Both Memorial Day and Pentecost blew by me in a blur this year. So, today, I am pausing to reflect.

Remembrance is important to God. He instituted seven feast days as memorials for all generations. God created the feast days to . . . .

I performed a prophetic act this week. I laid the preschool books that I am writing on the altar.

I was heading to church anyway to participate in worship and intercession. God’s presence is always palpable there. So, on a whim (at the Holy Spirit’s prompting), I put my . . .

I am steeped in the Song of Solomon these days. What is the spiritual significance behind all those agricultural analogies? As I learn, I am discovering . . .

Tears prickled my eyes when we walked into the blacksmith shop. It smelled exactly like my grandfather’s workshop. My family . . .

I am basking in the love of my Bridegroom King today. The imagery of the Song of Solomon chapter 4 has captured my heart.

King Solomon, who is a type of King Jesus, is expressing his love . . . .

How will you be remembered? Do you think about that? I do.

Mary of Bethany is remembered for her extravagant worship of Jesus. She broke . . .

 Passover, the feast at which Jesus was crucified and rose again, begins tomorrow.  So, this seems like a good time to confess that for years I thought that Jesus cursing the fig tree was random. It seemed totally unrelated to the narrative. I’m embarrassed by this because . . .

14 “Then he said: ‘The God of our ancestors has chosen you to know his will and to see the Righteous One and to hear words from his mouth. 15 You will be his witness to all people of what you have seen and heard. 16 And now what are you waiting for? Get up, be baptized and wash your sins away, calling on his name.’ Acts 22:14-16 NIV

Read the above verse and inserted your name. Do you see how God's . . .

I was living life on my own terms, without regard for the Lord. However, when I was in distress, I would pray to Him . . . and He would answer. Why would God answer someone who treated Him like a vending machine? . . . .

My heart burned within me. I longed to be on my knees at the altar, telling Jesus all the words burning in my bones. But the guest preacher kept talking. I wondered if I should dispense with decorum and just dash up there. Jesus would understand.

Finally, he opened the altar. Immediately, . . .

God speaks to me in images. Often He will give me a picture or a short, internal, video clip as I am praying for someone. Most of the time, He will tell me what it means or give the interpretation to my prayer partner. But what if He doesn’t? . . .