Emotional Rollercoaster!

I thought we were actually making progress here.  I've been busy with preparations for making a trip home.

I had lined up interviews, with not just one, but two potential caregivers to help with mom so I could go home for awhile.  I was pretty excited to have this finally coming together.  It was pretty emotional just finding a gal and talking to her on the phone.

We had our first interview this morning.  BUT, she called when she got home to tell me she just couldn't do it.  It is too much liability.

I have no words.  To say I'm disappointed is an understatement.

I was hoping to have good news to share.

*If I Only Knew!

Oh Giver of Life, wash over me.
Give me new life and set me free.
Free from fears that keep me bound
Renew my mind, let heaven's voice resound.

Let your Name be exalted,
Let your Name be glorified.
Let my life be dedicated,
Let my life bring glory to Thee.

Let me know God's gracious gift
Come Holy Spirit, I await, your powerful lift
That I may worship Him with new wings
Unclipped to soar with a new song to sing.

Yes.  Let me know this Jesus to-day.
He's all my desire, the reason I pray.
(The reason) I lay waiting at His feet
Expecting His touch, His work in me to complete.

Let your Name be exalted,
Let your Name be glorified.
Let my life be dedicated,
Let my life bring glory to Thee.


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Nellie Dee
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*Inspired by the woman at the well.

As I was writing and brooding (that's the word that best describes my writing process) over Answer Your Destined Call, I rewrote and changed it even up to the last minute before pushing the publish button.

The line about drinking the dregs kept bothering me until I looked it up.

Dregs: the last bitterest coffee dregs
             trash, residue, dross, last few sips
             a Middle Eastern custom to read your future in  
             your coffee grounds

Seriously?  Wow.  Then I loved it.

It's over.  Done with the dregs.  No more victim mentality.  No more crumbs!  You've had your last bitter swallow.
No need to read your future in coffee dregs.  No.

Your future is in the hand of the One who declares that you are chosen to be like His Son, conformed and molded to His image.  Destined for glory and greatness.  His plans for you are G-R-E-A-T!  If you believe it, you will answer His call.

Answer Your Destined Call

There's a woman standing next to you.
She's beaten down, worn and blue.
You'd never know that she's not free.
For she covers it with pride, you see.

She's retreated to the corner where
She finds comfort and solace there.
But, if she's honest, it's a lonesome place,
her barren heart holds her disgrace.

Yet, destiny calls.  Yes!  Destiny calls.
There's hope outside your hallowed halls.
Will you answer?  Will you answer?
Step outside your barricaded walls
and answer your destined call.

But she finds safety there
Licking wounds of despair
Afraid you'll see her painful shame
And stone her with hard-cold blame.

Destined for palatial fare
Yet eating crumbs in humble prayer
Because she's lost everything she had
Her hopes and dreams now only make her sad.

Yet destiny calls.  Yes! Destiny calls.
There's hope outside your hallowed halls.
Will you answer?  Will you answer?
Step outside your barricaded walls
and answer your destined call.

Tho' everyone else has given up.
Isolation, abandonment her bitter cup.
Afraid to step outside the pain,
Preferring safety over love's new gain.

This desert island is not your fate to bear
for I came to show you that I care.
No, you're not lost, rejected or washed up.
He will remove the furious dregs from your cup.

Yes.  Your destiny calls.  Yes. Destiny calls.
There's hope outside your hallowed halls.
Will you answer?  Will you answer?
Step outside your barricaded walls
and answer your destined call.


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Nellie Dee
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Waiting at the Well

I've listened to a lot of sermons over my lifetime.  I never realized it before, but as I was sitting here pondering what to blog, I thought about the difference between a sermon and a Spirit-led word (otherwise known as Rhema).

Upon googling the word sermon, it became ever more evident that a sermon is like an oration "at you".  This is what you should do.  Funny.  I'm pretty sure we all know what we "should" do. 

The Bible tells us that a Spirit-led word is like the quenching rain to a parched ground.  It brings the rays of sunshine and hope to the weary and delivers healing to a despairing heart.  

That's what Jesus does.  He did not come to condemn.  He is the Word who came to bring hope, healing and life.

He told the Samaritan (reject) woman at the well, "If you only knew the gift (generosity) of God..."  Those words have a haunting affect on me.  I've been repeating them.  If I only knew Him, I wouldn't be worried about so much stuff.

If I only knew this Jesus,
I would no longer thirst for love.
If I only knew Him,
I'd ask for His thirst-quenching Dove.


What a difference a Rhema word makes to an unsettled soul.

May all the words you think, speak and hear bring hope, healing and life, to yourself and to others.  God graciously blesses all those who expect Him.