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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.

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Brussels Sprouts…

Today is Christmas Day. Not a lot of Merry in the room at the moment. I need to shower, put clothes in the dryer, and… coffee… coffee is in there somewhere, I know it is. 

Got the clothes in the dryer and coffee has been had, I even ate some Brussels Sprout Parmesan with sour cream. I love Brussels sprouts; I can eat them every day and not get tired of them. I used to eat them a lot when I was younger, but over the years I have lost the things I have loved; things like Brussels sprouts, things like reading and writing. Spending time with God every day and reading my Bible. 

I got married, and over time my life conformed to living in his world. Liking what he liked and doing things he wanted to do. We bought ice cream, the kind he wanted, and watched the shows he liked. Went to bed when he wanted to go. Life was an on eggshells kind of life and God forbid if I didn’t pay attention. Fourteen years of walking out, a life of tiptoeing around his kingdom. I’m so glad I don’t have to do that anymore. 

So now I get to learn about who I am and figure out the things I like in life. Remind myself that I love things like Brussels sprouts and I get to go to bed when I want. I’m still working on finding the flavor of ice cream I like; vanilla, chocolate, pistachio… wondering if I even like ice cream at all. I can’t remember ever eating it before I got married. However, when I buy it I find I eat it way too much.

This past weekend, I was blessed to receive a six-foot leather duo recliner sofa, armchair and ottoman, end table, bedside table, a full-size four-poster bed, Beauty rest mattress, and box springs. I had prayed last week, on Thursday, about getting furniture. By Friday morning, it was being delivered. God is so good to me. 

My living room has been my bead studio for the past few years. I don’t entertain in my home, so I haven’t been very concerned with where anyone might set if they should come to visit. Then this past month I have been thinking more about my calling, my true calling, which is not beading or trying to make it into a business. I’m called to be a writer, a public speaker. Motivational speaker… like Tony Robbins move on over kind of speaker

A few weeks after moving to Houston, I asked God “Where do I go from here? What next?” Deep in my spirit, I heard him reply, “Take no thought I will tend to you.

That was in 2011, and here it is the end of 2018… He has always kept His promise to me. I, of course, have not been very successful at the “take no thought” part of His instructions.

In the process of thinking about this over the last few weeks, I have realized what I have known for some time now, that keeping the beads and beading studio cluttering up the place I am actually “taking thought.” Thinking that I could make something that someone would buy and possibly make a living at it, pay my bills and build an empire kind of thing.

Taking thought. 

Not only has that not worked out for me, but it has hindered my success in developing my true call. How can I call myself a “writer” if I have not written anything of value? What am I called to write? Should I write novels? Or blog? I know that whatever I write, I want it to be inspirational. When others read my writing, I want them to be uplifted, encouraged, and inspired. To see a way to make it through whatever they’re going through. Whether it concerns health issues, financial problems, and relationship or self-image problems. To see a light at the end of the tunnel, and it is not the light of an oncoming train. 

So I’m getting rid of all my beads. Turning my place into a regular home with furniture that is inviting. I’m still not going to be entertaining much, but I’m also sure that it will be more inviting for people. Who knows? Entertaining? Well, Domino’s delivers. 

Today, I will spend alone my Christmas day with M.A.S.H. 4077, my pup and kitty by my side, and a maybe nice long hot bath. Which is where I think I’m headed now.

Oh, and plotting out where I want to place my new furniture. 

Merry Christmas!

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Pastor Bob Phillips

This week the world suffered a significant loss. Pastor Bob Phillips left us and went home. I can’t even tell of how great this man was to me or how instrumental he was in my life. I met him when my entire world and all that was in it had basically shattered.

He was the first person in my life ever to say he was proud of me, and to this day, I don’t know what made him say that. But as he walked away that day, I felt something shift within me.

Various times, during the early days of this new path God had me on, I would cry out to God in my secret chambers, longing for His hand. God would speak to Pastor Bob concerning those very issues. Pastor Bob would call me [out]; praying with a true father’s heart over me and speaking boldness and blessings into my life.

Some may not agree with this… but I know if it had not been for Pastor Bob being focused and obedient to the heart of God, I would not be here today (alive). If you disagree with that thought, that’s okay. However, this is what I believe.

Pastor Bob will always be who he was to me, a true father figure who made me feel that for the first time in my life someone actually cared about me. I’m glad he is home, not in physical pain anymore. My heart is sad, but my spirit is soaring for him.

Please keep Sherry and the rest of his family in prayer.

PS – I have visions of Pastor Bob and David Wilkerson being back together cruising down the boulevards of Heaven in an open convertible

Notes or cards through the mail:
The Phillips family
C/O Heartland Church
PO Box 1024
Ankeny, Iowa 50021