Kisses and Coffee

My True North A tribute to My God Oh God you are the morning star.  My true north, that keeps my heart straight.  You are my anchor when my boat is out to sea,  and the tempest rises and falls violently.  Although my ship may break apart in pieces,  you are there, walking upon the waves, and You come to me.  I'm never alone in the  darkest of nights.  Nor in the bright and glorious morn.  You are constant, never far off.  You always hear my cry and never fail to answer. You came to me in the dark of the night when I couldn't even  see  my hand before my eyes. The silence of  nighttime  on the oceans of life  can be lonely and still.  But You are there;  S tirring up the seas  and bringing forth motion,  purpose, and destiny. You ride upon the wind that is blind to me. Your spoken word can crumble nations, or cause them to stand when outnumbered. Who can know the power of God Almighty?    Who can understand such

Psalm 24:8 Who is this King of glory?  The Lord strong and mighty,  The Lord mighty in battle. He will go to battle for you, He will be the lifter of your head;  He is the Lord, strong and mighty. Who can go up to Gods' holy mountain? Only those with clean hands and pure hearts.  You belong, yes you have a place. I want to move you into the beautiful mansion I have built and prepared for you. I await your homecoming, I long to walk you through that door of everlasting love. However my child you must know, that although you are mine, you have to choose me. I am God, I cannot allow you to have other gods before me. Put away those idols from your life, destroy them! You may think they bring power and happiness and you may not even know they are idols so ask me, I will tell you. When you taste what I have, you will know and want only gifts that satisfy, My gifts! "You see, the world only offers that which produces an insatiable hunger, one that can ne

Standing on Holy Ground  I am seeking Your face, will I find you? Will You, the true and living God allow me  to see your face? And if you did, could I actually stand in your presence? It is Holy Ground,  I am not worthy to be in your presence;  yet you call me to boldly seek your face. Seek, Seek, Seek... Seek and ye shall find... Will I find you oh God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob? Will I see you as clearly in my heart as King David?  Ah yes David; He was a man after my heart and even though he sinned against me greatly by taking Bathsheba and plotting her husbands annihilation, he repented. I am not a God that I should lie, forgiveness is always, always granted when my children ask, and their  repentance comes out of a grieving, sorrowful heart.  David knew there was something more than the arc of your presence, he wanted more. After the death of his son, and when forgiveness came, he threw off the garments of sackcloth and worshipped before you. So how do I stand b

Mark Off Your Land Mark off your land. Yes! Mark it off, walk the four corners of your heart and don't give place to the enemy. Ephesians 4:26-27 tells us this; "Be angry, and do not sin": do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give place to the devil."  The word "place" is the Greek word topos, and refers to a specific, marked-off, geographical location. I so need to fully understand that the devil, and there is a devil; is just looking for any little crack to enter through. A crack that pulls apart the land of my heart and gives him an entrance on to the property; the very property of my heart. Ahhh, I hate that; just the thought of him stepping on my land... I need to know!  What exactly happens? How does the land crack open? Well, l et me tell you;  I live in Texas on an acre of land where the soil is clay; and by August, after days and days of dry hot  weather with little to no rain; we see huge cracks in the ground. It starts with

Good Gifts There are gifts I've been given that were never bought or paid for in the marketplace. One such gift appeared right before me as I sat on the porch weeping. I had just finished reading a chapter in "The Shack." I had come to a point in the story that broke a dam of tears I had locked away since I was very small. The tears were unstoppable, and although I didn't understand where they were coming from "HE" did. Then out of seemingly nowhere, lands this beautiful little bird with all the colors of the rainbow adorning his sweetness. I knew in that instant God had given me a very special gift, a good gift and Instinctively knew this bird was a painted bunting, not seen by many. I do not think it was coincidence that I had just been reading in "The Shack" where the bird lighted on the windowsill while God was in the kitchen (He always seems to have that special way of letting us know it's Him). Peace swept over my whole b

My daughters' bring me rocks when they go places! These beautiful rocks are from Haiti There is an old hymn that goes like this "On Christ the solid rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand." I believe more than ever the ground all around us is sinking and we need to find the "Rock" to stand on. I know when I am standing on a rock , it is solid and unmovable. When walking on the sand in Kauai I found myself sinking and fell to the ground, in my wedding dress! It was not stable ground and  is a very good picture of what can happen when we get off the firm foundation of trusting God.    Matthew 7:24-25 "Therefore whoever hears these sayings of mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house..." and I love what happened next. "... and it did not fall for it was founded on the r

The Doorway An encounter with God is supernatural. It produces a passionate search, accompanied by so much joy, that the cares of this world seem so insignificant.  No circumstance can stand up to the Almighty's presence in the supernatural life of a born again believer that is full of Gods Spirit. Once we experience this power (Gods power in us) we'll never be the same. This is an account of how I arrived at that place of decission. It was a doorway God designed just for me. It was so ornate, but obviously worn and weathered. It was adorned with objects, some rusty, some faded, all had changed from their original beauty; but still it held my attention with its magnificence. When I looked at this doorway for the very first time I gasped, "Oh My." It was so unique, so exquisite and yet had the appearance of having been standing there for a very long period of time. "Please" I asked, "Tell me about this" "This my dear is the doorway