God has been speaking to me so clearly these days.  It’s not an audible voice.  Usually while I’m reading scriptures, certain scriptures leap out to me.  They stick in my mind, and I’ll hear them repeated in various ways as I go about my day.  Waaaaaay back in the beginning of this blog, I spoke about being anointed.  I felt strongly that God had called me and chosen me to work for Him. I couldn’t put my finger on the exact thing that He wanted from me.  But I knew that I was His, and He had an assignment in mind.  The thing is, we’re all chosen by God.  He…

I don’t mean no harm.  Five simple words.  But when my grandmother begins a sentence that way, you better brace yourself for what’s coming after.  It’s probably going to hit you right in your feelings.  Interestingly enough, she didn’t even realize that she prepped people for her bombs until Bible Study Brother and I pointed it out to her.  It was just part of her vernacular. Most of the family calls my grandmother by her nickname, Boolie.  My great-great uncle gave her the nickname when she was a child, and it lives on to this day.  And I can’t imagine what life would be like without Boolie in it. My…

By now, you probably realize that I like to eat.  Nothing thrills my heart more than a casual nacho potluck among friends.  Everyone pitches in, and before you know it, you have an amazing meal at your hands.  Recently the call went out for a nacho potluck, and I was PUMPED!  I prepared my contribution and brought it with me. If only life were that simple.  If only MY life were that simple.  See, there were several snags along the way to an amazing meal.  The person in charge of the queso sent out a message to say that they weren’t going to make it to the party.  One person…

It’s a beautiful day.  I was able to sleep in this morning.  My feet didn’t have to hit the ground running.  I tossed and turned while cuddled up in my quilt.  My cat, Fitz, is taking a nap in one of his favorite napping spots.  He’s not trying to distract me while I type.  I can hear Fitz’s water fountain running, and the sound is tranquil…peaceful even. Although my afternoon and evening are full, I had this morning to just relax…breathe…to just be.  As the day has worn on, I had to remind myself to get it together.  I can’t remain in my state of inactivity all the time.  It’s…

I’m a habitual oiler. Anytime I get out of the shower or bathtub, I slather oil everywhere. My skin can be really dry so I try to cut the ashiness (that may not be a word) off at the pass. That means that every morning I sit on the bench at the foot of my bed and oil my feet first. I was sitting at my dining room table typing the other evening. I threw my foot into my dining room chair. I did a double take. The toe next to my big toe seemed a little off. I looked closer. Where had this spot come from? I just oiled…

If you’ve been reading the blog since the beginning, you may recall that my family has a tradition of blessing our food. That simply means that we join hands, bow our heads, and verbally thank God for the food that we’re about to attack…I mean…eat. When I was a really small child and living with my great-grandmother, we said a verse from the Bible before we ever took a bite of the meal that was prepared. Since I was the youngest in the family, I typically spouted, “Jesus wept.” It’s the shortest verse in the Bible. A fitting verse for a tiny girl. Or so I thought. Although it’s short…

In October of 2019, I had a dream.  I’m not using my Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. voice.  I literally had a dream that unsettled me.  It wasn’t a scary dream.  By now, I’m sure you’re wondering what the dream was about.  Alright.  I’ll tell you. I was riding with a cousin in the backseat of a car.  She had a chauffeur.  It was a nice car.  Cream leather interior.  Spacious backseat.  The kind of car that I wouldn’t mind being driven around in in non-dream life.  We were driving along a stretch of highway in the desert on a beautiful sunny day. It actually appeared to be the Painted…

I’ve been thinking about expectations this week. What am I really expecting of God? How am I living this out in my life? You may not know this about me, but I’m big on making the stories of the Bible live in my life. What do I mean by that? Every time scripture is read, I try to be really attentive. It doesn’t always happen, but I’m trying. I’m more intentional about keeping my focus on the Word of God. Because I need for it to be real in my life. Each time I hear a sermon, I’m looking for practical ways to use it in my everyday life. I…

I love love.  I really, truly do.  I’m a sucker for the traditional romantic gestures.  Send me flowers.  Make me a compilation of the best love songs.  Feed me an extravagant meal by candlelight.  Fly me to a tropical location on a whim.  I’m here for it. When you hear the term, “my first love” who comes to mind?  The super saints will instantly holler “Jesus!”  They’ve been saved and filled with the Holy Ghost all their lives, so they don’t have carnal thoughts.  They don’t think of the boy who wrote a note with 2 boxes.  The note that said, “Do you like me?  Check ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”  They…