Hearing God

I was looking over journal notes thinking about how we hear God. Below is how I heard Him New Year’s Day 2015.

The cozy little restaurant was practically empty New Year day. Sue, and I were enjoying the warmth of a fire discussing the past and future.

We laughed, reflecting on the ridiculous mistakes we’d made as moms and wives. We shook our heads acknowledging God’s overwhelming grace and goodness despite us.

As we finished our soup, I noticed an older gentlemen seated on the other side of the fireplace. He was by himself. The thought of eating alone on New Year’s day tugged at my heart.

Sue and I continued to talk. The gentleman look our way several times. It wasn’t an intrusive look, but rather one of curiosity; as if he thought he knew us.

Sue began to talk about hearing the voice of God. I was tickled because inwardly, I was trying to hear if the Lord had anything to say about this man on the other side of the flickering flames. I wanted to know his story. Why he was alone?Phonto

“So how do you hear His voice?”, Sue asked.

I struggled to articulate an answer. Words are so inadequate to describe how I hear Him …but I was hearing Him right then!

I would describe it as an overwhelming… stirring:

Sometimes it’s inexplicable assurance; peace in chaos.

Other times, it’s having particular understanding in the absence of knowledge.

Often it’s a relentless nudge to serve someone without understanding why.

It’s both ridiculously simple and highly complicated. Though it may not make sense, it always reveals God’s goodness.

Sue pulled me back to our conversation, “Like… do you hear Him with words?”

Here was a moment in time where two different planes of thought collided in perfect harmony.

I smiled at my friend, “Do you trust me?”

She looked at me puzzled. Clearly she did, but I hadn’t answered her question.

“Come with me.” We left our table and went to the other side of the brick wall housing the fire. I introduced us to the gentleman, wishing him a Happy New Year.

It was a little awkward to start, but we were soon in a conversation that was unmistakably meant to be. God’s presence was undeniable.

Luis shared his story. He was heartsick to have never pursued the love of his life. When he did, it was too late. Now he was still single in his 70s. He told of his passion for trains and traveling; more dreams he hadn’t pursued.

We talked about dreams and how God breathes fresh life in dreams when we least expect it. The more he spoke, the more Luis was convinced it wasn’t too late to pursue his dreams of train travel. It was fun to watch his countenance change.

We sat and listened, then we prayed for one another and the new year that lay ahead.

Afterwards, Luis eyes were wet, “I was watching you earlier. You look a lot like the young woman I used to know. You spoke with an excitement that I’d long forgotten.”

He wiped his eyes, cleared his throat, “It caused me to pray.”

He cleared his throat again. “I was praying when you both came over.”

We all just sat for a moment silently appreciating how the Lord gets our attention.

I love what Jesus said in John 10:27 (NIV)

My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.”

Yes. I believe we can hear from God!

What about you?  You probably hear Him more than you realize. Sometimes we hear him and simply don’t recognize it’s Him.

Take time and see if you recognize His.

The scriptures tell us we hear by God’s Word;

“So faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the word of Christ.” Rom 10:17 NASB

Get alone, get in the Word -and listen!


A Reason to Sing

A Reason To Sing

I wrote this months ago during an especially tough season.


I’ve been walking thru a dry and lonely season. Tonight we went to a worship service.

I felt wooden. I sang the words, but it was forced.

I knew the worship song, and I sang despite the empty feeling.

I lifted my hands. They felt like clay.

Not only did my arms feel like clay. I felt like clay.

I closed my eyes, wanting, aching to see Him.


Numb. I stood several moments surveying this strange awkwardness.

It had been growing, but now the stark emptiness echoed within me.

I stood there; a deep hollow cavern.

I spoke quietly to Him, “I am thirsty.”

Others around me sang. I didn’t care.

I was strangely aware of my heartbeat.

Lord. What do You want from me? I don’t have anymore to give.

I’m tired. I don’t want anything but you.

What more do You want?

Awareness of others dissipated and suddenly I became profoundly aware of Him.

I stood frozen in my barely 2 foot square spot of “solitude”:  A turbulence rose within me.

I brought my hand to my neck.

Pulse …normal.

What is going on?


The turbulence became a hunger; a growing inner tremble;

“Let go.”

Let go? What am I holding on too?

Let    go.


For a split moment all thoughts stopped. All senses shift to a serene, sublime neutral. For a simple, splendid moment I stood in exceptional awareness of His Presence.

No words; only concepts run thru my mind:

Life –heart beating strong

Air –breath, sustaining life

Light –capturing evidence of His Creation —everywhere

Movement –life in motion

Color –outlining, underscoring traces of His beauty

Sound -harmonizing an eternal Hallelujah!

The scent of rain –cleansing

Electricity -pulsing in the air

Power -heaven streaming to the natural

Always THERE.  ALWAYS Him.

Our existence within the Creator’s presence.

There’s no existence outside of Him.

Too magnificent to comprehend. A splendid instant; a moment paused in time.

Imprinted and sealed for a lifetime.

Aware only of Him… Him EVERYWHERE. Him in EVERYTHING. Him for all TIME.

The charge of an electric, unseen, I AM HERE, overtakes my cares of everything BUT Him.

My heart quakes within my chest

Hope –like fresh air to lungs; floods my being.

The Creator’s love rooted in me rises to acknowledge Him -the Giver of life.

Love. This formidable force is impossible to resist.

…like a nail drawn to a magnet.

We do not love on our own anymore then a nail draws a magnet.

We are loved; drawn too love.

His love permeates our souls.

He flows TO  IN  THRU us.

His presence IN me -roaring like a burning flame –a fire in my bones, a welcomed brilliance –aching to release the fire of His goodness & mercies onto others.

The moment passes, but His presence remains.

Lord, if this is the desert. Gladly here I’ll stay.

The desert path continued, but hope accompanied me to the place of absolute surrender. This path is good, and on it I’ll stay, wherever it may lead.

Truly, His presence alone is all we need!

Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name.”           Hebrews 13:15 NAS


got Light?

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Lights shine all around us, but there remains a constant Greater Light.

Yes, there’s the sun, the moon and the stars, but there is a Greater Light still.

Jesus said, “I am the Light of the world, he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will HAVE the Light of Life.” John 8:12 (caps added)

Jesus not only said He is the light, He’s called us to be light as well. True, we are lesser lights, but think about His words;

You are the light of the world… Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16

Jesus created the sun, moon, stars, and galaxies. He’s far more powerful and radiant than the sum of them.

The sun is like Christ; burning bright, a constant source of brilliant power. Jesus is constant. He doesn’t turn away or dim.

Still, to function well, we use additional light to help us go about life; night and day.

Try to imagine life without light. We can’t fully grasp what that would be like.

Just as a lightbulb offers additional light to daily life, we are called to be lights, to a world oppressed with darkness.

Our two-fold purpose is to:

  • (first and foremost) Glorify God
  • Bear light that others will be drawn to the Greater Light of Christ.

A light only illuminates when it is routed to a power source. In the same way, you can only shine when you are routed in, connected to the power source; Christ.

The cross of Jesus is like the electrical system for lights. When Christ rose from the dead, He made Himself accessible, once for all to any who would choose to link into Him.

The power is always available or “open”, but the SWITCH determines whether or not the bulb will shed light or not.

Caution: Just because you have tapped into Christ as your source, remember, sometimes we get “tripped up” (pun intended) and need to make sure that our connection is clear and our switch is open to the power and Spirit of God.

Sin works as a stop gate blocking the flow of Christ’s power in us.

Is your light dim?  Check your power line and;

confess your sins, Jesus is faithful and righteous to forgive your sins and to cleanse you from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9 (personalized)

Keep your switch in the ON position. Next time you flip a light switch “ON”, check yourself.

Take up your light and go light your world!



What Does Your Stuff Say About You?


What does your stuff say about you?

Our possessions do not define who we are, but they can tell a lot about us.

I love working with people because each person has a different story. As a family transition specialist, I meet interesting people. I have to admit, I love going thru their stuff.

You learn a lot about a person by the things they keep.

Take Mr. H.  Mr H

At age 94, Mr. H still walks tall and proud (I’m wearing heels in the pic) . He has his wits about him and he knows what he likes. We’d unpacked photos of him in his early years. He had been a very handsome young man.

Mr. H was concerned about particular items:

His Bible, one of the last things to pack and first to be un-packed. It was well-worn and he wanted it out for easy access.

Mrs. H’s stockings nestled neatly in her shoes. Her cosmetic bag kept on the vanity. Mrs. H had passed the year before, but the shoes on her side of the bed and lipstick and blush near Mr. H’s toothbrush made him feel at home –like she wasn’t really that far away.

Mr. H was insistent that his guns come with him (empty of course – he’s 94) . Still, Mr. H wanted them near. He valued his right possess them.

A model fighter airplane was displayed safely on a high shelf. It was a replica of one he flew as a pilot in the US Air Force decades earlier.

This precious collection didn’t hold significant monetary value, but these “things” were of utmost importance to Mr. H.

I went back a few days after unpacking to see how he’d settled in. I also wanted to ask him about one other of his prized possessions.

The letter (photo) was preserved on a little white board. It intrigued me so I hoped he would share the story behind it.

When we arrived, my husband and I heard big band music streaming thru his door.

We banged on the door hoping he’d hear us. Through the trumpet sounds and some other loud noise we heard his holler, “Come on in.”

He was expecting his son, and was surprised to see me and my husband. Mr. H remembered me from the move and welcomed us in.

He was obviously frustrated. He couldn’t get his TV to turn off with his remote. With an aggravated thrust, he pointed it towards the TV that competed with the sounds of the music.

Brad figured it out, while I explained that I’d enjoyed helping him a few days earlier and wanted to see how he was doing. The noise subsided.

He looked at Brad and gave him a quick nod, “Well now that my remote is fixed I’m doing better.”

I couldn’t resist, “Mr. H, I’m curious about your letter.

My letter?” He looked puzzled.

Yeh, the one you have mounted.” I picked it up from a shelf and handed it to him.

He held it, smiled and proudly told the story.

It was written by his father to his mother;

December 2, 1917.

His vision was not so good so we took turns reading it:

Miss Marie –My Dear Friend…

I just wanted to drop you a few lines to tell you that I certainly was glad to get to have the pleasure of being in your company Sunday night, and if you have no objection I would like to call at your house some time to see you

 -providing I don’t leave town pretty soon… Say be sure to be at church next Sunday night will you? Gee girl I think you’re a peach. Sure wish I could take a bite ‘a peach…!!

He was called to duty days after penning this first of many love letters.

Mr. H lit up sharing the story though his eyes looked off beyond the room we sat in.

Dad went and served. Mom waited for him. He fought and he made it back.”

He paused and smiled, looking back at us.

“Well you can figure the rest. They got married and had me!”

His eyes trailed off again, but this time he looked to the black and white photo of Mrs.H.

 “And here I am, and I got me my own peach.”  His eyes welled up.

Mrs. H had passed the year before. But his love for her was fresh. Keepsakes scattered around his apartment reminded him that one day he would be with her again.

In Mr. H, I found an admirable story. He didn’t boast a word, but his “stuff” told the story of his values and allegiance;

God, family, country.

We all have our stories, and often they’re connected to things.

What do your things reveal about you?

What stories have been passed down to you? And what stories are you passing along to others?

More then our stuff, our lives tell a story. We get to fill in the pages.

One way or another we all pass along a story. What is yours?


How Do You ‘Get a Grip’ in the Face of Tragedy?



How Do You ‘Get a Grip’ in the Face of Tragedy? You know the term and may have even used it.

Maybe you were about to throw in the towel on a dream and a friend challenged you, “Really Shelly? -Get a grip- Where’s your faith?”

 Sometimes all we need is to just take a deep breath, look up, “get a grip” and move on.

But not always… certainly not in the face of tragedy.

What do you do when you lose a child or a spouse?

-I think of my sister-in-law whose four year old son was suddenly ripped from her life because of a drunken driver.

-Our friend Eric and his 6 children watched as the love of his life slowly died of cancer.

-A close friend Kim’s 19 year old daughter was lulled away by a slave driver named heroine.

We stood in hope and prayer. We walked with them as they fought for her life pressing on in the name of love; tough love, gentle love … all in faith-filled hope for her release from the clutches of darkness.

Sometimes you celebrate 2 steps forward, and then get yanked 3 steps back.

How do you “get a grip” when you get a call that “It’s over –she’s gone”?

I don’t think you know unless you go thru it.

Surely love and support of friends and family help carry these thru those numbing days. But one needs MORE as days as weeks move on.

It’s the place beyond where you just “Get a grip”. You need something some ONE bigger than any man -to hold you together.

I imagine this is the place where time stops, even seems to rewind. You will the clock to stay at pause just moments longer before you pass into another tomorrow –away from their voice, their touch, their breath.

Indeed, this is where your own life depends on getting in His GRIP.

It is only in the hands of the LIVING God; Jesus, can one gain hope and rise above the blow of death.

You can’t even “GET” there; you simply find He IS THERE.  The place where one says, “Oh death where is your sting?” 1 Corinthians 15:55

In His care -where time doesn’t look backward or forward , it simply rests with full gaze on the One Who ties all times, all purpose, all cares to Him.

Where nothing else matters –but Him.

And because you see that it’s all for Him,

Suddenly. Painfully even -yet gloriously so,

you realize;

Everything does matter

–because all are created in hope to be redeemed; each at the proper time.

How do you say goodbye in the face of tragedy? How do you find peace?

Each must answer on their own.

And those of us standing near?

We may not know what to say, and that’s okay. Words may never reach the depths of certain loss, but being there and showing you care will matter more than doing nothing at all. Show you care with gentleness and compassion.

Stand with them, cry with em, sit silently when the crowds are gone and help pick up pieces.

Love them where they’re at. All the while keeping your own gaze on Jesus.

Below is a book my friend Eric Elder, a gifted writer, wrote after his wife Lana went to be with Jesus.

It may be helpful to someone you know whose recently lost a loved one.

Making the Most of Darkness

No matter the circumstances, there is no better place then, in His grip!

Are You Put To the Test?

WarNinG!  Going into business with your spouse may1440543874313 put your marriage to the test.

After 28 years of marriage, Brad and I sold our house, most of our belongings, bought a franchise business and moved from Texas to Colorado.

We made it thru some really tough challenges in early marriage, so 3 kids and 28 years later we considered ourselves perfectly suited to go into business together. After all, we share the same goals and values. We have fun being together and we were mutually excited to make a difference in the lives of others.

We were worn out before we even began.

I really believed that once we got started everything would begin to fall in place.

Hmmm. Months later…

Here we are in Colorado, a full day’s drive from Texas. The mountains are beautiful and the weather is ridiculously aMAZing. We haven’t weathered winter yet, but so far we love it.

Even so, we don’t have those dear old close friends to drop by, have a cry and get a squeeze of the shoulder reminding us, “God’s got your back –and so do I.”

I may have given up entirely at the beginning if I had known it would be so tough.

Our friends, family and church community were a HUGE part of our lives. They helped shape who we’ve become.

I know they’re still there for us, but…. It is different.

Trying to find a new church home is exhausting. It’s just not home. Home is where the people are who you’ve invested your life in.

Did we make a mistake?

I don’t believe so. There were too many doors that opened and others that closed.

This is the hardest thing I’ve had to do. My marriage has been put to the test far more than any time before.

Brad and I get along great, but we are with each other 24/7.

We’re committed to one another with God at the center continuously pulling us upward together.

But we’re back to relearning the basics; communication, forgiveness, sacrifice, flexibility, forbearance.

We have too.

When we “go home” it’s the same person we’ve been with all day. You can’t say, “You’ll never believe what Brad did at the office today.”

At the end of the day, I need to exert energy to clear my head. A vigorous hike renews my mindset.

Brad prefers to chill and enjoy a break from all the “doing”.  Give him time to sit and rest or watch a favorite show and he’s happy.

While I could run him ragged and he could make me stir crazy, we are learning how to meet each other in the middle.

Communication is essential.

We need it as we uncover issues that got swept away in preoccupations of raising children and separate occupations.

Are we there?  No.

Are we working on it? Daily.  Hourly.

Sometimes the hardest things in life prove to be the things that grow us most.

Whether you’re going in to business with your spouse –moving cross country -facing physical hardship –or taking some leap of faith that feels like a dismal fall; circumstances will put you to the test.

Keep in mind; some seasons are just tough. Life gets messy and it’s not always pretty.

I’d like to wrap up this post with a catchy phrase or a nice quote.

I don’t have one today.

The best I have to offer is the best I have to offer: Jesus.

No matter what; -Jesus.

Just look to Jesus.

You can’t go wrong when you turn to Him.

Your situation may not change right away (probably won’t). It could even get tougher!

But your eyes will see the only thing you really need to see to give you the perspective you need –in any season. Jesus.



In Due Season

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In due season …in due time?!  Ahh! ‘Wait‘ is such a “four letter word”!

Maybe you can you relate?

I have to cool my jets though when I hear something like what Joshua Harris (Author “I Kissed Dating Goodbye”) says, “The right thing at the wrong time is the wrong thing.”

It’s so true. Sometimes we catch vision of what we’re called to do or be. But, our vision and our will aren’t always in sync with our preparedness.

And God’s timing is always perfect.

Don’t dismiss your dreams and ‘bigger’ purpose with doubt just because it’s not the right time. Stay the course, keep your eyes fixed on the Source -Jesus, and do what you’re called to do today with a vision to tomorrow.


For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay. Habakkuk 2:3

But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14

For there is a time and a way for everything. Although man’s trouble lies heavy on him. Ecc 8:6

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecc 3:1

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for IN DUE SEASON we will reap, if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

Climb On and Finish Strong

Recently, I listened to Michael Hyatt’s webinar, “The Busy Person’s Guide to Writing a Book” (highly informative, and rich with practical tips, and encouragement).

His final point encouraged listeners to, “Recognize that fear, uncertainty, and doubt are just part of the process.”

I thought back to the prior year when I told others I planned on writing a book.imagesLQ1A23IP

As soon as I began, I felt like I’d signed up to climb Mount Everest.

Was I really doing this? Was I capable? What about my weaknesses, inabilities and inexperience?

Who was I kidding?

Living at the front range of the Colorado Rockies, there are ample opportunities to face “mountainous” challenges.

As Michael spoke, I went into a mental rewind replaying scenes of both my recent mountain experiences and writing challenges.

He cautioned to “know your enemy; resistance”; that invisible force that holds you back from pursuing what you are called to. He addressed 3 contributors to resistance as well as their countermeasures.

It seemed as though Michael had been in my backpack days prior;

At the trailhead.

At the trailhead.


“Seriously? That mountain is steep and the path is rocky.  Umm. No way!”


“I have no writing experience or education. People will laugh at my writings. Forget it.”

*Countermeasure: Start

“I know I can make it to the tree line.”


“I can blog. I have a story. The chapters are outlined and started.”

Uncertainty.  (Overthinking)

From a ledge, I look down. “This is not safe. This is difficult and crazy. I could die!

(My head spins, I loose my lunch and pitifully consider crawling back to safer ground.)


“I write sooo slow. Maybe I’m wasting time.

Too often, we get in our head and out of our hearts.

Barely sitting on an overlook. The height just freaks me out.

(Barely) sitting on an overlook. The height just FREAKS me out!

*Countermeasure: Focus

“Okay if I put my foot here, then I can step on that rock, and then…”

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

“So this page pretty much sucked. (DELETE). But, I have 3 more hours experience.”


I wrestled with doubt a quarter mile from the summit after a six mile ascent. (?!)

Clouds threatened lightening on the other side of the summit, my legs felt like jello, and my nerves were SHOT.

I whined to my daughter, “I just don’t think I can do this Anna.”

There was no foot path; only giant boulders piled against one another leading to the summit.

Anna –“Come on mom. We’re almost there. We can’t stop now.”

My fearless Anna!

My fearless Anna!

I looked at the steep drop below us. “I just don’t know if I can!”

(And I’m supposed to set an example for my daughter. ?!)

A book? Me?”

*Countermeasure: Finish

“Okay Anna, but I’m going slow.” – “That’s okay mom.”

This writing thing takes time and sacrifice.” But I’ve got another chapter.

Others will be impacted by the things you do or don’t do!

I thought reaching Pike’s Peak was the goal.

Maybe it was more about my daughter seeing that fear can either bind, or be overcome.

Starting, staying focused and finishing will take you where you wouldn’t otherwise go.

I look at the mountain now, knowing our footsteps trailed it.

And, I’m happy to say, “Yes, I’m still working on my book.”summit

You won’t regret finishing, but you may regret giving up.

And always, With God, nothing is impossible.”   Luke 1:37

One thing.

one thing - CopyOne thing I have asked from the Lord, that I shall seek:
That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the Lord
And to meditate in His temple.
For in the day of trouble He will conceal me in His tabernacle;
In the secret place of His tent He will hide me;
He will lift me up on a rock.
And now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me,
And I will offer in His tent sacrifices with shouts of joy;
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.

Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice,
And be gracious to me and answer me.
When You said, “Seek My face,” my heart said to You,
Your face, O Lord, I shall seek.”
Do not hide Your face from me,
Do not turn Your servant away in anger;
You have been my help;
Do not abandon me nor forsake me,
O God of my salvation!….

Teach me Your way, O Lord,
And lead me in a level path

I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
Be strong and let your heart take courage;
Yes, wait for the Lord.

See The Mountain

I drive around the city, looking in the rear view mirror; the side mirror; and the front window. I want to SEE the mountain.

I’m never disappointed. It’s always there: Pike’s Peak.

I can’t seem to catch enough sight of the majestic snow-capped mountain. pikes peak - Copy

Pike’s Peak is the most visited mountain in North America and the second most visited mountain in the world behind Japan’s Mount Fuji**. Standing 14,115 feet above sea level, it shadows Colorado Springs and overlooks the Garden of the Gods.

It appears as an incredible giant clothed in stone; a strong, quiet warrior broadly poised to stand watch and keep guard over the people.

The sight of the peak can take your breath away. It’s not just the altitude –it really is just that stunning.

The mountain reminds me of our relationship with God. He’s always there; larger than life, strong and unshakable. It’s a delight to steal glances throughout the day to find He really is still there.

One can go just about anywhere in town and see the mountain. Regardless of distance, height or vantage point, it’s hard not to see it. And who could tire the sight of the mammoth crests? The timeless beauty draws people from all over the world.

So it is with God.  He can be seen from anywhere …everywhere.

Any who want to see Him, need only face Him.

Once we do see Him we don’t want to turn away.

As we draw near the giant mound of granite, we realize how small we are and how immense the great heights are. We are wise to approach with as much respect as adoration.

Our approach to the Lord is not so different. His paths look steep, daunting, even dangerous. His ways often appear difficult and sometimes absurd.

Even so, His presence beckons, “Come!” “Explore.”

“Find adventure!”

“Delight in My nooks.” “Hide in My crevices.” “Drink from My streams.”

“Find My secret places. Behold My beauty…. “Experience my wonder.”


We all face mountains of different sorts.

How do you face a mountain? Do you keep a safe distance?

Do you accept the invitation to explore the upward ascending trails?

Maybe the mountain you face looks like anything but God.

Consider this:

What if you are called to climb that improbable mount looming before you?

It could be the very thing that will strengthen you for what lays beyond.

Perhaps you are meant to explore hidden crevices along the way. What treasures are waiting to be found? And what if part of those treasures is finding that you could go to heights you never before considered?

His ways are higher, His paths are sure. He is a refuge.

From the end of the earth I call to You when my heart is faint; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.  Psalm 61:2