Saturday, May 31, 2014

Summer of Psalms

I have been challenged by a book I was reading that talked about how Billy Graham would read 5 psalms a day to know how to get along with God, and 1 proverb a day to know who to get along with others.

So I decided that I want to increase my prayer and worship life, but saturating in the psalms for the summer. Beginning June 1 I am inviting you to join me in seeking God through His word, to grow in prayer, in discipleship and in worship. The only way to know more of God is to read who He is - and psalms is the place to begin.

I hope you join us !

you can join or link in on facebook !

Friday, May 30, 2014


nothing. NOthing. I am beginning to see who much of nothing I am, how much of No thing can I do apart from the constant filling of the presence of Jesus.
I am praying and singing to give Him everything - but do I really mean it ?
What if when He asks, it is during my favorite tv show?
What if when He asks, I am in the midst of some shopping excursion to find - really nothing.
What if when He asks, I am at my weakest possible spiritual state of being.

Do I really mean it

I am ready to give up everything for nothing

Jesus caused His disciples to live in a constant state of being saturated in His presence. They knew nothing else - No thing did they do, but to be constantly in His presence. He created them to crave His very presence. He created them to be addicted to His presence, which was the presence of the Holy Spirit.

He caused them to never do "nothing" without the presence or the Holy Spirit.

I am constantly doing nothing with nothing.

I want to be addicted to His presence to the point that all my nothings add up to an incredible journey of everything and anything

I want my everything to become NOthing

His everything is my goal. my desire

No good thing will he withhold from those who seek Him

it is time to become nothing

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Where are the laborers?

Yesterday morning as I opened the prayer room, I walked back to the kitchen area to make some prayer fuel (coffee) and as I turned back to the main prayer room, there was this sweet gentleman standing there. "I stop by every Friday morning, but no one is ever here! I am so glad you are here ! I need some prayer 1"
This sweet fella was disabled, rides the bus himself and was feeling so stressed over some things going on in his life. We prayed. And then He stayed. When he was getting up to go meet his bus he told me - you know if you were open more, you could pray with more people. We (so there are many others) stop by here while waiting for the bus, but the room is always closed?
I am working on that I told him honestly, and asked him to pray for laborers to come and stand in the gate to pray.
My heart sank a little as I feel the burden of having this amazing prayer room, and not enough laborers or staff or prayer missionaries to keep the doors open.
It happen again. Last night.
Brian and I were in praying for the city, nation, families, marriages, soaking in the word, when in walks this beautiful woman and she stops just inside the door. She turns looks at some of our cards laying there, turns again towards me, and I get up and ask her "did you want some information and do you need help with anything?"
She looks at me and tells me some of the story of her life, how her daughter has come to the prayer room and told her mom that she needs to come. But every time they stop by, no one is ever there. Tonight -" I just saw the lights on and I don't know why I really came in, but I felt like I just wanted to see."
We began to talk, cry and pray. God really moved on both of us as we just offered up our lives to him, she was searching and God was giving
It was such a beautiful time, but again after she left, my heart felt heavy again. So many keep coming to receive prayer, and we don't have enough help to keep the doors open.
So to be honest I am trying not to be frustrated, but twice in one day, people who are hurting and searching are coming the prayer room on duke street, to find God and peace and someone just to love on them. These aren't going to go to a huge event and the old model of street evangelism isn't working - so my heart is begging God - where are the laborers?
So I am asking you; where are the laborers?