God cares about everything!

A beautiful truck pulled up next to me as I was pumping gas.

Hmmmm Is it Gray? Green? Greenish Gray?

I couldn’t tell but it was the prettiest color I had seen in a long time. I wanted to ask the driver when he got out but he had his head down and didn’t look open to conversation.
Oh just ask him what color it is. He isn’t going to bite your head off. I kept being prompted to ask him, but felt stupid.
Finally I blurted out “Beautiful truck, is it green or gray?”

A huge smile crossed his face.

“Both I guess. A Greenish Gray, I think. Thanks you made my day!”.


“I just bought it a couple of days ago and really loved the color. Today I was having second thoughts. So thanks so much for mentioning it.”

As I drove away I realized it was God who kept prompting me to say something. As bizarre as that may sound, I know it’s the truth. We can tend to think that God just gives BIG words. Especially to strangers. Big words about jobs. Changes. Healing revelations. Something life altering that will bring tears to the recipient. But God even cares about the little things. Like reassuring His kids about the unique paint job of a new truck they just bought.

We really make this too hard. Feel prompted to say or do something and it doesn’t go away? Just do it!

As long as it isn’t mean, you might just make someone’s day 🙂

Rock on peeps!

Time To Get Unstuck

Are you tired of being stuck? You might just be the captain of your own dysfunctional Carnival Cruise!

We store thoughts or information in our minds and store beliefs in our hearts. Thoughts = beliefs = action. How do some of your thoughts become beliefs? By attaching emotions to it. The more times you attach emotions to a thought the stronger that belief gets. That is why it doesn’t take more than a heartbeat to get your blood boiling when you repeatedly think about that person that hurt you. It is more than a memory and it has now become a belief that has a very quick trigger. That is also why it is really important to break that circuit by sharing good stories or testimonies.

Why? Because we have been taught about life from stories since we were small children. Some good. Some bad. Unfortunately, we continue to tell ourselves stories that are lies, no longer true or keeping us stuck. When we share testimonies or hear testimonies of God’s goodness, healing, provision, etc. it stirs up emotions in us. We feel the reality of God! We feel what He can do and will do. It speaks the miracle or action prophetically into our own lives. When enough of those stories get imprinted into our hearts, it becomes a belief. These beliefs give us hope and propel us forward. When we are hopeless we remain stuck. The more it is imprinted, the stronger the belief gets. Good or bad. That is why it is easier to believe God in some areas and not in others. We just haven’t attached enough good or Godly emotions or proof to the areas we struggle in.

Purpose this week to share testimonies of God’s goodness in your life. Not only will it help someone else, but it will remind you of Him. I am tired of being stuck by some of the negative stories I continue to tell myself. It is time to put some emotions to the good stuff, so we can call more of it into our lives. God told me to make the month of March a march forward month. How about you?

Share your testimonies this week and let me know how you not only change the atmosphere around you…..but how it changes the beliefs in your heart!

March on, beloveds!

Dead Daddy Roulette

“Hi Dad! How are you?”

It’s 6:00 pm and I had just entered his unit. The tv was blaring and he made no movement as I walked past his chair.

“Dad?” I looked down to see his chin resting on his chest, mouth open and he didn’t appear to be breathing.

Oh crap! Did I just win dead daddy roulette?

Don’t hate me, but I am not looking forward to pulling that short straw! Just a matter of time before I or one of my sisters are going to walk in to find him permanently asleep.

Not on my watch, Papi! 😎 Ha!

“Dad! Dad!”

He quickly sits up. “Don’t ever do that again!!!”

“What? Wake you up? Or wake you up from the dead?”

“Next time, just let me be”

“Ok, but I thought you were dead. You weren’t breathing”

“ That’s how I sleep.”

“But you weren’t……

“I want to make it to 100!”

Yikes! 100? Most of the time, I don’t think you will make it till the end of the week.

Lord, please help me to find the time to visit him more often. Help him to open his heart to you too. You know I have tried. It’s on your watch now. Help him home.

God sees your goodness!

When I got off the plane in Phoenix I was surprised to see 5 Delta employees waiting, in a line, with wheel chairs. A man flagged me down, when he saw my cane, and asked if I needed a ride to baggage claim. “no, I am okay” . “Are you sure? Its almost a mile walk.” Ahhh. ok. My ankle is throbbing and I don’t think I can make a mile.

I got in the chair and felt really self conscious. “You don’t have any carts here like at MSP? “No.” “You’d think with all of the senior snow birds that flock here, you would have a fleet of them.” “No. We’re the fleet and we are glad to help.”

He pushes me to baggage and won’t let me get out of the chair. “I’ll grab your bag and wait with you until your friends get here.” I assure him I am okay, but he insists on waiting with me. He then runs to get several tourist guides as he wants me to “enjoy my stay”.

I feel stupid sitting in the chair and I try to ignore the people walking by giving me a sad look like…..I wonder whats wrong with her? I wish my friends would arrive so I can escape this helicopter attendant. He is sweet, but I am trying to avoid eye contact. I am also looking around to see if the doctor I saw earlier, on the plane, is picking up her baggage as I have a word for her.

God suddenly illuminates the man’s face to me and I turn to look at him. Really look at him. John looks almost 70, has dyed reddish hair and reminds me of Woody Allen sans eye glasses. “Are you a teacher? Or a trainer? God is showing me something about that.”

His mouth drops open! “Well actually I am a retired optometrist and I lived in Costa Rica and some other countries for awhile and would teach remote towns and village eye doctors how to set up an eye clinic and treat their patients more efficiently. I am actually waiting for my paperwork so I can go teach in Mexico.” WOW! I tell him that God is showing me a picture of him teaching and training others and that he is good at it. He can relate to anyone he speaks with and then God gives me some detailed information as to how he is making a difference.

John is a little freaked out but thanks me for relaying the information. My friends show up and he insists on pushing me to the car rental shuttle bus.

I continue to tell him what God is telling me and I can tell my friends think it is a little odd, but I am getting used to these public WOK. Ha! One friend tells him “yes she is very psychic” Well kind of, but it is the God kind of psychic. Ha!

A week later, of course I run into John, again, as I am looking for a Starbucks while waiting for my return flight. He remembers me, waves and asks if I want to hear some adventures he has had abroad. Sure! I love stories! I sat for almost a half hour listening to some incredible stories. “You have got to write a book! I would buy it” He smiles and tells me he used to love to write and thinks he may do that once he gets to Mexico.

I thanked him and walked back to my gate. I am glad we met and I hope he writes that book! Never underestimate what God can and will do through you. At any time, in any place and with anyone.

Makes my day every time God gives me a word for someone. I think it blesses me more than it does the other person.

God hangs out at Frankie’s

Long after church was over, a group of us stragglers decided to grab lunch.   Our favorite place was packed and there was a 20 minute wait.  We drove to a nearby restaurant and were told the same wait time.  At this point, everyone was starved so we just walked down the sidewalk to find anything that was open and landed at Frankie’s Pizza.

My salad was nothing spectacular but I didn’t care.  Why? Because I love this group!  These are my peeps!  Its always fun.  Always interesting.  As we were finished up and waited for the bill, I decided to run to the bathroom.  As I pushed open the ladies’ room door,  a woman rushed out and she almost knocked me over.  She grabbed my arm, “I am so sorry, baby!”  “No, problem”  I smiled, “guess it scared us both.”  She nodded “Yes,  you never expect it and when I came out of my apartment and there was this guy with a hood up on his jacket and……    I didn’t really hear the rest of it as God suddenly illuminated her face and said “She is looking for a job.  A different job.   Ask her about that.”

“Are you looking for a job?  Do you need a job?”    Her eyes got big ” Well, what do you have in mind?  Do you have a job for me?”   “No.  God just told me that you don’t like your job and you are looking for a different one.”

“What?  Now you have me spooked.  How did you know that?.  I was just sitting at the bar telling my friend I didn’t like my job and wanted to get a different one.  We were so quiet that I didn’t think anyone could hear us.”

Me: “Well I didn’t hear you. In fact, I didn’t even notice there was a bar.   I am sitting over there with a group of people from my church, our pastor and his wife.  God knows you want a new job so just be open to it.  Be open to doing something different.  You are very organized and have a great attention to detail.  God has something that will use your gifts.”

“I mean why would God tell you this?  Can you see how I would be freaked out?  I am sitting at the bar having a drink with my friend.  Why would God speak to you about me if I am having a drink at the bar? ”

Me:”Do you really think God cares that you are having a drink at the bar?”

She pauses. ” Well, I mean I AM drinking at a bar!”   She asks my name and tells me hers is Kia.

Me ” Do you really think that God cares that you having a drink at the bar? He isn’t checking ID’s 🙂  I mean they didn’t run out of wine at the wedding until the apostles showed up.”  She laughs!  She must have had some church if she gets my joke.

I continued “He loves you.  He wants the best for you and wants you to know there is more.   We went to 2 restaurants first and came here because there was a wait. We never eat here. He wanted us to connect, so I could tell you this.”

Kia starts to tear up. “Wow.  He does love me.  Can you see how this would freak me out.  I was just telling my friend how much I would like a different job. Thank you so much.  I don’t want to come over to your table and pray with you if I have been drinking.”

I just smiled. ” God isn’t freaked out by you having a drink and you don’t have to come to our table and pray.   Have a blessed day.”  She smiled and thanked me and walked way.

When I returned to our table, I scanned the room and was not surprised that Kia had fled the restaurant.  Ha!  I probably killed her buzz !  You can’t take me any where!

I told my peeps what happened and we laughed.  God is every where.  God is always speaking to us or through us.  No drink at the bar, or needle in your arm or blow up your nose will ever stop Him from speaking to you.  Or loving you.  Or wanting the best for you.

I hope Kia thought about it later and I hope she recognizes when that new job opportunity door is opened to her.

Just never fails to amaze me how cool God is.  You can’t out cool God 🙂




More than Blah


Snow in April isn’t bringing my soul much sunshine.  I am so tired of snow and grey skies.  Makes me feel BLAH.  Makes me feel stuck. On hold.  Cooped up. Like cabin fever of the mind, body and soul. You’d think I would spend this time finishing the book I have been working on forever.  Or, at least, reading one of the many books that I have purchased in the past year that are piled up in a corner in my office. How about something that doesn’t take that much energy? Cleaning closets? alphabetizing my spice jars? Nope.  Just sitting like a lump.

“God, why do I feel this way?”

“You can blame it on the weather, but it is what is in your heart. You feel blah because you feel there is nothing to move forward to.  Forward in.  You are not willing to move through the blah to see what else I have for you.”

Yikes!  He responded so quickly that I didn’t have time to realize I don’t really want an answer.  But that is the truth.   I don’t know if I want to move through the blah.   Right now it feels too comfortable, too familiar.  I can sit in my favorite chair, with my Zevia, and mindlessly watch another sitcom reboot.  I mean what life would ever feel complete without the new adventures of Roseanne, Will and Grace or Dynasty?

Then I begin to think of all of the people who are no longer on this earth to complain about feeling blah.  Now I feel guilty.  Selfish and petty.  Just get up off your a$$ and do something.  That will make you feel better!  But it doesn’t, because I can’t.  I don’t want to.

“You ask not.  That is your struggle.  You ask not.  You have given up on your dreams. Hopes.  Desires.  You no longer have any dreams because you have lost the desire to move forward.  Why?  Do you want to know why?”

Not really.  Now I am a little spooked.  Lately, I tend to ask God general things and not specific questions.  Maybe I am afraid He would really answer.  AND in detail!  Or maybe I am afraid I am nuts. One of those weird ass Christians that I joke about.  “Ok, why? ” and I hold my breath for the answer.

“Because you don’t feel you deserve anything better.  You feel like you have reached that which you are supposed to have.  You feel lucky to be alive after the accident.  You feel like to ask for much more is just being greedy and selfish.  I have more for you.  I really do.  Wasn’t your time to perish.  Just a bump in the road. Stop hearing my voice through the voice of your parents.  My voice is filled with love, hope and edification.  You are my daughter and like any parent I want the best for you. But unlike any earthly parent, I can make it all happen.  By my power through you.  By my power through others.  My children are missing that point of salvation.  Of the resurrection.  My power is abundant and there for the asking.  You can do everything through me.  Because of me.  Nothing gets held back.  Regardless of what is going on in the world.  I can change hearts and make things happen.  What is it that you desire?  Do you want me to place my desires for you in your heart?  Would that take you out of your blahs? ”

He stops and waits for my answer and I am afraid to say yes.  Afraid that I can’t do what He wants me to do.  Like maybe He wants me to schlep around on people’s couches again or go to Africa where it hot and filled with bugs and snakes. I pause.  Before I can tell Him I am afraid He says “Paul wandered, but he was taken care of financially.   Would I not take care of you?  Not everyone is called to have nothing of worldly goods nor go on a tropical mission for me.”

“Ok.  I am still afraid but I will say yes.   Place your desires in my heart.  Make it a burning desire.  Make it burn so much that I want to do it.  Not just start it, but to finish it too.”  I don’t hear anything, but i think it is probably because I am afraid to.  Amazing how we can shut off the communication on our end and then complain that He isn’t talking to us.  I decide to jump in the bath and as the water fills the tub I tell Him to fill my heart with His desires for me.  How will I know when that is?  I guess  I will have the desire to get up out of my current existence and do something else.  Something better.  Probably something scary.

I am ready.  Not ready.  I surrender.  I am ready.  Nope, not ready…….yet.

God, please light a fire under my a$$ and one in my heart. Lord only you can help me get off the hamster wheel.  Its up to you.  Its always been up to you.  As I can do nothing without you.

Philippians 2:13 The Passion Translation 

13 God will continually revitalize you, implanting within you the passion to do what p pleases him.[a] . 



“Billy” Billy? “Yes, Billy” God shows me an image of young Billy standing straight and tall over a couple of people. I stop what I am doing and for several minutes watch a scene play out, like a video, in my mind’s eye. Before I can ask why, I hear “Tell his mother, Angela, what I am showing you.” Yikes! “God, I don’t even know if she believes in you and now you want me to tell her that you are talking to me? About her son?”

Aggghhh I haven’t even had my coffee yet. Do I even want to go there right now? I have a choice. I don’t have to tell her anything, as God would still love me anyway. But, would I want her to miss out on something really cool? Something that could be confirming? Comforting? Life changing? Or will she just think I am nuts? Or even worse, one of those weird ass Christians? Before I have a chance to weigh the consequences I blurt out…..

” I know you are going to think this is strange, but God just showed me something about Billy that I think you should hear. No worries. Its all good. God is showing me that Billy is very mature. That he is a leader. A quiet leader. The teachers love him and the other students listen to him. I hear God say several times that Billy is a SHINING EXAMPLE. I see him towering over a group of people. He hates bullying. Someone is getting teased or bullied in his group and I can see him saying “Stop. Don’t do that! That isn’t cool, man!” And it stops. God is showing me that he is where he needs to be, right now. He is making a difference and changing those around him by the way he is. By who he is. By the way he treats people.” Angela smiles. “That is exactly him! That is exactly how Billy would handle it too! There is a lot of anger and dysfunction with the others in the group. So glad to hear that and maybe something happened today and he stood up for someone. Thanks so much for telling me. And say hi for me.”

“Hi for you?” ” Yes, hi to God.” and she looks upward. “Sure.” I laugh and walk away with a smile. I am glad I told her. I guess I am always glad I share with someone what I hear. And I can imagine that any parent is happy to hear that there son is doing well and liked by others. Especially when one’s son has Autism and goes to school with people who are just like him. Well, maybe not quite just like him yet. Sounds like God is using him to shine a light on how to treat others. Sounds lovely. Actually it sounds like love. God’s love.

I have never met you Billy, but I think I love you already too.

Turn The Page

So last night when I put my shoes on to run to Cub, God told me to donate my coat at a nearby Goodwill on my way home. Ok. No problem. I have lost a little weight so it is big on me anyway. So I pull into the donation bay and the clerk gives me an odd look as I take it off and check the pockets for any future winning lottery tickets . I hand her the coat and drive off. On the drive home, God continued to speak to me about how we hang onto things that no longer fit us. Things that are no longer good for us. Or beneficial. Why? Because it feels familiar. Comfortable. Predictable. Hard to turn the page and get to that next chapter when we have a permanent and immovable bookmark.

What causes us to hang on to old crap? Fear of the unknown. Fear that things could get worse. Or worse yet……they could get better and we wouldn’t know how to handle ourselves. Or anyone else. Think about it peeps! What old coat are you unwilling to part with even though it no longer fits you and where you want to go? Or need to go? Or will be bored to death if you don’t go? I don’t want to be on my deathbed sorry that I played it safe. I just want to be smiling because I DARED to play! Dared to draw outside of the lines! Left the fenced-in area! Make a decision to make one commitment to yourself this year to move forward. Don’t know what that is? Ask the big Guy. He knows. We have a forward moving God! He is never stagnant. Me? I am asking for His wisdom this year. His wisdom in ALL THINGS. I am ready to move forward. Even if I am screaming and freaked out on the way!

Musical Chairs

Last night I went to a meeting and the place was packed. At offering time I wrote out a check for the speaker’s ministry. God told me how much to write it for. Ok. Sure. Then a couple minutes later I saw the pastor of the church that was hosting the event. His church has amazingly continued to host this revival that has been going on for 90 days straight! God told me to write him out a check for $50 and thank him for hosting the event. I thought “This is starting to be an expensive night, Daddy God” But, I knew I was hearing from God so I wrote out the check and then the pastor suddenly looked up at me and walked over and I handed him the check.

In the meantime, they are playing musical chairs in my section and moved a young man to the chair next to me so they could seat a large family together. “He is looking for a job.” What? God whispered again. “He is looking for a job” Job? ” a different job”. Ok, so what do you want me to do with that.? Like I didn’t know. I wasn’t in the mood so I was trying to play dumb until I was sure it was from God. For the next 10 minutes, God kept repeating himself. Ok.I get it. I didn’t feel like I was being disobedient, but rather I felt kind of stupid. Like it is too quiet to say anything right now. So finally I leaned over and whispered to the young man “Are you looking for a job? Or a different job?” His mouth dropped open and his eyes got big! “Yes, how do you know that?” “God told me” Then God suddenly opened my mouth and gave me the rest of it. I think sometimes He doesn’t give you the WOK or prophecy until you open your mouth to relay it. Why? So you don’t add your spin on it. Our human minds want to fill in the blanks so it makes sense. And, as you know, the supernatural doesn’t always make natural sense.

“Be patient as God has the perfect job for you. In fact, it is right under your nose. Or it will be. Does that make any sense?” He just smiled. “No, but I am sure I will find out” Ok, now my work here is done. Ha! I can start quietly playing Words With Friends while I am listening to the speaker. But, God wasn’t finished. “Give him the $20 bill you have in your purse”. What? Now I know it is just me. This money and my blank checks must be burning a hole in my bag tonight. “Give him $20. He has a need for it”. Yikes. Ok. Now how do I do this? As a male friend has said “Men don’t like it when you give them money or advice. Especially advice!” Hahahaha! Lord, how do I give this guy money so he doesn’t get offended? Or worse yet, think I am a crazy pants? God laughs “You’ll figure it out” Glad you have such confidence in me, Daddy God. I sat on it for about 10 minutes and thought again….this is sure getting to be an expensive evening. My buddy Christopher and I decided to leave early and as I stood up I knew it was now or never. I leaned over and whispered to the young man “Don’t think I am weird or anything, but I am supposed to give you this $20” and I handed him the bill. His mouth dropped open again and he looked up at me like WHO are you? “Oh, you must know why I am giving this to you. I waited for him to say something like I am broke or I need money for gas. Instead, he smiled and said “Wow. God told me I was supposed to donate $20 to the church tonight for having the speaker”. I just smiled “Well there you go.” and we left. Probably a good thing God didn’t give me heads up on why he needed it. Certainly easier to give if you think someone REALLY needs something versus just another donation. But God had other plans. His plans. God, you could have just had me give the pastor $70 bucks 🙂But we all know it just wouldn’t have been the same.

On the way home my friend and I discussed what happened. Even though I really enjoyed the worship and really needed to feel the tangible presence of God…maybe I wasn’t supposed to go to the meeting for me. Maybe it was for this guy. To build his faith.To build trust. To build a clearer awareness of a God who is AWARE of him! Not sure. Guess I don’t need to know why. But at least I am not worried about the money. Daddy God always gives it back to me and then some. I am learning that it isn’t really about “being obedient” In fact, I am getting tired of people saying that we need to “be obedient” regardless of how we feel.

If you know in your heart that God is telling you to do something it isn’t hard to do it or to follow through. Right? If you really believed God was telling you to do something and it wasn’t blowing up a nightclub or marrying a 10-year-old, wouldn’t you do it? Call that being obedient or whatever. I just call it BEING with God on the same wavelength.

Make it a good week peeps 🙂

Where does the time go?

This weekend, while cleaning off the top of my desk, I found a bunch of scraps of paper with scribbling on them. I was like WTH? It took me a couple of minutes to figure out what these bits of paper were. Duh! I had written down websites, youtube channels, book titles, product names, and other information because I wanted to research, read, view or listen to them later. Later. Later as in I don’t have time right now. Hard to fit it in when I am watching a video on facebook, while messaging on Messenger and listening to a podcast. It will have to be later. Much later, as in probably never. Unless we stop right now to take in that information we most likely never will. And I can only do 3 things at once. Unless it includes coffee. Then I can do 4. We are all so inundated with information. Overwhelmed. A media avalanche of other’s facts, theories, insights, opinions, fake news and all around bullshit. I can’t handle another blog, podcast, newsletter or coupon in my inbox. But I don’t have the heart to delete or block. I have FOMO even if I never get to it all. I am an information junkie. I can’t help myself. Search engines call my name. They tease me with the promising thrill of interesting tidbits that are only seconds away. How does one put themselves on an information diet? I don’t know. I guess it is safer than playing pull tabs. Or the penny slots at Mystic. I am cutting myself off in March. Ok. Cutting down. 🙂 Unless, of course, there is coffee!

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