My Favorite Room

My favorite room is a fluid title that floats from room to room.  Depending on my mood, it could the bathroom, the bedroom, the family room, or depending who's in there, the kitchen.  But my favorite room, by far, hands down, as of late,  is my prayer room.  That is where I find God.  

Now don't get it twisted, God is in my study and bedroom, in the kitchen and the car.  He is everywhere, but there is something special about my prayer room.  He meets me there.  It's not a full room, per se, it just a walk in closet.  That's my garden where He walks with me and talks with me.  And for the most part, I can worship there without waking up the rest of the house (some restrictions apply).

It's a sanctuary for everyone.  I have often seen my kids go in there, "just 'cause I need to pray."  They love to see the new people who constantly appear on the wall and they pray for them.  (They are especially partial to the kids.)  It warms my heart to see them sneak in there and hear their sincere prayers.

The room has a desk, a few books and bible, an oversized pillow, smell-goods, pictures of family and friends, logos of ministries, verses, promises and confessions.  It also has chalk board stickers that can be written on…and erased… (Touch three people and say Thank God that Grace can Erase!)  

It's a work in progress but I thought I would share, because I would love for EVERY home to have a family altar.  If you don't have a room, use a closet.  If you don't have a closet, find a wall.  If you don't have a wall, get a posterboard.  If you don't have that, fine…just get on your knees.

Ask of Me, and I will give You 

The nations for Your inheritance, 

And the ends of the earth for Your possession.  Psalm 2:8

My Fast from the Internet

Ok, I am supposed to be working.  I am supposed to be transcribing however I can't keep off the internet.  I said I was going to fast from the internet (you know…not go on the internet) for one WHOLE hour and I couldn't do it.  I started over and I am doing good now (3 minutes into the fast), but somehow I feel like I am cheating, because I am writing a blog to post as soon as this self-imposed ban is lifted.  

What in the world?!?!?  I am trying to figure out if the internet is so powerful it is pulling me, or is the transcription so powerful it is repelling me.  Either way, it's left me feeling weak here so I am going to conquer it all the transcription and this world wide web of time sapping sites, tweets and blogs.  I am breaking free….

WWHHHOOOOAAAARRRRRRRRR

…hear me roar.  

I felt that one.  I am this is about to be a very liberating 52 mins.  I can feel it.

(…and counting)

POSTSCRIPT:  I did it, I went like an hour and a half (not counting the one time I HAD to break it to google something, but I HAD TOO.  And guess what I learned...I didn't miss a thing.  Not ONE THING.  I'm going to do this fasting thing more often.  I am so much more productive that way.

Bless and it will come back to you

So I am a firm believer in speaking life in general and blessing your children specifically.  Often our family worship is punctuated with "the blessing."  We lay hands on the kids and bless them and speak into their lives and they respond to each blessing with a rousing "AMEN."  The blessing could say:


You will be blessed all the days of your life!
Wealth, wisdom and prosperity is flowing to you now!
Your feet will stay in the paths of righteousness!
Angels will protect you!
Sickness and disease will be far from you!
Rebellion and disobedience will be far from you!


So tonight, after I blessed the kids, my babies decided to bless me!  I bent down so they could put their hand on my head and they spoke into my life the favor of God, peace and prosperity, protection and joy, health and wealth and victory!  It was amazing!  (My kids are only 6 and 4 years old.)  It made me misty-eyed hearing them proclaim such amazing blessings and promises from the Word of God.  It was so much better than them repeating or singing a toy commercial.  I felt like today I saw the Word bear fruit in my children and it truly excites me.


From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. Ps 8:2

Don't Judge Me

Ok, I was in the store and I felt like I was getting looks from people.  At first, I brushed it off but it kept happening…people would look in my cart and then look at me with either disdain or pity or some other negative emotion.  Some would laugh to themselves.  Others shook their heads, if not outwardly, inwardly.  What was in my cart that was so bad?  Condoms? Dirty Magazines?  Enough alcohol to stock a frat house?  Nope, no of these things.  I just had about 12 TV dinners!  People were looking at me like:

     "It's a shame as old as she is she doesn't know how to cook."  

     "That's what's wrong with these mothers today, feeding their kids this mess."

     "That's what's wrong with sistas today, can't even make a basic meal."

Ok, for all you grocery store (and internet people) judging me….STOP!  For the record, I can cook!  I can cook WELL, too.  I have a 20 extra pounds to show for it.  I cannot cook a 4 point dinner though (Weight Watcher points), so I decided I would do portion control and calorie control and fat control and get the little TV dinners.  You will happy to know I just purchased a Weight Watchers 30 minute meal cookbook too. But in the meantime, until I get some time to figure out the 4 point meal, I will continue to fill my cart up with TV dinners.  My face will bear the look that I don't care what you think of me…I AM A GOOD MOTHER AND WIFE, TV dinners and all.  My hips may have a depressed look because they are about to lose the Flab Five.  (But don't worry about my hips losing their friends, they will be comforted by CLOTHES THAT FIT, HEALTH and LONGEVITY.)   And that's all I have to say about that!