Father, the Author of Life, has been walking me through some stuff, please pardon my lack of a better term.

About a month ago, the Holy Spirit laid on my heart the fact that God is unchanging. No matter if I look from the beginning of time forward, or, from the end of time back, He is the Alpha and Omega. The truth never changes. I am called to do the changing. The submitting. The transforming.

The Bible says:

God is not human, that he should lie,
not a human being, that he should change his mind.
Does he speak and then not act?
Does he promise and not fulfill?

Numbers 23:19 (NIV)

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.             Hebrews 13:8 (NIV)

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
James 1:17 (NIV)

I felt led to palindromes. Palindromes are words, phrases, numbers etc that are the same forward and backward. Ignoring spaces and punctuation. To say palindromes have consumed my mind is no understatement. Every word my eyes would see I would search for a way to make it work in the reverse.

I titled it SOS because it is a cry for help and a palindrome itself. But I find it interesting to know that SOS was not designed as an acronym. In the days of Morse code it was a message easily relayed as a distress call.

The following poem is a series of palindromes placed in a way to represent life such as has been revealed to me to share.


Sagas deified sagas.
Must sell at tallest sum.
Race fast safe car.
I’m aloof; fool am I!
Evil Is as selfless as I live.

We panic in a pew.
Is it I? Abba it is I!
Keep eye on tenet? No eye peek!
Live on no evil.
Won’t lovers revolt now?

Raw time Abba, emit war.
Aim on Reviver no MIA.
Drown I in word.
Redder was I : I saw redder.
Rail a liar.

Now Sir, a war is won.
Radar madam radar.
Drawer devoved reward!
Drawn, I sit, serene rest is inward.
Now idle. He beheld. I won.

God revealed to me that in this life, those that have come before or those that are yet to come have similar journeys. The letters are the same. The timing, the pauses, the tenses and the circumstances vary. I change. But God never does.
My prayer is that those reading would come to know this intimately or be affirmed in its reading.

To God be the glory!

If you have a comment or question feel free to post.

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Independently Dependent

Greetings All,

I hope this post finds everyone well and experiencing God in some intimate way. Earlier this week I had surgery. And in the weeks prior the Lord had laid these words on my mind though they did not move to my pen till the morning of the procedure.

Truth be told, mortality is something we all can be facing. Sometimes the battle isn’t illness by obvious means, it could be depression, it could be something silent, it could be cancer, or old age. Truth is we are not guaranteed tomorrow.

I believe that through the blood of Jesus Christ my sins are forgiven and if today were my last, I would live on with Him. How about you?

If you cannot make this claim of a secure eternity I invite you to talk to someone who can answer any questions you may have.


I face my mortality today.
I’m staring my fragility in the face.
I’m not feeling like I should run away.
No Lord, just that I should trust and pray.

This isn’t something I “wanted” to do.
But Lord, it’s what You’ve brought me to.
I’m not feeling afraid or confused,
No Father, just to abibe in You.

Make me independently dependent, please.
Take this load and all my burdens ease.
I feel Your presence Father, I’m holding Your hand.
Lord, Your goodness, Grace,and mercies, never cease.

Do as You must Lord. I pray Your will be done.
You’ve ran every race I’ve ever run.
Though Your ways may not be my idea of fun.
Be still my heart Lord, Your will be done.

I know all is done for Your glory.
Your with each of us, You’ve penned every story.
Oh Father, You know my heart! You know for them I worry!
Jesus, Jesus, oh Jesus,
may they know my experience is Your glory!!!

Father, make them independently dependent, please.
Take their load and all their burdens ease.
Father, may they feel Your presence and cling to Your hand.
Even if they don’t understand.
Lord, Your goodness grace and mercies never cease.

Independently Dependent on the Spirit Alive in me.
His goodness, grace, and mercies are hard to see.
I Trust Him and Him alone for them and me.
Father may we yearn to be, Independently Dependent on Thee!

…. In His Service, for His Glory!

Kelly Harris

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“Good Morning”

One of my birthday gifts came a day early this year, God allowed me to witness something beautiful.

Kayla and I drive to school the same way every morning. I noticed the crossing guard seemed down cast so I told Kayla to roll down her window and greet her. This was three years ago.

Since then, they developed a tradition, one or the other would initiate the smile, wave, and “good morning.” Two weeks ago the crossing guard stopped us to announce her last day would be in arriving soon. Kayla instantly decided she’d draw her a picture.

Our routine has been drastically interrupted the past two weeks. Kayla never forgot and reminded me when the day arrived. The crossing guard saw us walking and her joy was evident. Kayla gave her Haley’s picture first, then presented her drawing of two horses one jumping and the other with a rider waving with a personal note thanking her for her “Good Morning” and wishing God’s best on her career change.

The crossing guard gave Kayla a big hug and said how much her smile meant every morning, advising her to never underestimate the impact that a smile can have. Kayla was confused at the tears flowing from Adriane, (I finally asked her name though I did not confirm the spelling).

Before we left I gave Adriane a hug and whispered, “Thank you for acknowledging her smile. May the joy and blessings of Jesus be with you in your new employment.”

We returned to the van and continued on our way. Kayla asked if the tears were happy tears… and I told Kayla I just witnessed was Heaven on Earth… I asked her what she thought God wants her to learn with this experience…

“That the light of Jesus shines in my smile.”

I think I had better start carrying tissues in my van.

Thank you Father for this child and her love for You… May she never forget the impact of her smile and the source of its light. Thank You for Your provision of this wonderful woman who took the time to acknowledge her smile, may she be abundantly blessed through her new employment.

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Christmas On The Farm

Six girls and me,
and a bucket of feed,
went for a walk over the hill.
I’d been in prayer
before all were there.

I asked God for different,
for a way that was new,
for His help that day,
in some special way,
to give another look at Truth.

All I knew was to take them
for a short little walk.
I trusted the Holy Spirit for
the actions and opportunity
I knew He’d provide the talk.

First we fed the cattle
then continued along our way.
We pretended some were pregnant
as we followed the path
to the barn with the hay.

At the top of the hill,
many buildings were in sight,
we paused just a moment,
spoke of the crowds,
and no room for the night.

The girls were all scarred
when we came to the barn,
like the shepherds in the fields
when the angel
said there’d be no harm.

We stepped inside,
placed our hands on the hay,
we talked of the manger,
and how our Creator
came to us that day.

How different it was
from Heavens throne.
How we are blessed
to get to know Him
as Savior of our own.

Then a little one asked,
“Why’d God leave a place in the skies,
to be a baby, carried and cry?”
I fought the tears
as they gathered in my eyes…

That’s how great God’s
love is you see
He came as the Son
The chosen sinless one
to set sinners free….

Because God Loves us
He didn’t want to stay apart
That’s why Jesus came
God knows more than your name…
He lives in your heart.

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One Day at a Time

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
Matthew 6:34 (NKJV)

“I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now…”
John 16:12 (NKJV)

One day at a time…
That’s what obedience reveals…
Yet every part of me thinks…
It wants what Heaven conceals…
If my Jesus, my Lord and my Savior…
Said to His Fishers-of-men…
That He had more to say but that they could not bear it then.

Then why must I try…
Time and time again…
To pencil my plans for this life in
with a pen?

Penciled in with a pen,
that’s how my life goes.
I make a plan for me,
yet my Father says, “No.”
A line’s struck through,
the planning I laid.
Then Glory befalls to those the Author and Perfecter had made…

Yet try as I might,
to pen “me” in again,
Alpha and Omega shows me who is in charge.
He scratches through and claims,
“I am sovereign!”

So why not a pencil,
That which could be erased,
quickly with God’s plans replaced
But again I hear my Abba say, “No.
Simply my child I want you to know
you bear the stripes of your Savior.
My Son died on the cross for you.
Your pain of this life I’ve entrusted,
so others may see Me through what you do. These marks serve so you’ll be reminded of my sufficient grace. Stop, look, and listen. Seek My face.”

I want my marks lifted…
At times I yearn to be…
On the other side with Jesus…
Singing praise eternally…

And though I may want it,
again my Creator says, “No…
I’ve more work to be done here… before you go.”

The tears stream down my cheeks as I cry to my Papa…
yearning to be with Him now…
Wanting reprieve from this task to believe,
when all see’s the pain in front of me.

His Spirit beckons me softly…
back to the book of His Word…
He sits with me as I read them… Bringing comfort…
“My Child your cries are heard.”

I read Jesus, too
wanted the cup to pass…
That even He who was from the beginning, felt forsaken as He breathed His last…
Jesus wept with the weeping…
That over death and loss my Friend did mourn…
That the brokenness of this world had Him angry…
Yet because He was wrongfully scorned…
The veil separating me from Father…


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Last Call

These things I have written to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life, and that you may continue to believe in the name of the Son of God.
1 John 5:13 (NKJV)

“Nine o’clock it’s quitting time.”

Every Wednesday- Sunday, from when I was 2 thru when I was 11, Dad shouted into the darkness across the ponds signaling time for the fishers to bring in their lines.

Fast forward 22 years…
At one of the then three ponds…
After all the others had grown tired of casting…
One last fisher remained.
With the smallest pole, smallest hook, and very little bait.

The bobber disappeared beneath the ripples of the water. A fight ensued. Rather than a forceful pull, the drag of the meek reel guided the fish to the shore.

Father, give me the fruit of your spirit to keep casting until you call it quitting time.

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Unable to Help

Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world. If My kingdom were of this world, My servants would fight, so that I should not be delivered to the Jews; but now My kingdom is not from here.” 

John 18:36 (NKJV)

The typical open times were 9-9 Wednesday through Sunday…
Occassionally Dad would extend these hours.

One gentleman, we’ll call him John, came on days the ponds were closed to the public and I was told to leave him be…

Typically I played outside and had no reservations. A stranger was just a friend I had not yet met. I think I was six.

This day John had something stuck in his hand. Either a fish or a hook… I am not sure which. He was hurt and needed help. So being the helpful kid I was I headed that way.

John saw me, “No. Please stay back. I don’t want you hurt.”
I stopped, but could not understand what the issue was… I figured he had no clue how much I could help.

“Child, stay back, I can’t let you help me.” John said practically pleading.

Because I still did not stop. He changed his urgency hurt my feelings. It broke my heart that I could not help. Then I felt particularly fearful when Dad called me aside after the situation had resolved.

I’d been told not to go around John, but still did, I went against the boundary. My parents, at that stage in life, weren’t the repeating type. Consequence wasn’t slow to follow disobedience.

Dad explained the reason John came during closed times. That he was trying to protect me. In his fear of hurting others he made special arrangements to come out.

The pleading of his words stayed with me. “I can’t let you help me.” And the fact John never returned to fish after that stuck also… Especially that my behavior had brought him to the point of anger when his actions were those of love.

Do you have a story that relates to this? I’d love to hear it!

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Lasting Love

Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble.

1 Peter 3:8 (NKJV)

Some of the best memories from Boggess Catfish Ponds were of the people. So many different people.

Old and young from all walks of life, graced us with their business. Most we would see on a monthly basis if not more. I loved just listening to and watching people. I gleaned much from them.

There were two elderly couples I adored. The Schneider’s and the Carr’s. Both couples had been married an extensive number of years… Both Mr.Carr and Mr. Schneider wore overalls, thick glasses, and baseball caps.

Mr.Carr would fish anywhere… His location on the bank did not matter to him. Mr. Schneider fished in the same spot every time he came and came at the same time every time… Sunday mornings an hour before we officially opened… Dad let them in.

I had a special assignments with both couples.

I manned the net for the Schneider’s. They sat when they fished… And needed help close to the water. This gave me the opportunity to visit with Mrs. Schneider. Picture a typical German woman in her early 80’s… That smoked cigars and claimed to be a pilot…

With the Carr’s my assignment was to keep the cats away from Mr. Carr. He was deathly afraid of cats and we had upwards of 20 roaming the ponds. He stood well over 6ft tall… This gave me time with Mrs. Carr. Picture an African American lady standing a good two feet shorter than Mr.Carr. And had a “tiny” voice…

I watched how these couples interacted. The men carried most everything in and set their ladies up before tending to their own. They looked adoringly and joked lovingly between each other. They had laughter together. I recall instances for both couples where they laughed so much they cried.

Despite Mr. Carr’s crippling fear of cats, and Mr. Schneider’s continual mundane consistency. I never recall either of the ladies begrudgingly trailing their husbands. I never recall the husbands ever placing himself first. I admired that love they had between each other.

For several weeks I’ve been meditating on 1 Peter 3. If I’m honest I was stuck. Submission still, in one way or another, sounds like failure, especially if I fail to see the full scope of Peters words. The lasting love that is found when we choose submission to Gods will has eternity in mind.


Father, so many are under attack today. Our marriages, our families, our children. May we all proceed with a like mind to love one another.

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So I am eager to come to you in Rome, too, to preach the Good News.
Romans 1:15 (NLT)

“We didn’t catch anything.”

One of the girls was disappointed because she didn’t see the results of her casting.

After giving that same honey hole a try and fishing for “forever” according to them (thirty minutes according to the clock), I decided in the interest of my sanity we would put up the poles.

My attention came to that attitude in myself. So often the Holy Spirit leads me to say or do something. I do it because deliberate disobedience isn’t my idea of fun, yet afterwards I’m disappointed because, “nothing happened.” Then came the conviction that I allow the fact that “nothing happened last time” determine when to obey…

Playfully I think of that same school of perch. Imagine that the class was on a field trip or going places. As they went, they were telling others about their life changing experience.

A bigger fish came along looking to gain something for it’s self. But the bass overheard what the perch were saying. Just as it was going to attack that hook came into the water and got the attention of the bass changing it’s direction.

Just because we do not see what is happening doesn’t mean nothing is.

Cast it out,
reel it in.
Do it over and over again,
even when they refuse to bite.
You may not reach them…
but the Holy Spirit just might.

God says,
“You’re My child…
I am with You…
Loving others is what I’ve called You to do.
My Son made you a fisher of men,
cast it out…
reel it in.”


Father please forgive me. Thank you for revealing this attitude within me that I may better serve You. I am to simply trust and obey as I cast out the line.

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Poetic Ponds- part 2

Then He said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.”
Matthew 4:19 (NKJV)

When it comes to fishing, casting is pretty easy once you know how and especially when the fish jump on the line. However they aren’t always quick to bite.

Sometimes they nibble. Sometimes they spit the hook out. And sometimes they just do not want the bait.

The same group of children. Four of them, when they had to cast over again two or three times soon lost interest. They had their excitement or their accomplishment in mind.

The other two were still eager and optimistic. They found pleasure in the anticipation. And adventure in the unknown. They knew there were fish still to catch and that’s all they needed to keep casting.

When one of the two hooked their finger the other grew fearful and would no longer touch the hook or cast the line. Mind you this was not the one hurt… The one hurt was disappointed that she had to retreat to wash her hands.

When Jesus called me to be a fisher of men, He said nothing about it being comfortable, or painless. He calls us to see past all of that and have trust in His leadership.


I yearn for that kind of faith Father. To just go without question. I praise you that I’m not the same today but You are. You Father are worthy!

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