Fruit Born In Season

I did this one afternoon last week for the daughter of a friend.

Originally, it was just going to be a decorative piece of art for her new condo.

I was thinking, something like a fleur-de lis.

But as I began to work on it, God changed the outcome.

She is a tree.

"A tree?"

Yes.

"Okay," I answered as I started the trunk and worked my way up.

Spend more time on the roots.

"The roots? Isn't that kind of, well, gothic-y?"

The roots are the foundation for the growth of a tree. Her foundation goes deep.

I began painting the root system.

Some of the roots need to fade away. Her past has been redeemed, and those roots no longer tie her to future growth.

"Wow, Lord, You're being really specific. What about the leaves?"

I plucked her from the desert with My own hand. Her leaves will not wither because I have planted her by Living Water. Paint one solitary fruit. She is only now beginning to see what I have in store for her. Her fruit will be born in season, sweetened by the tears she has sown, seasoned by her commitment to be found faithful.

When we gave it to the young lady for her housewarming, I explained what God had shown me as I painted and prayed.

She thanked me and cried.

We both knew it had to be the Lord, because I've met her maybe twice, in passing.

Jesus will go to any length to prove His love for us.

"(She) shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever (she) does shall prosper." Psalm 1:3

Beautiful Feet

A couple nights ago, I noticed Drummer Boy had something on the soles of his feet.

Somethings.

Actually, it looked like a bunch of freckles.

"What are these?" I asked him.

"Oh, probably some prickles I walked in from the yard."

(I love his use of probably. More often than not, he uses this word when he knows exactly why.)

"You stepped in prickles today?" I continued.

"No, the other day I think," he answered nonchalantly.

I felt like the world's worst mom for:

a) only noticing days later my son had prickles imbedded so far into his foot that the skin was actually smooth to the touch,

b) what now needed to take place as a result of the aformentioned maternal negligence.

The following pictures show Biker Man's surgical prowess.

I cringe even now looking at them.

But it got me to thinking.

Sometimes in my walk with God, I walk where I shouldn't, following my own wisdom, and not the Holy Spirit's leading.

In the process, I get sidetracked, Walking where I shouldn't.

Junk gets stuck in my feet, and remains there until I stop and tell God about it and ask Him to remove it.

Only He can.

Then I can walk unhindered and in obedience to bring His Good News to those He sends me to.

Then I'll have beautiful feet.

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”

Isaiah 52:7

Holy In His Sight

Sing little girl!

Your Daddy is a builder of a city yet unseen

Architect and Founder of the reality of dreams

Dreams and visions of a time to come

When the King will reign

Fulfilling Revelation.

Barren womb long past menopause

Conceiving Isaac, laughter

Gold refined from dross.

He looks beyond road construction

to journey's end not asking perfection

Which no man can attain

But holiness

which before His blood

was only His to claim.

But He loved with a love

beyond comprehension

Unfathomable, crazy even

defying all convention

Recklessly abandoning the Throne of glory

In wonder angels watched

as He unfolded the story.

The lover He created

to one day be His Bride

His affection rejected

Purity cast aside

But true love could not be denied

Her ransom too high

Enslaved by her own choosing

He kicked in the door

to the traffic house

as the enemy stood accusing

the woman huddled in a corner

believing lies about her soul

Until Mercy called her name

and Freedom paid the toll

Taking the rags

she clung to as right

As the ring kissed her finger

He called her

holy in His sight.

Two Weeks Ago

So, from my last blog, you know we were in Tulsa after leaving Colorado.

On the way, we stopped in Hays, Kansas.

We took the kids to the Sternberg Museum of Natural History.

It was very educational.

Especially since secular Science doesn't believe The Great Flood happened. (read all about it in Genesis 6.)

All of these fish bones were found in the middle of Kansas!

Crazy, right?

I won't give a geology lesson, I promise.

But Ellie and Drummer Boy sure got one!

After the field trip stop, it was on to Tulsa, Oklahoma for a night of worship, and weekend services with some wonderful people.

Because I am the main photographer, and I was onstage the entire time, there are no pictures with Pastor Bill Story or Pastor Paul Aelmore from Bethel Worship Center.

It was truly a memorable time in God's presence. We just have to work on photographic evidence.

We stopped in on Pastor Danny and Sarah Borrell at Faith Center in Tulsa.

I really really love them.

Now we are back home.

I tried to blog about this a few days ago, and then a couple days ago again, but couldn't attach any pictures.

From now on, I guess I'll have to blog without photos to stay current.

It's just not as fun.

Wednesday, I have an interview with a local radio station, KAJN (102.9 fm).

They have been playing "Stars" from Declaration.

I hope I don't ramble.

Why are you laughing?

I can do that, right?