YOUR LIFE COACHING WV

Yesterday morning I drove my son to pick strawberries for a local farm. Something he and a couple of his friends have been doing for the past couple weeks. Nothing uncommon for some country kids wanting to earn their own spending money. The farmers are grateful for the help too, so its a win-win situation. Nothing extraordinary, just ordinary life here in West Virginia. But on our way to the farm, I saw something extraordinary. It was the backdrop of an ordinary tree. On an ordinary gravel road. On an ordinary morning. Even at the risk of being a couple minutes later than he wanted to be for work, I stopped the Jeep and captured a couple pictures. Then on the way home, behind me I noticed another version of the same sunrise, and it made me wonder if there was something more. Something I may not be seeing by looking behind. So I turned around, drove up to the "run-away" truck ramp to take a closer look for myself. And I found this: I don't know about y'all, but my

"O  Lord , in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch." Psalm 5:3 My three year old grandson, Case, asks the same question after every nap and upon waking up every morning: " Is it morning time ?" I smile when he asks, not just because of how he words it, not just because of his obvious-to-me question, but because of his utter joy at the prospect of being able to get up and start his day. After reading Priscilla Shirer's book  Fervent , I designated my she-shed office as the place for a 15-minute prayer time with God. This morning I had just sat down to start and Case's question popped into my head " Is it morning time ?"  It was as if the Holy Spirit was reminding me that this is the time I've set apart to meet with God, to pray, to seek His help for the day ahead. And it dawned on me that it was indeed morning time! The start of a brand new day. Old things from yester

"Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to bloom in the crooks and crannies of life. Other times I know that is exactly what I'm doing. Life ain't easy, some days its just doable." Coach Kelly Happy Saturday folks. I wanted to share something with y'all, something I am willing to bet most of you can relate to. I woke up this morning, after yesterday's really good day along the river with my husband, feeling spiritually "blah."  After grumping at my husband, I came over to my office for a "spiritual time-out." So I asked God: "How can I awake this morning, following a good nights sleep, after a picture-perfect day yesterday, and feel like this? I just don't understand."   Now here is the part where I'd love to impute some Godly wisdom, share with y'all the revelation He gave me...but I can't. What I can share with you is that after talking to Him, after calling out the fruits of the spirit, and asking for a h

GOD'S WORD® Translation "Wives, place yourselves under your husbands' authority. This is appropriate behavior for the Lord's people." John and I were watching Tony Evans' program this morning; a ministry that he listens to on his drive to work. This morning, as Dr. Evans was teaching on wives being subject to their husbands. This is a message I believe we women have either embraced or rejected - I don't know that we can truly bounce back and forth on this one ! But this was a great message for all Christian wives. Dr. Evans explained how Jesus is equal with God but served a different function. He went on to state that wives are equal to their husbands but also served a different function and that function was to willingly submit under their husband's leadership. He emphasized the point by placing one hand over the other and it occurred to me that he is absolutely right. And this time, instead of this message seeming restrictive, I

Happy Mother's day ladies. This past week I have been thinking a lot about my mom. The brightness of her smile, the twinkle in her eyes when she was being ornery, the warmth of her laugh, and the kindness in her touch. But today, I am thinking about moms who are feeling the hurt of loss. Those who are grieving over a child, a spouse or a parent or two. My prayers go out to you on this emotional day. As I was praying, it dawned on me that I need to make sure that I leave something good behind for my family to hold on to when God calls me home. Something that will help them through the heartache of loss. I thought of all the pictures I take that make my family groan. Pictures of us laughing - not just the ones my children deem Facebook worthy, but the real ones. I want to leave behind memories that will make them literally LOL. I want to share thoughts with them that run deeper than the surface. Giving them hope for a bright future. And love that will extend well beyond the g

Isaiah 40:29 " He gives strength to those who grow tired and increases the strength of those who are weak." I am sitting here listening to David Crowder and praying for two of my "kids." Two special guys who are experiencing devastation, hurt, and fear beyond what I can imagine right now. And as I'm praying for them, the Holy Spirit is literally jumping within my gut. And so a friend told me to 'preach' so here I go. I've blogged about healing I've personally witnessed. I've blogged about being revived, praying against fear and doubt, about believing for a miracle; I blog about everyday life stuff that proves to me that Jesus is real ...and y'all right now I am blogging about Jesus. About our need to share Him everywhere we go, in everything that we do. AND, contrary to what some may believe: I want to see revival- a true renewal of Christianity- break out in Grant, Hardy, and Mineral Counties of West Virginia! What that means for