Do you hate smudges? I know I do? I am constantly wiping my phone screen to remove dull, smeared splotches. My frustration isn’t limited to my cell phone. No, it can be induced by the microwave, computer screen, or any of our three stainless-steel appliances. Those smudges take away the beauty of the object. Am I right?

Don’t worry, I’m not overly obsessive (I think). I can handle a fingerprint or two. I just can’t stand it when it looks as though something has been constantly handled – layer upon layer of fingerprints. When use is frequent enough, you can no longer see the object behind the smudges – only the dull splotches.

Yet, as my thoughts reflect on God this morning, I find that for my personal life, I WANT smudges. In fact, I want to be smudged-up!

Smudges are evidence of God’s work in us.

Visible smudges mean something has been touched. The more smudges present, the more it has been gripped, poked, pushed, and – well, you get the idea. You see, “we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Ephesians 2:10). For a masterpiece to be molded – for it to be prepared for good works –  it must be touched – repeatedly. Each touch leaves its mark. Over time, the layers build, creating huge splotches.

The beauty is in the smudges, not the object on which they reside.

Is there anything more beautiful than God’s work in someone’s life? When I hear people’s stories and see where God has touched and molded their life, I pause in awe of His handiwork. It’s beauty that will last for eternity.

While I diligently wipe away fingerprints from my physical surroundings, I want every single smudge from God’s work in my life to be visible to others. I want layer upon layer until He is the only thing visible. His work. His touch.

Oh, Lord, I pray that they see You in me!

How about you? Want to get smudged-up?

Song Share: Let them See You in Me, by Colton Dixon


Pause, rest, slow down

*Pause* – oh, what a great word – pause. For days, I’ve heard its whispers calling me – enticing me come closer. Yet, it seemed out of reach. Each time I reached towards its embrace, my fingers fell short of the button as my circumstances won the battle for my attention. Oh, that I could resist the pull of the urgent and push that button. Continue reading “Pause”


secret, secret to success, This week’s Five-Minute-Friday writing prompt is secret. What would you say if I told you I have a secret – for YOU?! One that makes life joyful – hopeful – filled with satisfaction? My timer is set for five minutes. So, here we go . . . Continue reading “Secret”


loyal, God is loyal, worship God aloneThis morning, I was meditating on how all creation worships God. The song, “So Will I” by Hillsong was playing in my mind. So, I asked my dog, Willie G, who was sitting next to me, “What do you do to worship God?” Continue reading “Loyalty”

The Blessing of Friends

friends, blessings

I felt their questioning stares in the depths of my soul. “Stop looking at me,” is what I wanted to shout, but that would have been rude. My mom taught me better, and I couldn’t disappoint her. After all, she may have heard me as she lay in her casket a short distance away. So I kept silent, wishing I could fade into my surroundings. The floor. Walls. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to be invisible. Continue reading “The Blessing of Friends”

My Hug-able Teddy Bear

As a child, I was afraid of my dad. Why? Two reasons. He had a temper, and he drank. Not a good combination. I can still picture his face; his color changing from his normal white, ruddy complexion to bright red. Veins would bulge on his forehead as he screamed at his intended target, which could be anyone from my mom, brother, sister, to an opponent on the race track. Continue reading “My Hug-able Teddy Bear”