Flight of The Gypsy Bird

    If you've been around kids...or at least MY kids...for more than a minute...escpecially siblings..you cant help but notice the competition for attention, snacks, game time, toys, EVERYTHING. They are jealous OF each other and FOR each other. Somebody wants what somebady else has because its better than what they already have...   Can I get a witness??    The other day I had had JUST about enough.   I mean...   Like...Fo realz.    If you're a parent...you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.   That moment when you look at your kid(s) and you mentally calculate how much timne you would get for pinching their little heads off...and you KNOW you've had it when, after your calculations, you decide that getting locked up would be a vacation, lol!    It was one of those days for this momma. No amount of singing, praying, or 'hiding' in their Creator (to whom, at that moment in time, I was considering...

    I've been thinking alot about the spirit of adoption lately. Heidi Baker COMPLETELY messed me up with a message she spoke about it. Never heard it that way before...then...   I was standing infront of my bathroom mirror yesterday morning and I was thinking about the 'church' as a whole.   About how easily offended 'she' is and how UBERLY cautious one must be not to offend 'her'.   I was frustrated and thought about how Jesus didn't mind offending the 'churchified'...so why is it that today as His followers we are more ok with loving said 'church' and offending the world than loving the world and offending the 'church'...like Jesus did?   I understand that that last statement messes with some of your theology.   That's okay.   It's my opinion and     I'm not concerned with theology.     Anywho, my mind was all over the place and it finally settled on this question:...

Well hello, there!!! Been a minute, right?? I'll explain later...in another blog, but for now, I'm in a HUGE rush BECAUSE I'm supposed to be CLEANING, Abba...Yes. Yes, I'm talking to You...but You told me that I had to stop everything and do this for my friend. SO! If You dont mind, it would be nice for you to pull a time stop like you did for Joshua...No. I'm not fighting a battle that needs daylight, BUT I am preparing my house to be invaded by teenagers tonight...I think that merits a time stop. No? Oh well. It was worth a try, lol. See what had HAPPEN was, Wednesday night at church a special Levite friend of mine made a statement that pulled on His heart and Abba had something to say to my friend. But it was SO loud in the room and I was SO drunk(fasting and a HUGE dose of His love tends to do that to one), that I couldnt hear Him clearly...it was all fuzzy... I mean I heard Him say "Ask" but there was more that I could QUITE get and I mad...

I was replying to a facebook message from a friend about a song I sang this past Sunday. Suddenly I was preaching in my message. Sorry, Amy, haha. You caught the brunt of my spiritual tourettes (no disrespect intended to those who are overcoming this disorder). But right smack dab in the middle of a sentence I saw a water spigot.  It was barely open and trickling down. Then I saw the ground immediately around it and it was watered, but before the life giving water could reach the rest of the thirsty earth farther away, it was sucked up by the ground closest to the spigot. The brutal sun was bearing down and the dry ground was crying out for refreshing and any droplet, that just happened to find its way to a parched blade of grass was evaporated by the intensity of the suns rays. Then I saw the same spigot open full blast! Water was spraying EVERYWHERE! Making a mess. Completely drenching the ground nearest to it... Infact at times that ground appeare...

Malachi was wandered into the kids bathroom while I was brushing Nacho's hair yesterday morning and asked a strange question. "Um...um..who put dat dere..?" He pointed toward the sink. I tried to follow his line of vision and asked, "The sink...?" He shook his little head emphatically and pointed again. "No. Dat light(right) dere." I squatted and tried to see what he could possibly be talking about, lol. He saw me trying to understand and he clarified, "That light(right) dere that I see you..." I pointed to the mirror, "You mean the mirror?" He nodded, big, brown, inquisistive eyes wide. I picked the brush back up and started combing tangles out of Nacho's bedhead(with not too little squealing and whining, I might add..I threatened to shave his head like daddy's and he quited down substantially) "The builder did, baby." He thought about it a minute, "Why he do dat?" "Hmm...we...

Yesterday, our Bishop pounded us with a deep word. Because he stirs up deep wells. He spends time swimming in the deep places of the Spirit where most are too intimidated to go. It was about the keys to the kingdom. He talked about: Treasures in earthen vessels. Treasures in us. That hidden in these fleshy prisons we call bodies, are keys that unlock each other's potentials...(sound familiar?? haha!) That being said, I was driving the hoarde to school yesterday morning and I was praying over them.  No, I wasn't quietly praying in my spirit. I was PRAYING, lol...like I do every morning... Speaking to the callings that each one of them have on their lives. Covering them. Believing in them OUTLOUD where they could hear me tell Daddy how powerful and anointed they are. Thanking Him that His favor rests on each of them and that their schools are LUCKY to have them enrolled there because they are kings and a queen and have access to things that few othe...

Hypothetically...or Literally... At what cost am I willing to seek His face? At what cost am I willing to be obedient? At what cost am I willing to maintain a right relationship with Him? At what cost am I willing to follow biblical principle? At what cost will I let not even a  hint of falsehood be a part of my life or speech? At what cost am I willing to decide that no matter what anyone says to me, thinks about me, or does, that I will stubbornly honor those in leadership over me? At what cost am I willing to support when I dont understand the method or the direction? At what cost am I willing to love unconditionally in the face of a hoarde of flaming arrows? At what cost am I willing to press on no matter who comes with me? At what cost am I willing to 'be' and not just 'do'? At what cost am I willing to rebuke offense and embrace grace? At what cost am I willing to curb my flesh when it raises it's ugly head? At what cost am I will...

Had a "lightbulb" moment Sunday morning. You know, the 'Holy Crap! I never even THOUGHT about THAT!' moment. Yeah. Pretty much wrecked me. SO! I thought I would share it with all my peeps...eventually. HA! Lemme JUST say, before I get started that this whole Rock Mom life I lead is ridiculous sometimes. Between being a Daughter, a wife, a mom, a vocalist, a guitarist, a keyboardist, and a songwriter, and all the practices and coordinating that goes along with that...there's not much time for a blog, so I apologize if I dont post as often as some would like....as much as I would like. I mean, I know my ramblings are IMMENSELY important to ALL of you...hahahaha. Ahem... ANYWHO! We were on the way to our 'House' and we were flipping stations TRYING to find some decent Christian music...and by decent I dont mean to imply that its indecent or that I think it is... Those of you who know me, know that I'm kind of a worship snob. If it do...

God showed me something last night in Youth...    I saw Moses and the elders around the mountain.     Moses went up but God said the elders were to stay behind.   Then Pastor Keith started talking about Moses and Joshua going up the mountain into the the cloud and I kept hearing, "They are the ones...they are the ones...they are the ones..." over and over...   I felt like a babbling idiot because all I co uld seem to say was, "You are the ones...If not you, then where will we be...we need you...we need your anointings...you are the ones...you are the ones"   I had this overwhelming urgency that they(this younger generation) must ascend...they must ascend...they MUST ascend...   Then as PK was speaking, I heard the Uncreated One say, "They will go father than you will ever go."   I was so excited!! Then, quite honestly, so disappointed and kinda hurt because...well...I'm selfish with Him. ...

My Abba showed me something about myself today. Went today to get the epic ink that has been haunting my dreams for..like...EVERRRRRrrrr..errrr....errrrrr....so yeah. I've been so PUMPED since Mother's Day when my baby told me that he was going to let me have it. Circumstances being what they have...ahem...(the idiocy of spray on SPF and Lake Tobesofkee for the ENTIRE day...erm yeah...not fun times in the world of Nicki) I've had to postpone the awesomeness. Well, thanks to Kristan (the worlds MOST amazingUH babysitter) Shane and I took off to Ink Wizzard this morning. Last night, I was stoked....like COMPLETELY. This morning? A bit nervous...I mean, it's been like 7 years since my last tat...and it was a tramp-stamp...this sick art was huge compared to that. I got to thinking about my ideas and what Daddy and I had talked about concerning this. So I asked Him: "Do I really want to do this?" He didn't answer...which is so uber frustrating to ...

So this is Ernie's Trail in Wyomia Tyus Park. Shane and I were walking thru these amazing nature trails and we came across a cute little bridge (not ^this one^). We stopped for a sec and looked over the rails at the multitude of moss covered rocks and pebbles beneath us. The water tickled over them invitingly, as if saying,"Come explore!" Instantly, we were both transported back to our childhoods and the adventures we would have in creeks just like this one. Shane laughed and said, "Oh, wow! I remember when I was a kid, how I would spen HOURS down in there climbing all over, turning over rocks and..." "..And looking for salamanders and crawdads and getting soaking wet!" I finished his sentence and we both laughed and reminisced about all the things we would do in creeks like this one. Then, he said something that kinda hurt my heart a little... He looked over the edge of the bridge again and said, "You know, I probably wouldn...