Just weeks ago the Lord gave me a dream as I slept that I was worshipping Him. I woke up just afterward and had the most vivid recollection of the dream He gave me. I had my hands raised to the heavens, just like in a painting made of me years before I began to follow Jesus. Only this time, in the dream, the heavens were so wide open as I worshipped Him that there was nothing in between me and an infinite number of angels. There was no separation at all between my worship and God’s Kingdom above me. As I did my usual middle of the night slumber-stumble to the bathroom, three words came to me. The missing piece. Why would these words come? For such a very…

I have never burst into tears reading the first page of a book before. Today I did. I did not cry because it is the opening page to the true story of a man who died. Nor did I tear up because the man went to heaven. And I did not start to cry because the man is alive on earth today because of the hand of God. My eyes produced tears because when the emergency rescue workers pronounced him dead, covered him up, and turned to help the others in need at the scene of the accident, one man stood in faith and refused to stop praying. Sometimes I am the only woman still standing, just like the man who did not give up on the one pronounced dead.…

Have you ever been on death row? I have. I was on death row every breath and second of my life before I received the promise of eternal life through faith in Jesus Christ. But God took mercy upon my soul and gave me life when I asked Jesus to come into my heart and be my Lord. Today I prayed for a woman who lives in my home state of Virginia who may well have a double death sentence. First, come September she is expected to be put to death for her crime. Second, if she does not have Jesus Christ living inside her heart then she will go to hell forever where probably most of America wants her to go. Today I did not pray that her life…

“You only see part of the picture,” someone once told me. “God sees the whole picture.” Another person said, “God does not want what’s good for you. He wants what’s best for you.” I did not understand either statement until I became deeply immersed in studying God’s Word and developed an intimate, personal relationship with Him through faith in Christ. What I have learned in years past is that God will sometimes allow my dreams to come true, and He also will bless me at times by fulfilling my desires. But His permissible will is incomparable when compared with so utterly giving my life to Him that He may bring into manifestation His perfect will for, and through, my life. I have for so long limited my life and life’s…

Would you give up your popularity for Christ? I got my practice early in life; I was never popular. My brother always was. I always traveled in the smaller, academic circles while the popular folk moved about with those who garnered the favorable – and sometimes not so favorable – attention – of the world at large. I have noticed what the Lord asks me to do for Him does not increase my popularity. But I love Him too much not to obey as best I can. Did you notice the most successful people in the Bible in terms of what they did for the Lord were often the least popular and the most ordinary? How many were hated and persecuted for their very acts of loving and serving God?…

The Lord loves and cares for me so much that today He showed me something I have done wrong for decades of my life. He used three separate people recently to deliver His message, though for years He had tried to get my attention through numerous people and situations. Until today, I had resisted, denied, and defended. Today, I received the most wonderful gift when I made the decision to repent. I asked the Lord to forgive me for every single person and animal I have hurt my entire life through what He showed me. And, through my faith in Jesus Christ and because of my act of repentance, He forgave me. Then I went one life-changing step further. I asked the Lord how to act differently in this area. I listened to His answer.…

I turn the fan on before I climb into bed for the night. Red, the infamous miracle dog who co-founded Walk by Faith Ministry, climbs onto one of the two baby mattresses that lie next to my bed. Then he climbs off. He knows better. Winnie, the two-footed dog, hoists her body into the air on her two front feet, walks in her unique way into my bedroom, and lifts herself onto the mattress. Along comes Glory, mostly blind. She finds her way to the second mattress and comes aboard. Mother Theresa, the Granny-aged dog whose owner planned to shoot and kill her who was rescued by a man who fled from the police and abandoned her who was horrifically attacked by a foster sibling dog, waits until she finds…

When God calls you to do something, say something, or go somewhere, how do you reply? Do you say YES, or do you reply no or maybe? I believe God is looking for a YES generation – an army of laborers who will do what He tells us, say what He aks us to say, and go where He sends us. I believe He wants us to do this without argument, debate, or reasoning. After all, He tells us in His Word: “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. (Proverbs 3:5-6 KJV).” Note the order. First we trust Him. Then we do not rely on our own understanding. Next we acknowledge Him. After,…

Just how busy are you? I heard the words a few weeks ago. I started to write about it. I stopped. I went to sleep one night. I dreamed. I was preaching in my dream. Just how busy are you? I spoke the exact words to those listening as I preached. I woke up. I turned to other things. But the words did not leave. They keep coming back. Just how busy are you? Today I felt led to write what I had been inspired to write in the first place. I cringed. People won’t like this. Some will be offended. I could lose a friend, or two. Others will be too busy to hear. I knew it was too late to tuck the words away, to bury them somewhere even…

My brother slept so soundly in his teenage years my mother had to buy him a special alarm clock. Extra big, bold red lettering. Extra loud. Extra everything. He just couldn’t seem to wake up without extra help. America is not a teenager as far as I know, yet today I was reminded yet again that our nation needs extra big, bold, and loud wake up calls to get moving. Living in the Nation’s Capital region, I along with numerous others awoke at 5 a.m. to the thunderous sound of the largest earthquake recorded in this area since 1974. Groggily, I wondered if it was a horrible thunderstorm, a massive truck driving by, or something terrible. It never crossed my mind it was an earthquake until hours later when a friend…

One of the most tragic true stories I have ever heard was of a man on his deathbed who told his loved one that he was certain he had not fulfilled his purpose on earth. The Bible is clear about our primary purpose, but I believe God also has a specific, individual, unique purpose for us all. Our primary purpose? “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself (Luke 10:27 KJV).” Furthermore, we are to share the Gospel: “And He said unto them, “Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature (Mark 16:15 KJV).” Beyond that? The Lord has a purpose for…

I can honestly say I love the Lord more than I ever have in my life, and yet the challenges and circumstances in my life have been unbearably relentless day after day, week after week, year after year. It seems I barely come up for air before the enemy sucker punches me with another attack, and I wonder if my particular life is truly that important to the enemy or if perhaps I matter so little to the Lord that He allows all this with barely ever a break of more than hours or a couple of days in between attack after attack. But do you know something? I have found in the past year and a half, as the grief has continued on, as I have hurt to no end, as the attack on my…

Tonight my dream house fell through, and oh how I am praising the Lord! As Walk by Faith Ministry expands its horizons with my upcoming move to South Carolina, I could not have been more excited about finding the perfect house for me and my four-legged crew. I have been blessed with a team of people advising me on the long-distance house search, and together we had researched the house to no end. “It’s my dream house,” I told my friends. I had prayed God would not let me move into a house that was not His will, and I had prayed my new house would be a place for ministry and that it would glorify His name. Tonight I received information that helped me realize the house is not…

You know the one. You think of him constantly. Her face invades your thoughts all day long. You promised yourself you would let it go. You think about him more than Jesus. The memory comes in the middle of the night. You cross the street to the other side before you near her house. You told yourself you would stop grinding your teeth. You can’t stop thinking about what happened. There he is again. Center stage. The one you won’t forgive. Then, neatly, safely, quietly, you tuck the person away into the deepest place in your heart. You pull yourself together. You make yourself forget about it. You get focused. You put on your best dress. You don your best smile. You straighten your tie. Off to church. You pray. “Our…

Do you pray for strangers? I do. It comes naturally to me. I have noticed a world in need for as long as I can remember. I was born with a humongeous heart, but my human heart did not have the capacity to love like God does. Now that the Lord lives inside me, I am learning to love with His love and to let His unfailing mercy and compassion flow through me. Throughout my day, wherever I go, whatever I am doing, I notice those in need. Random people. Total strangers. People who oftentimes never know I am there. Today, I saw a man with an infirmity hobbling far across a parking lot. I could see his brokenness. We never crossed paths. He never even saw me. I prayed…

Bound in chains. In a prison without bars, without walls, without escape. A cloud of blackness blinding my vision. A weight ever on me, lowering me, pressing me down. The rape of darkness. I could hear almost nothing but noise. Constant. I already knew Jesus; I had known Him for years. But I could do little more than grope for Him and grab onto Him, pulling Him down with me, before He motioned for me to follow and I could only drown in the quicksand. I could not even see Him leave; I could barely hear Him say, “Come, follow me.” I could not even breathe right, nor think straight, let alone love for more than minutes. I loved God. I prayed. I studied the Bible. I went to church. I worshipped. I…

Mother Theresa needs help with her retirement. She is on multiple medications to keep her comfortable. She has had a tough life & thinks of Walk by Faith Ministry as her assisted living facility. Her owner planned to shoot and kill her, her rescuer abandoned her in his flight from the police, her next caretakers kept her in a pen outside, and she was attacked so badly by a fellow foster dog after rescue that it took 2 hours of surgery to put her neck back together. Now she hobbles around like a little Granny after 13 years of a hard life – and is happy as a clam!! She is not one of Walk by Faith Ministry’s most adoptable dogs, so we are reaching out for support in providing her…

I call them my butt-kickers. They are my biblical butt-kickers. They are my friends who love the Lord so much that they are willing to tell me the truth even when it is hard to hear. They are too sold out to the Lord and care about me too much to watch me walk through difficult places without telling me there is another way. They remind me about what is real, and they tell me what I tend to forget. God has blessed me with a number of biblical butt-kickers. Why? He knows me well. I have a habit of staying in places I need to leave, and to hold onto people and things I am supposed to let go. My butt-kickers remind me what the Lord says in His…

I have fallen. Oh, I have fallen so far. I have fallen so far I have landed in the muck and mire of a hog pen I used to live in. I have made all the mistakes I made before, the ones I thought I left behind through Christ Jesus. But alas, the hog pen was waiting for my return. All my old sins awaited me, and I swooped them up like I had never let them go. But this time there were two differences. First, I knew why I fell. I am walking through a grueling season, and one of great change. So I reached back for the familiar rather than trust God to walk forward to the new land He calls me to. Second, in my fallen state,…

True love speaks the truth – in love. Yesterday my long-time pastor, whom I had not seen in the four years since God sent me out for a four-year degree in His Word and life, chastened me about my recent disobedience regarding some things the Lord has asked me to do. After so long being away from my human shepherd, I can think of some better things to talk about than where I have fallen short. But I love the Lord so much and have such a strong, trusting relationship with my pastor that I am able to see the blessing in the chastening of the Lord. The Bible says the Lord chastens those He loves, and I know the same is true of my pastor. I am grateful God…

Just how insignificant are you? In the hands of the Lord, your seeming insignificance may be your greatest asset. Before I left on a trip to visit South Carolina where Walk by Faith Ministry will open a new office and I will ultimately move, I hurried to a random tire shop to get two desperately needed new tires. Two were just about useless; the other two were exeedingly close. The manager was honest; though I was in dire need of four, I could get by with two for just a bit longer. Then, he surprised me with four tires for just slightly over the price of two to ensure I would be safe on my long journey ahead. He was led by the Lord to bless me, and I could…

What if what you won’t let go is costing you your life? Maybe you believe what you are holding onto is not risking your life because it is not potentially fatal. But what if what you will not surrender is keeping you from living the fullness of the abundant life the Lord intended for you? In a matter of mere weeks, the Lord has brought me to a place of releasing every single person, place, and thing I have held onto since the day I was born. Why? He revealed to me that not only was I holding back the life He has planned for me, but most importantly that everything and everyone I was holding onto was keeping me from holding onto Him. What are you holding onto that…

I have little recollection of a short stint I had assisting a Kingdergarten teacher years ago, but one lesson she taught at the beginning of the year remains clear. She neatly wrote a question across the chalkboard and drilled this into her students right from the start. R U Listening? The teacher knew the students would need to learn to listen if they were to learn, grow, and succeed.I know countless people who talk and pray to God on a regular basis, but I wonder how many of us are taking the time to listen. As I continue my walk through a valley of loss and challenging, unexpected change, I am conscious more than ever of my need to listen – to the Lord.I have placed my heart and life in…

When I put the ashes of my life into the hands of the Lord, He fulfilled His promise in the Bible and gave me beauty. On my wedding anniversary last week, also the anniversary of Angel Gabriel’s journey to heaven, and with divorce papers on the way, I expected the worst when I opened the mailbox. Instead, I saw the glory of the Lord once more. I rifled through the small pile of mail, I opened the single thick envelope, and within 30 seconds the Jeremy Camp song “Walk by Faith” came on the radio. The timing was perfect. I burst into tears – of joy. On the very day I did not think I could stand any more pain, the Internal Revenue Service had written to say it had…

Some storms come with thunder, lightening, wind, rain, sleet, snow, ice, and hail. Other storms come with pain, hurt, sorrow, tears, loss, grief, and injustice. But every storm has an eye, and every wise person knows there is only one way to truly make it through the ferocity of the center of the storm – by standing on the rock of faith in Jesus Christ.As the dark clouds burst open this afternoon with torrents of rain outdoors, I remained calm in the center of my personal storm. May 14 will mark the one year anniversary of the loss of my beloved Angel Gabriel, rescued as a sack of virtually hairless bones from the streets of Michigan and only given a short time with me before he want home to be with the Lord.…

Some followers of Walk by Faith Ministry may remember my beloved Angel Gabriel, who went home to be with the Lord last May 14 after only a few months under my care. He was found wandering the streets of Michigan as a sack of almost hairless bones. I asked the Lord, why would I only have such a short time with him. The Lord gave me these words, which I now use often in our ministry: It’s Never Too Late to Know the Love of God. Just two days ago, the Lord sent another canine angel.The Lord has perfect timing, doesn’t he? Angel, who was already named before she was sent to Walk by Faith Ministry, arrived just days before the one-year anniversary of Angel Gabriel’s journey to heaven. Thanks to God…

“Hello God,” said the man, adjusting his tie as the sweat gathered in the palms of his hands. “Thank you for taking the time to interview me for the job.” “Please be seated at my feet,” God replied, collecting the man’s resume from the top of the endless pile of the world’s resumes. The man looked uneasily at the ground, then seated himself as requested just the same. After all, he wanted the job. “Are there any questions I can answer?” the man said, clearing his throat in an effort to hide his shaking voice.”Your resume is very long,” God commented as he perused page after page. “Yes,” the man answered eagerly, sighing. At last, he had caught God’s attention. “And you have many degrees,” God noted, looking briefly at…

God’s love never fails, right? But human love does fail – always. Human love always comes to an end. It is only God’s agape love that is everlasting. Human love always has its limits; God’s love goes on forever. So what do we do when human love comes to a finish? We have two choices. We stop loving because our love will always terminate in our human flesh. Or, we move forward with the love of the Lord. God promises to supply all our need, and this includes love. Not only will He give us love when we need it; He gives us His very own. Today, not for the first time, enduring one of the most painful circumstances I have faced, I came to the place where human love…

What would you do for one lost sheep? Would you lay down your life for the sheep? Would you put aside your wants, your desires, your dreams, your emotions, your thoughts, your feelings, and your needs for the life of the one lost sheep? I have heard it preached often about the prodigal son, and rarely about his brother. What I have heard least of all preached is about the father. He never gave up on his son. He did not chase after him, nor did he go out and drag him back. Not only did he welcome him home, but he reached out – out of his way – to receive his son. The world teaches us all about boundaries, judgment, and vengeance. All of this belongs to the…

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