It Starts Small

Author: Kimberlee Smith

  • What you can hand can’t see.

    I pondered over imagination for a few days. I had heard some verses that said the heart of men is evil and their imagination were equally wicked. (Jeremiah 17:9-10, Genesis 6:5) I knew that what I created I my mind was an imagination. It was my heart in a way…

  • Is any of it real?

    I hope you all watched the video from my last post. It was the sermon preached at church. I bought the book that Pastor Joel has written. I suggest everyone read it, even if you’re not afflicted by fear. There’s so much we could write and talk about. Fully You:…

  • Touching Fear

    Touching that cloud was like touching a hot stove. I instantly withdrew my hand and shook myself from that place. I knew what I felt. Fear. I have an irrational fear of snakes. In my mind I’m convinced every time I go to my dad’s house they purposely seek me…

  • A little too needy

    I started to wake up with an excitement in me. I was excited to get out in the porch in the dark. To sit and pray. Talk with my God. Share my heart with him and open his Word. I was excited to discover how to just be me that…

  • Winner-Winner Chicken-Dinner

    It was a few days before I had returned to this concept of pride I wasn’t understanding. I loved my sister’s place! She has a back patio that was made perfect for me to sit for hours and ponder, paw over God’s word, and pray. It was shady and she…

  • Hey You!

    I’ve always been a early riser. I can’t explain why. My internal alarm clock is perpetually set between 4:30 and 5:00a.m. I am not a night owl. It gets to be later in the evening and I just shut down. I awoke, early as usual, and took a shower. I…

  • What is love?

    I woke up with a gloom in my heart. Perhaps it was because the weather was gloomy. It was pouring rain outside. I felt a massive amount of anxiety. I was restless. I felt like I had a counter full of ingredients, except the ingredients didn’t have labels. I had…

  • What is possible?

    The first day of driving was pretty uneventful. I just listened to praise and worship music and prayed fragmented prayers. My heart was missing home. I was worried about our newest additions to the farm. Where they getting taken care of? I worried about my husband. I worried about my…

  • Gasoline and Fire.

    Sounds like a good time? I was sitting in a quiet place. I had read several times that we need to not only ask God for things. We needed to give space in our quiet time to allow him to speak to us. If you all could be a fly…

  • Love. Grace. Mercy.

    The days following are somewhat of a blur. I got to my friend and sister in Christ’s house. I was relieved to not have to sit I the truck for hours on end, starring ahead wishing the road would come to an end. Life must still go on, and as…