Saturday, January 28, 2017


A wonder is a wonder, to state the obvious.  Signs and wonders are an "it" thing.  We want to know what they are so we can predict what's going to happen next or validate what we believe.  And my or my there are plenty of "experts" recognizing them in the world today. After all remember the blood moons!  Forgive my cynicism but I think if signs and wonders are what dictates our future aren't we missing out on the beauty of a wonder?  God is a wonder!  So when on the receiving end of one of His wonder's shouldn't the reaction be; Aha! Wow! Amazing! Unbelievable!  It's not about what to expect or sign to look for; it's about the joy that comes with the wonder of the unexpected!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Describe God

I love God, He's my Father, Lord, Savior and King. When reading Psalms 91 in Brian Simmons Psalms Poetry on Fire a phrase in verse two caused me to pause: Here's how I describe Him ... I wonder; "How do I describe God?"  I know how I feel, but how would I describe Him?

It's the Christmas season and I describe Him as a baby in a manger.  At Easter He's the crucified Savior.  Both are wonderful images yet I sense I could describe Him as something more than what He is, more of who He is and how I know Him.

I wrestle with descriptors as He's indescribable.  Words like wonderful, marvelous, magnificent all apply but are inadequate for what I want.  To describe how I know Him words like generous, kind, patient, gentle, jealous, passionate are only a start.  To state the obvious; He is love personified. 

Then in Psalm 8, from Poetry on Fire, David describes Him as a 'Fascinating Artist'.  There it is... that's the God I know, He is Fascinating! He never ceases to amaze and astound me.  Just when I think I've figured something out He smiles, then expands and elaborates in such a way I respond; WOW!  I love that about Him.

His artistry is a wonder!  The orange of a sunset, pink sunrises, grey thunderstorms, spring greens, summers bouquet of color, falls brilliance, winter draped in white.  Who but God could have such a diverse creative imagination.  I like that about Him!

The list of adjectives are endless for describing God; perhaps that's why He said to simply call Him I Am.  Yet in discovering new ways to describe Him I'm drawn ever closer to knowing more about His character as Father, Lord, Savior and King; how exciting!

                                                                  So, how do you describe God?

Friday, March 22, 2013

Be Also

As a kid I loved to imagine I could go to far away places to times long forgetten in search of lost treasures.  Perhaps it was Aladdin's cave where only I would know the magic word that opens treasures door.  Then I'd jump onto a flying carpet, soar through the heavens my heart searching for grander adventures and more treasures.

I discovered worlds beyond my own through the many books I read.  They filled my childhood with wonder filled imagination.  I remember playing in the shadow of a great tree, pretending I was at Solomon's court and asking God if He could make me wise.  I thought it pretty cool that Solomon knew how to save that baby, I wanted to be able to do that.  I love that God heard that prayer and used it to draw me unto Himself, what a treasure!

As an adult I discovered the book that became the guide for life's God adventures.  Along the way we've walked through the valley of the shadow (Ps 23:4), and He has made my feet like hinds feet and set me upon my high places (Ps 18:33).  The doors which have opened, revealing heavens treasures, when I knocked, unlocked with the key of unconditional love, or simply asked in the name of Jesus. 

Within this great read of a book I discovered God treasures which were purchased with His blood and freely given through the Holy Spirit.  Oh the wonder of His favor, the mystery of joy unspeakable and full of glory, the heady scent and flavor of the Spirit's ripened fruit.  John wrote; "And there are many other things which Jesus did, which if they were written in detail, I suppose that even the world itself would not contain the books which were written (John 21:25).  I imagine those treasured books are in eternities heavenly library where they are read. 

A definition of treasure is the place in which good and precious things are collected and laid up.  Oh what good and precious gifts have I collected over the years, filled my heart's storehouse of faith so that when needed freely I have received freely I will give.  Because I know where my treasure is there will my heart be also. (Luke 12:34) 

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Perfect Gift

Finding the perfect gift can be so frustrating yet very rewarding.  I don't know how many times I've seen something and thought, 'That would be perfect for 'so and so' I should buy it,' and didn't.  Then when it's time to get a gift I can't find it or anything else that would be as perfect.  I'm so glad God doesn't do that.

He says every good and perfect gift is from Him.  I think of the perfect gifts He has given.  First and foremost His son, Jesus.  He comes wrapped in a swaddling cloth.  Angels rejoice, wise men bring gifts, Shepherds stand in awe and a heavenly star brightly declares His glory.  We celebrate this gift and call it Christmas.

Thirty years later the man, Jesus, comes to fulfill the law and prophets by setting captives free from sin.  This time He is wrapped in blood.  A severe lashing becomes the stripes of healing.  Thorns are the crown He so majestically wears as King of kings and Lord of lords.  The weight of sin is placed on His back and He carries it through the streets of a city whose name means peace.  Hands and feet are pierced becoming the cross of salvation.  We celebrate this gift and call it Easter.
Since the dawn of creation God has given many gifts; such as free will to call Him friend.  With His very breath He wrapped us in the gift of the Holy Spirit.  Everyday I unwrap this gift when I produce fruit of the Spirit rather than desires of the flesh. Finally the perfect gift, unconditional love, which for the joy set before Him God willingly purchased with His blood. We celebrate this gift and call it eternal life.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

That Voice

Whenever I edit someone else's writing I listen for the voice within the piece.  I'm careful that any changes I make don't sound like me. I remember a few years ago a friend had talked with another friend; she then said; "Rhonda you are spending entirely too much time together!  You sound alike!  I thought I was talking to you!"  At the time I laughed, but the Lord had been trying to get the same point across to me and I hadn't been listening.  I spent a lot of time with that person and I did sound like her.  I had to step back and restore my voice; which was a process.

Remembering this prompts me to wonder;  "Do I let the Word made flesh, Jesus, speak in His voice or edit it to sound like my own?"  Jesus said: "My sheep shall know my voice."  At Mt. Sinai the people were given the choice to go up and hear God's voice, they chose not too and wanted Moses to listen for them.  Do I choose to have ears to hear?  Or do I want others to listen for me?  Am I abiding so that I know the nuances of His voice?

I soooooooo desire to hear the voice of creation!  What words did He ponder on, then chose to create dirt?  I imagine a math equation of words that formed the dust of the earth.  It was important to get dirt just right because after all it's what formed man in God's image. When the breath entered in how long did it take to activate the eardrum?  What were the first words heard? 
I wonder such things because I want to know that I know it's His voice when speaking.  I train my ears to listen because He's not just my Savior, Lord, God and King but my Friend.  I want to hear when there's something He wants to talk about.  When the still small voice that directs, encourages, corrects, and just wants to chat calls my name; I want to make sure I hear that voice.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Finish the Course

For the joy set before . . .  Run the race . . .  I've been told I run like a girl; Duh, I am a girl.  Yet when it comes to the joy set before me I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength, even run.  But there are times I become weary; especially if I'm running with out joyful endurance.  Then I need to walk and not faint.  If I don't take the time to walk I'll end up crawling to the finish line, if I'm lucky.  But I don't want to depend upon luck; I want sufficient grace to help me with what I can't do for myself; put my eyes back on the prize of joy unspeakable and full of glory.  Marvelous, intangible glory which strengthens my soul.  Not pride or reward but shekinah glory; the evidence of God's enveloping presence that manifests itself as a cloud by day and fire by night. They reveal the prepared way and then I can finish the course.

Monday, May 28, 2012


Heaven awaits!  Jesus greets me with a smile that rivals a glorious sunrise.  I humbly fall to my knees in awe of what He's done for me.  His outstretched hand clasps mine; He raises me up and with a kiss on the cheek says, "Rhonda meet your Father!"  I gaze into the sapphire eyes of the great I AM.  He draws me in, cupping my face in His hands as He kisses my forehead.  Strong arms envelope me; my heart melts as tears of joy flow down my cheeks.  I am Home!  He is the mansion prepared!  Time no longer exists as I spend an eternity knowing the heart of the father as He knows mine.  Curiosity is sparked for I know the mysteries of creation hidden within a gentle hug.  Words remain elusive yet everything is said.  I pull back and His smile, oh the light that emanates from His smile, soothes the scars on my wounded soul.  The cool warmth of His touch restores my image to its sin free state.  My fearfully and wonderfully made spirit soars throughout the heavenlies.  Finally! I and the father are one.