The boy only wanting to give mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at him as he came rushing in
With him knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see was some thorns buried deep
And tears that he cried as she tended his wounds

And she knew it was love
It was what she could understand
He was showing his love
And that’s how he hurt his hands

He still remembers that night as a child
On his mother’s knee
She held him close and she opened her Bible
And quietly started to read
Then seeing a picture of Jesus, he cried out
“Mama, he’s got some scars just like me”

And he knew it was love
It was what he could understand
He was showing his love
And that’s how he hurt his hands

Now the boy’s grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men are there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn’t that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross

But they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that’s how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that’s how he hurt his hands

                                        —The Hand Song by Nickel Creek
listen here….

I’ve been challenged to consider a needed area of growth to focus on for the coming year and to think about how I will take responsibility to begin to make that more of a reality in my life:

My word for the year…


Things that get me in trouble:
  • comparing my life to others—physically, spiritually, intellectually, materially
  • believing the lie that God doesn’t love me as much as He loves others or that He has abandoned me
  • getting my cues from others—their opinions, judgements, actions and reactions [positive or negative] towards me—instead of from Him
  • looking for my security—my value—in any of the above
  • thinking I have to provide, promote and/or protect myself, when He has promised to take care of all of those things for me
What I need to focus on:
  • God’s unique plan for my life is PERFECT—I can trust it…and not only trust it but glory in it
  • He is my portion—and He is enough
  • setting my face as a flint as I walk toward the cross
  • what He has denied me but allowed others [and vice versa] is a matter of no importance aside from the fact that He is using it all to dredge up and discard everything that hinders His likeness in me
  • everything He allows will make me better able to genuinely minister to others because it moves from platitudes that I speak out of my mind to Living water that, having been purified by fire, flows out of  a pure heart
  • true success—treasure— is to know and become like Jesus
  • surrender and acceptance with joy will always bring me to the place my spirit longs for
 Current provision:


Last week I spent time considering the words found in Luke 2:1-40. You most likely know the story about Jesus staying behind at the temple when He was 12 years old and his parents’ frantic search to find Him.

Where was He found?

“…in the temple sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions.” v.46

God listens to our hearts and then answers by asking us questions that reveal our intentions, motives, and understanding.

“And all who heard him were amazed at his understanding and his answers.” v.47

He wasn’t a typical 12 year old asking questions to gain knowledge in preparation for ministry in his thirties. He was revealing Wisdom’s truth through the questions He asked….and then answered out of His own education.

Have you ever thought about how and where Jesus was educated?

As Dr. Warren Gage spoke Sunday, he pointed out that Isaiah 50:4-10 describes Jesus’ education:

“Morning by morning he [God] awakens; he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught.” v.4

And to what end?  To make more money in order to live the dream? To rise to the top of the social order? To rule over men?

This is what his Heavenly Father was teaching him:

“…that I may know how to sustain with a word him who is weary.” v.4

If you read through the whole passage, you will see that Jesus’ education consisted of more than just oral instruction, for Jesus learned obedience, as we are told in Hebrews 5:8, through the things He actually suffered.

Are you suffering in any way today? Ask Him to open your ear to His teaching—you are surely being qualified to sustain with His word those who are weary.

Enjoying my 2015 QT journaling using these fun little 6 x 8 notebooks that I found at Target.


This is my new go to lunch…earth balance coconut & peanut spread…healthy and delicious! I’ve been eating it with Peach Polaner All Fruit…just yum!


I spent some time yesterday morning reading some of the Christmas letters I’ve sent in years past.

Sharing an excerpt from my 2002 Delli New Christmas newsletter:

For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that ye through His poverty might be made rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9

This verse has been repeatedly playing in my mind for a while now—I can’t remember exactly when I first noticed it, but when I read it in Scripture, it began to take root, has not left, and begs to find expression through my life.

As I said, it is not my own notion—my human mind lacks the nobility to compose such splendid preferences. Even if it could, I am certain this fickle heart would have tidily disposed of and replaced it with more comfortable entertainments—it sometimes does that {smile}. But, long ago, I learned that I cannot depend on my own thoughts to lead me into Excellence, I must depend upon Someone who knows which thoughts are right and is faithful to keep presenting them to me—gently, boldly, persistently, unapologetically until I long to live the Truth of what they represent.

Of course, this very awareness presents a dilemma, because once I know a truth and accept at truth and desire a truth, I somehow think I possess Truth—but this is not the case, for power is indicative of possession; and though I may now know a truth, I find myself powerless to live it.

Although I have claimed ownership, my actions—both hidden and exposed—reveal my true state of impotence. I find emblazoned across my heart that shameful, scandalous, epitaph: BANKRUPT—UNABLE TO PRODUCE—INSOLVENT!

What shall I do? One of three things:

I might flatly deny Truth at this point and begin manufacturing my own counterfeit standard of righteousness.

Or I might settle into an eternal state of bankruptcy…defined by Blackstone this way: “A trader who secrets himself or does certain other acts tending to defraud his creditors.”…I will defraud those who have given me credit, because I have led them to believe that SELF is sufficient to live up to the standard that a righteous life demands, knowing full well that, when the books are audited—and they someday will be—the acts of service I have meticulously entered into the credit column of “good works” and represented as profit are not backed by the collateral of a pure heart…it’s still always about me—my choices, my terms, my glory!

Or I will humbly declare bankruptcy, confessing my need for a benefactor—someone who loves me in spite of—perhaps even because of my needy condition—one who is willing to empty His own self-account to fill mine with His power to live Truth.

Yesterday was the first Christmas I ever remember not receiving one tangible gift…..I received SO much more….contentment, peace, love, joy…the Life of Christ Himself—the REAL gift….and it cost Him everything!

“How silently, how silently the wondrous Gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heaven. No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin, where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.”  —O Little Town of Bethlehem v.3


  • Mimi

    Beautifully written and felt. So happy God is manifesting Himself so powerfully in your life. He is to be praised for His mighty works!

    I Love You, Debi,