unhealed in my heart, the idea of the vulnerability that comes with any performance was the farthest thing from my mind. But God knew what I needed... A friend was going to audition so I, on a whim, got the monologues and from the first moment I read Mary's part, something in me knew this was meant for me. It was actually scary how connected I felt to and how b

Faked & Forced

A couple days ago I wrote a post about my heart's wonderings about what heaven would have been like in anticipation of Jesus entering the womb of a young girl. Was there a commotion at the thought of The Most High becoming a helpless zygote? That little rambling of a post was birthed out of a very precious and sacred time I had with God. He never ceases to amaze me with how involved He is in the details of my life. How He has all the days of my life recorded, not just the "good" things, but the major screw ups too. And somehow, when I place my heart before Him and remember I am His daughter and He is in me, He works it all for my good. That in itself is just baffling. Well, Monday was one

Did Heaven Make A Sound...

This morning I started a new Bible reading plan for Advent that looked at Elizabeth & Zacharias and how their faith played a roll in the birth of The Messiah. That got me wondering what heaven was like before the birth of Jesus over 2,000 years ago. I started to wonder how all these events affected the world we never see. When Mary was pregnant did the angels quietly hover over her like an overprotective sibling; watching her every move and making sure no harm came to her? And when she did stumble, because she lived in a fallen world, did they want to catch her every time? Would The Father have to remind them that although she is chosen, it will not be easy. She must walk the route before

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