“Writing was never intentional. After the Lord came for me, I simply began to blog my longing for Him, my joy in Him, and my daily ponderings and lessons from my time with Him.

I have fallen in love with writing. Writing of His tenderness and the beautiful ways He speaks to me. The fun loving ways He shows His nature and names..Elohim..El Roi…Adonai. I have learned whether through songs, poetry, or stories, He has a message for us if we are listening. A song is a sermon set to a melodic outpouring. A poem can be the means He delivers a rebuke but with loving mercy. A story can be a mere parable likened to the ones we read in His Word. A prophetic utterance can be ushered in from His heart through pen and paper…as with Paul and others in the Bible. He still speaks to His people today..this has never changed.

I wish I could tell you I can simply sit down to write at anytime, or on any subject. Yet, it is not His way with me. I have to wait for Him to plant the seed in my heart. Sometimes it’s a single word or topic. His Spirit within me leaps, pricks, or lingers as a thought when He is stirring something in my heart. Many times it’s a Word for His church calling us back to Himself in repentance. Sometimes even a warning…regardless my heart is to obey when He says “arise.”

Through writing He has birthed publications and books to strengthen the brethren, encourage us towards destiny, and speak truth in a world quickly turning from the Father. If we dare to spend valuable time with Him we will heart His heart. His heart as it rejoices and His heart as it weeps. For He resides in us. He longs for us to know Him well and to love Him deeply.



coinHabakkuk 2:1-4 – 1 I will stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tower, and will watch to see what he will say unto me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved. 2 And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it. 3 For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.