Dry Spells Are Tough Spells

We are bombarded by Satan’s darts of bitterness, despair, anger and indifference everyday. The attack has been so great and we have endured for so long, so much that our fires have been snuffed out and the bitter frost has begun to bite deep within our mortal fibers almost halting any sign of life and hope in moving forward. In ever being able to overcome this. Withering, we fade.


What was once a heart filled with passion and ambition, unable to be quenched, has now become an ice cold pebble. Life can happen and its tendency to extinguish our drive can be great at times. An anxious life can weigh us down. Anxiety is a thief but it’s one you allow. 


1 Peter 5: 6-7

Humble yourselves therefore under God’s mighty hand that He may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.   


With trials, we tend more times than not, to enter a season of stagnancy. Unmotivated. Ready to give up. It’s like being in the dead of Winter, and not yearning for Spring as you have ran out of fuel to continue on… burning. You just want to be left as you are. 


Dry spells are tough spells. They usually occur around really trying times in our lives. For us as humans, trying times lurk around many of the corners we have to take in this walk of life. Unavoidable. Each step leads us either to one or through one. 


We are not without Hope, though. We were never meant to exist alone. Christ’s very existence and work on the Cross was to rid us of the dark malignancy found in trials. This dark matter is often masked as anxiety, depression, and hopelessness. No, we are not without Hope. Instead, Christ sent His comforter as well as fellow warriors to help give us the strength, grace, and mercy to pull us through. Though scathed, we can still be fully intact.  


Psalm 37: 3-7 Describes a way in which we can obtain tranquility. 


  • Vs 3 Trust in the Lord and do good.
  • Vs 4 Delight yourself in the Lord
  • Vs 5 Commit your way to the Lord
  • Vs 7 Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him. 



That is why it is so important to be in the Word and to surround yourself with those we know to be warriors and will not let us stay down once we fall. They may cover us while we bleed a bit and recompose but they will lift us back up on our feet and push us forward. I have a few of these warriors in my life and along with God and His Word, I find them to be my greatest of treasures.


May your life be filled with such treasures as well. If not, leave me a comment and I will join you on the battlefield of your life.  I know what it’s like to need others and feel forgotten. Trust me, you are not alone. 


-Debra Kay January 27, 2020

Cabin Fever

The bitterly cold winter had reached a point where she couldn’t find the desire to have it harass her any longer.

“How am I to survive this last little while of Winter? Groundhog says 6 more weeks… grrr…”

She lays back on her bed under the warmth of her gravity blanket. She doesn’t like being unthankful. She knows that in every day there is a beauty to be experienced but today wasn’t one of those days where cheery optimism danced in her mind.

Her bones hurt and yearned for some sunshine. Her eyes yearned for the beauty of magnificent colors that she soon knew would be on its way.
What was she to do?

She laid her head on her pillow closed her eyes, studied her breathing and tried to imagine her favorite little brook. She loved the sound of trickling water.

The way the sun makes water seem to sparkle always made her relax. It reminded her of the moonas it lit her face at night.

She had always loved the feel of vintage soft cotton on her skin, so she decided to think herself on the bank of this little brook wearing her favorite purple summer dress.

As the vision sprang to life in her mind, the most beautiful scene danced in her mind. She slowly inhaled. The frustration of the cold melting away, she decided to entertain this mental image for awhile thus surviving another day of cabin fever.

Project Heart Strings

I’ve had these 6 unopened shadow boxes along with a stack of memorabilia that I’ve been wanting to get finished for awhile now. Today I got a chance. As I started putting them together I began to relive the memory. We had so much fun at Disney World. Not only was it our first time there but also our first time to fly for all 6 of us. There were so many moments my kids had happy faces and so many moments we will never forget. There’s just something about vacations no matter how extravagant they are. Each of these shadow boxes traps a memory in time. A trigger. A moment of reflection when you admire the contents therein.  

Life is worth remembering. Special moments worth freezing in a frame. 

I’ve also had another project I’ve been wanting to do. I have wanted to make ‘I saved a chair’ boxes. These are very special. With the approaching holidays one always reflects on family. We always want all our loved ones under our roof and our hearts ache for those we won’t see. For me, to have something tangible acknowledging their existence helps, hence the ‘I saved you a chair’ idea.

But as I began putting them together, these boxes didn’t bring smiles. It brought about a type of hurt. I don’t understand it. I know where my loved ones are but my word, I miss them. I miss them a lot. I want to fix a big family dinner and have them at my table. I want to hear dad tell his stories and see momma Debbie interact with my kids. She always made them important. And my friend Laurie had a smile that could banish any darkness or discouragement. She was an encourager. She was also a ton of fun but gone way too soon.

Their shadow boxes will stay on my wall now that I have them finished. We will always remember them and talk about them and maybe even cry a little because we miss them and that’s ok.

Life is worth remembering. Love is worth celebrating.

‘I saved you a chair’


The older I get the more and more I love to garden. I’ve had some very kind ladies share their bulbs with me this year and I am anticipating their beauty next spring. 

I love designing flower beds and keeping them pretty, vibrant, eye catching and weed-free. There are some beautiful flowers to be had by the enthusiast for sure. This year I bought a few bulbs of an Iris called Darkest Mood. It plays with the color of black and a deep purple. I am excited to see the blossoms. 

Darkest Mood

But one thing I am not excited about is the weeds. One doesn’t have a garden for long without realizing you have an adversary bent on ruining what you try so hard to maintain-weeds.

This thought brings to mind something else. Within us there is a garden, except it isn’t seasonal but an ever-growing garden, something each of us must maintain and nourish. The flowers (virtue) can either be nurtured (by abiding by the Word) or choked out by the weeds (complacency, disinterest, and laziness).  When the heat starts pouring on I know I am tempted to not maintain my gardens as I would if the weather was more desirable. Sometimes I just don’t want to as my agenda gets too hefty choking out my time.

Yet, just as a devoted gardner has to daily maintain that which she planted, we as Christians need to weed the garden in our hearts constantly. Failing to do so leads to the Beauty being less than its full potential if not suffocated out entirely. 

Does nature amaze you? Does it ever broaden your perspective when it comes to True Spirituality?

I guess it should come as no surprise because the Good Lord created nature and all its inhabitants for our good. 

Parenting Style

Our Parenting Tactics

Do nothing (even parenting) out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves (even your children),  not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of others. Philippians 2:3-4

 Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court. Psalm 127:3-5

 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts.  Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.  Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.  Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates. Deuteronomy 6: 6-9

Start children off on the way they should go,and even when they are old they will not turn from it. Proverbs 22:6

 Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. Punish them with the rod and save them from death. Proverbs 23:13-14

Discipline your children, and they will give you peace;they will bring you the delights you desire. Proverbs 29:17

 Fathers, do not embitter your children, or they will become discouraged. Colossians 3:21 (Ephesians 6:4)

 Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right.  “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise—  “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Ephesians 6:1-3 (Exodus 20:12)

 But if a widow has children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God. 1 Timothy 5:4

Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever. 1 Timothy 5:8


In Regards To Leaving The Home:

If a child wants to independently move out on their own, that is their business, and we will be supportive of that decision, yet they are welcome to stay as long as they contribute to the everyday workload we carry without problems. Also, they must be saving financially for their future as well so a job is a must, whether we provide it or they find their own. We do not and will never charge rent.

We encourage them to seek God’s will and take their time in deciding for their futures. We take our schooling very seriously and hold our children accountable for good grades. We ask 2 years of college at least. We find it a bit crazy to expect a child out of the nest at 18, even up until 25 (or longer even), as long as we have no issues in contributing around the farm and house and are continually seeking the Will of God for their future lives. We are all involved in morning Bible study/devotions to keep that pursuit fresh in their minds.

God had given Adam a woman (wife). Beforehand, it was just him and God with the animals. They had fellowship together. He seen that Adam was lonely and put him to sleep in order to create a woman from the man himself. 24 That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh. Genesis 2:24 (Ephesians 5:31)

A healthy, God-ordained realignment of the parent-child relationship is critical as we believe upon marriage our child is to cling to their spouse and do life on their own as we agree no one is to come in between husband and wife. 

‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? 6 So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” Matthew 19:5-6



What’s In Your Closet


   As it came time to get dressed this morning, I pondered what on Earth to wear which then brought to my mind the Armor of God. This armor is a wardrobe every believer is encouraged to put on each and everyday.  

   I also got to thinking as I was picking out my clothes how great it would be if the armor of God was something physically tangible. One could pull out each piece and be assured they had the entire suit on properly without forgetting a single piece. You would have full confidence in being properly clothed, spiritually. 

  As it is, in order to be sure our attire is adequately in place we turn to the Word of God and put on  this armor piece by piece and in doing so you can have the full confidence you can embrace the day because you are covered in Christ and ready for whatever comes your way.

“Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness; And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace; Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God: Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints.” (Ephesians 6:14-18)

Take Me Back

“You’re the preachy type.”

“Oh, you’re the one who posts so much religious stuff.”

I’ve heard this a lot. At the time I was also enduring some other painful situations that I was struggling through, the loss of a woman who took me under her wings as her own baby, a sick grandmother who we eventually had to be admitted to a rest home as her care became so great, and our adopted daughter’s behavioral issues. I felt like I was carrying a burden like that of the Pilgrim in The Pilgrim’s Progress. We all have hefty battles to endure. Struggle and hardships do not play favorites, we are all victims.

After hearing so many comments like the before mentioned, I started shutting down. I quit posting and writing and questioned everything that I was doing. I felt I was only running people away from Christ instead of towards Him. That perhaps in my drive to tell everyone about Jesus I had became vain and was seeking attention. I definitely was not getting the reactions I had hoped for.

I regret to say I backed off for a long while. I turned inward, hurt by comments, that in all honesty should have just bounced off of me like water on a duck’s wing. I let my passion for Christ, my fire, be kindled.

If you were my husband or my kids you would know it’s not normal for me to back down. I fight. I’m intentional and determined but I wasn’t with this situation, hence, my regret.

A few months ago God led us to a new church. That was a hard move. We are not church hoppers as we believe in “blooming where you’re planted” but as many of us know, when God calls, you go. Having said that, I have heard several sermons now and phrases have once again started hitting my internal walls I’ve built as if the words themselves were cannonballs. “Closet Christian,” “Undercover Agent for Christ,” “Pew Warmer,” and “Sunday Student” to name a few. My emotional infrastructure is damaged as I am brought under conviction. I’m depleted of any excuse.

When you lose your way, go back to the path you were sure of, kneel and pray there, and let God redirect.

Needless to say, my fire is reignited even brighter than before and I have many to thank for that. This time I won’t shy away from being me. I will be raw. I will be real and I will be at peace with that.

DebraKay November 11, 2019

“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

Romans 12:1‭-‬2


Mean It

You can say, “I’m sorry,” one- million times.  You can say, “I love you,” as much as you want. You can say whatever you want, whenever you want, but if you were not going to prove that the things you say are true by actions then don’t say anything at all. If you can’t show it, mere words don’t mean a thing.

 Lip service to me is a form of manipulation, if no action or attitude backs it up. It is a lazy way of getting on the good side of someone. To the person taking life seriously,  it’s a game they opt out of because they just don’t play games.

When I read Matthew 15:8, “This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth, and honoureth me with their lips; but their heart is far from me,” it made me think of this. I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t coming across to God in a manipulative way. (Which God cannot be mocked nor will He tolerate being manipulated) This scripture taught me that the words you say must be backed by an action‭. 

So, if you feel you must say it, you must be willing to back it up with an action and prove it.

The Garden

He came to rip it apart. But it didn’t first appear like that, it never does, or it could be I have gotten pretty good at twisting and manipulating the truth. That could be it, too. 

Little by little he; he meaning an unwanted visitor, yet not a stranger. He danced in and out of the circumstances and gleefully planted seeds of strife, loneliness, despair, animosity, indifference, complacency and very heavy burdens among the flowers that grew in this garden, in her garden.

These flowers were full of vibrant color with blooms so luscious, one could not question the richness of the soil in which they grew. The caretaker definitely had experience. It knew what flowers grew best and one could tell by the fact it used bulbs,  not seeds, to establish a heartier more durable and seasonally dependable garden. Because of this it rendered constant bloom year round, even in its winter. Onlookers often were caught by sweet surprise at its beauty and would visit often just to admire it. 

As it seems with all things given enough time, there came a darkness upon this garden, a rift. These were not unfamiliar to the caretaker, she had endured many storms, but there was something more dark and malignant with this particular one. 

The winds blew incredibly hard at times and when it would relent, the sun would bare down an immense heat which caused a bit of the beautiful flower stems to break and the withering of many petals. 

Foreign seed made its way among the beauties and with the season being just right, these rebel warriors began their best to manifest themselves in a way as to choke out the beauty in this garden. 

The ‘he’ in the first paragraph is Satan. My life is this garden, though I am the caretaker I am not the owner. Christ is the owner. 

When all the skills I had to maintain things up to par faltered,  I started to feel I was losing control, like I was a failure. Honestly, I don’t think that was it. That foreign seed made me very tired of gardening. I was discouraged to see beautiful flowers broken as I had worked so hard to make my Owner’s garden beautiful but circumstances kept making things harder. Skills that worked before no longer worked, weed control was a failure, the soil stood in need of enrichment whereas before everything was successful and seemed to come at ease. 

I became fed up. I threw the shovel down, yelled at the sun, cast blame on the lack of rain, kicked the ground, then sat down and had a nasty cry. A long hard cry. 

At some point, a particular onlooker had sat down by my side. He didn’t say a word but you could tell in his eyes he felt my pain. 

For a long while we would discuss the circumstances of the messy garden and he would encourage me to not lose hope. 

Everything he said and did was for the hopes of me fixing this place I loved, but for the moment had grown to somewhat dislike. He wanted me happy and if this garden meant that much to my happiness, he was going to encourage me to fix it. He even encouraged me to seek the Owner’s input, that His advice would help me to make this garden so much more than what it was before. 

With new enthusiasm and a new friend, I regained my composure, I wasn’t going to quit. I wasn’t going to disappoint him nor the Owner of the garden and I wasn’t going to let this garden that I love go just like that. 

Sometimes courage makes you hang on in the very hard times. Courage makes you brave enough to love selflessly,  maneuver through your failures, and set things straight, even when a piece of you doesn’t want to. 

If it’s worth having, you’ll have to fight for it.

The Room

There is a fissure running for countless miles, cut deep into the side of the world. If you were to follow this wound long enough you would find a passage leading deeper into the world.

After countless wrong turns and dead ends one might be lucky enough to escape its clutches and find your way back to the surface. But it  would have missed the marvel that is buried even further down in the darkness. For long ago a powerful mystic created a room, an empty space, and hid it away from the world. This void was a present, a gift.

Within the emptiness of this room lies a single fixture. This fixture is important. Pay attention. It is a simple stand, sprouting up from the ground. Fashioned from the most brilliant and purest of crystals. Its purpose is only to hold, whatever was laid across its top, and bring to life a true physical form of that same picture. To fill up the void in the hidden room with a representation of the object it held.

After trying for countless years, the mystic finally settled upon something worthy of its place on top of the pedestal. What did the mystic choose?

With so much of the mystic’s life spent trying to fill the void of the room, the day had finally came to settle on a final object. 

The mystic could have easily placed gold or other precious metals or gems on the pedestal quickly making her the most wealthiest person in the world, but that just didn’t seem like an appropriate use of such a wonderful gift. 

She had been alive for so many years, been through so many things, yet really did not desire any one ‘thing’ she had encountered. The quest to find something worthy of an entire room she handled with great diligence.

The only thing the mystic ever wanted that she could not obtain herself, was something she thought lost, long ago. 

With this item being lost, she could not discern a way to make a new physical manifestation of it. She had traveled back to where she had lost her most precious possessions looking for any scrap of them that could possibly remain. In her looking around she found only a piece of a ripped picture showing half of her smile, yet she decided to try it.

She gently laid the photo scrap across the precious crystal only to have it completely absorbed.

 Intense dread that came over the mystic. It consumed her. She stood awestruck. Confused. After what seemed like a lifetime trying to find the perfect object, somehow she had chosen wrongly. 

Now all the empty room seemed to bare was the physical representation of the emptiness felt inside of her. As she turned to leave, something changed, she felt a warming presence behind her. She believed it to be a cruel joke her mind was playing on her, so she continued on. 

But a simple, “Where do you think you’re going,” from familiar voices she hadn’t heard in years stopped her in her tracks. She held her breath. Her heartbeat quickened.

She turned around to see what she had lost years ago standing in front of her like no time had passed since that photo was taken. Remember the scrap piece of photo with her smile. 

Surrounding her was Innocence and Acceptance.

Though she had spent 95% of her life without these two companions, she never forgot their feeling. This is what she wanted to fill the room. These were the items she wanted back more than anything. What she sought so long to find.

“You have spent your whole life blaming yourself for things that you carry and those are not your burdens to bare. Things happened, some your fault and some not, but human life is filled with mishaps,” Innocence told her.  “It’s expected. We still exist inside you but who we appear and how we affect you is rather differently than when you were so young. We are here. We’ve never left. We live in an amazing world that is not designed to prevent suffering.” continued Acceptance. With those words and their arms wrapping her in a warm embrace she felt the hole in her heart begin to close and then suddenly they disappeared.

The mystic could not understand why the pedestal only made them appear for a little while. No, that was not her intent. It should have filled the room with the representation forever, not just a few seconds.

Heartbroken, she collapsed on her bed, the air became so heavy around her and like a lullaby, it lured the mystic into a deep sleep. 

When she awoke,something was different. She looked around the room and it was as dark and filled with void as before but yet inside of her a new sense of feeling was found, one that she hadn’t felt in a long time. The heaviness was gone. She was at peace. The crystal couldn’t fill the room with the picture; no but it could fill her with what the picture held, and it did.

 DebraKay 11-03-2019

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Romans 12:2