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Every person has these – a spot. They may be a spot, see a spot, have a spot or get a spot. Life evolves with them; ooh, dirty word, evolution, but life does change and so do our spots.

When conceived we are smaller than the top of a pin head and we look like a spot.

As we grow, we look like a lot of spots hanging out together in a round thing that looks like a spot.

Perhaps one day that mother wakes up and finds a spot of blood she wasn’t expecting. Could be nothing. Could be the beginning of the end.

If not the end, those spots grow into shapes and the mother gains one large spot hanging out in front (temporarily at least); and then, in a moment of time (a spot) you are now outside the womb. Her spots are gone, yours have morphed into a person and your becoming your own person.

Bear with me, I do have a point with all this. You grow, play outside, find brown spots on your face and nose, freckles! They tell a story of your life! You love to play outside. They help you remember those fun times. Teachers have you read books like “Time for Bed Spot” and “Spot’s Tummy Time”, the spot a dog, but still a warm memory you will always look back on.

As you grow, you win or lose spots on teams or in organizations. Maybe with schools or places of employment. You win or lose in love, that spot or moment in time you that you had it. Obviously I can go on. But then, there are the other spots. The black spots. The spots that shouldn’t be there, at least as far as we people are concerned.

The spot in your life when you realized you couldn’t pay your mortgage and you lost your house and had to change your lifestyle.

The spot in your life when you found drugs, alcohol or pornography in you child’s room and knew you had to address it.

The spot on your spouses shirt you did not understand and knew you could not wash away until the explained the late night and where it came from.

Those spots you so loved when you were younger, well, the doctor just told you one or two have become cancerous and require surgery. The moment with the doctor changing some of your sweetest memories.

The spot found when returning for a wellness check after beating cancer, once or twice or even three times, and being told it needed to be checked into.

The spot in your life when you realized you were mortal and you would die one day and maybe, just maybe, you hadn’t gotten life just right.

Newsflash – Everything is a spot:

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.        Ecc 3:1-8 (HCSB)

The time between spots for us may seem like an eternity; but God, our ABBA, has been here since before (mans) time existed and will continue after. It is not the spots in our lives that matter, but what you do with those spots.

Lord, do not withhold Your compassion from me;
     Your constant love and truth will always guard me.
For troubles without number have surrounded me;
     my sins have overtaken me; I am unable to see.
They are more than the hairs of my head,
     and my courage leaves me.
Lord, be pleased to deliver me;
     hurry to help me, Lord.     Psalm 40:11-13 (HCSB)

Sometimes, like now for me, your life becomes full of spots. Family members with spots that won’t go away or keep coming back. A Sister-in-Christ fighting those pesky freckle spots while other sisters are fighting other spots. It seems from my perch, every person has their own spot that is touched by so many other spots, a.k.a. Network, yet we don’t or won’t take the time or energy to reach to them, to call them be name. Take the time today to take a knee and call them out by name to God and lift them up. Don’t worry how long it will take. That spot of time will disappear in a flash.

However, if my people, who are called by my name,
    will humble themselves,
    pray, search for me, and turn from their evil ways,
        then I will hear their prayer from heaven, forgive their sins,
    and heal their country.
       My eyes will be open, and my ears
            will pay attention to those prayers at this place. 2 Chron 7:14-15 (GW)

Be blessed today, be filled with hope.


After a time of rest, it's time to resurrect this blog with a light on prayer and building our own personal prayer garden. A woman of faith, I want to share my personal insights into God and the Gospel in the hopes that these touch another heart, encouraging them to come to Christ.

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