Planted By God to Display His Glory -Isaiah 61:3

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To Wanna-be….Or To Be?

Confessions from my writer’s desk

I can’t seem to stop writing today.

Words, in caffeinated-like frenzy, somersault down the slide from brain to keyboard-glued fingertips.

I scribble notes as I take my shower.

Thankfully, the ink doesn’t run.

I stop the hairdryer to capture a few more as they whizz by in reckless abandon.

I arrange and rearrange them. More shout to get out and join the happy flood.

Five hours pass.

I forget to eat.

I’ve been away somewhere, yet right here all day.

I’ve felt fear, sadness, and despair.

My teeth have clenched.

My shoulders tensed.

My stomach knotted.

Later they release.

Joy, hope, and love return in a welcome relief.

Something has changed in me today. The spring of words that was tapped into is like no other spring I’ve ever known.

I didn’t even WANT to write today.

I wanted a lazy home alone day. I wanted to plant flowers. Take a nap. Read a book.

But I thought I would take a passing look at the chapter I finished on Monday first. The one in the book I’m writing…and endeavoring to live.

I fixed a phrase. Revised an awkward transition, added a new paragraph…

A paragraph that was hard to write. One that cost me. Cost me my pride, my writer’s pretense, and my avoidance of the real me.

Because it was me. Using words to share about me. Telling truths I never wanted to tell.

And then suddenly the words would not stop. Out of control, yet perfectly controlled by a deeper part of my writer self.

One I have never met before today.

Because I am a reluctant spokesperson for God. More afraid that my weaknesses will fail Him, than I am confident that He can do what He says He will do.

A Moses-like writer, a stuttering failure, who carries a pen as a staff in her hand. And God says,

“Throw it down”


“Pick it back up and write. And I will set my people free.”

I dare not believe it. I can only obey.

Yet I know I am different. God’s taken more control, freed me more from self…to be myself.

And I know…I am no longer a wanna-be.

I am.

A writer. A fool for Christ.

My words have been set free.

But not to teach.


Because healing words are not from the head. They bleed from the heart…to transfuse God’s love to a broken world.

I pray my future readers will see the drops of blood I shed on the pages of that book today. I pray God will use them to heal, even as I’ve been healed in the writing of them.

And now I pause in my writing to wonder, have you been a wanna-be too? Can you hear God asking you to throw down what you hold so tightly in your hand? The very thing He has spoken to you that He can use to set his people free?

Will you stay a wanna-be, or will you BE?

Yes, that is the question.

I bet you didn’t want God to ask you that question today, anymore than I did.

But He did. Because it’s time my friend,


…bind up the brokenhearted,

to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,

to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,

to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—

to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

                   -Isaiah 61:1-3

I’m praying for you. For you to BE!

The world is waiting for exactly what you have to share.

And so am I.

~ Linda

Trading Spaces

Notice something different here? I’ve traded spaces with the “egg” themed Sunny Side Up site, working behind the scenes to give it an extreme makeover. It’s not quite done yet, but close enough to move the bus and let you take a look at some new things God is building! No more menu, no more breakfast, just God’s glory on display.

Here are my thoughts on what’s been happening behind the scenes…

“Capable” Just Doesn’t Cut It Anymore

I’m not a super-girly, perfectly-accessorized-lipstick-matching kind of girl.

I used to be able to change a tire. In the dark. On the side of a muddy dirt road in the middle of a race.

“You have ‘capable’ hands,” my husband has told me. Not quite “man hands” (ala the Seinfeld episode), but they have rarely been outfitted in long fingernails or pretty pink polish.

Raised with two brothers by a working Mom and a Dad who taught me baseball and home improvement, I grew up…well, capable. If something was broken I would try to fix it, although not always very successfully. As I matured into my teens and twenties I sometimes wondered if I really knew how to act like a girl. I didn’t giggle. I would rather be in a race car than at a resort. I didn’t read romance novels. I liked flowers, but not the girly idea that a guy should buy them for me. Give me a ride in an airplane and you had my heart. (Right honey?)

A few years ago at a women’s conference we were asked to choose one word to describe the friend we came with. My friend’s word for me? Capable.

Yup, that’s me…Capable. Except being capable just doesn’t cut it anymore. I’ve learned the hard way that being capable in my own strength is the exact opposite of what I really need to be…

Powerless. Powerless before God, living in and depending on His strength instead of my own. Being “capable” has made it difficult for me to acknowledge my own powerlessness. And consequently, my ability to be completely surrendered to the work of God in my life.

Like becoming more of a girly-girl. One that wears nail polish, cares about what purse she carries, and throws on a necklace to go to the grocery store. Not to conform mind you, but to yield to becoming the woman God really created me to be. Still loving race cars, baseball, and airplane rides, but willing to grow as a woman to display the fullness of God’s glory in my life.

To show that HE is capable. HE takes my flub-ups and fears and turns them into something beautiful. HE calls me beautiful. HE desires for me to be all that I was created to be. HE is the one who knows my potential, even in the dark times.

Like a daffodil bulb, blooming when the perfect day of Spring arrives…

So God’s had me redecorating myself and has planted me here now, amid the flowers. I pray that as I share my journey breaking free into His light, that I am a planting for the display of his glory!

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon Me,    
      Because the Lord has anointed Me
      To preach good tidings to the poor;
      He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
      To proclaim liberty to the captives,
      And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
      To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord,
      And the day of vengeance of our God;
      To comfort all who mourn,
      To console those who mourn in Zion,
      To give them beauty for ashes,
      The oil of joy for mourning,
      The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
      That they may be called trees of righteousness, 
      The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified. Isaiah 61:1-3 NKJV

Thanks for sharing this garden with me. 

    ~ Linda

P.S. Did you click on the racing link and watch the video? I have to say…wow I had fun! Totally crazy, kids-don’t-try-this-at-home fun!

Daffodils and Destiny

Bright and brilliant yellow, my four daffodil blooms SHOUT from my corner garden at the world…“Look at us! We’re the first and brightest blooms of Spring!”

I love them. I have only four this year, but hundreds blossomed in unison along the front edge of my childhood home in Maine. After a dark and gloomy New England winter, they were my lifeline to the future—the first hope of sun and Spring.

It’s amazing to me how these hardy bulbs bloom year after year, but only after spending time hidden, in the cold hard ground of winter with no sunshine at all.

Like me. At least it feels that way. It’s been a cold hard winter in my life as I’ve struggled to recover from an injury that gives me almost constant pain and severely limits my activity. At times over the last eighteen months I’ve wondered if I would ever see the sunshine of hope. Yet now I wouldn’t trade any of those dark days for some man-made premature spring. Because God’s been doing miraculous things deep inside me as I’ve been hidden. Working on my heart, my pride, my insecurities, my faults, and my fear.

Jesus even told us we must be willing to be buried in the ground:

“Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.” John 12:24 (The Message) 

There’s a transforming work that could only take place as I’ve been buried deep in the ground with Jesus. A place of surrender that I would never have discovered without the pain, the darkness, and the alone-ness of it all. I could not hold onto life the way it had been. I had to let it go, and trust recklessly in the love of Jesus to bring me new life.

Nobody’s really been able to see yet what’s been happening in my underground place with God, but eventually I pray the bloom of the love of Jesus will burst through the ground so I can show off His glory! Then I’ll shout “Hey, look at Jesus! He’s the first and brightest bloom of life!

Wait a minute…I’m shouting it out to you now! Maybe you’ve experienced a dark and hidden time in your life. Be encouraged, God can work miraculous transformations underground.  It’s your destiny and mine to one day break free and become the beauty we are meant to be!

A dear friend knows me so well, she made the artwork below for my birthday present last month. She made it for me, but it’s also from God for you.

I pray you are as blessed as I am by the heart and art of my incredible friend Becky Schultea.   

Thanks for the daffodil blooms you share with me just by being here! 


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