I came to this place, an enchanting place, at least to me for me at such a time as this.
Searching for the truth, my truth that my Father has placed in me. The truth that will awaken the sleeping giant He created me to be. A mover and shaker in the Kingdom of God.
Moving in and out of places known and unknown. Shaking awake the sleepers. Sounding the alarm that now is the time to join the ranks of the army of God. Time to know where you will spend eternity.
There’s plenty to do. Come get on board. To be a part of the new day dawning with a heart filled with joy as you look forward, forgetting the past that has held you captive far too long.
Come join, come join dear ones to experience a place you’ve only dreamed of.
Today I awakened with no plans. I shrugged my shoulders and decided not to try to come up with a plan. I decided to do a lot of nothing in particular.
My nothing in particular started out with me cleaning my aquarium. My three little fishes are so happy.
While cleaning the tank I kept smelling fresh brewed coffee. How could that be because I was the only one in the house. I guess it was just my imagination running away with me. I brewed a couple cups and came up with a thought which someone before me probably came up with it first. I topped my coffee off with whipped cream that floated like a fluffy cloud. Wow it tasted great.
While fixing my coffee and pomegranates another bright idea came to mind-finger painting. Yes! Sounds like a winner. Something I don’t have to give much thought to. I can even close my eyes while swirling the paint across the paper and when finished open them and there lies before me a beautiful surprise (or mess). I choose to believe for a beautiful surprise.
In these times of uncertainty and craziness we need to cast our cares upon the Lord and do something out of the ordinary. Put on some music and do your best to loosen up and welcome freedom. Then create what isn’t in your thoughts. Be free as the birds in the sky without a care. God cares more for you than the carefree flying birds. Trust Him to do all He said He would do for you in His love letter to you-His Word.
If you don’t have a relationship with Him you can ask Him into your heart right now. He’s ready and willing for you to join His family now. There’s plenty room for more. Blessings.
Living in grace
Running life’s race
For undying love
That will forever last
Going about my life
Along my usual path
Awaiting my answer
Believing to come soon
Giving thanks everyday
One day I began to see
Someone drawing nigh to me
I wondered if could you be
The one I prayed for sent to me
The Expected You
The pandemic situation we are surrounded by has taken my prayer life to a higher dimension than ever before.
On the way to work I was praying for churches and church leaders when all of a sudden I saw mega churches and their leaders (no one in particular) and then heard the following scripture: Luke 12:16-21. The most earthshaking to me was verse 21. “This is how it will be with whoever stores up things for themselves but is not rich toward God”. (NIV) Are the mega churches built for God or the man building them? I’m not saying mega churches are wrong but what is the motive behind them.
Maybe during this time of shutting in we all can reassess our relationship with the Lord and have a willingness to repent and change what he reveals to us so we can be who he created us to be – a fierce army – when this is over.
Our work is not done but in a sense it’s just beginning. There’s a lot of afraid people in the world – saved and unsaved alike that need a reassuring word from God. That’s what God’s army is here to do – to share the truth.
I Want To Be More Than Just Me
I want to be a writer. I believe I would be a good one. Distractions come my way. Ideas that are deposited in me are snuffed out. My memory fails so I don’t remember the snippets that would make for a great story. My recorder is forgotten and the creative flow is dammed up. No matter what tries to stop me I will put words on paper until I accomplish what I set out to do.
I want to be an artist. My paintings are beautiful. Many have said so. Full of color and life that draws you in to become a part of the community. Then appears an old nemesis fear slithering in with the same old plan to steal, kill and destroy. For some strange reason I succumb to those old outdated tricks. All my creativity comes to a halt. I’m shut down and can’t deliver. I’m telling that voice to shut up and I’m arming myself with my paint brush, paint and canvas and going to war.
I want to be a musician. Music was built in me before I was born. It’s always playing in my ear. Sometimes songs I’ve heard. Other times songs that are being birthed. There are also personal songs that are between me and my Lord. When music starts dancing fills in my feet. Melodies circle me. How do I capture them and express them? I lift my voice and sing. I’ll dance with the broom while sweeping my floors. I’ll be the best pianist that ever tickled the ivory keys.
My goal is to conquer the fleeting moments of creativity and let the masterpieces flow from my being. I will express the ideas that come forth from the Throne room at the time they are to be released. I believe I can and I will.
I want to be more than just me. This is me!
Is there anything that is preventing the creativity in you from coming forth?