An Offering

Here I am Lord


Oh, so messy

Here I stand Lord


Unwilling to take a step lest I fail


Here You meet me, Lord

Bathing me

In Your Spirit; in Your Peace

Assuring me

That I matter to you

Here I cry to You Lord

“Take me as I am!

Erase my sin and wash me again!”

And You answer

“I do, I will and I have.”

Here I start again, Lord

Refreshed and renewed

Ready to do Your will

Ready to obey Your voice

Still messy

But Yours


Be Blessed



Walking Over Rocks

I am so very blessed to live in the most beautiful area. The foothills of the Rocky Mountains. All around me is majestic beauty as well as many businesses that begin with “Front Range,” “Foothills,” or some form of the actual elevation.

We live on a school campus, and the campus includes a track. Last year, I was up to almost 2 miles per day, then the bad weather hit. So, I’m working my way back up.

The track is rough. Lots of rocks, sticks and pebbles. I should wear closed shoes, but today I went for what was closest to the door.  I set off on my trek of 4 circuits at a good pace. This is my time to soak in the views and praise the Lord. I usually have wonderful prayer time. This morning was a little different.

Several times I needed to stop and shake tiny (and dang sharp!) stones from my shoes. That brought my thoughts to the last walk Jesus took through Jerusalem. Most likely barefoot; certainly bloodied.

Did You feel the sharp stones cutting into Your feet? You couldn’t stop to clear them off. You probably had nothing on.

When You fell, did those stones and pebbles imbed into Your palms? Cut open Your elbows a d knees? No one cleaned those wounds

Abject suffering. For my redemption.

He chose that final walk for me.

Amazing love. Unmerited favor.

He chose that walk for you, too. Have you spoken to Him today? This week? Ever? If not, why not? He’s there. He will listen. He walked over stones, and more, for you.

Be blessed. Dream big.

Till next time, Barb