Soar Like an Eagle
“Lord? It’s snowing and cold outside. I feel lost and alone inside. What do I do?” “Fly, my child,” my Lord responds. “Lift your head, raise your arms, close your eyes and let your spirit soar. Let it soar above…
Cathay
Not So Fast
Today I had a vision to share with a friend. She was wedged in a crevice on a steep mountain. The path which led around the mountain had fallen away at this one point; there was a gap between the…
Little Thing, Big Difference
“I feel anxious, Lord. Unsettled.” I seem to be having a hard time focusing. I feel restless and something gnawing at me, but I don’t know what it is. “That’s right,” the Lord says. “Gnawing because you have neglected to…
Live in the Present
“Turn around and look at where you have come from. Look at where you have been,” the Lord says to me early this morning. But I’m afraid to look back, afraid to see what is behind me. Afraid it will…
I Am as You Are
“Lord, I love you. I love you because you first loved me. I wouldn’t even think to love, to know you, had you not originated it,” I say as I take a moment to spend with my Lord God. I…
Be Still
“Looks like I’ve been AWOL for a while, Lord,” I say as I look at how much time has passed since my last written conversation. The truth is that’s we’ve still been doing quite a bit of talking . .…
Take Out the Trash
“Did you remember to take out the trash?” the Lord asks, all the while knowing I had not. “The trash?” I respond. “Well, good morning to you, too, Lord. Why is the trash such a big deal to be the…
Push Harder
Today, what do I say? I’m wanting to find inspiration, and to be inspirational. I’m looking for words that will be profound, entertaining and motivating. But I seem to have flat lined. Nothing appears. Maybe I’m supposed to live today…
The Line of Scrimmage
As I was finishing my shower this morning, I asked, “What do I need to know about today, Lord?” “You’ve reached the line of scrimmage,” he answered me. The line of scrimmage? I did play in the high school band…
Hidden Treasures
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…