Wednesday, January 25, 2012
... Tonight I wrestle with faith over reality. Tonight I'm reminded of a story that I read a year ago. In this story these men were praying for water to turn into wine. As the first man drank from the cup,he still tasted water but in faith he only remarked on what great wine it was. Then the second man tried it and said the same. The third man then tasted from the cup and said it was the best wine. So then the three men took the wine to the head pastor to try. The first man wondered what would happen as the pastor tasted it, but to his relief and surprise the pastor said it was great wine... For the water had turned to wine. Once the three men had left, the first asked the others if they had tasted wine when they tried it before, and both men said no... But that they believed in faith that it was wine even if it tasted like water*... Tonight I taste water... But I'm calling it wine. Why? Because faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. It can be scary though as I take this step. I wrestle. But He says He has it all under control.. And I choose to trust Him. It's not water, it's wine. Behold, He makes all things new. *the full story can be found in the book,"Like a Mighty Wind"... And yes, it's a true story and told way better than what I just did.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Did you know that a butterfly's chrysalis is made from it's body?...the caterpillar's body hardens forming the chrysalis that the glorious butterfly breaks free from. It's true. A month ago, a friend asked me to paint an old window for her. This window would then (hopefully) be sold and the proceeds would go to help women get out of the red light district in Amsterdam. There were only two guidelines: 1. I had to paint the frame red. 2. It had to be based on freedom, whatever that looks like to me. As I thought of what freedom meant to myself and to these women, I thought of the butterfly breaking free from a prison made from it's own body... Just like these women are daily within a prison made from their own bodies as well... I have seen these women before... I walked past them in Amsterdam. I saw the rows of windows with women standing, waiting for their next customer. And as I walked, I wondered what they were thinking? I wondered how long they had been there and how long their days must be... I wondered how they would get out... A Caterpiller hardens into a chrysalis after only two weeks from being hatched... Two weeks... How old were these women? Were they born into it? Sold? Forced?...forced by people,poverty,hopelessness?... And when,if ever,will they get out?...and how?... It breaks my heart...and something has to be done. I am so proud of my dear friend for going there. For spending her life loving these beautiful women. For bringing the opportunity of freedom... For bringing hope...for bringing them true, pure love. She is the hands and feet of Jesus... She is His heart to a dying world. Some are called to go, some are called to pray,some are called to paint, some are called to send others- paying their way to go... But we are all called to love "We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less without that drop"-Mother Teresa
Thursday, January 12, 2012
... The other night I sat with my daddy on the couch. Family and friends milled about us, making sushi and having a lovely time, as he and I discussed dreams. All of my life I have had dreams ranging from prophetic to terrifying, so as a friend mentioned being afraid because they have both good and bad dreams of traveling, I shared a simple trick I have learned through the years to know for myself if a dream is to warn me (from the Lord) or to stop me in my calling (from the enemy). If I feel terrified or afraid in my dream, it's usually not from God. He is love, and perfect love casts out fear. So if He is speaking to me or warning me, why Would I feel afraid of the situation around me? I can feel heaviness. I have felt the darkness or danger He was warning of, but never terror. If you do, I would dismiss it as a distraction. Don't let the enemy steal your destiny. Pray for protection and wisdom and break off that fear. And if there is no fear and you feel significance, write it down and take it before the Lord. He is a loving Daddy. Ask Him for the secrets of His heart. Ask Him for wisdom and direction. He will help you understand... As I shared my thoughts, my daddy told me that I needed to start blogging...I told him I didn't know what to write... So He told me to just write... Write about the past, write about my day... Just write. So here I am. I am not claiming to be wise. I am not claiming to be funny or entertaining. I am just going to be me, sharing with you my simple life. Why? Because my daddy asked me to..