Just Breathe

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Song of Solomon 2:13

There are no sweeter words to the human ear than the call to rest at His feet. A place where the known speaks with the unknown. The seen fellowships with the unseen. A place where the heart finds peace. And the spirit is renewed.

When I began this journey, I promised myself I would always answer His invitation. The time spent at the feet of Jesus transforms me. I become a better daughter, wife, mother, friend, and writer.

So, dearest reader, I am taking a break to spend time with my one Desire. I will be back in a while.

Thank you for understanding and continued support of this blog.

In the meantime, if your world is a little crazy, take a moment and listen to “Breathe” by Johnny Diaz.  Great advice for this busy life. But, you’ll have to wait for the chorus to get it.




The Lord Is My Portion

The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. Lam. 3:24

Raindrop-2From time to time, it’s easy to imagine we are in control of our lives when in truth, we are not. For no matter how tightly we cling, or how carefully we plan, all can be lost in the breath of a moment. Therefore, the important things in life are not things.

I brought nothing into this world, and I will take nothing when I leave. What I do for Heaven and others will be all that matters. Truth and justice, hope and charity, grace and mercy, will remain long after I’m gone.

And when I look at my life through this lens of reality, I find I have only one hope.

Jesus. My Savior and Friend.

Knowing that He is waiting at the end of this high wire act of faith, gives me the courage to let go and walk the line.

Eyes closed.

Arms opened wide.

Head tilted back.

In Him will I hope!



When the Wind Blows

And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39

I read a story this past week about a young man seeking employment on a farm. When asked by the farmer what he knew about farming he replied, “I know nothing about farm work, but I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Desperate for help, the old farmer hired the boy. One night a storm blew in, and the farmer ran to the young man’s room, and there he lay sleeping like a baby. Rather than waste time trying to wake him, the farmer ran to check the barn, animals, and the straw pile. All were secure. The farmer understood the boy’s statement.*

As I read the story, I thought of Jesus and the disciples on the storm-tossed sea. The Word says “the waves beat into the ship, and it was now full.”

The disciples were afraid.

Jesus was asleep.

On a pillow!

The disciples awakened Him and asked did He care if they drowned.

water-932284_1920He stood, rebuked the wind and spoke to the waves.

The winds ceased. The storm calmed.

Then He asked, “Why are you afraid? Why don’t you have faith?”


They were afraid and asked, “Who is this that even the wind and sea obey Him?”

Have you ever been there?

Speaking spiritually, I don’t always sleep when the wind is blowing, and the waves are rocking my world. But when I stop watching the horizon bob up and down and get my focus on the Master of the wind, my spirit calms.

Then I, like Jesus, can rest when the winds blow and the waves crash around me!

How about you. Do you ever have trouble resting when the wind is blowing?


*I Can Sleep When the Wind Blows ~ Olden Cook