Morning Rendezvous



Sweet early morning rendezvous

Your presence just for me

This secret place, a garden

Where I can simply ‘be’



Where words become intrusion

And I give your Spirit sway

Breathless, I exhalt You

As we welcome this new day


This may not look like much, but it is the first Psalm I have written since I lost my daughter last September. So for me, it is a sign of healing.

Though the world around me crumbles, yet will I praise Him, yet will I trust Him…





Two More Days

In the Garden

In the Garden


He waited two more days. That’s what Jesus did when he was told his beloved friend was gravely ill. He waited.

This morning I was reading in the Gospel of John, eleventh chapter, and the Holy Spirit whispered a little tidbit to my spirit. Verses five and six of that passage read: Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister, and Lazarus. So, when he heard that he was sick He stayed two more days where He was.

When I read those words, I paused to ponder. That’s when the Holy Spirit whispered, “He could have responded by going to the bedside of Lazarus immediately, or spoken the healing word from where He was. Lazarus would have been healed and everyone would have been happy. But He had a better plan. He planned to raise Lazarus from the dead. Not only would He raise him, but He would do so after Lazarus had been dead four days!”

Have you been waiting for a promise to be fulfilled? Has it been so long the dream seems to have died? Perhaps it is long dead. Rejoice! God has a better plan.

No really, rejoice! Repeat after me, “Rejoice oh my soul!” Or in other words, “Hey self! Rejoice!”

God’s timing is always best, and His plans are always better than ours. Why? Because He loves us. It’s who He is, and He will always move on our behalf in love. He loved Martha, Mary and Lazarus, but He didn’t act as they expected. He acted in a way the world would have called selfish, unkind and inconsiderate. But He was listening to His Father’s voice, not the voice of the world. He loved His friends so much that He wanted His best for them.

Can’t you just hear Him? “Papa, we’ve been saving this for something really special. Can we do it now? Can we? I love them so much and this would be such a brilliant thing to give them. I know they won’t understand at first, but they will be amazed by You when it happens!”

So He waited. He waited two more days, and by the time He reached Bethany, Lazarus had been dead four days. I do not believe He was untouched by the grief of His dear friends. I believe He was deeply touched by it. But He knew their sorrow would soon be turned to joy.

When I returned to the house from enjoying early morning ‘coffee with Jesus’ in the garden, I said to my husband. “God could have sent a buyer for our house right away. But He has a better plan. I don’t know what it is, but when it happens it will be His best and it will be brilliant!”

He nodded and said, “Okay, sounds good!” He’s sorta used to my revelatory outbursts.

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for good and not evil, to give you a future and a hope...Jeremiah 29:11

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for good and not evil, to give you a future and a hope…Jeremiah 29:11

So, for those of us who have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting, I say, “God has a better plan. His plans are better than our plans, better than anything we can ask or think. And they are brilliant!” You see, we may not always know what God is doing, but we can always trust WHO HE IS. He changes not. He always wants to give us His best. On our worst day He gives us the grace to endure. On our best day He gives us grace to enjoy. His grace is always sufficient, and His loving kindness is absolutely relentless.

And while we wait, can we invest in knowing the who of God? Who does He want to be for me right now, right where I am? Does He want to show me a Father’s love? Does He want to show me what it means to be His Beloved? Does He want to be my peace? My joy? My delight? Does He want to dance with me? Sing with me? Ask Him!

“My precious Loving Father, I am overwhelmed with the wonder of who You are. I want Your best more than I want my now. And while I wait, can we share more of who You want to be for me? I want to know You more, I want to hear what You hear and see what You see. I know I live under the light of Your smile, teach me what that looks like Papa! I want to know how You see me, so I can begin to cooperate with You in becoming that woman. Then when Your best comes, I will be able to give it my best. Now that would be brilliant!”

Ephesians 3:20-21 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

I am a Wealthy Woman

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I am a wealthy woman. The other day I enjoyed a rare and wonderful afternoon with a couple of my friends. It was rare because it’s not often we find a day in which we are all available. But more so, it was rare because we had each cleared the entire afternoon without discussing it beforehand. We enjoyed a delicious lunch overlooking Lake Coeur d’ Alene (thanks again Sandy), and then took a leisurely stroll along the boardwalk admiring the boats.  We walked back to the resort, and not wanting our respite to end, relaxed for awhile on some cozy seats inside. In comfortable companionship our afternoon took a step away from busy schedules to quietly savor the gift of friendship.

On my way home I made a stop at the grocery store to avoid a trip into town the next day. So when I got home, having spent over three hours of my day on the road, it was nearly 7:30 pm.  Usually when I spend a day in town, I am exhausted by the time I get home. But this day, as I drove the hour home from Spokane, I realized how utterly relaxed I felt. It was as if I had spent the entire day at a spa. The revitalizing pleasure of simply enjoying friendships is indeed profound.

When I make those drives into Spokane and back, my mind wanders through events and issues. I often ponder whatever I am currently experiencing in my journey with The Lord.  That day I was struck with a realization. Perhaps for the first time I realized that when it comes to friends, I hit the mother lode.

Recently two friends from high school came to visit me. We’re not talking a short drive across town. We’re talking an hour and a half…one way. Not only did they drive all that way, but they brought lunch! We had a glorious time talking about kids, grandkids, old times, old friends, and, well, getting old. Yes, I know I used that word three times, but what a blessing to have friends who have known me for…many  years (no, I’m not saying how many, trust me it’s been a bunch), and they will still spend three hours on the road to visit with me, and bring lunch!

A couple of weeks ago,  I spent four days in Portland with another group of friends. Of the three with whom I traveled and roomed, two have been friends for many years, one since our children were babes, the other since Billy Graham came to Spokane over thirty years ago. What a joy to share that time with them. The third, bless her heart, did the driving and is fast becoming a treasured friend also. In Portland I got to see several new friends whom I have known for about a year, but never met face to face. When God is your ‘thing in common’ it creates an instant bond that is eternal. I know many of those friendships will become even more rich and precious as we go forward.

Portland Pals

Portland Pals

And do you know what? I haven’t even begun to exhaust my list of friends.  I am talking about the ‘you can call them in the middle of the night if you need them,’ kind of friends. You know who you are, I started a list, but was afraid I would leave someone out. So just trust me, I know who you are too. Some of you are family as well as friends, how awesome is that? Why am I saying all of this? Because I want to go on record as saying, “I am a wealthy woman and I know it.” These are people with whom I will be spending eternity. Yahoo! We are going to have so much fun in Heaven!

I will admit, there have been times when I felt isolated and alone. But I realize now what a lie from the enemy that was. I may live a distance from most of my friends, and although I am trying to change that, the real distance has been in my head. So now I am asking the Lord to expose more areas where I have allowed my own perspective to cloud the lens through which I view life. Where else have I been blind to His blessings? Where have I been so introspective and self-involved that I have missed His enormous generosity? I live under the light of His smile, and He wants me to enjoy His favor. I intend to embrace with open arms this life I am living in Him, and I don’t plan to miss anything along the way.

Yep, it bears repeating. I am a wealthy woman.

“Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” John 15:13. Jesus Christ:  the best friend ever.

Hidden Treasures
Hidden treasures, acts of love I overlook each day
God’s grace a pearl so priceless not one of us could pay
Have I grown so accustomed to His matchless faithfulness
That I fail to recognize it?  The answer oft is yes
A friend when days are troubled, knowing what I need
My plea, though left unspoken, is what she seems to heed
A child’s golden laughter, causing me to pause
And smile in pure enjoyment, simply ‘just because’
My days are filled with God things, hidden in plain sight
While I with blinders snugly fit, look neither left nor right
Oh Lord, remove the blinders and cause my eyes to see
Your hand in daily day events, wrapped in simplicity
Help me hear your still small voice and whisper in reply
Through eyes once blind I see you Lord, I nearly passed You by


© Sharon E. Coleman 2015

He shall cover you with His feathers…

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Day Two: He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge.

Psalm 91:4


My dear sister has challenged me to post a scripture a day for seven days. I am on day two and the writer in me has taken over. I may or may not post each day’s scripture here, but today I simply had to expound on the scripture I am sharing.
 How many of you have ever tiptoed into a bedroom to cover a sleeping child? Tenderly, you pull up the blankets and tuck them snugly around the precious little one. You may bend and gently kiss his or her cheek. Then you stand and simply gaze at that sleeping, tousled head. Love wells within you and threatens to burst right out of your chest.
Sound familiar? That is what I see in my spirit whenever I read or think about this verse. With His feathers my Heavenly Father gently covers me. He leans over and tenderly brushes a kiss upon my cheek. He watches over me with a love so passionate and unconditional that I cannot even begin to fathom its depths.  It fills Him, fills the room, fills me. Oh what love!
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge…
© Sharon E. Coleman 2015

O What Love

O What Love

O what love this, to give what is most precious
O what grace is, to give what’s needed most
O what mercy, to give what I deserve not
O what beauty, proclaimed by Heavenly Host

What say I to such overwhelming passion?
My response to such selfless acts as these?
Shame and sorrow to trade for grace and glory?
I can do naught but fall upon my knees

© Sharon E. Coleman 2013

Text Message From Jesus

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Call Me

I would that you call Me first, but if you won’t, call Me last

  • When you’ve reached the end of your rope, call Me
  • When the road you’re on reaches a dead end with no return, call Me
  • When your heart has been broken into pieces too small to repair, call Me
  • When your friends forsake you, call Me
  • When all of your options opt out, call Me
  • When the Dr. says there’s no hope, call Me
  • When sorrow brings darkness that no light can pierce, call Me
  • When the night is too long to bear, call Me
  • When guilt, regret and shame threaten to consume your very soul, call Me
  • When all hope is gone and there’s no place to turn, call Me

I would that you call me first, but if you won’t, call Me last

Call Me, I’m waiting…

© Sharon E. Coleman 2014


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The textures and the colors in this tapestry called life
Are found in each experience, whether it be joy or strife
How oft our human hearts see only tangles, knots and snares
And we wonder at the chaos caused by our worldly cares
Sometimes the threads are darker than we think they should be
And the clouds around our circumstance make it difficult to see
“O Father, give us wisdom, be our strength and light our way…
We know You are the answer, please help us Lord, we pray.”
 “My child, come sit beside Me, listen closely to My voice
You may see through earth bound eyes of man, or My eyes…
its your choice
Your tapestry was woven from experiences known
Each one a thread unique, with hues and textures of its own
You view the underneath side full of human faults and fears
But I the finished upper side, perfected through the years
You see I take each moment, every person, every strife
And stitch by stitch I finish it:  your tapestry,  your life
So look my child, look through My eyes, look from my seat above
And see a work completed, full of beauty, stitched in love
And remember when you taste what seems a bitter pill to eat
That your life needs yet another shade to make your tapestry complete”
© Sharon E. Coleman 2014

Ecc. 3:1

To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under Heaven



My mom with two of her great-grandchildren

My mom with two of her great-grandchildren

I have several friends who have recently become grandparents, either again or for the first time. I wrote this poem when my grandchildren were very small. I wrote it with a heart so full of love it almost refused to lend itself to words. Finally, one phrase came into my mind, “aching loveliness.” I realized that those two words captured the ‘loving so much it hurts’ feeling of being a grandparent.  Finally I was able to put words to what my heart was feeling. So to my friends, those I have met and those I have not yet met, this is for you. Love them with abandon, love them now because tomorrow they will be grown.  Thank you Lord, for giving me the gifts of my beautiful, smart, awesome grandchildren.

God bless you my friends, and God bless grandchildren!

Have you ever been a grandma?  If you have you know it’s true
There’s nothing quite as wondrous as a grandchild…or two
Little girls with curly locks and eyes that sparkle blue
Or hair as straight as it can be and brown eyes soft and true
Or little boys that wriggle, never still except in sleep
“What makes things tick,” they want to know
“What makes the bull frogs leap?”
I’ve tried to quantify with words the stirrings deep within
When I think about those precious babes, but words simply can’t begin
To describe the aching loveliness of a grandchild’s warm embrace
Or the “I’m so glad to see you!” etched in a tiny face
To hear their silver laughter is to hear the angels sing
And to watch them while they’re sleeping is pure joy on heaven’s wing
In this world where satisfaction is as fleeting as a day
And peace of mind eludes us, leaving stress that seems to stay
I believe I’ve found an answer to the stress and all its harms
It’s more old fashioned rocking chairs, with grand babes in our arms
 © Sharon E. Coleman 2014

What Are You Missing?

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I am teaching our four year old lab-mix to stay by my side when we go for a walk. I have asked myself many times why I didn’t do this when she was four months old rather than four years, but it is what it is.

Angel thinks deer are intruders that need to be driven from her presence. We have never let her chase them, but when she sees them, she rants and raves and carries on like crazy.

It is a rare day that we don’t see at least one deer on our walk, and every time we do, she lunges against the leash, panting to give chase. I am trying to teach her to observe them calmly. Right. She’s a Lab. But I digress.

This morning we had a smorgasbord of deer sightings. First we saw five white tail deer. I am thankful that I have always sighted them before she does, so I have always been prepared for her reaction. She continued to pull and lunge on the leash even after they were well out of sight. I sort of dragged her with me as we continued to walk, but she was trying her best to follow them.

As we rounded a corner, I spotted half a dozen mule deer in the road ahead of us. I said to her, “Angel girl, you’re so focused on what is gone that you’re going to miss the awesome thing just ahead.”

The Lord spoke to my heart and said, “Good advice, daughter. And it is straight from my heart.”

Don’t you just love those head slap moments with the Lord?

You see, we are trying to get our house sold, and although the buyer hasn’t been revealed to us yet, we know God has already appointed one for us. So we have been passively looking for a house in the Spokane Valley in order to be prepared when He brings the buyer. Problem with looking, even passively, is that you are inclined to find houses that you like. Really like. So far we have found two, both of which have been snapped up by others since we are not yet in a position to make a viable offer. The second house was even better than the first, and at the same price as the first. And even though we know that this is what may happen, and we think we are prepared, when it happens we are disappointed. The disappointment makes it difficult to keep looking.

The piece de resistance? At the point in our walk where we usually turn around and head back home, there is an old, long vacant, house above the road. As we approached it, we were treated to a veritable deer star-burst. They burst in all directions from behind that old house. It was so cool to watch them. There must have been at least a dozen of them. Okay, Angel still wanted to chase them, but she was a little better, a little calmer. We stood there and watched until the last one disappeared from view. Yep, I would not have wanted to miss it. And I can’t wait to see where God ultimately leads us. It will be His best for us, and it will be in complete alignment with His purposes for us.

Love walking with my Lord.

Phil 3:13-14 …forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ

I didn't have my camera ready. I only got the last one.

I didn’t have my camera ready. I only got the last one.

© Sharon E. Coleman 2014




Blessings to You

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Recently, I received a comment about one of my posts. It was from a friend whom I had not seen in years. His comment was candid and poignant; and it touched me deeply.

I was reminded of the great privilege and honor you afford me when you allow me into your lives for a few minutes each month. So this week, I just want to tell you how much I appreciate you. In this world of social media, we are bombarded with stimulation, information, and thought provoking data. Yet, you have graciously chosen to listen to the muses of a simple grandmother who loves God with a passion. This humbles me to tears.

May grace and peace be multiplied to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.

In Him,