Writing unto HIM

Writing unto HIM A southern mama, teacher, and wife that does not have it all figured out...but knows the one who does

The chair is empty,but the throne is occupied.Your voice is absent,but the angelic choir is singing.The light here has d...
11/27/2025

The chair is empty,
but the throne is occupied.

Your voice is absent,
but the angelic choir is singing.

The light here has dimmed,
but the light there surrounds you, warmer and brighter than anything we’ve ever seen.

We worship and give thanks down here,
while you’re praising at His feet, finally seeing the face we’ve only learned to trust by faith.

I long for you in ways words can’t hold,
but you lack for nothing now.

One day, we will all become the empty chair.
But what matters, what truly lasts, is how we live while our seat is still warm.

Because when our turn comes, I pray we too will rise from our chair
and find ourselves standing in the presence of the One who fills every empty place.

Leave your kids more than your stuff.One day they will be sorting through everything you left behind, and my prayer is t...
11/21/2025

Leave your kids more than your stuff.

One day they will be sorting through everything you left behind, and my prayer is that it will be more than the name plate that sat on your desk, some old records, and a few tools.

You would think that going through my daddy’s things would break my heart.
But the truth is, he is not in these boxes at all.
What he left me is something I carry every single day.

I carry his legacy.
The one that shows up to church every time the doors are open.
The one that prays for people before they ever ask.
The one that loves a GA Bulldogs football game with his whole heart.
The one that stands up for their children no matter what.
The one that never turns away someone in need.
The one that still believes in southern hospitality.
The one that knows what really matters in life.
The one that savors a good cup of coffee and a warm fire on a cold day.
The one that came from nothing but somehow managed to give everything.
The one that finds joy and laughter in the simplest moments.
The small town one.
The family first one.

He left me more than old boxes full of stuff.
He left me a way of living, a way of loving, a way of walking through this world.

And I am so proud of what he placed in me.

You can spend your whole life collecting things and packing them away until your attic can barely hold another box. One day your kids will open it all and say, “This was Daddy’s” and the story stops there.

Or you can choose to pour into them now.
You can choose to live every day as if Jesus stood right beside you.
You can choose to give them something no one can throw away.

A legacy that outlives you.

A legacy they can carry long after the boxes are gone.

Josephs own brothers plotted to kill him. It was the brother, Ruben who went against the grain and convinced his brother...
09/05/2025

Josephs own brothers plotted to kill him.

It was the brother, Ruben who went against the grain and convinced his brothers to spare Josephs life and throw him in a pit instead.

God sent sent some people along the path and Judah suggested they sell Joseph to the traders for 20 pieces of silver.

Then they faked his death.
Broke their father's heart.

All because Joseph was favored.

Joseph ended up being sold to Potipar, by the traders, who was a an officer of Pharoah.

Joseph was tempted by the Pharoahs wife and Joseph responded in the spirit and denied the married woman's advances. The wife of the Pharaoh told her husband that Joseph had made advances towards her and that landed Joseph in prison.

In prison 2 men had dreams that Joseph interpreted. Joseph told one of them that once he was reinstated to his position with the Pharoah to remember him in prison. Joseph was quickly forgotten about.

And still in prison.

Pharoah started having dreams himself and he needed Joseph to interpret the dreams.

And this is how Joseph became second in command to the pharoah.

If Joseph had of never been in the pit, sold to traders, sold to Potiphar, thrown into prison, he would have never ended up with the king.

Joseph; pit, to prison, to palace
bad, to worse, to the top.

God had a plan for Joseph.
And yes, Gods plan was the pit, prison, and the palace.

God was setting him up.
And the Lord does the same for us.

We are going to get thrown it pits, and even metaphorical prisons, because that's life. Trials and tribulations.

But if we endure and press through there is a palace with a seat for us at the right hand of the king.

I don't know what pit you're in, or what prison you're facing, but let's keep looking towards the palace.

God had a plan ❤️

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