Jan 242014
 

Reading…

Reading HIs VisitsI have recently been reading and inspired by a book I reviewed called Seeing the Voice of God. Somehow, this book changed me, changed me in one of those good ways where instead of feeling like you’re wrong, or like you’re a freak you can actually say that yes I am having dreams, day and night and I am able to see His voice.

Reading into these thoughts and realize that yes, they are messages from God. I am not “evil” as some people think because I am not practicing some form of evil. I am practicing my communication skills with God, with Christ! I am reading the Bible, I am reading blogs by women who love Him as dearly as I do and I am one of the ones who is blessed to be visited by Him in the form of dreams!

His hands cup my soul, they give me visions of the past, the future, the present. He visits me because I am His child. He tells me His story because I am ready to read. His presence is always there because He lives in me but it is those visits that truly reveal to me the plans He has for my life.

Reading-Oh How Good It Feels

When I found out I was pregnant with DS9 my grandma had died only about two months before. Six days after conception, yes six days, she came to me as a spirit in a dream and she congratulated me on being pregnant with a baby boy. About 3 weeks and a dozen pregnancy tests later a FAINT line could be seen, one that I could only see in the brightest of windows and it had confirmed what I had already been told. I remember this visit from my grandma as very spiritual. I remember it in its entirety. She was whole, healthy, excited and at peace and she was my grandmother, sent to me from the Heavens to announce my pregnancy.

An angel came to me, sent by the Lord and told me I was pregnant. Told me I was carrying a boy, even his middle name was revealed to me in that visit. These women of the Bible. The ones who had these same spiritual, soul encompassing and life altering experiences are still walking today! I know, because the Lord blessed me as He chose me to learn of this special gift the way those women from years and years ago learned. I am not alone. He visits. He sends angels. You just have to be readings the messages He paints for you so you don’t chalk it up to coincidence and write Him off. If you refuse to see what He places right in front of you, how will you read those bigger messages?

Accept His visits. See the Voice of God!

 

Jan 032014
 

Fight is this Weeks Prompt

 

It seems that this is the season to bring Christ into our lives but it’s the season where emotions run high and money runs tight and we often find ourselves being snappy and argumentative and involved in family fights for no reason that we even understand!


We have to remember that to fight is to cause fright and to cause fright is to be a bully and I don’t want to be a bully, especially to my family so I must find the time to slow down and take those pieces and turn them to peace in my heart and on my tongue so that instead of fighting with all my might isn’t necessary except in my walk with the our Lord.

I want to fight for the al-might-y. I want to scream His words into the streets and I want His message to be carried on the wings of eagles so that the past stays in the past and it doesn’t have the footing to last so the fight and the anger and the meanness that we can become no longer has a place in my heart or in my home and that fight can be cast out and the space in the place that He takes will not just be a small part.Five Minute Friday

Something’s are worth the fight and through His power, His grace, His might, I will one day be blessed to lay my eyes on His face. Yes to fight for what I believe in and care for isn’t a fight at all, it is a rite of passage. It makes me a warrior, a warrior for Christ, the Christ child and everything the bright light in my heart and the sky can stand and represent and I am filled with his love, love that is only capable and unconditional because it is ordained from up above.

His LOVE is worth the FIGHT!

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Sep 202013
 

She, Five Minute FridayShe leads a lonely life trapped in her own thoughts and dreaming of things that may never come true. The picket fence life, a brood of children and a husband who makes sure everything is okay, that the bills are paid and is pleased when dinner is on the table.

She feels damaged, broken even. By the past, by the man who took her, used her, broke her and then left her for dead. She still wears the scars inside and out and she struggles to make sense of it all even though it has been years since she escaped, years since the torture ended.

She is confused. She is in need. She knows what she wants but is afraid to ask, afraid to feel dirty or wrong.

She is beautiful yet she doesn’t know it, she doesn’t believe it when she is told. She is never good enough, at least not in her own eyes, which leaves her feeling desperate to be wanted and loved and needed, desperate to serve her Lord, her Master.

She is screaming inside and trying so hard to get out but she needs Him to reach into her, open her up and make her see all that she has to offer. She needs to know she is unconditionally loved and wanted.

She is alone, sad, desperate and scared.

She is me.

Aug 022013
 

Five Minute FridayWe all have a story, some more tragic than others, some paths a lot harder to walk. We may trip we may fall and we will most definitely get frustrated and even angry at times. Yet it’s our story that creates who we are today and who we will be tomorrow. The pain turns to wisdom and lessons learned and the joyous moments we capture in our hearts, in our cameras and we hold onto those moments for a life time knowing full well that regardless of how hard we try we will never be able to go back. Those moments of joy will not repeat, we can create new moments, new memories but what’s done is done.

We pray for a way out of the darkness so that we can live only in those joyous moments but when I consider what my Saviour has done for me, how he bled, how he stumbled and fell, how He left his physical vessel through a tragic demise, I am able to see the message the Lord has for me in my life. My reasons for falling and collapsing, I am a soul attached to this body. My eternity is with God, outside of this shell and free to explore the Heavens and to see things the way He has created me to see.

So while my pain from my story eats at me as days turn into years I find solace in the knowledge that this hurt gives me empathy, perspective and a view that few others have. I am able to empathize, I am able to love unconditionally because I too have been shown that unconditional love.

The aches that possess my body and the scars that I carry both inside and out have turned me into me and I am the only person I want to be!

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Jun 212013
 

Five Minute FridayI listen to my dd as she plays some song guessing game on one of her electronics and I feel so refreshed that she is learning, even just short clips, songs written and performed over the years by people like Clapton, the Beatles, Lennon, and then how I am learning the names of the new songs when I help her. It is hard to get the right answer when everything is played on guitar and so much music now is more of a digital cornucopia of random sounds with words sung in front of them without having anything to do with the beat behind. My Word has music ever changed since I was her age only 17 years ago.

As the volume gets turned down I think about the rhythm of life, the sounds that create the world around us that become ambient noise that we don’t even realize is there until the sounds have disappeared and we are left in silence. Like that dead quiet that comes when the power is out and you’re left with your thoughts and only your thoughts.

The rhythm being that of the birds singing, the wind blowing, the dogs making their weird yawning noises, the washer and dryer and the dishwasher running. Oh how I love the breeze coming in today cooling the air and threatening us with a thunder storm at some point by the smell and feel of the air. Fresh air is beautiful, it makes you tired and wears you and your children out like nothing else can. Being in the presence of fresh air given to us by God just like the sounds that He has provided for us! The “nuisance” sounds of animals in the wilderness squawking and making so much noise that people think they are a problem. Sounds are not a problem, the cries of your baby, the fighting of your children you dog that won’t quit barking no matter how frustrated you become. Those are the things that create the rhythm of life and all of them were given to us by God. Instead of hearing noise, we all must learn to hear the beauty in the sounds around us.

I just realized this post has no rhythm 😛

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