The Lord God fashioned into a woman the rib which He had taken from the man,
and brought her to the man.
Genesis 2:22

The march.
I remember the bra burning years.
I remember thinking it was necessary.
I remember thinking it was great.
I remember pride,
and taking things into our own small hands.

The God of the universe – He created us man and woman.

We are not the same.
No matter how much we may want to be the same…
we never will be.

No laws.
No rights.
No privileges.
Nothing. Can make us the same.

Because we just aren’t.
We are created man.
We are created woman.

The world has convinced women that unless we are the ‘same’ as men we are not ‘equal’.
This is just not the truth.

It is a perversion of Gods creation plan.
His plan of balance.

If we (men and women) fulfill the roles for which God created us, we are equal.
We are equally fulfilling our purpose.

The world tells women that ‘our purpose’ isn’t good enough,
that we are invaluable as we have been created.

And woman have bought that lie. At a very high cost.
The lie that hails from the pit of hell.
The lie that has ushered in destruction…
brings me to tears,
and it brings me to anger.

Righteous anger.

Our place. Our role. Our purpose. Is beautiful.

We are the bringers of life.
We are the heart of the family.
We are the helpers.
We are the lovers.
We are the peace keepers.
We are the soft touch.
We are the silent strength.
We are the keep everything straight-ers.
We are the cheerleaders!
We are the ones that nurture, and encourage and comfort.
We are the ones that make our husbands look good,
and the ones that teach our children to be good.

We are beautiful to look upon.
We are the design of God…
He fashioned us.

And God has placed us into a position that no man can fill,
but man needs, so desperately, to have filled.

And that position has been abandoned,
and it is desolate.

We have abandoned our post. Ourselves. Our God and our men.
We have traded in our beauty for ashes.

All in the name of ‘equality’.
And really… really, this whole thing isn’t about equality at all.
It’s about ‘superiority’.
Think about it.
Get real about it.
Get honest.

Women seem to be convinced that men have been the ‘superior ones’ far too long,
and now it’s our turn. Really? Is this what we need to be ‘equal’? Our turn.
That is just wrong.
Really. Wrong.

Have you ever watched a dog chase his tail?

We are not superior to men,
and they are not superior to us.
Where did this struggle come from?
This senseless, futile battle.

God, and only God, is superior.

Men are our greatest blessing.

They are our providers.
They are our protectors.
They are our voice of calm.
They are our lovers.
They are the strength that we don’t have,
and the logic that keeps us stable.
They wait on us… and for us.
They are bold, courageous warriors.
They will lay down their life for us, and for their children.
They makes us laugh, when we feel like crying,
and they let us cry on their shoulder.
They cherish us.
They keep us,
and they keep our secrets.
They have big hearts and big hands,
that fit perfectly into the small of our backs… as they gently lead us… side by side.
They are our fearless leaders.
They love us deeply,
and deeply love.

And deep down they want us to need them, just as they need us.
And we do… women,
we need our men.

There is no shame in needing men to be who God created them to be.
There is no shame in being the women God created us to be.

But somehow… in this crazy mess called ‘feminism’ it seems that we all feel shame, and alone, and afraid, and cheated, and desperate, and confused, and lost, and frustrated, and unfulfilled, and hopeless.

This battle of the sexes.
It appears everyone is losing.

Oh, just look at how we have distorted this beautiful picture of life.
We have taken the perfect and declared that it isn’t enough.
We have taken the beautiful and decided that it is ugly.
We have taken fullness and depleted it into emptiness.

We have taken ‘our deserved’ place and disregarded our men.

In our quest to be great women, fulfilled women, independent women,
we have demanded that men relinquish their roles to us, leaving them no purpose.

And then we think them useless.

But we have made ourselves useless.
And we are about to make ourselves obsolete.

Womanhood is disappearing.
There are no graceful lines that distinguish us.
Only lines that we push one another to cross.

To get where? To what end?
What has happened?
What have we done?

We. Murder. Our. Children.
Our men’s children.
Because it’s our body… but we gave our bodies to them.
And we give them no say.
And we have no regard.
No regard.
Oh, the pain, confusion, and helplessness our men must feel.

Our men need us to be women… their devoted helpmates.
It is not good for man to be alone.
That’s God’s observation.
That’s why we are here.
Our men want us to love them, and respect them, and take care of them.
And we need our men to be men… our devoted heroes.
Whether we want to admit it or not, truth is…
we want to be pursued, and protected, and rescued.
We want our men to tell us we are beautiful, and adore us, and pamper us.

Have you ever read a fairy tale?

And we (men and women) want the same thing… to love one another, until death do us part.
That’s about as equal as we can get.

There is great freedom for those willing to be led.
There is great peace for those willing to walk in their purpose.

If we will stop.
If we will turn.
If we will stop trying to turn things.
Stop trying to redefine our roles in the quest for equality,
and embrace our purpose,
we will find equality.

Our God created equality.

We won’t find ourselves the same as men.
We won’t find ourselves doing the same things as men.
But we will find ourselves in harmony with men.
Complementing one another.
Bringing balance into our sweet, intimate, inside world,
and that balance will spill over into a bitter, undone, outside world.

The great divide lies between men and women.
And every sort of life is about to buried there.

We need to start being women again.
And love every minute of it.
We need to start allowing our men to be men again.
And love them every minute.
And when we do…
we will find peace, and love,
and safety,
and our place.
The place that God has created us to fill… at the side of a man.
And in that place we will live a life of purpose, and fulfillment, and harmony, and joy.

Singing and laughing and living the good life…
the life created  by our good, good Father.

We will find God’s created equality.
It doesn’t get more equal than that.

ps: man + woman = His equality

For as heaven is higher than earth, so My ways are higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.  Isaiah 55:9

So God created man in His own image; He created him in the image of God; He created them male and female.  Genesis 1:27

Then the LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper as his complement.”  Genesis 2:18

Don’t all of us have one Father? Didn’t one God create us? Why then do we act treacherously against one another, profaning the covenant of our fathers?  Malachi 2:10

So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, man must not separate.  Matthew 19:6




For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the world powers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens.
Ephesians 6:12

The political post battleground.
It’s quicksand.

I’ve engaged in a few post, with the purest intentions.
I’ve seen no healthy or wholesome or positive results.
I’ve not witnessed one victory.

To quote my Mom: “Most of what is being said doesn’t amount to a hill of beans.”
(if by chance our words did amount to a hill of beans… it would be a divided hill of beans)

Our words are powerful.
But using them to ‘fight’ one another cannot and will not make things different, or better.
But our words can be a source of division, and they are being just that.

Division separates us from so much more than one another.
It separates us from Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

It separates us from the truth,
it separates us from victory,
and it provides sanctuary to the enemy.

The enemy who has come to steal, kill and destroy.
– he steals our peace when we attack one another
– he kills our spirit when we push one another to the edge of defeat
– he destroys everything we love, by turning us against one another

everything. we. love.

So, I’m  determining to be a voice of hope and encouragement.
To herald the message of peace on earth, goodwill towards men.
To speak not the problem, but ‘the answer’.

The answer to all that ails us. JESUS, and Him alone.

Jesus, the Word made flesh.

‘the Word’ is a sword.
A sword that forges a path through the jungle of deception in this world.
A path that burst into the heavenlies and leads straight to the hand and heart of God.

‘the Word’ enlightens.
Envision, in our hands, a light saber piercing through the darkness,
the darkness of deceit and confusion.

If only we would embrace it, and wield it.

‘the Word’ – the weapon of truth, that yields peace… beyond understanding.
If only we would trust in the words written within, and make them our words,
fighting words,
fighting for one another words,
fighting for a nation words.

Our nation. God’s nation.
It is in Him we trust.

Don’t we?

I am a warrior.
An on my knees warrior.
A claiming the promises warrior.
A binding of evil warrior.
A loosing of victory warrior.
A surrendered warrior.
A princess warrior.

I am the warrior child of the King of kings.

He is the prince of peace and the light of the world.
The light that penetrates and destroys darkness…
giving birth to wisdom, that births understanding, that births love.

Not a human love that is limited and flawed,
but a perfect love that is righteous, and just, and always victorious.

We must encourage one another that there is a solution to our differences,
rather than condemn one another for them.

We are in the wrong battle, on the wrong battlefield, fighting the wrong enemy.

We must single out the right enemy,
And join our voices against him… and him alone.

Let us be warriors.
An army rising up.
Standing on our knees,
upon the solid foundation of the Word,
a foundation that will hold steady amidst the shifting sands of this world.

Let us be indivisible.

Let us pray for one another.
Let us pray with one another.
Praying the Word, in faith… unwavering.
Praying with all humility, yet expecting and celebrating!

One voice. One nation.
Under God

Fertile. And not barren.
Connected. And not fragmented.
Restored. And not destroyed.

From sea to shining sea.

‘the Word’ it is…
our sure foundation,
our everlasting light,
the sword that forges our path,
and it is the path.
And the path is named Jesus.

Jesus, the way, the truth, and the life.

And the warrior-way is called ‘surrender’.

Surrender. Everything.
From our hands and our heads, into His hands and His heart.

Be the peace.
Be the goodness.
Be the love.
Be truly His.

ps: be a surrendered warrior… let it begin

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.  John 10:10

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.  John 1:14

And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
Ephesians 6:17


For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.   John 3:16


Christmastime:  In the Christian tradition the Christmas season is a period beginning on Christmas Day and continues until the day before the Epiphany, which is celebrated either on January 6 or on the Sunday between January 2 and 8.

For me, the week between Christmas Eve and the New Year is the most special week of the holiday season. Actually, I think it is my favorite week of the year.

All the stress of shopping and cleaning and wrapping and cooking and going…
is gone, gone, gone.

Even though it is an anxious time, I do enjoy the preparation but when the sun sets on the most celebrated day of the year ~ it begins.

Over our thirty years of marriage we have collected a few decorations, and I truly love them. They seem to come to life when I unpack them, and I am silly I suppose, but I am really glad to ‘see them again’. After a few short weeks I find them perfectly settled into their temporary home. So I take time, when the dust has settled, to settle in and really enjoy them. Knowing that all too soon, sadly, the time will come to pack them away until another year has passed.

I survey the ornaments, remembering the story behind each and every one. This amazes my husband and children and grandchildren, but that’s how a Mom’s heart works… it has a memory all its own.

Scattered through the branches of our tree are a dozen or so of my Maw Maw’s ornaments… they must be nearing eighty-five years old by now. I think “if only some of these ornaments could tell their story of Christmastimes past”. And then I realize these inanimate objects don’t tell stories in a traditional way… they bring me into a story. Catapulting me into another time and place. And for a few moments the magic they held for me as a little girl, when I gazed at them hanging upon my Maw Maw’s tree, returns to me. It is as if I can hear the sounds of Christmastimes spent in her home. I can smell the fresh cut cedar tree, its fragrance mingled with the aroma of cookies baking. These are the music and incense of my childhood Christmastime.

It is nostalgic. It is real. It is priceless.
And I am reminded of the priceless gift that Jesus gave.

The gift of love is priceless.

Then there are the special ornaments, each one imperfectly made, by…

my Mom
my children
my grandchildren
my students
my friends

…reminding me that it is the imperfections of our humanity that makes us so vulnerable and lovable and unique and desperate for a Savior. It is our imperfections that gave reason for the birth of a perfect babe, who is the reason for this perfect season.

For in Him alone are we made perfect.

I rest my eyes upon handmade treasures – some fashioned by little hands just a few days ago, while other pieces hail from Christmastimes long, long ago.

And I am reminded that I am fashioned by the hand of God… from before the beginning of time. We all are.

The gift of love is timeless.

I wipe my eyes.
I smile.
I remember.
I dream.

A few lovely gifts are meticulously displayed under the tree and when I look upon them, I fondly think of those who thought of us. Making memories of this Christmastime in the years to come as each gift becomes incorporated into our lives.

Oh, the gift of Jesus.
The immeasurable gift… that knows no bounds, unless we bind it.

The gift of love is immeasurable.

the favorite…
the most treasured…
the ‘Nativity Scene’
It belonged to my Maw Maw and now, as then, I can stand and stare in absolute amazement of the wonder of it all. I lift my grandchildren so they may see clearly the man-made face of god laying in a manger. And I am prompted to pray that they see the heavenly face of God in every aspect of their life – to be lived in the days and years to come.

and sometimes I just sit…
* to finish off the last of the yummy treats
* to sip a coffee in one of my favorite Christmas mugs
* to make those special calls that I was too busy to make before
* to watch a Christmas movie that I missed

It is all so incredibly enjoyable!
It is all so enjoyably incredible!

When I leave the house… I know upon my return that our twinkling-sparkling lights and our wreath with its warm red bow will greet me; they welcome me home with the joy of the season.

Just as the One for whom the light shone in the heavens welcomes me when I come to Him… no matter where I am coming from.

I am comforted.
I am peaceful.

We are a blessed people. Blessed to experience God in a way that is deeply unique during this season. Embrace it. Let it linger. Rest in its beautiful presence. Rest in His presence. It is a season from which there is no escaping the truth of Him, and His great gift, and His great love, and His greatness.

A season that prompts us to…
and receive.

I have never and will never be in a hurry to pack away ‘christmas’.

So, until sometime after the dawn of the new year I will enjoy Christmastime all the more. And in the stillness I will reflect on the precious reason for the sweetest season of all… Jesus.

ps: may you be blessed this season and every season of your life… embrace them all





The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy:
I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
John 10:10 NKJV

if Jesus was…
a surprise.
a tragedy.
a surprise tragedy.

if Jesus was…
an exciting sporting event.
an annual award show.
an interesting political debate.

if Jesus was…
controversial in a politically correct way.
celebratory in an insignificant way.
completely incomplete in an unsatisfactory way.

if Jesus was…
but, He wasn’t.
He is.
that we might.

ps: JESUS just JESUS



Then if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.
2 Chronicles 7:14

God is speaking to His church.
He is saying to us ‘there are conditions to My intervention’.

We must humble ourselves…
oh Lord, help us embrace the truth that nothing is in our hands,
or in our strength,
and help us accept that it will not be our way,
and help us blaze the trail that is Your way.
This is surrender and He is calling us to it.

We must pray…
on our knees and on our feet,
at work and at rest,
from the heart, and not the head,
with expectation, and not desperation.
This is faith and He is calling us to it.

We must seek His face…
not answers,
for He is our answer.
This is devotion and He is calling us to it.

We must turn from our wicked ways…
stop condoning those things that are abominations to Him,
but stand firmly on His ordinances and statutes and precepts and commandments and law.
This is repentance and He is calling us to it.

All must be done…
above our desires,
above our thoughts,
above our compassion,
above all.

For there is not one Word written that is not for today.
For He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

In this ever-changing world the One that does not change has spoken.

If we are humble. If we pray. If we seek Him. If we turn.

He will forgive us and He will restore our land.

This is holiness and He is calling us to it.

ps:  answer His call



All things were created through Him, 
and apart from Him not one thing was created 
that has been created.

John 1:3 HCSB

Our God is diverse.
He created earth in complete and beautiful diversity.

There is land and there is sea.

Red clay,
white sand,
rich soil,
and solid rock.

Sparkling waters,
muddy waters,
rushing and still waters,
salty waters and fresh waters.

One is not greater than the other. One is not complete without the other.

Our creator God.

There is man and woman.
There is black and white and red and yellow.

created in His image

Did He plan our absolute uniqueness?
Or is it that we cannot be anything but unique?
Our differences tirelessly endless because He is endless.

and He is tireless
and He is long-suffering

Our creator God.

We are the fruit of His desire.
His harmony and melody and song.
His plan is woven together by the threads of diversity.
We are a tapestry of His love – we are the art of heaven.

Diversity is not the cause of division.
The enemy of this world is the cause of division.
And he is on mission: to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.

Oh, how he wants to convince us of the lie that diversity is cause for hate and injustice.
Beware of the tools he uses to divide us in order to destroy us and steal our peace.
Theirs are not the words in which we are to adhere or trust.
But we must cling to and stand boldly on the Word of God… which instructs us rightly.

Our creator God,
with Your words you created all things.

The words of man cannot destroy what God has created.
but they can pollute and twist…
and the fruit will rot on the vine, and the song will never be sung.

United we can stand forever.
Divided we most surely fall.

We were created diversely to be united… in Him.

Our creator God.

You are majestic.
You are almighty.
You are diverse.

You are three Gods in one – the Father, the Spirit, and the Son.

ps:  we are the art of heaven



What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.  Mark 10:9

It’s the thirtieth one.
How can that be?
Wasn’t it just yesterday?
I mean… I’m thinking about the time.
The time we brought our last baby home.
The time we moved.
The time we bought our first car.
The time we fought for three days but still kissed goodnight.
The time we couldn’t take our eyes off of each other,
and the time after that, and the time after that.
The time we spent at the ballpark, the gym, the football and soccer fields.
The time we spent watching plays and recitals and concerts.
The time we held hands until morning… for the first time.
The time we talked until morning and the time we did that again, and again.
The time Santa brought a puppy,
and the time Daddy brought home kitties to catch the mice.
The time we laughed so hard we wept.
The time we wept so hard we longed to laugh.
The time we went to church and invited Jesus into our lives.
The time we knew that eternity was ours… together forever and ever.
The time we promised each other for better or for worse.
The time we declared until death do us part.
It’s been a good life.
It’s been a lifetime.
We’ve built a life.
We’re still building.
We’ve got time.

ps:  i love you




In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
Romans 8:26

My Lord is watching.
My Lord is calling.

He is compelling me to prayer.

Oh, my heart be still.
Oh, my heart be silent.

That I may hear.
Hear His words.

I find myself in a vast ocean,
it is named ‘His Love’.

I am in deep waters,
so very deep.


I am crushed in the heaviness.
I am broken.
He is using my pieces to build His prayers.

In the silence of the deep I hear all.
And yet, I hear nothing.

My words are inadequate.
His words are almighty.

I am desperate.
Desperate for Him.
And in my desperation, I surrender all.

I am ever so still.
And yet, I am moving.

I am overwhelmed by His presence.
I am overwhelmed with peace.
I am overwhelmed with prayer.

I cry out.

with words…
words that calm the storm and the sea
words that heal and raise the dead
words that call and save and forgive

God is speaking.
And His voice moves across my trembling lips.
And His words are moving mountains.

My Lord, You have swallowed me up.
Buried me in your Spirit.
You have Risen.

I am Yours.
You are mine.

I was.
You are… the great I AM.

ps:  desire to be overwhelmed


muddy flood water 3

For the religion of these people is worthless.
They cut down a tree in the forest, and a craftsman makes it into an idol with his tools.
Jeremiah 10:3 NET

When muddy flood waters cover a beautiful land,
the land is tainted, marred and mangled.
Her beauty is hidden… and sometimes stripped forever.
Eventually the muddy waters recede.
The residue alone remains.

I’ve seen it written so many times.
I hear it spoken so many days.

the residue of religion


void of…


I don’t see Jesus.
I don’t hear Jesus.

I see the misled.
I see the misleaders.

I hear the scripture quotes.
I hear the rote prayers.
I hear the false teaching.

perfect images.
pomp and circumstance.

lost and deceived
wandering hopelessly in a false hope

shattered lives
lives entrusted to…
lives encrusted in…

the residue of religion

I hear talk of man.
I hear men talk.

Where is the voice of God?

Not in Bible verses meticulously memorized and perfectly recited.
Not in traditional theology or eloquent statements of faith.
Not in religious stances arrogantly preached but never practiced.

the residue of religion

religion never set anyone free.
religion never ensured peace.
religion never saved anyone.
religion never found anyone.
religion never forgave anyone.
religion never comforted anyone.
religion never granted calm.
religion never made anyone strong.
religion never loved anyone.
religion never remembered anyone.
religion never won eternal life for anyone.

no… not any
no… not one

the residue of religion

the great deception.
the great destruction.
the great flood of man.

An entrapment of souls.
An imprisonment of eternity.

where is…
HIS plan?

the plan of relationship…
with God
in Jesus
through the Holy Spirit

where is…

it does not lie in the decrees of doctrine.
it is not contained within cathedral walls.
it is not written in the statutes of man.

it lies on a blood stained cross.
it is contained in an empty tomb.
it is written in the Word of God.

The Doctrines.
The Teachings.
The Practices.

They tell me that Jesus isn’t enough.
They tell the world that Jesus isn’t enough.

How can it be known that He is MORE than enough, when He isn’t known.
The truth is buried in the mire and muck of religion, only the residue remains.

The beauty and mystery of faith, hope and love…
unashamedly used as a platform for power, fear and correctness.

Religion tried to keep me from Jesus
but Jesus said no… the Word washed the residue away.

He came to me.
He will come to you.
Just ask Him.

ps:  let the Word wash over your life

The Spirit of the Lord is on Me, because He has anointed Me to preach good news to the poor.He has sent Me to proclaim freedom to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to set free the oppressed.  Luke 4:18 HCSB ~ words in red

So, do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.  Matthew 6:34 NASB ~ words in red

For God did not send His Son into the world that He might condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through Him.  John 3:17 HCSB

For the Son of man has come to save the lost. Matthew 18:11 HCSB ~ words in red

Brothers, listen! We are here to proclaim that through this man Jesus there is forgiveness for your sins.  Acts 13:38 NLT

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort.  2 Corinthians 1:3 NASB

He got up, rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Silence! Be still!” The wind ceased, and there was a great calm.  Mark 4:39 HCSB

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.  Philippians 4:13 NKJV

Before the Passover Festival, Jesus knew that His hour had come to depart from this world to the Father. Having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end.  John 13:1 HCSB

Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom!” And He said to him, “I assure you: Today you will be with Me in paradise.”  Luke 23:42-43 HCSB

This is eternal life: that they may know You, the only true God, and the One You have sent—Jesus Christ.  John 17:3 HCSB



Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and wondrous things you do not know. Jeremiah 33:3

When I am afraid.
When I’ve been wronged.
When I feel defeated.
When I am hurting.

I want someone to know.
Anyone. Everyone.
I don’t want to be alone in this.

And yet, in all honesty, what I truly want
-what we all truly want-
is to be validated.

We are validated by agreement.

we want to feel…
partnered in our unforgiveness
pitied in our circumstance
justified in our bitterness
righteous in our anger

and if we tell…
a close friend
a family member
a prayer partner
a total stranger

more than likely…
with the purest intent
words of agreement will spew forth
and validation will spill out all over our lives
and we will feel empowered

This is deception.

We don’t need a listener who will speak the ‘truth’ we seek.
We need a listener who is the truth… the truth that seeks us.

We need a Holy Listener
I need my Holy Listener

In the deepest recess of my being.
He sees the truth of me.
He speaks to that truth.
In love.
In love my Holy Listener speaks truth to me.

And about me.

When I turn to you… I have turned from Him.
I have turned away from holiness.
And I have stepped onto the wrong path – hand in hand with the wrong one.

I have derailed myself.
Robbed myself of an intimate bond with Him.
Forfeited entrance to the place where all my secrets are already known by Him.
The place where He desires to reveal me to me.
I have not allowed myself to be drawn ~ not only to Him ~ but into Him.

When the Holy One invites us into the Holy of Holies
-and it is a standing invitation-
that He may listen,
that He may speak,
that we may come into agreement with Him,
and we ignore the invitation…
this is tragedy
tragedy that vibrates throughout eternity.

but when we say “Lord, here I am ~ I am coming to You”
sharing a dream or a devastation: He meets us with goodness

At His feet.
Before the Mercy Seat.
I allow myself to be found.
The most vulnerable me.

And the truth that seeks me
I find me… in Him.

My Holy Listener.
He speaks with me.

This is prayer.

ps:  be found at His feet