Morning Thoughts on Intercessing…

This is supposed to help…writing that is…capturing the random thoughts that seem worthy of documenting.  Sometimes I wonder if it is a procrastination technique that is acceptable.  Other times I know that it helps energize me.  I look back & see what my priorities are because that is what comes to the surface.

Yesterday @ church Bob was talking about “Ozzie” (a.k.a. Oswald Chambers)* nailing him once again.  Ozzie has that way about him.  It was on the gift of discernment & what we are supposed to do with it.  Life comes when we see the “fault” in another & turn to God with it in prayer.  Intercede for that person, find God’s opinion about them & let it rest with Him.  Like a butterfly lifting his wings to the air.  In turn God will give life to that and work in the person’s heart.  The reverse is true if we see the fault & keep it to ourselves it starts to decay.  The longer we hold it the more it festers & works a type of death, not in the other person but IN US!  It leads to resentment that turns to bitterness which sometimes becomes a disease in our physical body.  Let it Go…

Thought:  Do all of our spiritual gifts become stale, spoiled, rotten if we don’t give them back to God & keep them for ourselves?

Further discussion with Bob on the way to the airport; Intercessors are the most overlooked people by man & fellow Christians. Not by God though!  He has to count on them to bring Heaven onto the Earth.  It brings new light to the statement, “if you want to be great in the Kingdom of God, learn to be a servant of all”.  Intercessors are key to the battle.  We are placed by God into vocations; work places etc. for His purposes not just to buy the bacon.

Maybe this is a method of harnessing random thoughts not just capturing them…

Ship on a Course


This collage was done a few years ago. I could never put the meaning into words. It was based on the emotions, feelings, and spiritual pondering of that time. When I asked my husband, Bob, what he thought it wasn’t very flattering. That is okay and rather funny to me but part of me wanted more of a validation. My son and daughter came across it the other day so I asked them what they “saw”. This is what Jennifer offered:

“This piece looks like a ship on a course.  I see imagination, quiet, peace but mystery…a personal collection on a journey.

In view of taking care of your mind and you life’s course, it looks like a ship – I liken each us to an individual ship that we have to protect, do upkeep and maintain daily.  We need to navigate with purpose. Our ship is where we harbor our imagination, aspirations, beliefs, emotions, collected knowledge, “ourselves”.  It deserves our protection and our diligence and it’s where we develop our purpose and individuality.

Sometimes we let others steer our ship, or influence our navigation – that’s where who we trust and admire matters!

Sometimes we take on loads for others – that’s where it is important to know how much extra cargo we can handle.

Sometimes we go on journeys on our own – which is necessary.

Sometimes we dock to refresh – and this choice is important, location, location, location!

I’ve been hardcore parenting young adults lately, can you tell?”

So, my friends, Jennifer put words to those emotions & thoughts of so long ago. Jason took the collage for his office hopefully using it to speak to the young people he encounters on a daily basis. And Bob, well he is probably very glad that this particular collage took a different course…

What do you see?

Stir Up Those Gifts


“Stir up the gifts within thee…Bring to light the things I have shown you.  Take the advance, move on. Don’t hold back, instead bring forth.  The depths of your soul are deep and filled with many treasures. It takes time and a willingness to seek out and find them.  By moving on ahead and by pressing on you will find the treasures you seek. Continually look and look carefully or you will miss them. Some are so small they are easy to overlook. These very treasures, when found, bring the most value. Begin now…search…”

Thirty three ago on that Monday morning I was hungry for revelation, visions, poetry, writings & insights. I still hunger for God’s attention.

My hope is that I never out-grow my hunger. I dance and twirl, jump up & down showing God my latest tricks but it is when I get quiet & crawl up into His lap that I am fed.

written on August 13, 1984 Monday Morning