Tuesday, 22 September 2009

  • My real true love

    I was reminded today of my real true love. He is a gentle man; always ready to listen and stands beside me as my partner helping me navigate this journey called life. He finds joy in my smile and gets a kick out of the way I can't seem to cut my food properly with a fork and knife. He understands why I'm quiet at times and when I cry, He cries too. When I laugh....well....his heart wells up to overflowing. He is a man that sees my value. He knows what my heart longs for, you know, the true and pure things that I desire; He longs to give those things to me. He helps me fight life's hard battles and teaches me to seek truth even when the pain of that truth weighs heavy. It is then that He teaches me trust. I never remember a time that He broke that trust with me; yet at times, I have still had a hard time accepting it. He always stands ready to come to my rescue, to fight for my honor. No human being on the face of this planet can destroy what He has fought to protect in me. There have been times I have given him every reason to walk away yet He waits paitently for my return and we always start over fresh and renewed. His mercy is neverending. There are SO many mistakes I have made in our relationship. I have taken without giving and I have broken promise after promise. I have pushed Him aside, I have taken Him for granted. I have looked to others to fill the emptiness in my life that was only intended for Him and I have lied to Him and tried to cover up all of these ways I have failed him. Yet...during it all....He has stayed faithful to me. He has loved without hesitation...He has been committed without question. He has given every part of himself to me...even his own life. My prayer today is that I learn to hold more value to the One who first loved me. My desire is to learn to give as much to Him as He has given to me and that I become more like Him in everyway. My prayer is that I not only stand and recieve but I also learn to give back to Him. I want to remember, each day, not only is He my true love but, I too, am His.

Friday, 04 September 2009

  • I'm not one for "cheesy" or "cliche'

    I'm not one who appreciates the "cheesy" or "cliche" sayings that people so proudly boast on car bumpers or in back windows of minivans. Don't get me wrong...I fully appreciate the wit and humor that some carry but as far as plastering them on my personal belongings....well....it's jut not me. Today...however...my outlook may have been changed a little.

    As I was driving home from running errands in Ft Wayne this morning I was having my usual conversation with God. It seems as though we "car talk" alot. Today my thoughts were heavy with all of the events that will be taking place in my life in the next few days. Life changing events. I was on the verge of panic as my mind raced with thoughts, anxiety and questions for Him that I seemed to be getting no answers to.  I felt the tears welling up in my eyes and the heat in my chest began to grow. My mind started to wander as I began to think of all of the solutions to this issue I was feeling torment over. I got lost in the ideas I was conjouring up. I got lost in the distraction of my fear. I came to a conclusion in my mind. I had an idea of something I could do that may relieve some of this anxiety I was feeling. This just may do the trick I thought. As the first few tears started to fall....I came to a stop light. I wiped away the blurried mess and as I did I looked up to see a sign in the car in front of me....It read.... "Let Go and Let God."   Just then I was instantly brought back to reality. My reality being...God already IS working in my situation. God already knows exactly what I need. He has already heard my cry and is on the move to carry out his plan for me. In that moment I felt the anxiety lift and a calmness came over me. Although the pain of my situation was deep...I could feel his presence. I felt myself breathe again.

    So maybe those silly car signs and bumper stickers aren't so bad afterall....maybe I'll go out today and buy one that says how I'm feeling....but maybe I'll opt to just hang it on the bathroom mirror instead ;)

Wednesday, 02 September 2009

  • Finding Joy

    I have searched for Joy today. I purposfully have set out to find it and I did. Where did I find this joy, you ask? Well....it was written on a card hanging on a wall.

    There are many times I have heard people say..."There are many names of Jesus." I have known different names that he has owned but never really took the time to study them let alone...find them all. That is, until tonight.

    There is a card that hangs on the wall in my mother's bedroom...it has listed on it several names of Jesus. I walked by it tonight, as I have SEVERAL times before, and one inparticular stood out to me; Jehova-Nissi, I looked and this name means "Battle Fighter"   Once again, I have been reminded that He is the one who fights for me when all strength is gone. Once again, I am shown that He goes before me into every battle I face. This...and this alone gives me joy. I can honestly say that in the midst of my battle tonight I feel, somewhere deep inside, this penetrating joy that comes from knowing He is already fighting for me. His name is Jehova-Nissi...he is my Battle Fighter.

    My life seems to be changing so fast and some days it seems like my head will never stop spinning. I look at the next few days ahead and it all seems so overwhelming. But tonight, I look and see that I have found joy. In the midst of it all....I have found Jehova-Nissi. He is fighting this battle for me simply because my heart cries that I need him to. And that gives me joy. I will cling to Him for one more night and know a joy that only he can give.

    Who would've thought I would find joy written on a card hanging on a wall :) And I found it in a man that loved me so much that his battle for me found him hanging on a cross.  

Tuesday, 01 September 2009

  • My hero

    As a woman who is going through the fight of her life right now...I desperatley need a hero. I am strong but at times, not strong enough. I have faith to move mountains, but I admit, sometimes those mountains scare me. I can see the One who leads me, but at times, He seems distant and I wonder if that is my doing or his?  I need this hero to come in and pick me up; to look me in the face and say "We are in this together."  There are days when my appointed moments seem too much to bare, I need this hero to come and be the strength I need to stand up and walk in with my head held high. I need him to go into battle ahead of me and clear the path I have been destined to walk down. This is the vision I had in my mind as I walked the other day.....

    I am in a huge bright room...I am standing all alone on one side; head low and tears streaming. On the other side is an angry crowd of people. They hate me. They are calling me all kinds of names and yelling the most profane things in my direction. Two figures stand between me and this crowd. One is my astranged husband. He is telling the angry crowd all of the things that are making them so hateful towards me. He is filling them with untruth and lies. He is full of fear; of being found out. He figures if he can distract this angry mob into hating me then the focus will no longer be on him and his secrets will be safe. Self preservation is a heavy load he carries. He continues to laugh with them and point at me and pour blame and shame on my head.  Then walks in the other figure. It is my Jesus. He stands inbetween myself and the violent mob led by my husband. His voice booms like thunder as He calls down one thousand angles and I watch as they immediatley surround me with thier massive figures and seemingly.... nothing can penetrate them. He stands and faces the crowd with his arms out stretched as the cursing and yelling and hatred are pointed in my direction. It all seeps into Him. He takes it all and the angels begin to sing a holy, beautiful song of praise. As I listen intently... it begins to sound like a battle cry.  Their words get louder as they sing and their voices more majestic then anything ever heard on my side of heaven. They lift their hands in worship to him and in that moment I begin to  feel a strength under my feet that I have never felt before. My head begins to lift as my eyes are fixed on Him.  I begin to sing along with the angels and as I hear our worship rise the noise of the crowd is drowned out. I can no longer hear or feel their threat.

    My hero has come....

Friday, 28 August 2009

  • The Throne Room

    This morning I find myself in the battle of prayer for someone who is very close to my heart and whom I love very deeply. I am so thankful for God's miracles and I am claiming that victory over this loved ones life. My dear precious friend, you know who you are, and I want you to know you will never be alone; for His love is deeper then you will ever know and his grace covers your life as far as the east is from the west. My prayer is that you find yourself in Him today and that you feel his touch as He picks you up to show you His favor.......

     

    She ran through the darkness frantic and alone.  She was filled with a desperate panic as she searched for the only One who could calm her. She twisted inside as she began to think of all the ways she had failed Him. She ached as her heart raced for she knew it was the only true feeling her heart had felt in a very long time. She somehow knew, in the midst of it all, she just needed to find Him. She ran as her heart continued to pound inside her chest. This had to be the blackest darkness she had ever seen. The air was cold against her skin. The sweat that dripped from her made the chill cling to her even more. Running, running, running…she had to find him. She looked around every corner…nothing? She came to a long hallway that seemed to be lined with doors. She began to search each one. She knew she had to go through each one… going through them was the only way. She knew He would be here somewhere. She knew he was waiting. The darkness seeped into the deepest part of her soul. She wasn’t really aware of where she was going she just knew where she needed to end up.

    Running, faster and faster, harder and harder she began checking each door, some were locked, some were open. She tried each and every one, there must have been hundreds. She had to find Him. She began to breathlessly whisper His name as she ran…..  “Abba…Jesus…Daddy…” She knew He would hear her. It seemed as if the doors went on forever. She just needed to see His face; it was all that she needed. She could feel Him pulling her in…she knew He was close. She clenched her fists as she pushed herself faster…then harder…  

    The next door…locked…the next door…nothing… darkness….the next one, locked again…the next door slammed open like thunder, a bright whiteness filled the room and burned her eyes as they tried to adjust. She had been running so hard in the darkness that the light made her fall to her knees. As she tried to catch her breath, still on her knees, the sweat made her hair stick to the sides of her face and the pain in her chest burned as she tried to gasp for her last few big gulps of air. The light was consuming and all around her, it was warm and instantly took away any remaining chill that was in the air.

    Still on her knees, she lifted her head and began to focus through the room.....then she saw Him.....There He stood. Then, frantically, as soon as her eyes met His, she stumbled to her feet and ran harder then she ever had run before. She fell hard at His feet. She lay sobbing on the floor.

    He bent down to help her up. Her legs were so weak that they began to give out and He had to help her stand. She knew she was in the throne room of heaven. She had finally made it!  She found Him. She could hardly believe it! After all her searching, and in the midst of feeling all her pain, she was finally here. He took her face in His hands and brushed the hair back. “My God reigns” she whispered…  I will never leave you He said.

     

     

    Sometimes I think we make the search for His presence so much more difficult then what it needs to be. Sometimes the choices we make and the paths we choose for our lives carry us further away from the throne room then what we would like; and there are moments it can happen so quickly if we are not carful. My prayer today is that we remember the power of just speaking His name. Just the mention of his name "Jesus" ,from a heart that is seraching ,will surround you with a peace like no other. I pray that my friend finds peace today.

     

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