Friday, May 29, 2026

Remembering Lot’s wife…

Remember Lot’s wife

On the go, they ran and ran, she didn’t really have time to make a plan

Remember Lot’s wife

Charm is deceitful and she likely had both demands on her worldly appetites kept her in a chokehold

Remember Lot’s wife

A blushing bride, we do not know her history or name, dust to dust ashes to ashes were her claim to fame

Remember Lot’s wife

Lot is called righteous in 2 Peter chapter 2, but Lot’s wife endeavored to dress cuter than you

She had it all (in the world’s eyes) or so it seems, her husband was wealthy and could fulfill her dreams and needs

Remember Lot’s wife

Lusted for Sodom’s door knob, never worked or suffered or had a job; Her joy was not in Yahweh, only her outer adornment and looks unlike bookish Lot praying and studying the Holy Book 

He desired to follow in Uncle Abraham’s footsteps 

But his wife did not enjoy the lessons she dreamt of where to travel next

Remember Lot’s wife-these three words spoken by Jesus, the next two we all know by heart “Jesus wept”

Remember Lot’s wife, so sound the alarm!

It’s hard to be a woman with life’s endless demands, but Christ says come to me all who labor let Me give you a hand

She left Sodom in a hurry but Gommorah -these twin cities never abandoned her heart

She turned around with longing eyes, city life was her goal from the start

She was living the dream, but that was the problem you see

She put myself “I” and me before the King of Kings and worshipped her own selfish identity

Before we point a finger we should look in the mirror instead, “search my heart oh God examine me” the Psalms of David can be heard and read

Crucify me, help me die to the world!

For I do not want to end up like Lot’s favorite girl

The story gets worse when you read in Genesis, for the sisters learned from mom and her own selfishness.

Again & again I say: Remember Lot’s wife 

Remember her and do not turn to the right or to the left, instead focus on Jesus as His way is best 

Thursday, May 28, 2026

Unhappy and Vexed

We hear a lot about temptation, but what about vexation?

A happy heart is a thankful heart Madame Blueberry said.

What was that verse about giving thanks the pastor once said?

I desire a heart that is settled on the LORD.

I scroll through my phone looking at random photos and videos when I am bored.

No wonder my heart is both unhappy and sore vexed.

I am worried about what in the world I am going to eat next.

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

Fanny Crosby was blind and wrote hymns galore.

She truly knew no worldly treasures could be found in the store.

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

Joy in the morning, yet there are truly tears in the night.

I look down at the scale and I scream at the sight.

The same ole same ole day in and day out,

Oh except for Sunday, that's when the family is routinely gathered no doubt.

Mom over here, dad in his chair, kids on their tablets and screens everywhere.

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

Just a closer walk with thee, this is what my heart longs for;

But I ignore God's call to wake up at 3am to pray some more.

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

Consider the lilies, the birds snacking at In N Out too, they know more of our Abba's heart than many influencers do.

God is good, God is great we sing but inside our own souls we hate.

We gorge on food and entertainment and friends, and we ignore the book that once caused our hearts to break;

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

I want to be still but there is so much to do.

I want to be quiet and take in the air that you freely give;

I don't want to yield to the busy noises and fast paced world where I live.

I am caught in between the now and not yet.

I think about my health and my blood pressure numbers I resent.
I want to be free to live with childlike wonder,

I want to wonder what God's face looks like when lightning storms and I hear loud thunder.

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

I want to jump in the pool and swim with a smile.

I want to ignore the unread text messages and stay off Instagram for awhile.

I want to lay in the fields so fresh and so green.
I want to know the abundant life John 10 speaks of what did Jesus even mean?

"I want-I need" so I buy it now.

I cut open my amazon box with a smile.

I cry when I think I haven't heard my kid's voice in awhile.

I wonder if I will get to heaven or is my assurance lost?

Am I a chosen lamb, or a goat with a heart of frost?

A happy heart is a thankful heart.

Delight yourself in Yahweh, praise His Name now and forever.

Help me sing out of tune and write poems to you hold the eternal promises that can never be severed;

May I weep during communion so thankful I am alive.

May I care not of the things the commercials say I must buy.

May I love the LORD and His people....each one unique "Imago dei,"

May I drown out the lies that that Serpent tries to say.

Help me dream of playing with grandkids not yet born, and teach them how to praise the Name of the LORD.

Help me find gratitude and not despise the day of small things

For the Truth will set me free from accumulating treasures that just grow wings. 

A happy heart is a unhurried heart. 

Forgive me LORD for all the worry and fretting I do

Help me think less of me and sharpen my gaze towards You! 




Friday, May 8, 2026

Bible Study with Jesus

 


Bible Study with Jesus


It doesnt make sense it doesnt make sense

A prophet is here

They hollered and cried

But now

We saw him scourged and left to die

 It doesnt make sense it doesnt make sense

This Sojourner knows every detail, and has so much knowledge… 

It doesnt make sense at all

He has not been schooled or attended college…

 It doesnt make sense It doesnt make sense

Something’s funny here

My chest is on fire and truths are coming clear

And yet…


It doesnt make sense It doesnt make sense


Don’t leave yet! 


Linger longer…I’m hanging on your every Word

I want to know what you are saying you have supernatural insights that’s for sure! 


It doesnt make sense It doesnt make sense

He called us foolish men and slow of heart to believe 

But on this road to Emmaus my heart now receives….


It doesnt make sense and yet now it makes perfect sense!


My eyes were opened finally! 

at last I see! 

He broke the bread and I realized Jesus was speaking to me ! 


There is no other day that I can recall, where I was personally taught the Bible by the LORD of All!


He vanished ! Left abruptly from us, want me to tell you the story again? 


As we walked I hung on every Word He was like my oldest closest dearest Rabbi friend! 


Jesus forgive me for not seeing you  before, my senses were dull and my knowledge of the Suffering Servant was flawed

But now I want to tell everyone who you are

My King and My God!  

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