Stories By Tabbi Jo

06/14/2026

Psalm 93:4 – “Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea—the Lord on high is mighty.”

*Pictured, my little sis all grown up

06/07/2026

Psalm 91:4 “He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”

06/01/2026

05/07/2026

Raspy scraping of the Ibis wings harkens in her dagger-whet appetite. The wetlands' resourcefulness nurtures the thriving visitors. Many will take flight from these spongy runways. A watchful weeping willow protects the bountiful marsh. Not much happens here, and yet everything happens here amidst the bustling commerce of the fowl. Plump turtle eggs cushioned in the wet sand will usher in new life. A decaying cedar soaks up the sordid stories of the past. Debris from the forest floor is plucked from the hair of the one spreading ink where there is only the flora and fauna of the forest.

I want to untether my fleshly shell and join them in their endeavor of simplicity; they do not come to their Creator with the complicated curse of sin… and yet the vulture of death reminds me, this earthy kingdom still suffers from the darkness, its blackened wings contrasting the carefree swallow-tailed gypsy. She reminds me of something I can’t quite put a finger on, so I push my pen, hoping the words will come. My spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak. Her carefree flight is how I wish to approach Our Creator as a child timidly reaches for her colorful flight, so too do I reach for a Father who left His fingerprint as a love letter written on the comings and goings of the marsh.

04/19/2026

A woman. An image bearer of her Heavenly Father. A graceful marriage of flesh and bone beautified. You are made of poetic strength and gentle stamina. You are beautiful. You are loved. You are chosen. The very fibers of your femininity point the World to your Abba. In other words, because of Him... You are the perfect storm. A threat to the Prince of Darkness. He will stop at nothing to attack you with his strategically tailored arsenal of lies. For you; dear sister... This. Means. War. Women who pray together: dangerous! Women who read God's Word together: dangerous! Women who bear one another's burdens and spur one another on: dangerous! The enemy of your soul will stop at nothing. Maybe you were shackled in religion, clothed in shame, or letting the world tell you who you should be? Sister! You have been lied to. Use scripture to combat the fiery arrows from the Devil. Be open. Be honest. Be vulnerable. What you keep to yourself will only isolate you more, until you believe your struggles are yours and yours alone. You are loved. You are beautiful. You are chosen. Never forget. There is NOTHING that can separate you from your Savior. The worst things you have done and the sins you have committed, Jesus watched on. He stood nearby, not with a condemning fist or judgment in His eyes. No. His arms were open wide. "Daughter." He welcomes you. He welcomes me. He welcomes us. Your worship in the waves is a testament to His love. The salty hair, the thrill of the surf, the ability to laugh at yourself when you failed to catch a wave. You are bringing glory to Him. All of this is a love story to the One who chose us, not because of what we did, but because of what Jesus has already done. Your board. Your beauty. Your strength all point to the One who calls YOU by name. Because of Him, we have the water, we have the waves, we have a woman.

03/16/2026

The early bird gets the worm? How about.... The early bird gets pictures of the early bird watching the sunrise.

03/15/2026

Basking in the sun with this lil fella

02/20/2026