Karen's Crossing~~~A Special Chair

Thank you Lord for today's sermon and the added blessings You put in this day for me.     Luv, Karen

Indeed it was a very special day in church as my gang and I selfishly and proudly took up the entire back row of chairs or "pew" as I want to call it. Even the special chair at the end of the pew designed just for me was filled. 

Arriving earlier than even the preacher we were able to capture the remembrance of the occasion with a group photo shot. However, what this grandma hopes is that each grandchild who was there will capture in their hearts the memories of going to church with grandma. 

Memories of the music sang, words spoken and feelings captured as we worshipped the Lord in many ways. Also laying hold of the memory of the Coleman camping chair that for the last four years had found its way into a sanctuary of color coded maroon chairs. The chair grandma had to use just to be able to sit in church comfortably with her bone cancer. A chair with arms to help me up and down and a cushion to absorb the pain in my spine and pelvis. 

My continued prayer is that each will know that whether there is pain in the "offering" they still need to come and worship God. It doesn't matter if the pain is from losing their grandma to cancer or a relationship gone bad or a fractured leg or finance issues we need to find ways to come and worship. For me and my cancer it was testing out camping chairs that would do the trick for me to worship God each Sunday in the church. 

Last thing to burn into our memories for the day would have to be the words of the sermon given. Words of encouragement letting us know how much God loves His children. It was stressed that whenever we bring joy to our Heavenly Father it is worship and being in His presence brings on that joy. A type of joy that overflows on to us as well and strengths our spiritual needs. 

Sitting in that sanctuary are many 'special' chairs. Each designed for us personally with our name on it. Each made for our special needs. They are not designed as thrones for us to rule from but as special chairs designed to be in God's presence absorbing His love for us.  

It would do us well to enter that presence and claim the special chair at the end of the pew. The place where hope, strength, love, forgiveness and so much more is found. 

Copyright 2015 Karen J Gillett at Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing. 

Praise The Lord for Elastic

**what I wrote 10 years ago about this contraption

 

Praise the Lord for Elastic

 

Preparation for the county fair was being made. Over in one area of the room a girl quietly worked on her dress that needed to be fixed. Suddenly without warning she could be heard shouting "Praise the Lord for elastic!" as her dress was finally repaired. The simplest little thing such as elastic once installed could do wonders for the world of sewing. Little do people realize just what a wonder it is in the spiritual world as well.

 

Often in life's struggles we find ourselves on the verge of breaking. Once during a struggle I was having I found myself on that verge of breaking, something that was soon turned into what I called that "urge to break." I was tired, I had no strength, I wanted to crack or break and get it all over with. That was my solution to facing my problem, "break and get it over with." Unfortunately the Lord had different plans and ideas than I did, he wasn't going to let me break. It seemed like every time I turned around, every time I was close to that breaking point he would slip in what I soon started to call "elastic" and bounce me right back together where I belonged. Whether it be a unexpected phone call from a friend that I hadn't heard from in years, or a letter in the mail, or a sermon on Sunday that seemed like the minister prepared solely for me.

 

It was interesting how the Lord had my attention; my thoughts were on Him how he wouldn't let me break. To remind myself of what the Lord was doing in my life I glued a piece of elastic between two clothespins, which I carried with me wherever I went. Whenever times got rough and I had that urge to want to break I would take out my clothespins and bend the two of them down. Over and over again as I watched them snapped back in place due to the elastic it indeed reminded me of what God was doing for me. Little did I know at the time, but that clothespin contraption was helping me to focus on the Lord not on my situation.

 

At first it made me kind of angry at God that He wouldn't let me break so I could "get it over with." However, now that that particular struggle has passed I'm glad that He kept me in place. That He had better faith in me than I did in myself. What a comfort to know that that piece of elastic is still there, still full of plenty of stretch to get me thru the next trial in my life. I saw my friend's names that helped me thru my struggle on that piece of elastic, God's name was on it. Time and time again I thought about how I would like to have my name on someone's piece of elastic, to be that thing in their lives that snaps them back in to place so they won't break.

 

Kind of like a teacher running her nails across the chalk board making such a horrible sound that all attention was on her in fear of her doing it again, the Lord had gotten my attention. I began to look up scriptures that showed me that He was there and how it was not meant for me to crack. In Psalms 34:18 it says, "the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." How interesting, that's why He was always so quick to respo0nd at those breaking point moments in my life. He was right there all along ready to slip in that piece of elastic where ever needed. Yes, He proved over and over again that He was close to the brokenhearted and because of this He is able to save someone like myself who was indeed crushed in spirit. When we are brokenhearted we need someone close, someone standing watch over us 24 hours a day, who is better qualified than God himself.

 

In Psalms 37:23,24 it says, "If the Lord delights in a man's way, He makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord uphold him with His hand." I'm sure the Lord doesn't always delight in the way we are going, the paths, and the messes we find ourselves in. However He does delight in our truly seeking Him, seeing our hearts going the right way. For it's not our circumstances around us that have to be on track but our hearts within us. When our hearts are the way they need to be the Lord will make our steps firm.

 

God doesn't say He will straighten out our steps, or make it so there isn't so many steps, or fix it so all stepping is done on level ground. He says He will make them firm so although we often stumble in life there is no way we will fall thanks to the Lord. Like an infant holding on to his parents hands, although his steps aren't always firm ones, as long as he holds on to mom or dad's hands he will not fall. The Lord has got us by the hand to see us thru the areas that are dark and rocky in our lives. How foolish would it be to let go of the hand that keeps us upright, that keeps us from falling, that keeps us from getting off the path we need to stay on.

 

Both these verses kind of lead towards the verse found in Psalm 125:1 where it says, "Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever."  Here we have the Lord coming to the rescue of the brokenhearted, close by those who are crushed in spirit. What does He do there, He makes their steps much firmer and He holds them by the hand so that they won't fall. The results? We become like a mountain that can't be shaken but (and this part I truly love) endures forever.

 

We are too precious to the Lord, He doesn't want to see us break. Protecting His treasure, His valuables, He finds ways to sneak in that bit of elastic in our lives that we need to keep us from falling, or being shaken. Allowing us to endure forever. Where is "forever" spent? With Christ if properly followed the one who cared enough to get our attention. Slipping in the wonder of elastic or as some have put it the beauty of love. No different than the valuables in our lives that wouldn't want to break, as God's valuables (and we all are) He doesn't want to see us break either.

 

Praise the Lord for elastic, Hallelujah for such a love!

Thank you God for making me, "your valuable."

 

 

© 2003 Karen J. Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

2012 revise for God is my help book

 

In Udder Words ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~God Is Real

Train your eyes to see evidence of God’s presence instead of looking for confirmation of His absence.  Wayne Corderio

 

In a powerfully inspiring sermon on Sunday our youth minister spoke about making an appointment with God. He challenged the congregation to look for ways to come into the presence of God, to feel Him there, to know in their hearts He is near, that He is real.

 

In other words he was challenging us to train our eyes to see evidence of God’s presence. Too often we are looking for the confirmation of His absence instead of the evidence that He is near. We grumble about the things going on around us and say, “If God was only here. Why did God abandon us?” instead of looking for the evidence He was there all along. All along being our support thru the worse of tragedies.

 

Mary and Martha in the Bible pulled this very thing when their brother Lazarus died. The minute Jesus arrived they jumped on Him for not being there to prevent Lazarus from dying. “If only you were here!” They both said to Him. God didn’t abandon them. He was there all along with His love for them and the plans still in place He had for them.

 

Bad things happen to good people, it’s just the way it is whether we want to accept it or not. God is real, we need to lean in to Him and look for His presence. It’s important to make a daily appointment with God to meet up with Him to mix and mingle with Him. Doing it frequently enough that we get to know Him as He gets to know us. We have no problem doing this with our friends, co-workers, the beauty parlor, the doctor’s office, why not God.

 

Right this very moment God loves us. The very God of the universe, the Creator of the atmosphere, the designer of how the ocean comes and goes loves us. Wow. That doesn’t mean a million dollars in unmarked bills, or the perfect health, or wedded bliss, or everything we ever wanted. It means He cares, we mean something to Him.  He has a plan for us that will take us into eternity with Him. He is preparing a place for us in the highest places of Heaven. We may have to suffer a little on earth but not for all eternity because God has given us a place in which to come in to. A place full of His presence where no appointments are necessary, the place called Heaven.

 

Until that time in which our room is ready we still need to be making appointments to spend time with the Lord. We don’t need bright lights to show He is present with us this very moment, we don’t need angels announcing His arrival, or chariots of fire showing up to take us to Him for the day. What we need is the willingness to take the time to come into God’s presence. We can do that thru the reading of the Bible, prayer, or simply talking to God as if He was sitting right across the table from us. It is from there or any place that we can chat with Him about our frustrations, share our accomplishments and joys, cry over our fears, laugh over our shortcomings and goofy moments in life.

 

The evidence is there that God is present, just look, feel, and absorb. However, is there proof on the other side where can God say the same about us? Does He see evidence of our presence with Him in spirit, in our choices, in our attitudes, and every day living? If not we need to do something about that, its time to show up to our own appointment with God. The appointment book works both ways.

 

God is real. God is present. God is there. He has a personality that we really need to get to know. Did you make your appointment with Him today? Do it now.

 

 

© 2013 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing       In Udder Words Tuesday

 

 

 

Molting or Plucking

He will cover you with His feathers. He will shelter you with His wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Psalm 91:4 NLT





Many times I have read this verse in Psalm 91 but for some reason this time around when I read it the word “feather” jumped out at me. I instantly thought of the days when people were tarred and feathered. Don’t ask me why but I did. Turning to Google I searched for information regarding this horrible act.




It was stated that back before the late nineteenth century people took it upon themselves to punish other people by tarring and feathering them when they didn’t do what they thought they should. For example a Skipper of a boat was once tarred and feathered by a group of women in Massachusetts because he refused to aid seamen in distress. Truly it was used as an act of physical punishment of unofficial justice and revenge. For a time it was a legal punishment used in England and later used in extralegal demonstrations in the American colonies and the United States until the late 19th century.




As I found out it was an act of revenge and people taking the law into their own hands. What a praise it is that the feathers that the Lord covers us with is something that is totally different. It’s not an act of punishment, revenge, or unofficial justice. It is done for our protection out of love to create a shelter or hiding place for us. It’s not done to label us a bad person but to show how much God really cares about us.



With the Lord instead of being tarred and feathered as we really deserve because of our sins we are covered with feathers out of love. One feather at a time the Lord’s love covers over us. His faithful promises are our armor and protection. We get the choice to keep those feathers on us and snuggle into them or pluck them out one by one. Plucking them out by our attitudes, actions, and choices we make in life.



Recently our chickens have been losing their feathers on their backs. When asked what could be the cause of that, many people told us they are molting. It something chickens do once a year as they lose their old feathers and grow new ones. One chicken farmer asked us right off, “Do you have a rooster in with the hens?” When we answered yes he knew immediately the cause of the lost feathers was the rooster picking on the hens.



Its one thing to molt once a year to get rid of the old feathers in order to grow the new but a totally different practice to pluck them out ourselves. We need to ask ourselves, “Which are we doing? Are we molting or plucking. Are we getting rid of the old in order for the new to grow or just simply eliminating the blanket of protection God offers us through His promises.



In Romans 12:1 we are told to renew our minds, other scriptures tell us to get rid of the old sinful practices we once did and take on the new attitude of Christ. It’s a practice that needs to happen more than once a year. We are the ones who get to choose whether we will accept God’s shelter in the feathery comfort of His soft promises or pluck out what we don’t want to hear and try to build our own feathered bed to lie on.



Try as we might it will never compare to what God has to offer us. Molting or plucking? I’d rather molt if it means getting rid of the old in order to make room for the new, the new in Christ.



Our hostess for this mini-series through Psalm 91 is Twinkle Mom who will be sharing on her blog, SunflowerFaith. Fly on over there and share with others what the scripture today means to you.

Painting a Picture of God

Recently a young girl I know who is struggling with trying to find herself said that if she found worth in herself then maybe she wouldn't need drugs. My heart cries out for her and so does Jesus'. As I think about things I wanted to share with her I thought of this piece I wrote six years ago for an online Christian magazine that was called "Reflections."

For you my sweet one, God can be this to you as well:


Lift your eyes and look to the heavens, who created all these. He who brings out the starry host and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength not one of them is missing. (Isaiah 40:26 NIV)



For those of us who are fortunate enough to be able to view the starry sky at night, it’s an awesome thing. Billions of stars sparkling in the night, too many to count, yet God reassures us that not a star is missing thanks to His great power and mighty strength. No different than the stars are the billions of people on earth that God is aware of, each and every one, present company included. Imagine that; He not only has every star accounted for but He gives surety to me that He even has the hairs on my head numbered.


Looking down at my hairbrush full of hairs, one day I began to ask myself, “I know what I mean to God but Who is God to me?” As my imagination took flight, I began to color in the picture already in my mind of Who God was to me. As I quietly searched through my heart full of memories, thoughts and feelings collected over the years, the picture began to form and became more colorful with each thought.


The reflection over the years showed God often being the source of my laughter when the world left me crying. The disciplinarian I needed when life was telling me it was okay to misbehave. A teacher ready with lessons and pop quizzes for me to learn when the world didn’t care if I ever was educated, pushing me with His determination and pulling me with His love. Forever watching over me on a daily basis, being the first to notice my tears and the last to leave my side as He counted each tear and paid attention to my sobs.


Truly loving me when I didn’t feel lovable, hugging me when I needed to be held. Working hard at reminding me that He was there for me as He sent notes in the form of rainbows, deer, a grasping hand, a warm smile for me to read. Definitely big enough to be Lord of all the earth yet small enough to fit in my heart if I would let Him. The battery pack that kept me going when my weak spirit told me I needed to quit and give up. Leaving me in awe over how much faith He had in me when I had none in myself.


A listening ear when I needed Him the most, Someone Who never ignored the sound of me knocking at His door no matter when it was, a true Shepherd who cares for the needs of His sheep even when they tend to wander. A patient parent willing to adopt me into His family, being understanding when I didn’t understand and my first words as a child were, “Why me, Daddy, why me?” When I couldn’t walk, He took the time to carry me, guiding me to where I needed to be once I was able to stand on my own.


He’s the glue that holds me together when I start to fall apart; a healer, someone I can trust, a wonderful artist, a creative friend who is unseen at times but never far away; the forgiver of my faults, even those that are hidden to the world. Praise the Lord that because of His great power and mighty strength, He’s allowed me to spigot in to where I can’t be shaken. I’m supplied with a spirit of power, not timidity, making me able to overcome life’s challenges and be a victor instead of a victim.


Satan is the one that has to listen to me instead of me paying attention to his lies. I leave my heart readily available to God’s Truth, a worthy resource of genuineness and grace available the day I lifted my eyes to the Heavens and invited the Lord into my life, where I could seek Him with all of my heart and be obedient to His will out of my love for Him.


God is not a Santa Claus, grandfather figure-in-the-sky, giving me all that I ask for. But He is a true Father who cares for His children, holding tightly to the inheritance He anxiously waits to give me some day, as He builds my eternal home in Heaven while I work on assembling our relationship together here on earth.


There I had it. The picture I was looking for: Who God was to me. Without a doubt, I matter to Him and He matters to me. Because of His great authority and impressive vigor, not a virtue is missing and my love for Him continues to grow, as I know His love for me does as well.


Again, Who is God to Me? Everything I could ever hope for and all I could ever need!


© 2006 by Karen J. Gillett

One love, Two outlets

“When you love the unloving, you get a glimpse of what God does for you.” Max Lucado

There seems to be two kinds of people in this world. Well maybe more than two kinds but for today’s quote let’s say “two kinds.” People who think of themselves as extremely loveable and those who don’t think anyone could possibly love them at all. For both species of human beings they have their eyes on themselves when their focus should be elsewhere. Instead they should be keeping their eye on the true target of God, the one who can love anyone in spite of their shortcomings.


To most people it’s a hard thing to love the unloveable as they don’t seem to care if they are loved or not. Although the unlovable won’t admit it they have put more condtions on their love than any one could possibly imagine. After attempting to love the unlovable we frequently throw up our hands and say, “I give up!”


Praise the Lord God isn’t that way. When Christ hung on the cross He didn’t throw up His hands to say “I give up, these people are way to unloving to be loveable.” No instead He threw up His hands to say, “I love you whether you think you are loveable or not.”

The important thing we need to do is remember that each of us in spite of personality flaws is loveable in God’s sight. Its something He has chosen to extend to us and in spite of the difficulty of it, we need to extend it to others.


All of us in our own ways are unloveable but that is what makes love so wonderful. It looks passed the unloveable characteristics to love anyway as God loves us. How dare we keep God’s love for us to ourselves and not pass it on to the next unlovable person in need of Christ’s love in their life.


Let’s change two kinds of people into two kinds of love. The kind of love Christ gives to us and the kind of love we can pass on to others. If you stop and look when the two are mixed together there really is only one kind with two outlets, heaven and our heart.


Praise the Lord God found a way to love us and we can find a way to love others too. Being loved by God is not a license to be rude, indifferent, disobedient, and disrespectful because after all He says He loves the unlovable. No, it’s an opportunity to give back what we don’t owe out of love ourselves to someone who cares enough to love us first.


One love, two outlets. God in Heaven and God in our hearts.

© 2011 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

My latest book I have contributed to

Yesterday in the mail I got a copy of my third book I have contributing writing in. Its a Devotional book put out by Bethany House by Gary Chapman called "Love is a verb." My piece falls on November 8th. Its so exciting to be a part of this. The devotion I wrote talked about how although I was diagnosed with cancer God's love for me was still forever enduring and I can be too if I allow Him to continue to work in my life.


As I recently told my team of chemo nurses who watch over me, "having cancer has a way of humbling you and making you trust in God even more. It does me well sometimes to remind myself that I may have cancer but cancer doesn't have to have me."


Thanks everyone for your support and encouragement with my writing as well as my new found disease.


Karen

Karen's Crossings Her not Me

Recently at a funeral of a local farmer killed in an accident my niece Stephanie had one of her seizures she frequently has. As I knelt nearby in support of her and my sister I began to cry as I watched her go through the motions I once did when I had seizures. Part of the tears that surfaced was tears from a longing to see her cured as I was cured.


However, the majority of the tears this time were from something I remembered her saying to me nine months ago. Just before Christmas when I was diagnosed with breast and bone cancer she revealed to me her recent prayers. “Aunt Karen,’ she said. ‘I have been praying for you to be cured of your breast cancer. I told God it was okay to hold off on curing me if it freed Him up enough to cure you Aunt Karen.”


The tears that flowed then are still flowing as I think about what she was saying. Although she has been dominated by seizures most of her life she was willing to set that aside to see me cured of my breast cancer. Her request to the Lord was, “Her not Me.” It was a precious thought that demonstrated her love for me in a very large way.


As I remained at her side while her seizure completed its course I thought of how wonderful it is to know there is enough of God to go around for everyone to love and enjoy. He is bigger than we think and more powerful than we could ever realize. He doesn’t have to hold off curing one person in order to be able to heal another. It’s not up to us to know why one person manages to get cured of their disease while another struggles with theirs. All that matters is our love and faith in the one who is capable of healing, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ


This week my niece is going in to the hospital again to have her seizures monitored in hopes of finding the cure needed to free her from her disease. During this time let us lock our shields of faith together and lift her before the Lord as we pray without ceasing for God to wrap His loving arms around her. That He will hold her there in loving protection as He works out His will in her life.

October is breast cancer awareness month. Let’s make it also the month of awareness of God and the greatness of His power and the depth of His love.


I love you Steph! I love you Jesus!


**This is a scarf I made in 2010 for Breast Cancer awareness month. Who would have known the next year I would be adding my own name. Trust, its all about trust. No one knows what the futures hold.

Right Fruit in the Right Basket

“ We need to learn how to keep people through love. Despite imperfections, sins, and irritating habits of other Christians, they belong to Jesus and they need our love as a healthy climate for growth.” ~ John Wimber


Looking back at my younger years in my spiritual life I can remember being a real basket case. Instead of a basket full of the fruit of the spirit I seemed to have a basket full of imperfections and flaws. In love, the church took me in and housed me until I was mature enough to go out on my own to face life as a Christian. In other words they loved me through until I was able to go through on my own.


My part to play in the whole ordeal was to take that love and use it as strength in which to grow in not as an excuse to stay weak. Indeed I could remain the basket case I was full of faults and mistakes or I could use their patience and love as an opportunity to get something good growing in my life. The right fruit in the right basket you might say.

As much as we would like to think it, none of us are born fully mature as we all start out spiritually immature. Too often we act like the child who gets referred to as, “Being two going on twenty” as we think we are far more mature than we really are.


In spite of wanting to “act like a grown up” we aren’t and we need the love of those who have gone before us to get us there. The minute we walk in the door we don’t need anyone coming up to us with a measuring stick to see how mature or grown up we are. However, as time goes on we should have our own quantifying rod to go by to see if we are making progress in our growth.


For example, as an older woman invited a young girl to Sunday service the young girl declined saying, “I usually have a hangover on Sunday morning, I can’t come.” The older lady replied, “So, come anyway.” Eventually the younger girl did just that, hangover and all. It was an act of love on the part of the one that got the other coming. Time would pass and spiritual growth was reached.


Today she now is the “older woman” (if she’ll forgive me for using that phrase on her, ha ha) helping those once caught in her position. There was no measuring stick coming in but she eventually had her quantifying rod to see how far she had gone. To her it would be a tool that gave her confidence to reach out in that same kind of love. The love of those who belong to Jesus helping others get the right fruit in the right basket!

© 2011 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Buckets of Grace

Lord I crawled across the barrenness to you with my empty cup uncertain in asking any small drop of refreshment. If only I had known you better I’d have come running with a bucket.” -Nancy Spiegelberg


In life there seems to be those who run on the top half of their gas tank and those who live on the bottom. I was the type who lived off the bottom half. Recently I’ve been trying to change my ways and live on the top half. Doing so by filling my vehicle when it gets down to half instead of listening for the warning light to signal I need a refill.


Years ago that was the way it felt like I was living my life as well, off of empty. I would struggle during the week trying to survive on what fumes I could get and go to church to get a refill of strength. Sitting there come Sunday morning to comfort myself I would imagine myself sitting there with a gasoline tank nozzle stuck in my ear to take in more fuel from the Sunday service. It really got funny when I tried visualized the rest of the congregation doing the same thing.


I have to confess I came with a small gas tank. I was only after enough strength, grace, and peace to get me through the week. Often I got much more than that. It took me awhile but I finally turned in my red one gallon container for a much larger bucket as the strength I was given was more than I anticipated.


Shame on us for not knowing the Lord better, not anticipating that He could give us much more than we ask for or require. David Jeremiah once said, “God has a bigger shovel than our little shovel. We can’t out give God.” God has a bigger gas tank than the little thing we carry around. His has no bottom; there is no top half or bottom half.


It all has to do with our attitude. We can come to Him arrogantly expecting Him to give us all we want and will for. Then if we don’t get it we throw our little temper tantrum and declare there must not be a god. However, the better way to come to Him is humble, seeking, and trusting as we request access to whatever He has to give us. When approached correctly we find buckets full of grace in place of tiny tin cups of hope.


Praise the Lord we can’t out give, out stretch, out source what God has available to us if we would only come to Him. If we only knew Him as we should. Often you’ll find God has more faith in us than we do in Him. Shame on us. Praises on Him.

© 2011 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

How long? For All Eternity

“”Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God’s grace. And your best days are never so good that you are beyond the need of God’s grace.” ~ by Jerry Bridges ~

In chapter 13 of one of David’s Psalms we read about how David was struggling with wondering how long God was going to wait before coming to his rescue. He had gotten to the point where he thought for sure God had forgotten him forever. He wanted to know just how long God was going to hide His face from him.

At one point or another we’ve probably all been in the same position as David. A position of wondering how long was God going to hide from us. Years ago when times were tough, emotions high, and there didn’t seem to be any light at the end of the tunnel I asked God that very question, “How long Lord? Are you going to forget me forever?” Every time I asked He bounced me back to stand next to Paul in 2 Cor 12 to tell us both, “My grace is sufficient.”

As hard as it is to understand how God’s grace could be sufficient when things are going bad we have to take Him at His word. That is what trust and faith is all about. His grace is sufficient for the very reason Jerry Bridges gave, “Our worst days are never so bad we are beyond God’s reach. Our best days never so good we are beyond the need of God’s grace.” In other words, God’s grace is sufficient.

One of Satan’s biggest lies and worse tricks is getting us to believe this is not true. That God has forgotten us, that we are stranded in situations, emotions, and circumstances to tough to bear. Oh how not true that is. God is with us and we need to believe that and live what we believe. We must never get so down on ourselves that we think we are beyond His reach. We must never get so haughty that we don’t think we need His grace; we can do it on our own.

We can’t do it on our own. We try, we attempt, we may even succeed a little but in the end the truth still stands we need God’s grace for the final victory lap into Heaven. How long? As long as it takes should be our answer. As long as it takes to get us from where we are to where we need to be in God.

In my journal I’m writing about my journey with cancer I said it’s easy to pinpoint the beginning of a journey but we never can predict the end. I never would have known my journey with epilepsy was going to last twelve years. I don’t know how long my journey with cancer will be. All I need to know is God’s grace is sufficient to take me the full length of the adventure.

The question of how long are we going to struggle with things is up to us and our attitude. Its also up to our faith and trust in the One who is more than sufficient to see us through. God’s face is not hidden nor His grace too short. 



How long? Shoot for eternity, the time frame we need to be focusing on, the length of God’s grace, and the length of His love.

Our host today is Jennifer at Scraps & Snippets. It’s a must that you get on over there and join in to see and share with others on today’s quote.

Face To Face with God

“God loves you. He loves you so much that He’s allowed this trial to push you to the point where you have no choice but to look to Him.” ~ When Life is Hard by James MacDonald ~


Oh the “T” word, trials! Been there done that and seems like I keep going through them. Just the other day I was thinking about how they work. They say trials draw us closer to God but I was picturing in my mind how that is done. With some people when they are going through trials they tend to turn on God. They get angry with Him for “all the things they are going through.” Others rediscover a God they once ignored. Others get the pleasure of drawing closer to an already close God.


It’s probably safe to say people don’t instantly going running to God with a grin on their face saying, “Oh thank you Lord for this trial. Thank you so much I was getting bored and needed something new to go through.” No what generally happens is the fact that when we go through trials everything seems to be a total upset. Things get wild, crazy, depressing, and tough. Our natural tendency is to turn to a place of safety, a place we can lean against for strength.


For some that place of refuge is alcohol, drugs, sex, food, or other things rather than God. These all being temporary fixes that soon lose their ability to shield us from what we are going through. Eventually they wind up making our trial worse instead of better.


Experience and instincts have showed that God is that secure place we can run to. Not a place to hide or escape to but a place to lean upon. Therefore when life knocks us flat on our backs and we have no other place to look but up that’s where we need to go. However, amazingly enough even then some people will stubbornly lie on the floor of life with their eyes clinched tightly shut still refusing to look to God. As life knocks them down they shout out in anger, “if God really loved me He wouldn’t be allowing this to happen.”


Wow, what a horrible picture we have allowed the world to paint for us regarding God’s love. He’s not the one that puts in the order for X amount of trials to be sent to this person and that. Trials seem to show up on their own in the mailbox of our lives marked “occupant.” Whoever got it got it. Whether we want to admit it or not because of choices we make on our own we are the ones mailing ourselves most of our trials.


When properly handled trials can turn out to be something of worth. I know, you think I’m crazy but they do. Can you honestly say you would have looked to, leaned upon, relied on God as much as you do if it wasn’t for your trials? I ask myself that. I probably never would have been as close to God as I am today if it wasn’t for the trials I had to face in life.


They weren’t there as an “in my face” taunt that God didn’t love me. No they were there to get me to look God in the face so He could tell me how much He loved me. Words followed by the gesture of Him taking by the hand and walking me through each and every trial I was required to attend.


Recently with my diagnoses of cancer I told my sister Robin I felt like God was telling me, “I need to borrow you for a moment.” Where this trial will lead I don’t know but I know God is still looking at me in the face telling me He loves me. The question is am I going to look back and give Him the same the message? My actions will tell. My attitude will reveal the answer as I go face-to-face with God.

© 2011 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Karen's Crossings Returns

Way back as far as 2008 I was using Karen’s Crossings to talk about my adventure with my head injury, epilepsy, stress seizures and my cure from the disease the head injury created. Looking back 20 years ago I remember the talk my husband and I had with the surgeon the week of my second brain surgery. Just for the record we were wondering what this surgery was going to cause down the road. The first surgery I had to remove the blood clot on my brain created the epilepsy I had to deal with down the road.



So far so good the only thing the second surgery created was 20 years of being seizure and medicine free. Just because that went so well didn’t necessarily mean there weren’t more adventures for me yet to come. On December 12, 2010 I was to start a new journey down Karen’s crossings, a journey down the road of cancer.

Sitting there in the emergency room at two o’clock in the morning the last thing my husband and I expected to hear was “you have bone cancer.” Those four words would set in motion a trip of top speed tests, doctor’s appointments, fears, tears, and thousands of hugs.

As I stop to think about my previous journey through my head injury and epilepsy I find a connection that brings the journey’s in the past together with the journey of today. That is the grasping of a hand. In my journey with seizures whenever I had a seizure someone was always there grasping my hand while I had my seizure. It was the first thing I noticed when I came out of my seizure. It touched my heart so much I wrote my autobiography around this adventure and titled it “Grasp My Hand.”

The first Sunday after the news about my cancer came out as I sat in church a dear friend near by noticed the tears I was trying so hard to hide. Giving up her seat next to her husband she came to sit by me. As she reached out to grab my hand not only did the tears flow but memories as well. It was just like when I use to have seizures. Here I was again going through a new adventure but some things about it weren’t so new.

Things such as the grasping of my hand by others, the journey with Christ and the strength He would provide, the love of those around me and the guidance from God’s word to guide me. It may be a new adventure but that which got me through before was going to get me through again.


If you will lead me Lord, I will follow.
Once again I feel you grasping on to my hand
as you take hold of my heart.
I love you Lord.


**The news today is the bone biopsy showed it is breast cancer caused. The good news about that is the fact that there is no other cancer I have to deal with. Praise the Lord.

Spring Into Action

“Won’t the awareness God loves us no matter what lead to spiritual laziness and moral laxity? Theoretically, this seems a reasonable fear, but in reality the opposite is true…the more rooted we are in the love of God, the more generously we will live our faith.” ~Brennan Manning, Lion and Lamb~

The answer to the million dollar question in our quote today is “Yes and No.” Different people handle the knowledge of God loving them differently. Some take advantage of the fact that “God loves them no matter what.” They figure they can do whatever they want and get away with it. Their relationship with Christ is as shallow as their reasoning. The model they use is the smaller the effort required to exert into the relationship the better.

However, those who treasure this knowledge do something with it as they spring into action. They build upon it instead of sit on it. They add increasing value to it through their faith and actions instead of devaluing a precious treasure. They set it aside as something personal instead of making it an impersonal thing they care little about as if it was an item to be pulled off the shelf and used at their convenience.


No, the knowledge of God’s love is something of priceless value. You would think after all He went through to show us what we are worth to Him we could at least get off our spiritual duffs and show Him back how much we care. We are as lazy as we make ourselves to be. Why are we so willing to stop at a good thing (knowing God loves us) when we can go on to even greater things such as a closer walk with the Lord?


Lazy. I’m sorry but that word just seems to fit. We think its all about receiving and not about the giving of ourselves in return. Our reasoning is, “God loves me so I should get all I want. The church is supposed to love me so they need to meet all my needs.” And the lazy attitude continues on.

People, people, people! Wake up! The answer is not to take away the knowledge of God’s unfailing love but to learn what to do with it. To enhance upon it as we move on to those greater things we can have in a closer walk with Christ. It starts with rooting ourselves in God’s love not hiding behind it. God’s love for us is so totally awesome, a treasure that will only increase in value if we allow it.

Only we personally can improve, increase, and add to this wonderful thing. We can’t outsource the job to someone else to accomplish. We can’t not feed it and still expect it to grow. We can’t take advantage of it and expect to get something in return. We are the ones responsible to take this knowledge and use it. Use it to grow closer to the Lord. To appreciate what He has done for us and look forward to the blessings to come.

The knowledge of the Creator of the Universe loving us should spring us into action not the other way around.

© 2010 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Mirror, Mirror

“Because I am loved by God, I can confess my flaws – laziness, grouchiness, self-doubt- and trust God to keep on transforming me. I no longer need to appear perfect to friends, family, and anyone who attends my high-school reunion.” ~Jan Johnson~
As I looked into the mirror trying to apply the next layer of makeup before running off to work I stopped to think about the before and after picture my mirror was just exposed to. Fresh out of bed I wasn’t the best sight to see as my hair was going wherever it wanted to, my blemishes shined, and my chapped lips displayed as many cracks as my skin near the side of my eyes. After applying a little of this and a lot of that a different picture began to develop. On days when I don’t get up early enough to apply the make up I opt to stay home as opposed to having people see what I really look like without it!

So goes the story of the physical side of me but what about the spiritual side? You know, the “real” me under all the masks I try to wear to hide my flukes and flaws. What a wonderful thing it is that I don’t need to get up early in the morning to cover up but I get to get up to uncover, to confess my flaws instead of decorate them up. I get to let it all out before God instead of tuck it all under in hopes of no one noticing the battle of the buldge going on.

What a wonderful love we have in Christ a love that allows us to be who we are so He can help us to become who we can be in Him. We don’t have to fear Him seeing the “real” us because He already knows and He loves us anyway. How often have we tried to hide a few secrets about ourselves from those around us in fear that they wouldn’t love us anymore? We don’t have that fear with God.

On the God’s potter wheel He transforms those flukes and flaws into something of great beauty. Remember ceramics class in school? I do, I wasn’t the greatest at it. I have the ashtray I made mom and dad still to prove it! The same clay was put on each wheel but the same finished product wasn’t taken off. God can take us and transform us into something so amazing if we would just learn how to ride the potter’s wheel.

We don’t need a good paint job with Him to cover up our imperfections. We don’t need to hurry up and lose 15 pounds before going to Him like we try to do just before our class reunion. We have nothing to hide with God because to Him nothing is hidden. He sees us as we are and keeps on going with us, transforming us where we need transform molding us into something of tremendous beauty. A beauty inside that lasts forever, never fading, always shining.

It begins with coming to God and confessing instead of concealing. A task that turns out to be for our own good as it sits us down long enough to take a good look at ourselves and where we need to apply the art of self improvement via Christ. Once we do, along with God, we get the same privilege as our mirror does, one that sees both a before and after picture of a finished product worth waiting for.



© 2010 Karen J. Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Drenched in Calvary's Love

“If monotony tries me, and I cannot stand drudgery; if stupid people fret me and little ruffles set me on edge; if I make much of the trifles of life, then I know nothing of Calvary love. Amy Carmichael, If: What Do I Know of Calvary Love?


If you think about it, one of the best things we can do for ourselves is to stop long enough to revisit Calvary. It’s important we do so once in awhile to remind us of what Calvary’s love is all about. Too often when we think of Calvary’s love the only thing that comes to mind is unconditional love and forgiveness. We frequently forget those aren’t the only footprints that lead to and from the foot of the cross where Jesus died for us.

His death was for our sins. His death was for our freedom. His death was for our salvation. His love coming from Calvary was a love that tells us we don’t need to fret any more. Monotony doesn’t need to try us. Drudgery doesn’t need to affect us and stupid people are only a threat to themselves not a fret to us thanks to Jesus.

All of this definitely goes beyond the message of only love and forgiveness. At the foot of the cross we discover much more than we could even imagine. It’s there where we find drenched in Calvary’s love strength, acceptance, courage, faith, trust, love, guidance, and so much more. The kind of things that help us to get through the obstacles in life that seems to set us on edge or back a step or two.

God said it in the Old Testament in Psalm 37 when He made mention of, “Fret not” and in His own way He said it again at Calvary, “Fret not.” The best way to do that is to follow the pattern put forth in Psalm 37. We need to trust in the Lord, do good, delight ourselves in Him, committing our way to Him, as well as taking the time to be still and wait for Him patiently. Psalm 37 tells us to refrain from anger, the message of Calvary’s love says there’s a lot more we need to refrain from and letting life get to us in a negative way is one of those things.


We gained so much more at Calvary’s cross than just a story book with interesting tidbits of history written in it. We got a Friend who is willing to walk us through these situations or carry us through or even sometimes push us through when we try to drag our feet.

There is victory in Jesus. His death on the cross opened a big door for us but we need to stop for a moment and notice which side of the door the handle is located on. Now that the door into Heaven has been constructed through Jesus the handle that opens it is on our side. We are the ones responsible for using it.

We should never make the mistake of living our lives as if that door is set on automatic ready to slide open whenever we get close to it. Or treat it as if it’s set to revolve around for us to stand there and try to guess when the right time to step in would be. No we need to open it with our hearts, the actions we take, obedience we display, and the fretting not business we’ve chosen to give up.

We have God on our side. That is the message of Calvary’s love and nothing else should matter, nothing else should affect us. Read the end of the book, He is the one that wins so “Fret not.” Life with Christ beats life on the edge any day as we stand drenched in Calvary’s love.



© 2010 Karen J. Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Because of Who He Is

One who has been touched by grace will no longer look on those who stray as “those evil people” or “those poor people who need our help.” Nor must we search for signs of “loveworthiness.” Grace teaches us that God loves because of who God is, not because of who we are. ~ Philip Yancey, What’s So Amazing About Grace?

Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear, Amen to that last little sentence from Philip Yancey when he said, “Grace teaches us that God loves because of who God is, not because of who we are.” Where in the world would we be if God’s love was based on who we were? I don’t know about you but that makes me want to cry thinking about it.

Tainted by sin, distorted by the world, corroded by our own selfishness and disobedience we don’t paint a very pretty picture of someone worthy of love. Praise the Lord God doesn’t go off some picture board. One where He picks the ones He is going to love by their appearance like a mail order bride destined for the West.

He loves us because of who He is. He is our Creator, our Father, the author and perfector of our faith. Our shield, our rock, our strength, our hope and the list goes on and on. Read them in the Bible, the Bible is full of them.

He’s not out there to look down His nose at the sheep but to love each one and to make sure none are lost. Unfortunately we are the ones who get our hands on the canvas and make something out of the picture that isn’t true. We think because God loves for who He is then I can do whatever I want and get away with it. Yeah right, try that on your kids and see how far you get.

Part of love is discipline, tough love, and not being afraid to give directions when choices need to be made. God is able to love us as He does because love is a choice not a feeling. It’s a decision we make on how we are going to treat others. He had to of known from the very beginning that we weren’t going to be easy to love at times but He chose to anyway.

We need to follow His lead and make that choice to love not based on appearance, wealth, wisdom, or wittiness but because we choose to apply God’s type of love in our own ability to do so. It doesn’t matter if it’s the love of a spouse, the love of our job, the love of family, friends, or strangers the type of love we apply should never change.

Loving someone as God loves isn’t giving them permission to be whoever they want to be no matter how evil, good, selfish, or excellent. It’s loving them because of who you are in Christ and what they mean to the Lord as well. Love needs to be the string that is attached to those who have gone astray that brings them back. Back not to condemnation or “I told you so” but to open arms and hearts willing to love and serve one another.

Oh, what a beautiful love we have in Christ. Share it don’t distort it. Model your life after it, don’t abuse it. Wrap yourself in it don’t run from it. Find it, don’t hide from it. We’re never going to get the picture of our lives right but God’s love is always right. Once again not because of who we are but because of who He is. Amen? Amen!

Don’t delay, get to know God today. Hey I made a rhyme for the very first time. Oh I did it again. I love Jesus, I better leave it at that and not quit my day job to write poems!!! Tee Hee

© 2010 Karen J Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Difficult Times

“Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult – once we truly understand and accept it – then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.” by ~ M. Scott Peck The Road Less Traveled

Driving in the winter can be a very wild experience. One day the roads can be good, the next day they can be bad. They can not only go from good to bad in a day they can do it in an instant. Un-expectantly and without warning as we travel down a road something can change in a flash. An icy spot, a running deer, a family of ducks taking an afternoon stroll can in an instant send our car into a tailspin. It’s important that we are prepared the best we can by driving more alertly than hurriedly.

Recently a young girl I know hit two of those things at once. She encountered a deer in the road as well as ice in her path. After walking away from what should have been a fatal accident the officer at the scene told her dad she evidently did everything she was ever taught to correctly handle the situation. It may not have prevented the blood from her wounds but it kept her from being killed.

The best preparation we can do for things like this is to drive as if the whole road was ice and take the necessary precautions ahead of time. In another car accident this snowy season a 16 year old boy who was tired of waiting for those who were driving to slow on the icy mountain road decided he had had enough. Thinking his four-wheel drive was all the precaution he needed to take he proceeded to pass the traffic. Needless to say his actions caused over 5 people to be killed including himself.

The truth that the roads were icy that day was just that, the honest truth. The truth that life is difficult is the honest truth. It’s a great truth that we need to know and accept in our lives so we can take precautions along the way to survive those difficult times. We may not be able to prevent every accident from happening or every difficult situation from doing damage but there is a lot we can do to see that we survive.

Once we’ve accepted the fact that life can be difficult we can walk with ease in the comfort of God’s protective wing. Strolling around paranoid that everything we come up against is going to be complex is not the answer. We need to accept the fact that life is tough but thanks to Jesus we can be tougher. It is with Him that our preparation for those complicated roads in life begins. The time we put into prayer, preparation, and precautions can make the difference in our outcome.

Indeed it’s the truth that 10% of the things that happen to us can’t be prevented but 90% of it can and that is where our responsibility lies. It begins with accepting the fact that life can be tricky but embracing the Lord doesn’t have to be.

Lean on Jesus, you won’t be disappointed. Use those difficult times to draw near to Him, to get acquainted with Him, to discover what a blessing it is to trust in Him. It’s important to remember that life is not a bed of roses that comes without thorns. There will be thorns! There will be thorns!!

However, greater is He that is in us than he that is in the world. Praise the Lord we have Jesus to see us through those difficult times.


© 2009 Karen J. Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

Handle with Care

“The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord; He directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases. All a man’s ways seem right to him, but the Lord weighs his heart. To do what is right and just is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice. Proverbs 21:1-3

Back in the days of puppy love and crushes on the opposite sex it felt like they held our heart in their hand. Some outcomes were good while others were not as memorable. Holding our heart in their hand turned out to be either a treasure to care for or a toy to crush. Warnings from our parents were often ignored as they tried to tell us to watch out for who we hand our heart out to.

I don’t know about the king from Proverbs parents. They might have warned him about handing his heart out to just anyone. If they didn’t they very likely played a part in telling him the one who needs to hold his heart is the Lord. A place to be treasured, loved, and cared for where a “Handle with Care” sign would never be needed.

We may have blamed many boys of “stealing” our hearts but with God He will never steal it. Patiently He waits for us to make that vital decision of whether we are going to entrust it into His care or not.

Once we have taken that step God will direct it like the proverb said, “like a watercourse wherever He pleases.” Sadly enough some people see this as God using our heart as some kind of a joystick to play His games and to watch the players do as He pleases. Not so the case. God’s the one with the wisdom to know what is best for us and we need to trust His judgment. Like little children we think we know what is best or what is right but it’s God who truly knows.

Isn’t it strange that when it comes to our hearts we are the ones who weigh them down with our burdens and sin and its God that “weighs” them as a type of measurement. I don’t know about you but I’ve had a pretty heavy heart in my life a time or two, or three, or more. A heart so heavy I couldn’t even pick it up but God did. He reached out to me so many times I could never hope to count each moment only treasure them.

Just this last Sunday as the elder’s of the church come forward during the time of prayer the preacher announced anyone needing prayer could come forward with them to pray. Standing there singing to the music there were no takers for this invitation. I didn’t even go forward as I thought, “I’m fine. Thanks but no thanks, I’ll pray right here. I’m strong.”

Quietly one by one the elders began to leave the front of the sanctuary. As one walked by the pew I was sitting in without my permission my hand reached out to the elder walking by as I began to sob. Gently giving me a hug he asked me if I wanted to pray. Evidently the answer was yes. I had no idea how heavy my heart was but God had it measured and knew before I did.

Joined in a quiet room with the elder’s wife we began to pray as the burden and sin of my heart began to spill out. I had given my heart to God but temporarily had taken it back to load it down with a heaviness it was to weak to carry.

If you think about it that is something we are all guilty of doing. All God wants is for us to do what is right yet we tend to complicate it. We do permanent damage to our shoulder trying to pat ourselves on the back for the sacrifices we think we’ve made as if they were trophies to be displayed.

What God wants is for us to simply to do what is right and the first right thing is to give our heart over to the hand of the Lord to handle with care, to entrust to Him daily the measuring of our heart to guide and direct and protect it from overload. Before we know it we will soon catch up to it in Heaven when at last we will not only be in the hands of God but in His arms as well gently hugging us as He says, “Do you want to pray.” Evidently the answer will be, “YES!”

Exodus 6:6 (paraphrased by me) “Therefore say to the children of God: “I am the Lord; I will bring you out from under the burdens of whatever you have weighed down your heart with. I will rescue you from the bondage you have created around you, and I will redeem you with an out-stretched arm and with great judgments as I handle with your heart, your life, and your love in My hand.”


© 2009 Karen J. Gillett @ Pencil Marks and Recipes Publishing

It's All in the W.R.I.S.T.

“To just read the Bible, attend church, and avoid “big” sins –is this passionate, wholehearted love for God?” ~Francois Fenelon, The Seeking Heart

Pathetically enough people not only think that reading the Bible, attending church, avoiding the “big” sins is showing a passionate love for God but they think it qualifies them for being a Christian too. I must say, “Congratulations” to Satan for managing to sneak this lie in past the many people who have fallen for it hook line and sinker.

As they say in tennis its “all in the wrist” well passionate wholehearted love for God is all in how we approach the things we do. Things such as Bible reading, church attendance, and willful sin dodging. There should be a definite difference between showing up for church to be marked down in the attendance book and going there to worship the Lord. A noticeable variation between reading God’s Bible like a deep book that needs to be studied as compared to a shallow Romance novel that is read today and tossed tomorrow. A significant distinction between the understandings that sin is sin as compared to thinking it’s only the violation of the “big ones” that will get you into hell.

Our passionate, wholehearted love for God needs to be just that, a fervent enthusiastic affection for God. A love requiring intentional efforts on our part to study His word, go to church to worship and serve Him and to not sin. Doing whatever it takes to intentionally obey His Word, to follow His lead, and to show proof in our lives that He is living within.

Why in the world do we settle so often for mediocre when we can have something really awesome between our Lord and us, something vibrant and alive and growing daily that has no end that begins with us? Sadly enough we probably do this because we want things that end with us not begin with us. Things that have “us” written all over it instead of Christ as we nobly step aside for Him to go first to reach out to us then it becomes all about us.

Wrong! That’s not what passionate wholehearted love is all about. We’ve gone so far away from “wholehearted” that we don’t even know what it truly means. It means giving our total sincere unreserved heart to Jesus and stop holding back pieces for ourselves. We think we have enough zeal to go around but yet we find ourselves strapped thin from spreading it out so much that it loses its excitement and enthusiasm.

Our love for our Savior, our spouse, our children, family, friends, and anyone else is all in the wrist. It’s all in how we approach it and handle it daily. It’s what we intentionally put in to the relationship not what we get out of it. God’s passionate wholehearted love for us showed up in His act of sending His son to die for our sins. How is ours showing up? Where’s the proof?

We shouldn’t be afraid to look for the evidence. Especially when we can use it to correct where we may be slightly off so we can aim for that perfect passionate wholehearted love we can have between us and the Lord. The other day as I flipped a spit wad off my thumb towards my grandson I missed him as it went a little to the left. Turning to my mom I told her, “Well it tends to shoot a little to the left.” After that I used that proof to correct my aim as I managed to get him before he tickled me.

Our relationship with our Lord is our responsibility. It’s not going to grow on its own without intentional effort on our part. Don’t settle for mediocre. Go for the passion, display the zeal. It’s all in the wrist.

Worshiping daily
Reaching out always
Intentional living
Seeking Him
Turning towards God

Amen? AMEN!!!!!!


Our lovely host this week is Debbie over at, Heart Choices so hurry over there and read and share with the gang. It’s fun.