This evening as we gathered to sing a friend from Zambia along with her mother sang a special song. They sang it in their people's tongue. The song was Come tho Fount (a fav) but it sounded different (very different). I've sung with this friend before but her singing hadn't stuck out to me like it did tonight, tonight I could hear so many levels of joy and love.
....
It reminded me of when we actually truly do, love, act, speak the way we (me or you) are meant too (not a bunch of well behaved clones but a bunch of people who are responding to this crazy love of God's) . How when someone is truly alive (jn10:10) it is like going from black and white to technicolor.... black n white is fine... but Toto we're not suppose to be in Kansas anymore.
Why do we try so very hard to be like others... we end up like nobody... but what is worse nobody is us... the real us that is meant to be LIVED.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A story, a story about Jesus and his crazy love for us.
If you're looking for a children's Bible try "the Jesus Storybook Bible" it has 
colorful pictures and doesn't speak down to children but in a way they can understand, and importantly it's correct, it tells the truth. Sometimes when telling stories from the Bible to children we have trouble articulating the main points or feel like the edges should be softened (skip the stories of doubt & focus on love). This children's Bible does a good job of telling God's story of loving us and coming to save us, because we need saving.
colorful pictures and doesn't speak down to children but in a way they can understand, and importantly it's correct, it tells the truth. Sometimes when telling stories from the Bible to children we have trouble articulating the main points or feel like the edges should be softened (skip the stories of doubt & focus on love). This children's Bible does a good job of telling God's story of loving us and coming to save us, because we need saving.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Better then a fairy godmother (Prayer Summit part VI)
I should be crawling into bed, or looking over the Bible study notes again, but really I just want to take a moment to remember.
Remember the room full of women who prayed together. Who wanted to give gifts to each other, who wanted to give God's gifts to each other, who wanted to give the life of God (their Father) to each other. We prayed life into families, ministries, marriages, and one another.
We had been spending the days before this listening and praying only what God wanted (led, whispered) us to pray, this time wasn't a time of pulling out a wish list and the women saying Amen to it, but rather we'd share a longing, dream, hope or sorrow and we would listen and
respond. So many blessings were spoken over people, words of life and encouragement given. At one point I thought 'Poor Aurora she only had 3 fairy godmothers, and here I am be wrapped in blessings by 34 women who are listening to the Father.'
:) :) It's good to remember.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
(summit part V) steward |ˈst(y)oōərd| noun.• a person responsible for...
Stewardship.
What have I been given to steward?
Made up of the words; stig (house) and weard (ward)
What house have I been given to look after?
Who (or whom) have I been given to look after?
Remember they are some one else'. Look after them like he would want me to.
Look after them like he designed me too.
Look after them with the heart that comes from him.
Don't give up.
Care for well.
There is such freedom in being given permission to love.
What have I been given to steward?
Made up of the words; stig (house) and weard (ward)
What house have I been given to look after?
Who (or whom) have I been given to look after?
Remember they are some one else'. Look after them like he would want me to.
Look after them like he designed me too.
Look after them with the heart that comes from him.
Don't give up.
Care for well.
There is such freedom in being given permission to love.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
"Glory" Prayer Summit part IV
| Definition | |||
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| Translated Words | |||
| KJV (200) - glorious, 10; gloriously, 1; glory, 156; honour, 32; honourable, 1; NAS (202) - bosom, 1; glorious, 9; glory, 147; honor, 33; honorable, 1; honored, 1; riches, 1; soul, 2; splendid, 2; splendor, 2; wealth, 3; You have glory I've taken the gifts You've given me and twisted A month of regretting and hoping for another chance Wanting others to see You Feeling apart from others Feeling color fade Wanting to be near You Wanting to be wrapped up by You You heard my pleas You wrapped me in Your cloak of glory, of life, of color. | |||
A song, one of many
THERE IS A HOPE
by Stuart Townend and Mark Edwards
Copyright (c) 2007 Thankyou Music.
There is a hope that burns within my heart,
That gives me strength for ev'ry passing day;
a glimpse of glory now revealed in meager part,
Yet drives all doubt away:
I stand in Christ, with sins forgiv'n;
and Christ in me, the hope of heav'n!
My highest calling and my deepest joy,
to make His will my home.
There is a hope that lifts my weary head,
A consolation strong against despair,
That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit,
I find the Savior there!
Through present sufferings, future's fear,
He whispers, "Courage!" in my ear.
For I am safe in everlasting arms,
And they will lead me home.
There is a hope that stands the test of time,
That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave,
To see the matchless beauty of a day divine
When I behold His face!
When sufferings cease and sorrows die,
and every longing satisfied,
then joy unspeakable will flood my soul,
For I am truly home.
by Stuart Townend and Mark Edwards
Copyright (c) 2007 Thankyou Music.
There is a hope that burns within my heart,
That gives me strength for ev'ry passing day;
a glimpse of glory now revealed in meager part,
Yet drives all doubt away:
I stand in Christ, with sins forgiv'n;
and Christ in me, the hope of heav'n!
My highest calling and my deepest joy,
to make His will my home.
There is a hope that lifts my weary head,
A consolation strong against despair,
That when the world has plunged me in its deepest pit,
I find the Savior there!
Through present sufferings, future's fear,
He whispers, "Courage!" in my ear.
For I am safe in everlasting arms,
And they will lead me home.
There is a hope that stands the test of time,
That lifts my eyes beyond the beckoning grave,
To see the matchless beauty of a day divine
When I behold His face!
When sufferings cease and sorrows die,
and every longing satisfied,
then joy unspeakable will flood my soul,
For I am truly home.
Friday, November 18, 2011
create |krēˈāt| verb [ trans. ] bring (something) into existence : he created, God is Creator (The last Friday journel & summit part III)
Over the last month (and then some) has been a time of rediscovery, rediscovering of my calling and who I am.
One thing that became clear is that I
have decided being creative publicly isn't worth the cost. Since I stopped creativity publicly, privately creativity has been quickly drying up, so much so to the point when someone asks me to create I can't even begin to think of what I would do. A lost feeling.
This past week at the summit there was an art table, to help us express what God had impressed upon our hearts. On Monday a picture came to mind as a way to describe what we were feeling. When I shared this mental image with a lady she asked if I was artistically talented at all. Honestly with a quiet "Yes" I answered. She pointed to the art table and asked me to try and show us what I saw. There at that moment I wanted to break down in tears and say no, ask me to do anything else but not drawing. I was slightly terrified.
I imagined no one could see me, picked up some charcoal and started. After that first picture was done it took all the guts I could muster to set it down on the sharing table.
It wasn't until I was finishing up drawing number 4 that I realized I was doing it again, I was creating. After wandering in the desert at last I could smell the cool air of the forest and hear the song bird's melody.
Dear God,
You create. You created me. You made me in your image. I'm sorry I hid from You, that I let the fear rule what I would do, even how I thought. Please take these hands back. Please fill my mind with dreams again.
One thing that became clear is that I
have decided being creative publicly isn't worth the cost. Since I stopped creativity publicly, privately creativity has been quickly drying up, so much so to the point when someone asks me to create I can't even begin to think of what I would do. A lost feeling.This past week at the summit there was an art table, to help us express what God had impressed upon our hearts. On Monday a picture came to mind as a way to describe what we were feeling. When I shared this mental image with a lady she asked if I was artistically talented at all. Honestly with a quiet "Yes" I answered. She pointed to the art table and asked me to try and show us what I saw. There at that moment I wanted to break down in tears and say no, ask me to do anything else but not drawing. I was slightly terrified.
I imagined no one could see me, picked up some charcoal and started. After that first picture was done it took all the guts I could muster to set it down on the sharing table.
It wasn't until I was finishing up drawing number 4 that I realized I was doing it again, I was creating. After wandering in the desert at last I could smell the cool air of the forest and hear the song bird's melody.
Dear God,
You create. You created me. You made me in your image. I'm sorry I hid from You, that I let the fear rule what I would do, even how I thought. Please take these hands back. Please fill my mind with dreams again.
Leaf (summit part II)
We were asked on Tuesday morning to read 2nd Corinthians 3,4 & 5 (to stop when we felt stopped) to see if there was something we needed to repent of (or exchange what was good for what is better) something individuality or on behalf us corporately.
I believe it was Providential that I wrote down the wrong passages, definitely wrote 4,5 & 6. Off I went to read and was stopped at 2nd Corinthians 4:8-12 eph on 10-12
We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 12 So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
So many of us know the death in our lives. We carry death in our own bodies, our muscles and joints are in pain, we have emotional scares on, are pressed beyond what we thought we could handle. We get overwhelmed and stop in our tracks, death was never meant to be.
But...
It speaks of the life of Jesus that is in those who have given up saving themselves and lean on him, Jesus. It confirms the suspicion that we are dying but also reminds us that Jesus life is showing through us, in us.
Life is already there.
When we regrouped to continue praying none of the prayers (remember listening) were simalur to what I had been given. They prayed about being clay pots that God's glory shinned through, but how hard it is being clay.
I waited.
I shared with one of the leaders. She didn't correct my reading or interpretation; instead, prayed for clarity, and stewardship.
I waited. (thought: how could I show whats on my heart?)
They prayed about glory and a veil. Still there was a longing of life that seemed unobtainable.
I waited. (started work on a leaf, one side is dead the other is very much alive. The death shows off the life. The leaf took a while to think of and fashion, all the while I longed for the women to know they already have the life, the life of Jesus, that they are longing for)
Then we sat down. There was a chair in the middle for someone to sit in who wanted prayer. They explaind the prayers were going to be different then those in past years, this was a chair of life, for those seeking life in the dark areas. Those who wanted anointing. For those who wanted to set aside the satcloth and ashes and be robed in God's glory.
The leaf was set aside, they had arrived.
I believe it was Providential that I wrote down the wrong passages, definitely wrote 4,5 & 6. Off I went to read and was stopped at 2nd Corinthians 4:8-12 eph on 10-12
We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. 11 For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. 12 So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
So many of us know the death in our lives. We carry death in our own bodies, our muscles and joints are in pain, we have emotional scares on, are pressed beyond what we thought we could handle. We get overwhelmed and stop in our tracks, death was never meant to be.
But...
It speaks of the life of Jesus that is in those who have given up saving themselves and lean on him, Jesus. It confirms the suspicion that we are dying but also reminds us that Jesus life is showing through us, in us.
Life is already there.
When we regrouped to continue praying none of the prayers (remember listening) were simalur to what I had been given. They prayed about being clay pots that God's glory shinned through, but how hard it is being clay.
I waited.
I shared with one of the leaders. She didn't correct my reading or interpretation; instead, prayed for clarity, and stewardship.
I waited. (thought: how could I show whats on my heart?)
They prayed about glory and a veil. Still there was a longing of life that seemed unobtainable.
I waited. (started work on a leaf, one side is dead the other is very much alive. The death shows off the life. The leaf took a while to think of and fashion, all the while I longed for the women to know they already have the life, the life of Jesus, that they are longing for)
Then we sat down. There was a chair in the middle for someone to sit in who wanted prayer. They explaind the prayers were going to be different then those in past years, this was a chair of life, for those seeking life in the dark areas. Those who wanted anointing. For those who wanted to set aside the satcloth and ashes and be robed in God's glory.
The leaf was set aside, they had arrived.
Breath...
Inhale words from God
Exhale speech to those around.
This last week I attended for the first time the NW Women in Ministry Prayer Summit. They have been happening for the last 20ish years. Not everyone there is in fulltime paid ministry but everyone there is committed to pouring all there life out to God as a living sacrifice.
We gathered in a beautiful prayer room, it had stations and an art table, there was a circle of 35 chairs.
it was explained that we must listen well, listen to what God was saying and listen to what the other women were praying. Asked God what he wanted you to say (offer) then listen to those around you to wait for the opportune moment to share, you might have to wait days to share.
The offerings of prayer might be; prayers how we normally think of them (talking pleading recognizing, claiming) talking with God, it might be a passage of scripture, a song, a work of art, a picture (or a scene) you see in your mind.
We would break for meals and rest time then regroup to continue praying, we might share what we heard from the last prayer time to help know where to start.
The women who lead us were very kind. I think of how sometimes when you are in the woods and listening hard for something, maybe a bird, and if you are still and set aside all the other noises (trees, bugs, water, your own panting) you can hear it you can follow it, that is some of what comes to mind when I think of them. Their eyes didn't see your face but into your soul and beyond it into the spiritual world surrounding it.
I think this is the end of the introduction, make sure to read the post that will follow.
Exhale speech to those around.
This last week I attended for the first time the NW Women in Ministry Prayer Summit. They have been happening for the last 20ish years. Not everyone there is in fulltime paid ministry but everyone there is committed to pouring all there life out to God as a living sacrifice.
We gathered in a beautiful prayer room, it had stations and an art table, there was a circle of 35 chairs.
it was explained that we must listen well, listen to what God was saying and listen to what the other women were praying. Asked God what he wanted you to say (offer) then listen to those around you to wait for the opportune moment to share, you might have to wait days to share.
The offerings of prayer might be; prayers how we normally think of them (talking pleading recognizing, claiming) talking with God, it might be a passage of scripture, a song, a work of art, a picture (or a scene) you see in your mind.
We would break for meals and rest time then regroup to continue praying, we might share what we heard from the last prayer time to help know where to start.
The women who lead us were very kind. I think of how sometimes when you are in the woods and listening hard for something, maybe a bird, and if you are still and set aside all the other noises (trees, bugs, water, your own panting) you can hear it you can follow it, that is some of what comes to mind when I think of them. Their eyes didn't see your face but into your soul and beyond it into the spiritual world surrounding it.
I think this is the end of the introduction, make sure to read the post that will follow.
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Have you ever hidden candy in your light up princess boots?
Dad recently restocked the candy jar on my desk....
(thank you Dad) I always wonder who eats the candy, during the week kids don't really come into the office and they defiantly don't come in on Sundays, yet without fail the candy jar runs out of candy.
..... tonight I made a new friend Mia, her older sister was setled into a small group with other kids her own age but Mia was 5 1/2, too young for any of the groups which means she was in my group. A group of 2. As we wandered the halls hand in hand checking on kids and pretending we were invisible we became friends. As we passed the office I remembered there was candy in the candy jar.... we snuck in and out of the office I was so very thankful for my dad and his foresight. Downstairs we found Anthony, another 5 year-old. He is a rather shy little man but his smile is one of the best, so no matter how shy he's being you have to try to trick a smile out of him. We did what all 5 year-olds love to do, we ran. Back and forth on one leg then another, this time skipping this time with our eyes closed, just running, just being 5, just enjoying the thrill of being fast. Afterwards we manged to get Anthony some candy.
There is no great ending to this story. it was just about candy and being with kids and the joys of candy, and really about joy that taste like candy.
Friday, October 28, 2011
2nd Friday of October
Here is the tone of life:
spent time getting lost in Pickwick Papers.
Laughed with the kids as we pretended to be animals.
Went on a walk with a good friend while talking about soul stuff.
Got to teach in the elementary age Sunday morning.
Had coffee with a dear friend, heard what God is doing in & with his life.
Had yummy soup!
Friend & I pretended we were in a mountain house, staring at the beautiful trees.
Listening to Dr. Peter Kreeft lecture on the "Language of Beauty".
Reminded of the sweetness of going to God with everything.
Contemplating the new song He is putting in my mouth.
Learning to let go...
spent time getting lost in Pickwick Papers.
Laughed with the kids as we pretended to be animals.
Went on a walk with a good friend while talking about soul stuff.
Got to teach in the elementary age Sunday morning.
Had coffee with a dear friend, heard what God is doing in & with his life.
Had yummy soup!
Friend & I pretended we were in a mountain house, staring at the beautiful trees.
Listening to Dr. Peter Kreeft lecture on the "Language of Beauty".
Reminded of the sweetness of going to God with everything.
Contemplating the new song He is putting in my mouth.
Learning to let go...
What then?
Recently I went to God with a tough subject, we talked about factors that went into it and possible outcomes. The underlining theme of where we ended up is that He is going to take care of me, I don't need to fear or fret or wonder, God who made me and cares for me, will be with me no matter the outcome.
And now, after times of forgetting it, I'm trying to cling to it. Cling to the promise that God will take care of me, that he is holding my heart. I'm trying to cling to Him. He says He wont every let go, but I don't want to forget and let Him go.
Friday, October 07, 2011
October, 1st Friday
(p.s)The month of October is a month or remembering, not remembering what has been (though that is good in it's place) instead a month of remembering who I am at the core, and what I'm about.
Off the top of my head I can tell you I'm a daughter of God, living to give him glory, and the special job he's given me is to tell his story to children. So why spend a month on this? Because thou I know this it's time to rediscover it. To let it sink in again and deeper. It's been a long year and lots of hard and or good things have filled my life, this month is a time to see past all that and refocus on the core.
Not sure yet how much will be shared here... I'm gona pretend it doesn't matter.....
Off the top of my head I can tell you I'm a daughter of God, living to give him glory, and the special job he's given me is to tell his story to children. So why spend a month on this? Because thou I know this it's time to rediscover it. To let it sink in again and deeper. It's been a long year and lots of hard and or good things have filled my life, this month is a time to see past all that and refocus on the core.
Not sure yet how much will be shared here... I'm gona pretend it doesn't matter.....
- Child of God..... That's what I am, alllllll the other things are add ons that will be forgotten about or change... but God doesn't change. He didn't need to but he took me (plain me) into his healthy happy family, he wanted me to be at the dinner table so very much that he arranged that I'd always be able to be there. Didn't have to, but chose to. he's got my back.
- Liven' to give glory.... was wondering how much of myself (personality, heart...) I should let the world get to know, because I've noticed a pattern (get to know someone, become friends, goodbye comes, heart bleeds, wondering how many pieces of my heart have fallen off and how many do I have left.... ).... So I asked God about it and he very clearly said "You were made for my glory, thus you should be fully you to bring me my full glory." I argued that that I could spend some very sad days in the future there could be unhappiness that follows. In short if I live fully I will hurt fully. To which he answered he could handle anything that comes my way.
- Telling his' story....... it's not about me it's about him he is about redemption and love and I can choose to let him take me there so I can explain it better, but I'll never understand if i think it's about me.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Going on a Gypsy trip to the mountain...
Headed off to sleep, rediscover the love of reading, have my eyes reopened to the beauty around me (and capturing it on paper) and spend some much needed time with my family.
bye for now....
May you all be filled with the peace of God.
(one suitcase for books and art supplies and one suitcase for all my favorite cloths :)
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
a letter....
(prescript: Dear Reader, thought this letter would give you a little insight to my summer, enjoy...)
Dear Elders,
This is a follow up note of when we last officially spoke in the Spring.
Randy and I talked with you about testing and changing curriculum for Sunday mornings and the challenges we foresaw.
Well for starters most of the teachers really did like the new curriculum(Tru) even the few that had objections their objections pointed out the good traits of Tru (they felt it was too evangelism centered). We tried Tru for the month of May (and have continued through the Summer), the teachers liked it, but it was clear training would have to happen to be able to use the teacher's and the curriculum's full potential. This Fall is going to be time of a lot of training and empowering teachers.
As for the families, the only feedback I've heard is positive. Kids understanding the stories and being challenged about a day to day relationship with God. Two words I hear a lot from teachers and parents are "Grasp" and "Understand".
One mom talked about how for her daughter her relationship with God was no longer abstract but rather he is a apart of this world she lives in and will she join in on His
adventure and take Him at His word. Bobbie Jo told me Macie has a sudden fascination with reading her Bible. Macie sat down to read, starting in Genesis, because she wants to know what God's story is. Shannan shared with me that now when she asks what they talked about at church both kids can tell her the stories and their meanings. Shannan says they are understanding it in such a way now that it is nourishing to their spiritual souls. Shannan was also quick to point out that the "hand outs" that are emailed to the parents are also nourishing, and full of ideas that slip into a families day to day life.
Something that deserves a whole paragraph of it's own is: Blessings. It's how we end class each Sunday. Blessings in general is something that has been slowing taking over all of Montavilla in a beautiful way, and now it's picking up speed with the kids. When the class
draws to an end the kids gather around one parent who speaks words of blessing over them. Blessings are making their way into the homes also. Tim Swindler is currently in Scotland, and Tuesday was his daughter Darby's first day of school. Tim and Shannan had already prepared a blessing Tim was going to speak over her on the phone before she left, but before he mentioned it Darby asked Tim to bless her, because she knew her heart needed those words of encouragement and protection as she headed out on the adventure of school.
Attached are two letters that parents sent during the summer that I thought you might enjoy.
Thanks again for your support. The Spring was harder then Randy and I had reckoned for. But without fail each Sunday that I was full of doubt and discouragement, you fine men (or a wife of yours:) gave me a hug and reassured me of your love, your support and of God's calling in my life and God's love for His bride. Thank you.
Dear Elders,
This is a follow up note of when we last officially spoke in the Spring.
Randy and I talked with you about testing and changing curriculum for Sunday mornings and the challenges we foresaw.
Well for starters most of the teachers really did like the new curriculum(Tru) even the few that had objections their objections pointed out the good traits of Tru (they felt it was too evangelism centered). We tried Tru for the month of May (and have continued through the Summer), the teachers liked it, but it was clear training would have to happen to be able to use the teacher's and the curriculum's full potential. This Fall is going to be time of a lot of training and empowering teachers.
As for the families, the only feedback I've heard is positive. Kids understanding the stories and being challenged about a day to day relationship with God. Two words I hear a lot from teachers and parents are "Grasp" and "Understand".
One mom talked about how for her daughter her relationship with God was no longer abstract but rather he is a apart of this world she lives in and will she join in on His
adventure and take Him at His word. Bobbie Jo told me Macie has a sudden fascination with reading her Bible. Macie sat down to read, starting in Genesis, because she wants to know what God's story is. Shannan shared with me that now when she asks what they talked about at church both kids can tell her the stories and their meanings. Shannan says they are understanding it in such a way now that it is nourishing to their spiritual souls. Shannan was also quick to point out that the "hand outs" that are emailed to the parents are also nourishing, and full of ideas that slip into a families day to day life.Something that deserves a whole paragraph of it's own is: Blessings. It's how we end class each Sunday. Blessings in general is something that has been slowing taking over all of Montavilla in a beautiful way, and now it's picking up speed with the kids. When the class
draws to an end the kids gather around one parent who speaks words of blessing over them. Blessings are making their way into the homes also. Tim Swindler is currently in Scotland, and Tuesday was his daughter Darby's first day of school. Tim and Shannan had already prepared a blessing Tim was going to speak over her on the phone before she left, but before he mentioned it Darby asked Tim to bless her, because she knew her heart needed those words of encouragement and protection as she headed out on the adventure of school.Attached are two letters that parents sent during the summer that I thought you might enjoy.
Thanks again for your support. The Spring was harder then Randy and I had reckoned for. But without fail each Sunday that I was full of doubt and discouragement, you fine men (or a wife of yours:) gave me a hug and reassured me of your love, your support and of God's calling in my life and God's love for His bride. Thank you.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Thursday evening....
Today is one of those sing song days...
Everything has managed to be pleasant all day. A day with family, work and friends. A day with a summer breeze and the rustle of leaves.
Something neat I've discovered is Pinterest, which inspired me to patch my jeans.... and then I'll add a bird and elephant (I imagine I'll add pictures later) Also inspired me to die my hair many colors... we"ll see.
Fun fact: Saturday is cooking day. First brunch then dinner for Sycamore (or here) .... it's been a while since I've cooked so it'll be a fun adventure ;) At the moment I feel very womanly (we'll see how long that last :)
But right now my fort is calling my name asking me to bring our friend Mr. Book.
Everything has managed to be pleasant all day. A day with family, work and friends. A day with a summer breeze and the rustle of leaves.
Something neat I've discovered is Pinterest, which inspired me to patch my jeans.... and then I'll add a bird and elephant (I imagine I'll add pictures later) Also inspired me to die my hair many colors... we"ll see.
Fun fact: Saturday is cooking day. First brunch then dinner for Sycamore (or here) .... it's been a while since I've cooked so it'll be a fun adventure ;) At the moment I feel very womanly (we'll see how long that last :)
But right now my fort is calling my name asking me to bring our friend Mr. Book.
Friday, July 08, 2011
Dear God,
Thank you for the many different ways you have shown me you are caring for me. Thank you that this last year has been a year of blessing I wouldn't have thought of from friends I'm grateful for.
The Generosity of a father of many...
The Necklace from a a women who has nothing to give...
Wine from a friend who wishes to refresh your servants...
Beautiful Sandals from a friend who wants to spread your gospel...
Kisses from children you have called for me to love....
A Place of Peace from fellow soldiers in this battle....
Story books from a brother that wishes to tell your story....
May my eyes and heart to be open to see you all around me...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
One evening there was a girl...
She holds her mama's hand as mama wanders through the lines of insecurity.
She whispers sweet nothings into the cats ears,
While making dinner she explained her plan of giving away her toys to the children who didn't have any.... even though she hasn't been able to play with her's for months.
She sang a song about love in a way that is fitting for her view of it,
She gave me Mr Monkey Martin to hold while she ate dinner....
She brightens the day, so glad she's apart of mine :)
She whispers sweet nothings into the cats ears,
While making dinner she explained her plan of giving away her toys to the children who didn't have any.... even though she hasn't been able to play with her's for months.
She sang a song about love in a way that is fitting for her view of it,
She gave me Mr Monkey Martin to hold while she ate dinner....
She brightens the day, so glad she's apart of mine :)
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wake up!! It's time to be alive!
Dear Soul,
Good morning, It's time to wake up and smell the earth and feel the sun soak through the cold disappointment of the winter. Spring has sung the flowers out of their hiding places. It's time, dear little heart, to stop hiding, time to dwell with the sweet breeze, time to name every soft head around you. To lead them to laughter and beauty, to wonder. Time to discover the words strong, courageous, victory and freedom. Come Soul, bathe in peace and grace. Delight in the gifts around you given by the Father above.
sincerely,
yours
Monday, March 14, 2011
"...And the voice I hear falling on my ear....."
God has a really big heart. If I were to sum up what God has shown me in the last 6 months it would be: He has a big heart and He has cool plans.
He cares about everyone. He knows each person there pain and joy and hope. Every moment of the day he feels it with you. He can handle anything we bring his way, not as a callus judge, but as a friend who knows you so well he knows whats going on in your head and heart.
Today I was sitting next to a great friend, for a moment I thought about the corners of his heart he's let me see, then it struck me that God has been sitting next to my friend every day... waiting... waiting to be let into the conversation.
This Fall it was cool seeing how God arranged everything to be in place for when my friend was lost and looking for a way out, he had already set up a safety net so when she fell it would be only so far and no further.
Is every story a happy ending? Nope, not at all. Do I or anyone understand pain? No. Does God care for each of us? Yes. Is God brave enough for all of us to lean on Him, to fight our battles with us? Yep you bet :)
just some thoughts :)
He cares about everyone. He knows each person there pain and joy and hope. Every moment of the day he feels it with you. He can handle anything we bring his way, not as a callus judge, but as a friend who knows you so well he knows whats going on in your head and heart.
Today I was sitting next to a great friend, for a moment I thought about the corners of his heart he's let me see, then it struck me that God has been sitting next to my friend every day... waiting... waiting to be let into the conversation.
This Fall it was cool seeing how God arranged everything to be in place for when my friend was lost and looking for a way out, he had already set up a safety net so when she fell it would be only so far and no further.
Is every story a happy ending? Nope, not at all. Do I or anyone understand pain? No. Does God care for each of us? Yes. Is God brave enough for all of us to lean on Him, to fight our battles with us? Yep you bet :)
just some thoughts :)
:)
just experienced a turn around emotion :) :) oh happy day!
meaning: for a long time I felt one way about something,
then knew I should feel differently,
different just happened.... for a moment.... it was there :)
meaning: for a long time I felt one way about something,
then knew I should feel differently,
different just happened.... for a moment.... it was there :)
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Dear God,
There are still things on earth that I want to do but, I'd rather you just came so hurt would be over. I love these people, and I don't want to see them in any more pain.Love,
Anna
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