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bloom where you’re planted

the coming of Spring********************************

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns. (Psalm 46:1-5)


Winter’s scrape and ache has left a bounty of blooms in it’s wake seeming even more bountiful after the harsh weather in previous months.

Participating in the 40-day Lent challenge has been doing the same sort of scraping work in me as well.

It’s been a greater awakening than I’d first thought it could be. I didn’t expect to be completely untouched by the process but I stand amazed at how deeply into my soul and awareness the Light is now shining.

New understandings I never imagined are greening, budding and blossoming in me and pushing out fresh areas of growth in my ever-expanding soul. It’s a lovely place. Terrifying and lovely.

It’s the exponential promise of God’s word..it’s very nature is to NOT return void. AND Even that;  it WILL return and it’s going to bring it’s reader along too. Carried through the hum and vibration of each “Let there BE” sound and syllable singing and bringing life to dead places in the heart and mind.  What a ride!


Four times I’ve watched His story unfold: birth, ministry, miracles, testimony, death and resurrection. Four times to various depths and degrees, I’ve winced as those around Jesus fumbled the ball while embracing the call. I’ve read the parables, the prophesies and pronouncements and have witnessed the passionate love of God for us enfolded and enfleshed for 33 years through the life of his son, Jesus.

Twelve times the rooster has crowed. Twelve times, Peter has denied his Lord. Four times he has run away into the darkness of his own soul, tasting only the bitterness of his own betrayal.

 It’s a moment never to be forgotten--almost as important as the crucifixion and resurrection because…as a wise preacher once said:

it’s Friday…but SUNDAY’S COMING!

Never before has the beauty of Peter’s FULL Gospel restoration resounded so sweetly in my ears. His testimony given before the crowd on Pentecost, fearless and bold screams of the determination my own soul knows and understands: REDEEMED.

Redeemed and restored so miraculously that nothing could shake that rock again. How do we know? Because we have the testimony in our midst. God’s word, the Bible.

We know those 12 (including Matthias) continued to bloom into and beyond their Spring even facing the threat and actuality of being “cut down” through winters to come.

We know because…..here we are: Believers 2000-plus years later.

Keep blooming.

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Sabbath Linking with Deidra and Sandy,  Shelley and Barbie and Janice

fragile, filled and founded

Camilla Hiding from the Storm*****************************

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
~ Psalm 23



It’s been a rough few weeks navigating these waters of sudden, uninvited grief. Although I’ve felt lost from time to time,  I’ve never lost track of where I’ve been: safe and close to Home.  It’s been an opportunity to put everything I say I believe to the test and while I can’t say I passed the test with flying colors…. God did.

His promises are true and through it all, I was never left or forsaken.  I did  the only thing I knew to do: surrender it to Him and trust that He’d get me safely through to the other side.

He has.

The words of Psalm 23 have provided comfort to many.  Almost cliché from it’s abundant use, this Psalm has been brought into the midst of so many who’ve struggled  through each of the scenarios and needs it addresses.

But the fact is… you don’t know the truth of it’s comfort until you know the Comforter in all Truth. It’s not until you need it that you even begin to understand the nature of the comfort Jesus brings… through the valley, past  the shadow, beyond the death. Then you know.

Not just because you need to know.
Not just because it’s nice to know.
But because it IS.
because He is.

In this IS-ness and  I AM-ness of the Truth,  you then know the abundance of a table prepared and a cup running over. Even in the midst of it all – you are satisfied and comforted beyond your wildest imaginings.

Comforted in the midst of our enemies– the stone throwers, naysayers and backstabbers… and our greatest enemy, Death…. we are guided and granted safe passage…

safe passage through.

Which is why I gladly choose to dwell in my fragile and broken, flower-filled house, founded on the Rock–dwelling and abiding with the Lord all the days of my life– here and forevermore.

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faith; the portal to joy


Reflective Faith




And I will lead the blind
    in a way that they do not know,
in paths that they have not known
    I will guide them.
I will turn the darkness before them into light,
    the rough places into level ground.
These are the things I do,
    and I do not forsake them.   Isaiah 42:16  (ESV)


Believing that He leads… even when I am blind and can not see.
Believing  He knows the way, especially when I do not know how to go.
Believing I am guided by One who has gone down this road many times before.

Seeing  as darkness slowly bends into glorious light. Shade by shade, shadow by shadow.

Noticing as my over-thought and hyper-planned, stumbling steps and fumbling along shifts almost imperceptibly. The frightened shuffle becomes an easier walk and I’m no longer thinking about the ground beneath my feet.

Relaxing into what He is doing. Trusting with the kind of trust that becomes so natural, I don’t even realize I’m doing it.

I’m not forsaken.
I’m named and claimed
deeply, divinely, GLORIOUSLY redeemed.