Taylor’s Time

Glad to have you back!

Taylor’s back, and this time she’s got something a little bit different. I won’t spoil the surprise, but it’s a different perspective on a familiar story is all I’ll say.

The usual disclaimer: this is a work in progress, which means it’s not perfect and it’s still subject to revision. What you see here is not necessarily what you’re going to see when it’s all said and done!

In the meantime, here’s a little music she recommended for you:

Raising God


“They have no more wine.” I said, placing a hand on my son’s shoulder.

Yeshua broke away from conversation with His students, stood from His chair and took me aside.

“Dear woman,” He began with a chuckle. “What has this to do with me?”

I looked at Him, confused by His question. He placed a hand to my arm and exhaled as if He was indignant.

“My hour has not yet come.”

His voice was firm, but His manner was gentle as it always was with me. His patience was extraordinary, but His kindness was even more so. I was not about to let His true nature go unnoticed.

I moved away from Him, and walked briskly to two of the servants. Gesturing to Him, I said,

“Whatever He tells you, do it.”

Walking back to my seat, I half expected Yeshua