Room to Flourish

For the last year or so, our desktop computer has sat on a pile of books to make it the right height.  I decided the actual desk top was way too busy, too messy, I wanted to read those books occasionally (dressmaker's pattern drafting and flower gardening to name only two of the five books), and just too much 'too.' After spending way 'too' much time searching the interwebs for the perfect computer stand, and finding the 'perfect' one was, again, asking for 'too' much of my precious moolah, I decided to see what I could find at the trusty local craft store to DIY my own. Not asking for 'too' much, my list of must-haves looked like this: two shelves pretty space for my monitor wide/deep enough for files to fit it the shelves not $60 I went to Hobby Lobby looking for unfinished wood shelves/pieces which might get stuck together with dowels, or something-a-rather, with the intention of making a two-shelf, functional thing-a-ma-...

This year is beginning to wind down, we're almost in 2020. That sounds so strange! I remember in 1995 (or something like that, I was around about 10 years old) writing a story in school about 'What we think life will be like in the year 2000.' The year 2000 was only 20 years ago! Twenty. Good grief! Yet, here we are.  Almost 2020 and I have a cute little calendar to show you - if you haven't already heard about it. Last year, I was almost ready to get started on putting the 2019 calendar together when, all of a sudden, we were planning to move house, move state, from Arizona to Tennessee.  I had to quit with the calendar and focus on moving.  I was stressed.  Real stressed. Jesus carried me through, I was in and out of despair.  I struggled to sing.  Me, struggling to sing, that is a big deal! But, God.  Through that dark valley, I learned to trust. I'm still a work in progress, but I'm pressing closer to the goal, to win the prize. Hall...

I'm so glad to share my journey with you!  I created this space called Room to Flourish.  Let me tell you where it all began... Way back in high school, one of the art projects we had to do was designing a brand name. I wanted a name for my brand that was found or inspired by something in the Holy Bible, and I came across the name Rehoboth. I loved it, and even though I ran with it then, I knew it was a strange sounding word.  It also takes a bit of practice to pronounce correctly. It needed some refining. In Genesis chapter 22, Isaac was looking for a place to live.  The plan was to find a good place, dig a well for water, then settle. They did this twice, and when they had dug the wells, the people there quarreled over the land. So, Isaac moved on and dug a third well. No one quarreled over that place, so they named it Rehoboth. Rehoboth means broad places  or open spaces . He said, "Now, the Lord has given us room and we will flourish in the land." Gene...

I have been pushing in to our Creator recently and he gave me a wonderful revelation! Our purpose.  The plan and purpose for our lives. All too often I've come back to the question, "What is my purpose?" I know it's written in Jeremiah 29:11 that the Lord has a plan for my life.  A plan to prosper me and not to harm me, plans to give me a hope and a future. This is a beautiful piece of scripture that I've clung to so hard when I've been in the pit, wallowing in my self-pity.  What am I doing here?  What is the point?  People don't like me.  I'm a fraud.  What exactly is my life-plan, my life-goal?  What should that goal be, what should it look like?  Am I doing the right thing to follow the plan that I have no clue as to what it is? My clinging to that verse for my hope is a mis-use of that piece scripture, as I was reading it out of context. I was still left wondering what the plans were. Things I know: I know my God is an awesom...