Friday, January 22, 2010


I found a love note today.

It wasn't hiding under my pillow.I didn't find it on the cabinet by the coffee pot this morning. It wasn't on the white board that hangs on our fridge and it wasn't on the bathroom mirror. But I found it! I found it!

I read it and thought, "This is for me? This is for me!"

My heart responded with a waltz and then a soft shoe that soon burst into the tango.

I read it again and again, over and over! His words captivated me!

I knew I was in love before I read the note, but after the first glimpse of what had been left for me today, my love was deeper, sweeter, my passion for Him reignited.

I heard His voice whispering the words to my heart.

My response, "let me hear you say it again!" My eyes fell back to the page and drank in the words.

"I have entered my garden, my treasure, my bride!" (Song of Solomon 5:1)

He was calling me

His treasure ...

His bride ...

"I gather myrrh with my spices and eat honeycomb with my honey.
I drink wine with my milk." (Song of Solomon 5:1)

He sounds like one crazy in love!

Drinking wine with milk?

Myrrh, spices, honeycomb,and honey?

He gathers them for me because I am His treasure and His bride ...

I would follow Him anywhere!

My heart responds with song ...

*"You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain,
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses come fill again.

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again."

He doesn't bring me flowers, He invites me into His garden
where flowers never die ...

He meets me there

calling me His treasure, His bride ...

I bask in the glow of our oneness ...

We are inseparable ...

for eternity ...

I am my Beloved's and He is mine ...

His banner over me is LOVE ...
(Song of Solomon 2:4)

Eternal LOVE ...

The grass withers, the flower fades, but the Word of our God stands forever ..
Isaiah 40:8

*Annie's Song written by John Denver
Song of Solomon 5:1 taken from the New Living Translation
Song of Solomon 2:4 taken from New American Standard Version

Monday, January 18, 2010

Silly Prayers

I felt silly praying it, but I just wanted it so.
I was in the shower, not on my knees, and this overwhelming desire for flowers came to me. I wanted flowers ... today!

Perhaps because it is January. Flowers are scarce. I don't know. I don't usually ask for the frivolous.

"Lord, please send me flowers today!"

Once the words escaped my mouth I felt shame swallow me whole.

I shouldn't be thinking like this. How selfish! But I still wanted flowers!

Really bad!

I began to force my thoughts another direction ...

Perhaps there was someone else that needed flowers today.

I prayed about it ...

"Lord, if you have someone in mind that could use some cheering up with a beautiful bouquet of flowers would you please drop their name into my heart?"

I stilled my wants and waited for a name to come to my mind.

The Lord kept His silence.

Soon it is lunchtime.

I look up as the back door opens and he enters. We smile. Scotty sets down the armload that he brought home from the office.

He returns to the door and momentarily disappears.

Within minutes he is coming through the door again with a dozen roses and a beautiful card.

Years have passed since he has brought me flowers.

I am speechless. I am so deeply touched, momentarily paralyzed by the beauty of it,

Scotty showering me with his love by giving me glorious red roses,

the Lord loving me by answering such a selfish request in such a precious way.

Happy tears begin to roll down my cheeks ...

"Scotty, I prayed for flowers today" I tell him.

The Lord caressed our hearts with His sweetness.

He had blessed our desires ...

Scotty's desire to bless ...

my desire to be blessed ...

Such a kiss from the Lord ...

So beautiful ...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Message From Heaven

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She would take off her shoes and step into the little red rubber boots the minute she walked through the front door and into my living room.

She could not comprehend my decorating style. Who would think of putting little red boots out for decoration? She decided to put them to good use.

Occasionally I go through a decorating frenzy and move stuff around but the little red boots have remained in my front room in the same spot since the day she began to slip them on her feet.

Once the boots were on she began to sing and dance and explore every region of my house.

One day she spied the little old wooden, half red, half blue toy mailbox that Scotty used to play with when he was a child. She began to leave me pictures in the mailbox. I found that I had a self appointed pen pal. As she mastered her writing skills, my little aspiring artist left messages for me at the corners of her canvas.

Concerned that I would forget to peek in the box for mail, she would leave me a note on the kitchen table reminding me that I needed to check my box.

We had something special. She called me "My Cheri".

She was my little darling.

I love her.

The morning that she passed away, three few weeks ago today, I came home and looked in my mailbox hoping for one last letter from her. My heart sank. The box was empty.

No mail from Asya today.

No mail from Asya tomorrow.

The little red boots remain near my front door, the little mailbox rests in the corner. Both are resting, waiting for her to appear.

I wonder what she would say if she could leave me a message in my box today?

I think she would write:

My Cheri,

Don't be sad! I want you to be happy!

Be sure to smile more! Laugh heartily! Love deeply, even if it's costly! Celebrate salvation! Believe completely! Pursue eternal matters! Sing when it hurts! Dance like David did, confounding the proud! Learn all you can, but live as though there is always more to learn. Appreciate sunrises, sunsets, birds singing, and the fragrance of meadows in bloom. Don't worry about tomorrow, or other's evaluations of you, or burnt casseroles. Live like you are alive on the inside! Assure others of your deep affection for them! Encourage, exhort, and give others a pat on the back whenever you possibly can! Invest your energy wisely! Pray for souls to be saved daily! Expect to see the fingerprints of God in your life!

Oh, and I am having a very good time!

Take good carry of mommy and grammy!

I love you and

I will see you soon!

Your Asya

What do you think she might say?

My little friend, Asya Frazier, was taken home to be with "her Jesus" December 16, 2009. It was a very unexpected departure. We miss her terribly.