Posted in Life in My Lane

My First Encounter

The first time I encountered Dodie Osteen.

The first time I went to Lakewood, a woman who had invited me picked me up and took me. As we were sitting, people started passing buckets around. I asked the woman what they were doing. She told me they were taking up money. I kind of freaked out inside because I thought they were charging a fee for being there.

Before the bucket got to me, I searched in my wallet. I found a letter I had written to God. Quickly I scribbled on the back an apology for not having anything to give. I told whoever would look at it that the letter was all I had, that I hoped they would forgive me and accept it.

That night the lady asked me back. When I told her I had nothing else to give, she explained the concept of them taking up tithes and offerings. I went back with her.

Dodie Osteen went to the platform and then called me out. She asked if she could read my letter. I shook my head yes, and she read. Halfway through, she stopped. I looked up, and she was in tears.

She composed herself and finished. People got up and hugged me and told me how blessed they were. I will never forget that night.

Every time I saw her afterward, I would address her as Mrs. Osteen. She would stop and say, “That’s Mama Dodie to you.”

I’m so grateful to the woman who invited me, I don’t remember her name. However, I will never forget. Because of her, I have a cherished memory.

Posted in Life in My Lane

At His Feet…

“Mary has discovered the one thing most important by choosing to sit at My feet.

She is undistracted, and I won’t take this privilege from her.” Luke 10:42

I, too often, find myself lost in the distractions of life. Especially, when it comes to sitting down at His feet. The phone rings, a knock on the door, or just the thoughts of what I have to do today.

It frustrates me to realize that I’m more like Martha than I am Mary. I want to sit at His feet and discover the beauty of who He is, to stop allowing the distractions to rob me of that. The only one who can make that happen is me.


Today, I choose to sit at His feet, to focus more on Him, and to seek out the beauty of who He is and the revelation of what He has to say to me. I pray you will do the same.

Posted in God Stories

Chiquita Banana…

Years ago when I first started my walk with God, there was a huge thing about praying for Isreal, praying for the peace of Jerusalem. 

I had set up a prayer room in my apartment and I wanted to find an Israeli flag to add to the room. I searched everywhere for one, but could not find one anywhere [before internet]. 

Weeks passed and frustration set in, so late one night I cried out to God, “Father God, all I want is a tinny tiny little Israeli Flag. 

How hard could that be? 

The very next morning, I was headed into the office when my boss called. He was stuck at his house with his kids and did not have any milk for their breakfast. He asked me if I would mind picking up a gallon and a few bananas.

I dropped them off and headed again toward the office. But then thought that milk and banana sounded nice. So I stopped back at the same store and grabbed one banana and a small milk. 

Got back on the road, as I drove and prayed I ate my banana and drank my milk. The tag on the banana was in my way, so I pulled it off and stuck it on the tip of my left index. I continued to drive and pray. 

Sitting at a red light I suddenly saw it…

A tinny tiny little Israeli flag attached there on my Chiquita banana sticker. 

Of course, the guy in the car next to me thought I was a nut because all I could do was jump up and down in my seat as I pointed to what he might have only thought was my banana. LOL

God is so cool. He did the impossible for me that morning and used Chiquita to deliver. 

On a side note, I’ve been told that for me to purchase that banana with an Israeli flag in a Houston supermarket was not possible. 

The God of impossibilities strikes again. 

This sticker has been taped in my Bible since that morning. One of my most favorite God stories.