By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The tender petals fall gentle.
    Soft colors,
    Mild pastels,
    In delicate form.
    Pink flamingo, swan white, in tender hue.
    A downy nest encircling a crystal fluted vase.
    The single petals stroked and placed within my hand.
    One by one ...
    Vulnerable softness.
    Tender beauty.
    The touch of grace.
    This is how I imagine grace to "feel" if it had to be tangibly described.
    The colors translated through softness.
    The appeal felt in the gentleness of touch.
    Something received,
    Immortally soft upon the soul.
    So beautiful.
    The soul that lies soft in the hand of God ...
    Shall feel such grace.
    Tender petals.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    In exposing more of ourselves to Jesus,
    He exposes more of Himself to us.
    This truth is what grinds to a halt every need for pretension, projection, and secret we might wish to keep.
    In the habitat of a lie, many secrets there lie, embedding the soul in darkness and unraveling the soul in more sin.
    The noose tightens,
    The stranglehold intensifies,
    And the choking of victim within ...
    Bears witness that death is its end.
    In the gathering folds of sin is the absence of mercy.
    They that observe lying vanities forsake their own mercy.
    Jonah 2:8
    It is to the detriment of the believer and the delight of the Accuser (Satan) that sin lies hidden in the "inner santuary."
     Scripture transcends and declares repetitively that until sin is addressed and confessed there can be no pardon or forgiveness.
    Scripture emphatically declares all encounters of sin to be brought into light where Christ might make right and set free.
    It is for liberation that Christ has set us free.
    "But all things that are reproved are made manifest by the light; for whatsoever doth make manifest is light."
    Ephesians 5:13
    The truth about sin is that it needs cleansing;
    The truth about cleansing is that it needs truthfulness about sin.
    And there is no other way.
    "He that covereth his sins shall not prosper; but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy."
    Proverbs 28:13
    God did not leave Adam and Eve to hide in their sin,
    But to relieve them and cover them upon its acknowledged effects.
    So far did He go, that even though He had done no wrong, He sought them out and provided a merciful and timely remedy to cover them.
    The situation of sin hasn't changed, dear reader.
    You and me are Adam and Eve with only a change of name.
    We must come to terms with our sin as they did,
     In order to receive forgiveness as they did.
    And we already know the end of this story;
    Christ has told us the blood shall prevail.
    The blood is not prejudice, bias, or partial.
    The blood is free and applicable to all.
    The universal remedy,
    The atonement and covering,
     For all mens' sins.
    "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God; being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus."
    Romans 3:23-24
     If you're afraid to confess sin and call it what it is;
    It's my promise and pledge to stand beside you and accompany you,
    As though it were my very own.
    You are most certainly not alone.
    It's with firm and growing belief that I recognize "sin" as our one true commonality and I recognize our Savior as our one true Unifier.
    What Christ has brought together let no man separate.
    Let all the redeemed shout,
    "To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He hath made us accepted in the Beloved."
    Ephesians 1:6


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    A thousand tears alone I've cried,
    Springs have flowed and springs have dried,
    Yet still the hollowed brook.
    A thousand hurts within my soul,
    A "hot so hot" it felt like cold.
    The tender soul,
    It shook.
    The fetal position and narrow movement of a soul experiencing shame.
    Withdrawn. Alienated. Alone.
    Rebuffed. Refused. Rejected.
    Kicked. Clubbed. Condemned.
    The repositioned pose of a soul situating itself to negative stimuli.
    Still smaller yet.
    Curved around no object but its knees.
    Head encircled by long limbs folded up over,
     Crossing over,
    Creating a shield.
     Situating itself for another sharp kick and an earnest blast.
    The confesser's soul needs punishing.
    A cuss, curse, and formidable word spoken soundly against it.
    Disdain. Disapproval.
    And a fleeting glimpse of the "sin haters," through the eyes of a "sinful thing's" soul.
    Severity unfolding like a tormenting dream,
    Like a nightmare delivering sordid realities.
    This human hell unrelenting.
    This place called ...
    The absence of mercy.
    Quiet. Silent. Strained.
    New feet in the room and the mood entire changes;
    The atmosphere charged and electrified by some silent force.
    And like the "parting of the Jordon" the path divides,
    With the "sin haters" all on one side.
    And the sides are uneven but just for a moment.
    Feet draw near to the "sinful soul."
    The body stoops,
    The knees bend,
    Tears fall.
    The shoulders of Jesus square,
    And the "sinful soul" is raised up on shoulders pure and fair,
    Above them all.
    And mercy brings near the outcast.
    And the whisper,
    "It's finished and done."
    The two are united as one.
    The hollowed brook,
    A hallowed brook now filled.
    "When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, He said,
    'It is finished,"
    And He bowed His head and gave up the ghost."
    John 19:30


  • NOW

    By: Darrelyn  L. Tutt

    At the close of our weekly "Networking" meetings,
    A single repetitive statement concludes our time together in a most compelling and interesting sort of way.
    It's both brief and exacting;
    Profound and worth extracting in it's wisdom:
    Next week's meeting begins right NOW.
    Yep ... that's it.
    All of six words.
    I suppose the reader to be as dimly excited by the thought as I was the first time and, I'm quite sure if it wasn't for the weekly regularity of hearing it, I most certainly would have dismissed it and forgotten it myself.
    However, it's regularity and familiarity has caused the empowerment of it to burrow it's way into me and be finally understood and appreciated by me.
    And now I find myself meditating on it continually.
    I have applied it and found it appropriate and in accordance with the scripture and I encourage the reader to do the same.
    I'd like to begin this day reminding "you" that the next 24 hours begins ...
    What you did with the "last" is already in the past and a new blessed moment now emerges.
    Take advantage of it, dear reader, and be different in it.
    Every day is a new day,
    And every moment is charged with the potential for experiencing the electrifying power of God.
    Seize the moment.
    Take captive your thoughts.
    Begin ... NOW.
    "I have set the Lord always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be moved."
    Psalm 16:8

    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    What's in a name?
    I think a very great deal.
    Sometimes God whispers sweet and emphatic assurances of His presence in our midst.
    How He does it,
    When He does it,
    And why He does it ... I do not know.
    But that He does it is a tender, timely kindness and providence.
    His signature lies emphatically upon each of our lives as we give ourselves over to Him.
    Consider such a curious simple thing as "my" name:
    My name is special for many reasons and on many fronts from my birth:
    Inside of my name is housed the key to success.
    Look carefully and see if you can find the word "RELY."
    Put a mental box around it.
    Look carefully once more and note the "EL" in the midst of RELY:
    Hebrew terminology for a deity or god.
    When enlisted by the Almighty God,
    El is capitalized, captured, and highlighted with God's holy name:
    El Shaddai
    El Roi
    The success of any individual is granted and garnered by a fixed and resolute reliance upon God.
    The testimony of God is thus bore and wore through my unusual and providential name, and in the midst of such name lies the key to success:
    Reliance upon God.
    God is in my midst and shall not fail.
    Men may stand against ... yet God prevail.
    The blessed Redeemer of my soul and yours lies safe in the keeping of the Lord.
    To God be praise from now until eternity.
    You must answer the question:
    What do "you" deem as the key to success and who's in the midst of your frame and your name?
    "Let all those that seek Thee rejoice and be glad in Thee; Let such as love Thy salvation say continually, The Lord be magnified. But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me; Thou art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God."

    Psalm 40:16-17
    Now see again.
    Look at the next passage and its blessed match-up:
    "Let all those that seek Thee rejoice and be glad in Thee; and let such as love Thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified. But I am poor and needy; make haste unto me, O God, Thou art my help and my deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying."
    Psalm 70:3-5

    Some truths are simply worth repeating.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The skies above are a bruised blue;
    A deep shade of dark melancholy.
    Unapologetically, descending upon me,
    Seeping into me,
    This canopy of blue.
    The skies;
    They tell and foretell:
    Some days so gentle,
    And others so cruel.
    Vividly etched,
    Variations of blue,
     Strewn on a canvas unending.
    Uncertain one moment,
    Then certain the next.
    Settled one moment,
    And stormy the next.
    The message in blues,
    Ever changing.
    Swollen and bruised,
    Slowly fading ...
    The deepest loneliest blue;
    I've felt it and so have you.
    And in this way the canopy arches and spreads over us,
    Whispering a wind-swept remembrance between us.
    The sounds can be heard in the blue,
     The silence gathering,
    The calm overshadowing ...
    A comfort,
    The knowledge of you.
    One never forgets the blueness of season,
    "There's always a reason,"
    You said.
    Deep shades of blue ...


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Sometimes we arrive in a place we don’t belong.
    Instead of wondering how we got there … we need to invest our time and energy in forging ahead to where we need to be.
    Here are three key strategies for progress:
    1) Implement a Bible reading plan.
    If you’ve never had one or don’t know where to begin, go to www.BibleGateway.com and choose an option that will carry you through the upcoming year. If you miss a day, let it go, and begin anew on “that” day’s reading. Many people fail at attempts to read through God’s word because they miss a day, week, or month, and then start all over again with a “stop” at the same old place because the reading was found to be disagreeable or difficult to digest.
    Your success begins when you pick up on “today’s” reading regardless of the time lapse and chapters lost in between.
    Believe me … it’s an effective and wise strategy!
    To those of you who are already implementing a Bible reading plan; get out of your comfort zone and try a new one that challenges you deeper and fosters healthy growth.
    God’s word is the most life-changing, mind-changing, heart-arranging plan for growth that exists. Steep in it and saturate your mind and soul in it daily and things will begin to change in your life.
    It’ll happen because God says so.
    2) Pray.
    If you’re not used to accessing your knees I urge you to try it. There’s something about a bent posture that conditions the soul to recognizing God’s grace in a different way.
    Begin prayer with an extolling of who He is and assert the basic realities of who you are. Take care of the sin that’s impairing your soul and get on track in your communion with Christ.
    Bend your knees and pray;
    It will change you.
    3) Rub shoulders with individuals (utilize books,) and participate in activities that foster growth in your walk with Christ.
    Be intentional about who you spend time with and where your time is going. Evaluate and assess where you will end up if you keep up your present pursuits.
    Make appropriate changes and do what you have to do to get in sync with the Lord.
    Change leads to growth.
    Shut off Facebook and text messaging for just one hour, replace it with God’s word, and see if you don’t note a decided difference in how you think, feel, and live.
    Move toward the place you were meant to be.
    Begin now.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    -A black and white beautiful badger.
    -A fluffy fox pup curled up by the side of the road.
    -A bright and brilliant red cardinal in my backyard.
    -A trio of delicate deer within five feet.
    -A woodchuck seated on the sidewalk.
    These five "sightings" in five days were mine.
    I should absolutely say so.
    Each one appeared in broad daylight, in the middle of the day, where they did not belong.
    Each one spoke to me of the glory of God.
    The "sightings" were God ordained and delightful to His child,
    And of Him I shall only record my praise.
    The originality and resourceful ability by which God has chosen to reveal Himself to me heightens, encourages, and implores me to press into prayer to an intensely higher degree.
    You must see with me and know with me, dear reader, that each of these "sightings" was a direct manifestation, visible token, and "answer" to a prayer I had prayed.
    While the prayer remains private,
    The precise ordaining and timing of these moments with these creatures was absolutely wondrous.
    What a beautiful holy wonder,
    My creative Father.
    My husband made the interesting observation that he believes I witness "more" of God because I ask more from God and I look for more from God continually.
    Hmmm ...
    Whether this is true or not I cannot say, for I believe that each of us has a unique and distinct communion with God that bears originality and a decided "differentness."
    I only implore that you pray to God in a playful manner that asserts and suggests more than wants, whims, and mundane "typical" requests heard from typical pew sitters and church-goers on a Sunday morning.
    Make it your goal to not sound like the voice beside you and around you.
    Pour forth praise to God from a soul decidedly different than all the rest and expose yourself to a God who wants to "undo" you with fresh discoveries.
    Don't settle for a weak version or a dim visibility of God.
    Go after Him,
    Fall in love with Him,
    Rediscover Him.



    A story retold:
    A little boy was visiting his grandparents on their farm and was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced for a long while but couldn’t hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Impulsively, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked, grieved, and scared.
    In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching. Sally had witnessed the whole thing but she said nothing. 
    After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.” 
    But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny kindly told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.”
    Then she whispered to him,
    Remember the duck?
    So Johnny did the dishes.
    Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.” 
    “Well that’s alright, Grandma, because Johnny told me he wanted to help you,” spoke smug little Sally. Then she whispered to him,
     Remember the duck?
    So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed behind to help.
    After several long days of doing both his chores and Sally’s … Johnny had finally had enough and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma in tears and confessed to his killing of the duck. Grandma knelt down and held Johnny tight a long while and whispered,
    “Sweetheart, I know, I saw the whole thing happen from the window. I was just wondering how long you’d let Sally make a slave of you. You’re forgiven and I love you.”
    Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done, that the devil keeps throwing up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, anger, bad habits, etc.,) you need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing.
    He has seen your whole life and He wants you to know that He loves you and you’re forgiven.
    Don’t let the devil make a slave of you;
    Don’t let him use the duck.
    Come clean, confess, and experience the compassion God longs to give you.
    “My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ, the righteous, and He Himself is the propitiation for our sins; and not for ours only, but also for those of the whole world.”
    1 John 2:1-2


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Twice in a week an incident most unfortunate has occurred,
    Right outside my client's living room window.
    Sit beside me and "see" with me:
    A large bay window is the lens which my client looks daily through from her Lazy Boy, worn, blue rocking chair. Featured outside of the window, maybe six feet away, is a tender, budding rosebush almost ready to burst.
    Situated directly beside the rosebush is a bird-bath;
    Situated above the birdbath is a hanging finch feeder generally composed of thistle seed and mouth-watering finch seed.
    Mmmm ....
    The little yellow finches congregate in friendly groups throughout the day around the feeder providing color and company to my client's aging eyes.
    The largest group gathering to date includes seven little finches at the feeder all at once, but generally the numbers agree to three or four.
    Beginning on early Monday, my client heard the glass rattle soundly on the bay, as a bird plowed forcefully into the window.
    Because I was tending to other tasks, the matter was not made known to me until noon.
    Upon learning of the bird, I ran outdoors only to find a lovely little finch laying dead and breathless beneath the shadow of the bay.
    I picked her up and refuse to tell the reader the life and prayer with which I tried to sustain her, but unfortunately to no avail.
    Placed beneath a beautiful green Evergreen, she gave up her weary wing flight and lay quiet.
    Bugger and blast.
    What a keen disappointment to both my client and me.
    Thursday morning, strangely, the same thing occurred but this time the glass rattled so soundly that I heard it myself.
    Responding immediately to the grave danger of an unknown bird, I raced outside only to discover a second little yellow finch laid low beneath the bay, yet again.
    Reaching out to gather the little lifeless form,
    I was surprised when the expected response was not the expected response.
    With resilience and bold fortitude, her wings sprang to life and my presence must have given her a living heart-attack which catapulted her into the lovely yellow rose bushes some distance away.
    I talked to God about these little "finch" matters and wondered at the same experience "experienced" by two little finches resulting in two different outcomes.
    Both experienced a "bird bash."
    Both experienced different outcomes.
    One died and another lived.
    Hmmm ...
    Throughout our lives the little finch scenario reveals itself.
    We have all experienced a "bird bash" of some sort and experientially understand what the sound of a "bird bash" sounds like.
    -We get to choose to respond, or not, to the sound of another bird hitting the window.
    -We get to choose to pretend, or not pretend, that a bird lies fallen, weak, and hurt, outside the bay.
    -We get to choose what kind of people we are when windows are hit and vulnerability lies exposed outside our "bay."
    More and more this reality, composed of revelations, is provoking to me.
    It is the story of the good Samaritan reenacted.
    Luke 10:25-37
    Read and reflect on it.
    Our responses are indicative of God at work in our lives or God not at work in our lives. Our responses are our display of who we believe God is and who we believe God is not.
    Lord, teach us by how You reach us ...
    How to love You and how to love others more effectively.
    Keep the little finch alive ...
    And help me to be sensitive in how I respond to a living "bird bash."

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