I did an exercise with my Story 101 class at a couple of weeks ago.

The exercise was to ask yourself three questions: one for the artist within, one for the monk, and one for both the artist and monk. Here’s the question to me as both the artist and the monk and the collage and perusing of this question:

Where is that joy deep down that I knew as a child? How do I find it?

joy like a child

Love it for all the things that aren’t in it. Daughter

COMPLETE CARE: Body, Soul, and Spirit (scribbled over in crayon)

please! forget me not


Innocent Innocent Innocent




True joy and life and love come in the beautiful, innocent, wonderful pieces of life we knew as a child when we trusted without reservation.

The recovery of trust in G-d and all He has and who He is as Abba is critical to the rest of the story and the life that comes and is given freely by Him and in Him and through Him.

The joy that is evident in the heart of a child moved by each new experience, freely embracing the love offered and asking without doubting is what we need to have recovered after the difficulties of life have stripped away the childlike trust.

A child trusts, not knowing of the darkness and evil.

A child of G-d trusts, knowing Abba is their Father and knowing He is greater than the darkness and evil.

A child of G-d trusts in who G-d is and the evidence of how He rescued them from their hopeless situation.

What is it all about, really?

Trust x3

What is the difference between the child I was and the child of G-d I am?
My life and situation are not much different.
G-d is not different.
I trusted when I was a child, I didn’t know not to.
I choose to trust with childlike faith in my good, good Abba.

Give me faith to always trust in You.
You are my Abba, my Father and You are good.

Trust is my gift of pure LOVE back to my Abba who rescued me.


This is the end of the story
and I choose to believe.


I am joining with Lisa Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Today’s prompt is:


I am grateful for You,
My G-d, My King
My Abba, My Husband,
My Saviour, My Friend

You are My Beloved and I am Yours

If I wrote every minute of every hour of every day
for the rest of my life
I could not say enough
of how beautiful You are
and how grateful I am
that You came for me
I could not express
how deeply thankful I am that
You, the Perfect One
reached down to
me, the Broken one
and whispered life into
the deepest caverns of my soul

All of the expressions and songs of love
could never adequately tell of
who You’ve become to me

You are the One I’ve always wanted

You are the One who kept me
when all seemed lost
You are the One who rescued me
when darkness was closing in
You are the One who swept me up
in the depths of love, real love
for the first time in my life
You are the One who knew me
in my mother’s womb
You are the One who set me apart
for Yourself
You are the One who gave my life meaning
when I did not know You
You had my life written on the palms of Your hands
And You made sure
I would be here today, saying,
“I love You, My Beloved, My Friend”
Because how else could I respond to such a gift of love

In You I move and breathe and have my being
Thank You,
G-d of life who gave me life
Thank You

Five Minute Friday