Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness

I'm trusting God on a level that I have never trusted Him before. Years ago He told me that a particular situation would be too difficult for me. And as God usually does, He came back in and told me that 'Nothing was too difficult for Him."

I'm excited that I am in a 'win/win' situation. With God that is true.

At present I am simply basking in the beauty of HIM. I never want to be anywhere but a whisper away from Him.

He is whispering, "Trust Me, dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness."
What does that look like? Hummm, well, right now it simply means enculturate, befriend, love, care, and pray.

My heart's desire: to be near Him and Him alone.

mutating missionary

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Thank You

the very essence of God



Holy Spirit

The Gospel?

The Good News?

Three in One

Wanting us

His Blood

for you

for me

Tuesday, October 23, 2007


Some days are what I call: 'Stones of Remembrance' days.

These days are days when one simply must return and re-read old journals, and remind oneself of all of the ways that one has seen God's hand move in their life. I had one of those days today.

Didn't go through stacks, simply opened up my 'Gratitude Journal' and read the lists of things I have been grateful for over the last 10 years. I didn't write in it every day. But, it is amazing how much it jogs my memories.

Found this interesting:
on September 1, 2001, I wrote:
Write this down and Frame it!!!!!!!

"We have no right to judge where we should be put, or to have preconceived notions as to what God is fitting us for. God engineers everything; wherever He puts us, our one great aim is to pour out a wholehearted devotion to Him in that particular work. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might."
Oswald Chambers
I never calligraphied it, and never framed it...
Maybe now is the time!
May God be glorified in these 'odd places' He has placed me.
Mutating Missionary

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Friday, October 12, 2007

traveling companions

I want to travel with Him. I pray God can use me to encourage others to do the same.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007


Praise God for separation.

The Greek word that is translated "separated" is aphorizo. If you look at that closely you will see the beginnings of a word we English speakers use often and enjoy admiring (especially in Texas). Horizon. It can actually be translated as 'off horizoned'.

When I think about the moment I fell on my face at 29 years old and told God I didn't care what it took, I just wanted to know HIM; I was picked up from one horizon and placed in a completely different horizon. I was

Let's look at it like this: you are on a boat in the ocean sitting in the lookout crow's nest. As far as you can see is horizon, a complete circle. But you realize that at that moment somewhere on the ocean is another boat, that sees a completely different horizon. Your center of horizon is where you are, but when you begin a journey with Christ, you are picked up from your horizon and placed in a completely different horizon. You still go to the same desk, you still teach the same children, you still wash the same clothes. But your horizon is different. You are separated. You are

And sometimes the pull to go back to the other center is strong. But HE will help us. How? Not by working at it. Instead by getting more of Him. And He becomes our center. We are re-centered, off-horizoned, separated into Him.

your mutating missionary

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

And God whispered in my ear...

His still small voice said:

"Come and sit with me."

Turning over in bed, hitting the floor running, a cursory reading and daily devotional, a quick trip to take care of banking, a jump into the car, flying away headed to school, a hurried school day, I finally stopped long enough to realize I had ignored the whisper.

I felt so sorry. I asked Him to forgive me and made a date for 5:00 in the morning the following morning -I had a group of women coming for Bible study in my home in the evening after school.

I kept to my promise and woke with a deep desire to spend time "sitting with my Lord"

And we talked. How? I read His love letters to me, I journaled, I prayed, a stopped... really stopped. He pointed me in directions I needed to think about.

I was thirsty -

I drank -

I was satisfied -

I was blessed.


We are called to be the salt of this earth. And as we have all been told: Salt causes us to be thirsty. May I be continually thirsty for HIM!

Your mutating missionary