Table of Grace with Pastor Dreama

  I wonder if I  pray differently than most people? Or maybe I pray exactly like most people…? My mind wanders, I fall asleep, I get interrupted…and then I’m done. Sound familiar?  What I need is to be outside, away from distractions. So this chilly morning, wrapped in a heated blanket on an enclosed porch, I entered into a quiet place of prayer. As an author, writer, introverted-mess, I’ve found the best way for me to talk to God is to write my part out and wait. As I’m sitting here this morning, enjoying Christmas on the porch and blogging, I thought of King David. He didn’t always have an ideal place to pray, yet that didn’t stop him from jotting down some desperate prayers. I’ll go out on a limb here, and assume that like me, he had some introverted traits, too.  Maybe that’s why I can relate to David’s prayers. I love how his writings jump from distress to praise without missing a beat! Still, “ as a man after God’s own heart” (Acts 13:22), I wonder how mu...

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  Whew!! Sticky smudges and silence. That’s what John and I find after the grandkids leave for home. It’s a joke for us to each other “ You hear that? ” Then, with smiles, we recap the many-many things they managed to get into! From throwing green hickory nuts at one another to Huddy dumping a bottle of soap bubbles over his own head! With our crew, no matter if they’re playing kickball in the back yard or video games on the porch, there’s never a dull moment.  As for the sound of silence after they’ve gone, I’ll admit we like it, too…for the most part, anyways. Don’t get me wrong, we love having our grandchildren with us; and in way of thinking, memories and messes go hand in hand! And over the past ten years, they’ve made plenty of both :-) Still, at times, I especially, long for the sound of silence - not the spooky you-can-hear-a-pin-drop silence; rather the tranquil silence of nature. That’s when I can hear from God best.  Here are a few things the Bible says a...

“ Now may the God of peace…make you complete in every good work to do his will…”  (Hebrews 13:20-21, KJV ). AS morning fades and noontime beckons, I am reminded of how quickly time passes. A few seconds ago, I was watching the morning news and enjoying my first cup of coffee. Now, chores caught up, devotions glanced at and my Bible beside me…I’m wondering where the morning went. Times like this, I question how many days I’ve ran through - wasted even - without thinking about my life’s calling or God’s will for it; even at my age! Am I making this harder than it needs to be?  Am I being obtuse? Or is it that I know  what needs done but unwilling to put forth the effort? A preacher once said it’s easy to know God’s will: Just ask Him! Well, I have and instead of directions like he gave Noah or the absolute sign He gave Gideon…I get obscure dreams and newspaper articles!  But what I want is a-no-question-about-it-word-from-You…like You gave me before! Wait, maybe I...

Your Life Coaching WV, llc Serving Neighbors since 2012 “Where Hope + Faith = Sight…Because you matter.” I’ll soon be 55 years old…and I’m more confused about life than ever. The left is fighting the right; the right is fighting the left; on Capitol Hill, democrats, republicans, and the middle are all looking for something resembling truth; instead they’re finding something skewed to support a biased narrative. I won’t speak for any other state, but most of the folks I talk with here in West Virginia are fed up! We want the same things: to be able to work, to feed our families, keep gas in our engines, and keep Jesus close.  We want to be productive. We want to make our own choices. We want women to be women and men to be men. We want our children happy and safe, playing in our streets and on their playgrounds without fear; we want them to be kids and not forced to make adult decisions! We want to be able to respectfully disagree without hate or labels!  For a while now, when ...

  In Mark, Chapter 8, Jesus laid hands on a blind man and gave him sight; but the man was only "half-healed". And the all-knowing Jesus asked him "Okay, so how's that?"   This story intrigues me.   Here's a blind man who willingly puts his hand in the hand of The Man and is led out of town to be healed.   Did he follow Jesus expecting something miraculous?   Or did he blindly follow like his friends told him to? I visualize him shrugging with an "it can't hurt" attitude.   But I wonder how he felt when Jesus touched him...Can you imagine his excitement as the Holy Spirit bubbled up in his gut?   I imagine he was excited about receiving some sight, but when Jesus touched him again and he saw clearly? Surely, he went from being half blind to dumbstruck.     Now try to imagine how it would have been if Jesus hadn't touched his eyes the second time. A little sight would be better than no sight, but this is Jesus we'r...

"I've come to realize that life is more like  Ole Yeller  than any Hallmark or Lifetime movie." LIFE: A Series of Moments in Time. Moments held together by mundane, everyday life.  Once in a while, we experience a life changing moment. That one will shape those that follow.  Like a predictable Hallmark movie, some moments are in the shape of happiness. Those are the ones we want to hold onto forever, if only time would stand still. Other moments reflect Lifetime movies. We just want them to pass so we can get on with our lives or turn back the clock. Then, there's Ole Yeller... I'm pretty sure that movie was wasted on me as a youngster.  But as an adult, I realize it was a foreshadowing of how life really works.  Everyone has sad moments tossed in with some happy ones.  Everyone has decisions to make that can't be undone.  And each of us have bittersweet moments only we can define. As I write this, our ten-year old dog Brutus is snoring at my feet...

  AS  we welcome another new year, I am in awe of how quickly this life is passing by. Where have the days gone? Have I accomplished anything in 2021? Was I alive or just living? What can I do better going forward? NEVER one to make  new years resolutions, after being cooped up for the past two years, this may be the year I make a few. This should be the year I navigate daily life with more purpose.  I'M not sure how it will pan out, but this new year, I feel the need to purge some unnecessary clutter. Not just the tangible stuff that collects dust, but the damaging stuff that can't be seen. FOR this new year, I want to worry less, be less anxious, hand distress up to God, and let go of needing to be right. THESE are lofty goals for the way I'm built, but this introvert is praying for a year of less. Be blessed y'all ~ Dreama Isaiah  26:3