Monday, November 21, 2016

Contemplative Prayer: Listening for the Father's Heart

I've probably *heard about* contemplative prayer a lot of times before the message at church yesterday, but the idea of it didn't necessarily resonate until then. There was a definite nudge as my spirit hit "Ctrl B" before receiving these words. (Side note: He will bolden/highlight things we hear from others-i.e. our leaders, friends, family, favorite authors and speakers, strangers, etc. I'm learning that if sometimes we only take away a few sentences- or words, even- not to become frustrated because we can't recall a whole sermon or conversation, but to see what we do remember as *PRESENTly valuable* and worth further investing our time into. As long as you are pressing in, He will remind you of things He has told you when you need to remember. -Ref. John 14:26
Whilst fidgeting- switching my crossed legs one over the other- yesterday morning, I knew God was leading me to take a rooftop moment like Peter had in Acts. The "what" and "how" were not clear, but I knew I would come to find out. I needed to be honest with God in every thing and then just listen for His voice.

Confession
I grabbed my Bible and journal (and cup of joe) to bring with me out on my friend's back deck (my rooftop substitute-lest I break any bone(s)) I had intentions to hear from the Lord, yes...however, mainly just concerning myself (how it could bless me and spur me on). While there is a place for personal encouragement, I knew there was far MORE on the Father's heart than for tailor made prayer only to suit my individual needs. Yet, in His grace, He reveled something so beautiful & humbling about my unique journey, and in reverence and awe... how could I not further seek His heart for humanity? 
I'll share first what He gave me about my own walk. Many a time, but more-so recently, I've been incredibly hard on myself. "What good have I really done?...like what eternal impact have I even made? I want to be a bold and fearless vessel used by You, yet I have walked away from so many conversations, Lord & how did I not tell them about Your Good News?"
I was reminded that in all of my 23 years before knowing Jesus, God STILL pursued me. Therefore, His character is that of patience. & it's revealed allllllll throughout scripture! And since He is so, I need not be in a hurry to finish the race having done what the *world* may deem as "tremendous ministry." Notice I didn't say what the Church considers. We need not be in competition with one another. Brothers and sisters, we should be encouraging one another to become more like our Jesus, thus winning souls for His glory. 
Being reminded of all He has done with my "old-but-becoming-new" heart ๐Ÿ’”➡️❤️in my new self, helped me to have a newfound *thankfulness* for the wilderness season that I'm still journeying through. 

"I fed you with milk and not with solid food; for until now you were not able to receive it, and even now you are still not able." (1 Cor. 3:2)

The wilderness, in its entirety, has proven itself beautiful even with its mountain peaks ๐Ÿ—ปand valley lows๐Ÿž. Yet, "there are treasures to be found in the valley๐ŸŒˆ." (Aaron Keyes) And thats why I believe the wilderness is so special. I especially don't want to skip over the hard times. When I first said "yes" to God, He used two ladies to pray prophetically over me, thus encouraging me at the very start of my journey. These women had no specifics to go off...I only approached her with the simple request "will you pray for me?" However, what came next was not simple; it was profound. My spirit wept. He told me to enjoy this closeness with Him. To abide. To remain. And to know I have been forgiven fully and completely. The journey has been exactly that: "even with its bends on the way, I know it's still going somewhere good." (Matt Reynolds, et al) 
*I'll never forget God leading me to Grace Midtown right around this same time I was learning about my walk with Jesus. The series was titled "Journey." (Imagine that. Haha.) Anyway, the Lord used the message as confirmation for everything He had already started. It was so comforting! I'm incredibly thankful for that time!*

I'm only still a babe in Christ, and glory to Him for what wisdom He has given and the wisdom He will continue to give. Glory to Him for delivering my soul up out of Sheol- the place I was making my bed. For lifting my head up. Glory to Him for showing me my quick reactions to fear, anger, and offense and helping me unlearn their habitual patterns. For helping me trash my bad attitude and pessimistic outlook by giving me His gifts of peace, hope and joy. For helping to rid me of my strong-willed, self-consuming schedule...one of striving and selfishness to instead, follow Him. (BECAUSE HE MEETS US WHERE WE ARE, IT'S RIGHT THERE -AND NOT ONE STEP AHEAD-THAT HE BEGINS OUR TRANSFORMATION PROCESS. --Remember it's GRACE that saved us and it's GRACE that changes us.--Stay in your place on the race. The space from who you are and who you're {becoming} is full of His grace. Don't look to the right or to the left, but keep your eyes fixed. *anddd that's a w(rap)*) 

Glory to Him for delivering me from a spirit of shallowness- to see hearts and not physical bodies. Thank You, Lord! Glory to Him for giving me an enjoyable job that humbles me. For being able to work with my hands every day while learning more about God and finding Him in the said "lowly tasks." Glory to Him for helping me have courage to go into my deepest pain, brokenness, and darkness -in faith that He would be right there with me to forgive, mend, heal and RESTORE. For making me brave enough to step into unknown waters and into unfamiliar territory. For experiencing resistance and let down, which only pushes me closer to Him. Bill Johnson says, "if we are not having any resistance in life, there is a good chance we are going in the same direction the devil is going."(Resistance, therefore, seems like a key indicator that we have not forsaken Christ by trekking backwards...so, moving forward means the work of Satan will come up against us. So unless there's no opposition because you've moved further away from your Friend, Comforter and Guide- "do not be afraid...He that is in you is greater than he who is in the world!") ***If your success is not from the Almighty, DO become aware that it is fleeting and will wither and fade. Furthermore, Romans 1 warns us that because of our free will to choose, He hands us over to our vile passions as a form of His wrath. In other words, He lets people chase what they want over and above Himself. If you've tasted and seen His goodness & lovingkindness, you know NOTHING is better than being in communion with Him. "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth..." Success in the eyes of the Father looks different than what the world perceives as flourishing. 
"DO be careful how you define success. What you may actually be looking at is the outpouring of God's wrath on a man/woman's life...Be careful how you judge your life; successes and failures not marked by external realities but rather a hope-filled faith, step-by-step obedience to Jesus Christ." (Matt Chandler)***

Glory to God for helping me see the real enemy and making me aware of the spiritual war that is raging around us. For His confirmation... His Word and His peace, even when His plan looks incredibly backwards and misunderstood by many. "He is not the Author of confusion."
Thanks be to God for helping me be more quick to forgive by letting go of all offense and its ugly fruit: bitterness, resentment and self pity. To instead be quickened to love because I know the price Jesus paid on the cross was for me AND for "them." And for showing me what love really is. For changing my dangerous and worldly reasons for marriage into deeply rooted, godly desires. For Heaven's perspective on covenant relationship, lest I become another statistic in the divorce rate. For giving me His strength in refusing to settle. For patience to work through anger and buried wounds from my parents' brokenness. For GRACE to walk through my past and the rebellious choices I have made because of the pain. For completely undoing, and delivering me from a lustful, manipulative, and seductive spirit. HALLELUJAH! Thank you, Jesus!
For godly reasons in having children. His heart's desires for family and the dynamic of each relationship- in which the purpose is to reflect Christ and His Bride, the Father and His children. Pointing me, also, always back to Him. What a beautiful design! To raise world changers, kingdom builders and winners of souls. To love on and instill them with Truth.
...But even if that is not His will for me,
I have found the One whom my soul loves. And He is more than enough! Every thing I will ever need is found in Him! And only He can fill us to overflowing! His grace is sufficient in ALL things!
*I am convinced that we should always take these good and holy desires to Him. As we lay them down and put them in God's hands, He is faithful to give and take away as He knows best! "Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness. Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart." (Psalm 37:3&4) I encourage my single friends who are remaining steadfast in your season, to always tell God what is on your heart. Intercede for your future husband or future wife if the desires do not go away. Yes, even if you have not yet met. In the same breath, rejoice and be content with what He has given you today. Continue {becoming} that person for someone else!* "Waiting is a sustained effort to stay focused on God through prayer and belief." (Max Lucado)

Glory to God for helping me have a deep longing to be with Him every day and to love Him with all my heart, soul, strength, and mind!! Glory to God who is helping me love myself better, because in my Father's eyes I am precious. Denying my worth is hurtful to my Maker. ...Imagine spending years writing a book and when it was published, your audience raved about the creative story! However, the book had opinions of its own and found itself to be ordinary and a disgrace to the book race, no longer wanting to be copied, sold, and shared. In fact, it hid away from anyone to see. Even its artist. It not only disliked its story but the cover...oh, the cover! "How dare you choose me with this appearance! And why didn't you make a stronger summary?" How might you feel if that was your work? I suppose our Creator feels the same way about us when we refuse to view ourself with confident belief that He chose us, created us in His image, and gave us life {for such a time as this!}And that's absolutely beautiful!...Thanks be to God for choosing me. For His grace when I chose Him back. For making me alive in Christ and giving me an identity and purpose as a daughter of the Most High.

Glory be to God who is showing me that the words of Psalm 139:13-16, He wove into my DNA. I will praise Him!

Glory to Him as He continues to shine a light on the world around me. On those who look different than me...who have different interests, backgrounds, and stories. By resisting His will to meet others outside of our said "comfortable," we not only limit our ability to encounter the Father in His fullness by learning His different facets, but we rob the world of something special and also God of His glory. There is something unique about Him that's in you for the world to see."Made in His image."

The song "Build my Life" by Housefires came to mind as I was in contemplative prayer. Specifically the lines: "open my eyes in wonder & show me who You are & fill me with Your heart & lead me in Your love to those around me."

While the majority of the song reminded me of my journey in the wilderness...unlearning lies about God and about myself by building a firm foundation on Jesus...I keep clinging to those lines "fill me with Your heart & lead me in Your love to those around me."
This is the Father's heart isn't it?
To love those around us.
There are cultural barriers we face at work.
There are racial divides at school.
There are all kinds of tensions in our day-to-day because of deep wounds we have caused one another in history's past. None of it was from the Father. None of it was from Him. He is good. He is love. He is commUNITY in of Himself (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit). Humanity is hurting. Humanity needs the Church to be radical in the way we love one another.๐Ÿ’ž❤️๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’›❣️ We need to step over/rip through these said "barriers" and "divides" especially inside the Body. We need to grab our brothers and sisters by the hands and stand united. ✌๐Ÿพ✌๐Ÿผ✌๐Ÿฟ✌๐ŸผAnd together, we need to meet the lost and hopeless in the trenches and look at them in the eyes. We need to look at them in the eyes. With the eyes of Jesus. Something happens when you look at them in the eyes with Love.๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ❤️❤️

Why is he/she angry?
Why does he/she feel discriminated against?
Why can't he/she smile back?
Why is he/she on the streets?
Why is he/she selling their body for money?
Why does he/she have an eating disorder?
Why is he/she an alcoholic?
Why?
We need to get in the trenches with them.

I am all too guilty of being a hearer of the Word๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿผand not a doer of the Word๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฝ‍♀️. Of carrying a burden for the minorities, mistreated, misunderstood, and "least of these," however, while never reaching out.๐Ÿ‘๐ŸผOf carrying a burden for the lost, but not seeing it through. Mostly, by a lack of courage and confidence, of not feeling equipped...of fear.

"What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him? If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, 'Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,' but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit? Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead." (James 2:14-17)

But after a good message yesterday and my own rooftop with God, I felt compelled to share. Even in the wilderness, growing in the "fundamentals" of what it means to be a Christ follower, we are still walking and moving. We are not stagnant. We have a strong tower to run to, but we are not "hidden." God doesn't cover our eyes so we can't see what's happening. Instead, He broadens our outlook. (Debbie Waldrep) We face a dark world, still. BUT we carry the light of Christ.

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.” (Psalm 91)

So we know GRACE is 1. transformative, but it is also 2. participatory. (Justin Fry) We need not let our seasons be excuses or reasons why we don't execute love. Love is His nature and your nature in Him! "Every thing Jesus teaches us can't be something we just receive from Him, it must be something we do for one another." (Margaret Reynolds) 
"That's what it means to participate in GRACE. To receiveand to give. Even when it's hard. Even when it seems impossible. And even when we must extend that GRACE to our enemies. GRACE can no longer be an excuse for us to live in unloving ways towards ourselves, others, creation, or even our enemies." (Fry)

•"Bless and do not curse." (Romans 12:14)

•"Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another." (1 John 4:11)

•"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, IN EVERYTHING give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." (1 Thess. 5:16-18)

•"And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to allespecially to those who are of the household of faith." (Gal. 6:9&10)

To ALL- even the wounded, bitter, angry, sad, hopeless and loss people. May they know and believe that "every plant which My Heavenly Father has not planted, will be uprooted." (-Jesus, Matthew 15:13)

God's Kingdom is at hand. "On earth as it is in Heaven." 
It is flourishing and it is blooming!๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒผ

Thanks be to God for blessed HOPE (Titus 2)❤️

Dear Lord, thank You for Your Word each day. You are good to give us exactly what we need. We do not want to miss out on the present moment and the opportunities in our today by worrying about our tomorrows. You are making all things new and we want to be at peace with the process. Lord, fill every sister and brother with Your heart today. May we always seek You first to hear and see where You have gone before us. May we have the courage to follow You, to step out and be radical in Love- standing united with our brothers and sisters even if there is resistance. May we be quick to forgive, dropping every offense, by remembering the cost You paid on the cross. May we offer GRACE so freely. May we look to the lost with holy fire in our eyes. May they see His light shine. We are always growing and mending, but remind us that you never desire perfection. Your power lives inside us and You are faithful to equip us, even as we journey through the wilderness. When we are weak, You are strong! May we be salt and light. May we give what receive. Thank You, Lord. We love You! It's in Your name we pray, amen!

With Love๐Ÿ’˜,
-K 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The “Letters” J-O-Y

"Deep calls to deep at the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and Your waves have gone over me." (Psalm 42:7)

"For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable." (Romans 11:29)
 


Hey, friends!

I am ecstatic to share with you some serious awesome news!

The faithfulness of God continues to be revealed to me through my own personal journey AND through the lives of others around me.  “…being confident of this very thing, that HE who has begun a good work in [us] will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)

There is so much richness here in Paul’s opening letter to the believers in the church at Philippi. He deeply loved these people; even as he awaits his trial in Rome, Paul’s mind goes back to his brothers and sisters in Philippi. Every remembrance of them brings him great joy!

Like Paul, there are so many names that come to my mind; as they do, my heart smiles! You have all touched me in tremendous, purposeful ways that have greatly impacted my walk with the Lord. I am for certain, God knows all of you-even those who I may never (on this side of heaven, anyway). Family, friends, prayer warriors, spiritual mentors, God’s vessels who pour His love into me, His church…brothers and sisters…

To the ones who follow my posts on social media, which expose the weaknesses I battle, yet you encourage me, still.

To the special few who have genuinely listened to me confess my deepest wounds, and yet continue to love on me, because like Jesus, you see passed my past. When I called myself “worthless, disgusting, ugly, useless, etc,” you crossed through those words with red Sharpie and pointed me to the truth of THE Cross…“beloved, beautiful, precious, worthy, chosen with a purpose, redeemed, forgiven, etc.”

To the ones who have seen me fail…rather than applauding, you reach out and lend me your hand to help me stand back up again. God and all of Heaven rejoice. (MIGHTY claps for you- that’s bringing the Kingdom come <3)

I say this from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU!


We live amongst a spiritual battle. Pricilla Shirer says it this way: “All day, every day, an invisible war rages around you. A cunning, devilish enemy seeks to wreak havoc on everything that matters to you- your emotions, your mind, your family, your future.” Yes, Satan has slithered beside me since childhood, whispering lies that have attacked my beauty and ultimately, my truest identity. He’s used close people in my life as his tools to cut right into my heart. Along the way, I let the lies seep through and allowed them to carry on into my adulthood. Many a time, and I say MANY, I have ignored the spiritual protection God offers. Even after being “saved” and baptized at age 10, I didn’t know Jesus was here and not in some distant white, puffy cloud land. That only HE could REALLY heal me. That HE could start a good work in me- mending the broken pieces back together for His glory. No. I never heard it said in that way… I, at least, didn’t feel it to be tangible…equaling (in my mind) “not true.” That’s what Satan does though; he wraps his cunning lies in the packaging of deception and manipulation. “What he wants is to lead you into sin so that fellowship is broken between you and God-between you and the One who provides your true power and strength. Then, weakened and vulnerable, you’ll be susceptible to his plans to destroy you. That’s why he seeks to stay hidden as much as possible.” (Shirer)

And so, I walked in shame and covered myself with fig leaves.

Earliest memories- to name a few- include:
-4th Grade: having severe anxiety before weight measurements in P.E. (I remember running to the end of the line in hopes time would run out so I wouldn’t have to step on the scale. When that wish didn’t come true, I walked back to the bleachers in utter devastation. The girls, who were bragging and sharing their #s, asked me my weight and I lied about it by a 10lb lesser difference.)
-I would sometimes sneak food before dinner and felt embarrassed about hiding what I ate.
-A time in elementary school, my class was walking in a line to the computer lab. A boy, who I didn’t know from Adam, was with his class coming in the opposite direction. He specifically called me out; pointing to his face in the exact spot my mole is on my cheek, he made a scrunched up face and said hurtful things concerning my appearance. *
-In 5th grade, I remember writing a paper in Mrs. Tienken’s class. “What makes you unique?”…My mom and dad would always tell me that my mole was a beauty mark, and so I used that as my main point. I guess, even then, I was trying to overcome what had been done/said to me as a means of my own redemption story. “Stay strong, Kalynn. The world needs you to be strong.”
(What I’ve learned though, as God’s been bringing me back to these moments, I am finding true healing. He’s been helping me see the roots of my brokenness and then helping me to forgive these people. (Reference Matthew 6:15) In the process, God reminds me of my identity. He fills the wounds with truth… The identity He engraved at the bottom of my heart. “You, Kalynn, are my beloved daughter. I have plans to prosper you and not to harm you…plans to give you a great hope and a great future! He so desires that we would be delivered of Satan’s stronghold on our lives. My God is able to restore, and My God is able to revive what is at the bottom of His children’s hearts! We’ll call it “The Trademark Truth!”)

*God had a funny way of reminding me of this one a few months ago. He resurfaced the wound with a not so simple hair root…yeap, right smack in the center of it. If you’re acquainted with hair roots at all, you know they typically create a pimple. And so, I imagined this spot on my face to be front and center stage, magnified at 100X in bright spot lights…when others looked at me, this is all they saw. Needless to say, I was self conscious, but God used it for good. He wanted me to become aware that this still brought me shame because of what was said to me so many years ago…I covered it up and never brought it to His feet.
Oh my- whatever it takes, right? Yes, God will, like a good Father should. He is good.

And while this isn’t to gain pity, but to only call out Satan for what He is (i.e. liar, accuser, father of lies…) and so that your eyes would also be open to the schemes and tactics he has used on your life, I further share these memories from my older years:

-6th grade: After trying out for a spot to be a cheerleading manager, I was shocked to find that I was actually chosen as one of the four. The humility wore off, and a sense of pride welled up inside of me. This acceptance attached itself to my identity.
-When I tried out for the cheerleading team in 7th grade, I knew I surely had it in the bag. When I didn’t receive a call back at try-outs, I was stunned. Rejection worked its way into my heart.
-My parents divorced when I was in middle school. I was very angry and very sad…but I was going to stay strong and find my own pursuit of happiness….
-Also, in the 7th grade, my hormones got the best of me, and I had heart eyes for a boy. A new kid in town. Oh the mystery these students add in the air at schools. So, the more the girls talked him up, the more I wanted to be called “his.” Lust tempts us in, calls us to be something we are not, in hopes for something we think will makes us feel loved, accepted, beautiful, and fulfilled. So, I finally got the attention I wanted. This title attached itself to my identity. When we broke up, I didn’t know myself. When we got back together, I was something. We were together and then not together…this “on and off again” relationship of ours carried into high school.

-9th grade: cheerleading and popularity became my identity. Not only did I make the JV cheerleading squad for the football team, but I was personally asked to cheer for the basketball team, as well. Wow, did my head get big. I was something, alright. Even though I chose to label myself with titles such as these, the popularity was exhausting. I “had” to keep up an image and I involved myself in drama way bigger than necessary. While I was concerned about who said what about my “toe-touch” at the half time performance, some students in the stands were worried about where they were going to sleep that night. These petty worries of mine were really masking my deepest brokenness, but you see… I wanted to “fit-in.” I assumed these people didn’t have trials and hardships, so I shouldn’t either. In my eyes, their lives seemed picture-perfect, so mine had to appear that way too. Throughout high-school, I enjoyed conversing with all of my classmates, and I did find that I acted most like myself…real, raw, and happy… around those who weren’t necessarily called “jocks” and even one-on-one with girls from my “clique.” I took some of the comments to heart that my peers in class said to me…comments like: “I’d thought you’d be different and stuck-up.” This made me question my life, in some sort of way…is this what people think when they see me in uniform? Stuck-up and mean? I’ve always been a thinker. Sensitive and emotional. (Even more so, after I was told I was too sensitive and I would never make it in this world. That’s when I learned to appear strong). Anyway, these comments from other students caused me to *start* reevaluating my choices.
-My boyfriend and I were doing things we shouldn’t be doing, but to me...it meant love. However, I was confused at how empty I was feeling inside my heart.
-The summer before 10th grade: I was so hung up on my image. I followed some random girl I had come across on Xanga. She had the “perfect” body and “perfect” boyfriend, with their oh-so “perfect” videos together. The more I creeped on her profile, the more I envied and coveted their life. Somewhere I read that she was vegetarian, so I was going to use that method as a means to achieve her skinny physique. By orientation my sophomore year, I had dropped a severe amount of weight. I broke up with my boyfriend and I had quit cheerleading after conditioning was over. I’m sure truth came out in a harsh way, that I didn’t like the way “friends” were talking behind their supposed friends backs. I know things could have been done differently; I didn’t have to walk away with my nose in the air, as if I was “better-than.” Looking back now, I realize that was just as hurtful and wrong- if not more so.
- My vegetarian habits trickled into an eating disorder called anorexia. I soon became numb as the pounds shed. I no longer was interested in the same things I once was. I broke up with my boyfriend. I became distant with the people I once associated myself with. The lunch table filled me with anxiety. “Who do I sit with? What question are they going to ask me today about my food? What are they thinking? Why is everyone looking at me?”  Finally, it got so bad, I went to the bathroom and ate in the stall. I soon found I didn’t have to cope with that anymore…that I could go to the library and read, instead. So, that’s what I did; even if it meant skipping another 200 calories in my diet, at least I wouldn’t have to deal with anxiety. I joined a reading club after school and walked home afterwards to burn more calories.*
-I was living with my Mom and some years after the divorce, she gave her life to Christ and one day, she took me into a Christian bookstore with her. The only thing I asked her to buy me was a purity ring up at the front of the counter. At the time, I didn’t know what or who compelled me to want that, but she bought it after looking at me with a confused look on her face. I placed it right on my finger after we left.

*The summer before 10th grade, I was up at 5 am nearly every morning. For no reason other than to work-out and start my day early. “I can’t sleep, I’ve got to burn calories.” Obsessing about my weight, I would do exercises before Mom woke up, because I knew I would get an ear full of her concern if I did it for her to see. I would walk around the neighborhood and once a neighbor called out to me to poke fun at my daily routine. Little did he know that his funny joke was actually hurtful. What I had was a serious disease, but people didn’t know how to respond. I caved and went inside to cry in front of Mom. Out of concern for me, she called that man and explained his comment hurt me. He sincerely apologized. This restlessness to stay skinny was hypnotizing and exhausting. I would obsess over food and after working out, I turned on the food channel to feed my obsession (a.k.a. FEAR…I was a slave to it.) I would do jumping jacks or sit-ups during the commercials. At the age of 15, I was definitely less than 100 pounds at a height of 5’6”-I could easily fit into a size 00 in pants and xs in shirts. Although I was skinny, I would not look in the mirror at myself. I saw skin and bones, but I was fearful of becoming “fat.” It was truly a sickness and it hurts to look back at my severely broken self at that state. (Just outside of broken, is Beautiful…she was going to discover the Good News!)

The loneliness and barrenness was taking its toll on all areas of my health. I wanted the numbness no more… I wanted what color- I once had- back in my life. Half way through sophomore year, I finally decided to prescribe my own sickness because I wasn’t going to be taken to the doctor. No way. I got back in touch with my boyfriend. Then, I gradually started to eat more calories. I remember my first meal outside of my own control was at Waffle House where we and our friend all went. I ordered the All-star and cleaned my plate, then proceeded to eat some of his waffle, too. He and our friend were pretty shocked, needless to say. One night, during Christmas break, God gave my mom a vision of eyelashes while she was laying in bed. Holy Spirit quickened her…Kalynn. Go check on Kalynn. She got up in the middle of the night, walked to the kitchen and found me gorging myself at the pantry. In her mind, I was eating. Hallelujah! Can you blame my mom? She knew to fight on her knees.
Her appearance startled me, but I played it off like I was only in there for a mid-night snack. Really, I was just developing another extreme eating disorder called binging.

Christmas break was over. I had gained a significant amount of weight back before school started again, and I couldn’t wait to show that I was healthy again! …Except, I didn’t get the reaction I wanted. In homeroom, I made sure to bring TWO Chick-fil-A biscuits with me to show my classmates I WAS EATING! YAY! They must have missed something because their bewildered eyes showed me that it just wasn’t clicking. Just like that man in my neighborhood, these people didn’t know how to respond. I’ll never forget an acquaintance asking me, though, if I was pregnant. I was surely stunned, devastated and in disbelief. I left school that day so down. What was worse…my boyfriend would not be with me at school ever again. He moved at the start of the year to another city. My expectations completely failed and everything turned out differently than I had imagined it would.

Bitterness and rebellion tempted me. And so, I gave into it.

It started with my choice to take off my purity ring. Then, when I turned 18, I smoked cigarettes and hid them. Even though I hated it, I did it for the feeling of empowerment. Satan used my “yes” to bitterness and rebellion as a foothold for more temptation…and I fell into it. I soon associated myself with a party lifestyle. The devil stacked more lies on my identity because of my own bad choices.

As I got older, things changed but my patterns remained the same.
Addiction
The desire to eat well and exercise was presenting itself to me again. I started running outside with my friend and her boyfriend. I huffed and cussed the whole two miles, but we became disciplined enough to see results. After graduating high school, my friend and I were really passionate about health and fitness. (Side note: I grew up with my mom being an aerobics instructor. Along the way, I caught wind.)
Promiscuity
I was living outside of God’s will even though sex outside of marriage was convicting me very much. However, I was so fearful I might lose who I was again if we broke up.

I was somehow filling the emptiness of my sexual sin and the deep wounds it soon caused with the addiction of working out and eating right. By 2012, I was a full-fledged “health nut.” I was at a comfortable weight, but still, I was obsessing over every calorie I consumed. I logged all of meals on an app called “myFitnessPal”… calculating every calorie-all the way to the tsp of mustard. This way of living, though I appeared healthy, was still chaining me down in bondage and captivity…I was a prisoner in my own body and I didn’t know how to escape. I didn’t want to get "fat"…again. Plus, I was starting to become noticed in the gym.

As far as I was concerned, in sophomore year and throughout high school…I was a nobody. The attention I got from others in the gym and the comments I received on my fitness posts on Instagram made me feel like a somebody again. If you’ve read my testimony, you know the gym quickly became my idol. This is where I belonged, This makes me come alive. This is where I shine. This made it easier to cope with rejection and hurt, and splitting up with my boyfriend. Talents and gifting can only bring us so far. That same wave of emptiness filled me again. (yeap, that’s an oxymoron…score!) I was starting to really desire the faith I shared on Facebook. I’d post my devotions on Facebook  because I wanted to be like Mom in her quiet time; however, she was actually absorbing God’s Word. Because God is faithful, He still used what little faith I had … the size of a mustard seed…I wasn’t just convicted, but I was beginning to desire true fulfillment. Something the world couldn’t offer me.

July 9th 2015 - I discovered the Good News and Jesus met me in all mess…in all my brokenness, all my sin and past mistakes. I was finding my Healer in Him. What grace.

The work has only just begun. I would love to say that after feeling the wave of grace upon grace that day…that the peace that washed over me and brought me to my face on a bathroom floor perfected me then and there, but it’s really not that simple. Growth is a process and we are on this journey- even with its bends on our way. I have learned to become thankful for a God who cares more about building our character than fixing our circumstances.

After being assured of my salvation, I have battled seasons of depression. Satan didn’t disappear just because I found Jesus. It wasn’t true for Paul in prison, and it isn’t for us either. “We still have to deal with the physical ailments, environmental evils, and relational hardships of this planet. But because of our spiritual location, we always have a hope. And through Christ, we can bring the victory of heaven into our experience on earth.” (Shirer) AMEN!!!

I still gave into my old patterns of addiction when rejection stabbed me. I still stepped into the  pantry instead of turning to Jesus. I’ve allowed the weight gain to label me “ashamed.”

I’ve missed weddings and celebrations because I didn’t want to be seen. This is so very disheartening. I am reminded of all my tears of frustration as my eyes begin to water. There’s a certain kind of pain when remembering how weak and sad I was…”was” being not that long ago…

For instance, back in July this year, God led me to do a study by Christine Caine called “Unashamed.” It definitely nudged at my spirit, so I ordered the book at Barnes and Noble; when it was ready for pick-up, I invited Mom along with me one day after work. Immediately when we walked in, I saw someone I knew heading for the check-out line. I ran to the back of the store, even though my books were waiting for me up at the front. I didn’t tell Mom anything. Instead, I just scurried and mumbled that I wanted to browse for a bit. When I felt coast was clear, I put down the books I was skimming and told her I was ready. As we were waiting to check-out, she had hopped back out of line to look at journals. It didn’t matter though, because “coast was clear.” (so I thought) I made my way back to her then got back in line so she could make her purchase. THEN, this day took a 360…Barnes and Noble wouldn’t relent (a store I could replace with name with "Guy1 and Guy2") YES, another familiar face made his way through the double doors and I ducked to hide mine. I quickly asked Mom for the car keys. It took her a minute but I was adamant. When she finally did, I put my sunglasses on and scurried once again, out of the store for good this time. In the car, I cried out to God. “Help me walk in confidence. I want to be a light for You. Why do I care so much what other people think? You are enough. I want to believe that with every fiber of my being, Lord. Please, help me be courageous. Help me be walk in the freedom You have given me.”

I skimmed through the “Unashamed” study guide as I sat waiting… And what I found were convicting words in the very first pages. Session 1 was titled: “Run, Don’t Hide.”
 
That was just one instance, but there have been many occasions, even in my walk with Christ, that I have fallen short of the glory. Do I want to be made well? Yes.
I know the truths of God.
I know the work of the Cross was for me.
I know Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
I know my identity as a daughter of God.
I see how far God has brought me. I know the powerful inner strength that I posses in His name.

I believe that taking off the old-self, and putting on the new-self takes discipline. The desires of God arise in my spirit and become my desires also. Soon, I start functioning and delighting in the things of God.

“Do not fret because of evildoers, nor be envious of the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. TRUST in the Lord, and do good; DWELL in the land, and feed on His faithfulness, DELIGHT yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart.” (Psalm 37:4)

How amazing!

And so, through our struggles, God can surely make the broken, beautiful. He can turn what the devil meant for evil and use it for good!

At the beginning of this year, a friend of mine briefly mentioned YWAM in conversation and something in my spirit was stirring. Several months later, a co-worker also mentioned it in our conversation. And so, I did what I knew to do…Google and Facebook. As I was scrolling through the pictures on the YWAM LA Facebook page, I noticed a familiar face. I pulled up her page and she was on staff with them, so I messaged her with some questions. She happened to work out at the campus in Colorado, so I considered there as well. After talking to her, I messaged Mom that I may be doing a discipleship training school out in Colorado in September or in LA, January of next year. She didn’t question it. In fact, she encouraged it.

The Lord was calling me to a specific DTS. I researched all types, but the one I knew was for me, without a doubt, was called BADTS. I prayed to God and asked for others to join me in prayer over the opportunity that had presented it self. The weeks proceeding, He gave me a couple signs. I was led to a special lady who I had known. She invited me into her home and I told her the deepest darkest secrets of my story. Our connection was divine. She found compassion for me and shed light into those parts that I couldn't see passed before. Not only could she relate, but she encouraged me of a hope and a future that was mine in Jesus Christ. I received such rich prophesy into the depths of my soul. I walked out that night feeling so comforted by Jesus AND I had a word from God. His love was so very tangible. She was the first to donate a sacrificial offering for this next adventure God had in mind…and in faith, she believed I would be accepted.*

One morning, I was driving into work and pulled up behind a car with a California license plate that had a September tag.

The answer wasn’t clear, so I believed the Lord was giving me a choice. September was in just a few months and I felt that was too little time, so I chose the LA location and remained in prayer. I wanted to follow God’s will and not my own. I took the steps in faith that He would open or close doors. I knew that whatever happened, I would be okay. An answer from God is a good answer. If it’s “yes,” He is good. If it is a “no,” He is still good. The application process seemed to go smooth. The physical at the doctors was hard for me. I didn’t want to step on the scale or sit in a doctor’s office, but I did what I had to do. I took the day off to find my immunization records because my pediatrician had shut down and none of my records were in the database. My high school purges all of the records after graduation. Thankfully though, the college I attended returned my message with great news! They had a copy of my immunization records! Perhaps I'll save what happened the rest of that day, for another time. Let’s just say, the spiritual battle was intense!
“Satan knows he cannot destroy you. Too late for that. The best he can do (and he intends to make full use of it) is to make your time on earth futile and unproductive, to suffocate you with sin, insecurity, fear, and discouragement until you are unable to live freely and fully. He can’t ‘unseat’ you, but he can intimidate you and render you ineffective and paralyzed.” (Shirer)

YES! AND I BELIEVE MY GOD IS BIGGER!!!

*Not only did she offer me riches that day (spiritual truths and financial provision), she also invited me to be a part of her faith based fitness boot-camp for no charge. This group is a community of believers, who pray and work-out together. I would like to say, I’ve put myself out there, but I haven’t. Even though she invites me and reassures me that it’s a safe place, I let other things take precedence. I know work and a few other things have taken priority and rightfully so, but there have been days where I told myself I was going to go only to beat myself up because I couldn’t bring myself to be seen. Maybe, I didn’t jump, but God placed other things that have helped me step out, one foot at a time. “There is a time for everything.” I do trust His timing. I will forever be grateful for her godliness and genuine care- no doubt about it!

And, so…

YWAM LA BADTS???…”that’s a lot of ‘letters’…What does all of it mean??”

Let’s break it down (on the dance floor):
Youth With A Mission, Los Angeles- Beauty Arise Discipleship Training School
“The vision of Beauty Arise is to carry the truth about beauty, identity, and value to girls and women in every culture. In Beauty Arise we are passionate about seeing girls and women become who God created them to be and we are looking for students who share that passion. The BADTS is for women who are serious about furthering that vision in the world. Students can expect to be trained as leaders who engage with the women in their lives and boldly minister the love of God to them. There will be exposure to various forms of ministry to women in different cultures such as serving backstage at fashion events in the city to spending time with women living on the streets of Skid Row. There will also be an emphasis on using social media as a tool to communicate truth.” (http://ywamla.org/dts/badts/)

This is what I want to continue to grow in. More importantly, I want to see God’s truth come alive in the souls of so many other women that have become a prisoner in their own body. God can, and God will have His way!

I am so thankful for the people who have remained faithful in prayer through the acceptance process!

I received a phone call September 9th from the staff at YWAM and was really encouraged. Not only was I accepted after being made aware of some things, but one of the leaders shared a story with me. He then spoke Jeremiah 29:11 to exhort, edify and encourage my heart, soul, and mind. He and the leader of the BATDS prayed and believed in God’s full deliverance for me. God used all of this to fill me with peace and hope! I had a "TJ maxx moment" the week or so before (which you know are a thing if you read my one of my previous blogs.) I found a journal sitting out of its place in the check-out lane. I bought it because 1.) I was running out of space in my previous one. 2.) The aesthetics. (The fact that there was a tree on it and I loved the bible verse.) 3.) I felt it was most appropriate to start a new adventure in, whether God’s answer was yes or no. He wasn’t going to lead me astray. I knew He had called me… whether to test me or bless me, or both…I surely had heard from the Lord.

Just look at it ;-]


After I was accepted, the very next day, God confirmed the school’s “yes” with His. I truly have such a peace. I am in the process of setting up a GoFundMe page for the outreach phase. For 3 months I will be in LA growing in my relationship with God in community, and together we will be trained and equipped to do our part in the Great Commission. This is called the lecture phase and I will be paying for this myself. The next step is the outreach phase. And if it is His will, the next two months I will be a part of international, cross-cultural mission, spreading the Good News of the gospel to other women!

I will soon put a link up to the GoFundMe page once completed. First, I wanted to share with you better insight of what God has placed inside my heart.

Thank you for your time, prayers and help in spreading the Good News! I want to be a woman fully consecrated and devoted to the Lord, who not only knows her identity, but walks in it. I don’t want to be stagnant; I want to be sent. This is my prayer for all of you! I pray He would speak to your soul in the only unique way He can. I do hope my story reminds you of your purpose and calling.

The following Sunday, I heard this said in the message from Dave Rhodes:
“God doesn’t just pass over our brokenness. He doesn’t just put us back together and say, ‘just forget about everything that ever happened in your life that broke you.’ No, He’s way better than that. He’s not scared of it. He steps into our brokenness. For all the things people scarred us with. For all the things we scarred ourselves with…instead of those being open wounds in our life, they become beauty marks that testify to the world that our God is good. He steps into the brokenness and makes it beautiful again!”

…okay, cue the tears.

Now friends, LET HOPE ARISE
Yes. Keep hanging onto the promises of God. This journey is- most definitely- going somewhere good! Just look UP.

In Him, with much Love,
-K <3


P.S. Don’t forget J-O-Y…Jesus Overshadows You
In faith say it…”For me to live is Christ.”
{Chosen. Created. Called.}


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Fear is a Prompting to Pray



“well, yes. Of course.” (what you may be thinking)

What if God wanted to shine another perspective…something more than just the most obvious reason?

something beyond simply rebuking fear in the name of Jesus…  yes, His word says “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.” (1 John 4:18-19)

1. Fear ultimately does not come from God.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”
(2 Timothy 1:7)

2. But God allows it since everything must go through Him.
“For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things…” (Romans 11:36)

3. But i don’t believe that makes God a tyrant King.
“[Because] we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)


Yesterday i was driving home from work on Hwy 78.
four lanes.
at rush hour.
traffic.

(details only to emphasize the feelings and thoughts that overwhelmed me after i pulled into the turning lane to go left)

The yellow enclosed, middle lane was well backed up beyond the dotted lines…approximately 20 cars sat waiting their turn. i haven't ever had to get over that far back from this particular red light before, so this was a first. YOLO.

YOLO is correct because i had “mad adrenaline” from instant fear as i was at a standstill…in a blind spot… i was hidden from oncoming traffic because i was perfectly placed where the turning lane curved and so the car in front of me hid me all too well. (my thoughts anyway…) i have reflected on the tension that consumed me… i believe there was a build up of events to onset it. One reason being that turning lanes were one of the two fears my mom has ever voiced having, so maybe that was something i allowed myself to get fearful about as well.
Also, previously that morning…on our way to work…my friend and i were passing by this same exact spot and i told her about a wreck that i had seen here and how the Lord put tremendous compassion on my heart to pull over, pray, comfort…at least do something.

With all this said, as you can imagine, i started freaking out as cars zoomed past in both directions… feeling their wind as they sped to get wherever they were going. After all the scenarios running through my mind- from how a car could be distracted to them having one “ut-oh” on the wheel sending us into a head-on collision- i started declaring life over myself and prayed for safety and that the devil and his evil spirits would flee…all in the name of Jesus.

“you’re thinking of yourself…”
ouch, God.

i could agree that my fear was somewhat irrational and then selfish, and so the Holy Spirit quickened me to pray for someone i had no clue of.
This fear…if God allowed it…it must be for some purpose right?
And although there were no accidents around me that i could see with my visual eye, my heart cried out because my spiritual eye saw something that was beyond me.

*Fear was becoming an indicator for intercession.*

It felt silly at first, but i believed the Lord wanted me to pray for “them”…their healing in the hospital was the main request i sent “Home.” i was begging for God to cover “them” with His angels and to restore whatever is broken.

The arrow signal turned green. As i was making my way off the Hwy and onto the road, i was still pleading the same plea, just saying it every way possible.

Then…
…something just completely incredible…
Up ahead i saw two sets of blue lights and then i knew God’s voice was for certain.. Indeed, His Holy Spirit was prompting me to pray over something bigger than myself. God was using what Satan meant for evil and using it for good. Although i didn’t know the details, the Holy Spirit knew and i believe He was interceding. PRAISE GOD!!! He is Almighty!!!

i finally approached the scene with its two cop cars and a tow truck…it seemed as though the fire truck(s) and ambulance(s) had already made it and left, meaning the victims were already taken to the hospital. By faith alone, do i believe that to be true because of what was placed on my heart to pray just moments before.

Concerning Romans 8:28, i decided to read the context and the verses that come before it (8:26-27) says, “Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is becase He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God.” wow.

Today my friend Cortland, knowing nothing about what happened yesterday or what i had set in stone with God once i got back home, started talking about fear. Then later about being filled with the Holy Spirit and His giftings…specifically the gift of tongues, which then brought up the conversation of intercession. Cortland also referenced these verses. Before i left to go meet up with him, i jotted in my journal because the Lord was putting it on my heart to share in a blog what happened the day before. i didn’t want to forget every thing that was coming to mind when i came back home to type. God being God and doing His oh so wondrous God things, worked through Cortland to confirm His will for this next post. So awesome.

In conclusion, fear is always an indicator to pray. God is love and love never uses fear to warn us by sending us into a frenzy that something bad is going to happen to us. i am constantly learning His character and this is something that has taken some time to comprehend.
Let fear then be used against Satan and kill two of his demons with one stone: (the stone being prayer) Prayer for another, therefore taking the fear-focus off yourself. DOUBLE-WAM…+2 for the Kingdom!

Every fear lives inside the dark.
But that’s not who we are.
we are children of the day!
-Kari Jobe

With so much love,
XO

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Sisterhood of the Traveling Ring

Hi sweet family!

*There’s a Hope that cries out to the unbeliever. And there’s a Hope that calls out to the dry, “dead” Christian. “Come ALIVE; be re-born!”*

i am pretty stoked to share this “ah-ha” moment i have had with God and i am beyond excited for the revelation to unfold in your lives too! i’ve been a bundle of stir-crazy waiting to explode. Let’s pray, first!

Dear Heavenly Father, there is an unending thank You list running through my heart. Your fullness has been made known to me. ‘Three in One’ is no longer a religious concept that i read and hear about. You have pierced the deepest part of my soul and i have encountered You in a real way. Hallelujah, Jesus! Forgive me for living a controlled life. Thank You for Your mercy! i surrender my whole heart for Your holy love. Yes, Jesus- You have set me free! i lay down my plans, my solutions…my life is Yours. Take it all. Lead the way; i will follow You.
Lord, let Your Holy Spirit fall fresh on us, we need You here now. Thank You for this sweet sister, this sweet brother. Thank You for the opportunity i have been given to share what You have done in me. i pray that You would open the eyes of her heart, his heart to be attune to Your voice and that Your words would  speak to them there and not just in their mind. i pray You would become so real to them, Emmanuel! You died as Savior and as Lord for us here as in heaven. i pray they wouldn’t miss out today like i have for so many years. You are the Greatest Love there is. It’s in the sweet name of Jesus, we pray. Amen.

Like many others’ personal encounters with Christ, i first confronted my true self, experienced God’s grace, and now i only want to live my life sharing the Good News with others!
That really was the basis of my testimony. Only now, another big puzzle piece has found its place! “Just when i thought my ‘hallelujah’ was tired, He gave me a new song!”1

When i first started blogging at the beginning of 2013, i titled it “Radical Self-Love and Positive Affirmations.”
When i found my walk with {the Lord} last year, He encouraged me to change the name to “This Journey with God (Becoming all that i was created to be in Christ).”

Just now, i wanted to reflect back to my very first blog post.
To my amazement, this is what i titled it: “My BIG “Ah-ha” Moment Unraveled (Journey of Overcoming Obstacles and Breaking Through Strongholds)” ** i promise, i referred back to it in the process of writing, and not before i began prefacing this post…i’ll even “Girl Scouts Honor” it.** i may be going out on a limb here, but i think this instance was a small-scale indicator that we should pay attention to the patterns in our lives. They are not happenstance. Isn’t God good! He knows we are creatures of habit, flustered by change; and so, He throws in constant themes, reoccurrences, and patterns to grab our attention. Over and over, time after time does He do this and still we ignore the knocks and call it “happenstance”…”coincidence.”
Needless to say…this journey (once we are on it) leads us from one “ah-ha” moment that spurs us on to the next, and so on and so forth calling us deeper and growing us wiser in the knowledge of Him.

it took the first 10-11 years of my life (don’t know the exact age) for me to say “yes” to God. i confessed “with my mouth” Jesus as my Lord and Savior. i only accepted Him in my heart as Savior. “Yeah, i don’t want to be damned to hell. Please and thank You. Okay, great…now that we got that out of the way…”

But after that moment, it took the next 13-14 years of being pursued for me to say “yes” to Jesus as my Lord. His pursuit never stopped. How relentless! How romantic.
There was no sense of relationship with my Father, God. There was no healing power or deliverance from the weight of my sins. i steered the wheel and sought my own solutions to my problems…and yet, i still carried the burden of shame, guilt, and pain.
i believed in God and believed in the story of Jesus. However, there was a tremendous disconnect due to a lack of relationship...the puzzle piece that had been missing after those years of becoming saved was highly essential to my inner peace. The key piece was the Lordship of Jesus Christ. my Hope. my Blessed Assurance. my Joy. my Bridegroom. my Confidence. my Cornerstone. my EVERYTHING! i was essentially still "living" for myself, instead of dying to self to become ALIVE in Christ.
i had a hard time with saying/hearing the name "Jesus". In worship, when it got to a part where you said His name, i remember feeling so uncomfortable...awkward to the max. In mentioning my faith to others-it was always "God" never "Jesus". (Clear indicator i was lost) ...What {good} was i professing? What set me apart from other religions who also have a god. Jesus is essential in being a CHRISTian. How did i miss that?
i was a bored, dry, dead “Christian” who wondered if there was “something more” pssst….THERE WAS SOMETHING MORE!!!
Jesus was Lord and Savior waiting in a far away place. Because of that deception, i was missing out on the one thing my soul was longing for.

But…as i was giving up control, i told God to bring to surface all that i was saving for Judgment Day. (that may sound weird to say, but it was pretty much what i was doing.) Anyway, through a Bible study, i was heavily encouraged by the Holy Spirit to ask God: “Expose me, Lord!...Bring to light my darkness!”

“Lord” Yes…i called Him “Lord” numerous times before then, too.

“But why do you call Me ‘Lord, Lord’ and do not do the things which I say?” (Luke 6:45)
*that was a BIG CONVINCTION just this past week…Which is why i now feel the peace to write about this because i was able to fully repent and in return, God gave me the A-OK.

So…moving on…
He was still faithful to my prayer request and answered me the very next day. i know it was Him.
He exposed it gently, but exact.
It was revealing, not rehashing.
Hard and trying…
Convicting, not condemning.
He wanted to resurface the wound. Not to point and laugh. Not to reprimand me. Not to cause me suffering.
Instead, He desired to walk with me through it. He wanted to bring me ultimate inner healing. He wanted to show Himself to me. He would later tell me about all the wooing He had in fact done. Over time, i would realize all the instances in which i “stood Him up” for lesser things. For boys who didn’t care about my heart. For pleasure that couldn’t satisfy me. For a label to make me feel secure and validated and worth it. There’s not a closet big enough that holds all the roses Jesus brought to me. i turned Him away at every knock. i didn’t care about dancing with Him, my boutonniรจre was for the man that was going to come “sweep me off my feet” and give me the American Dream.

but on this day, i really needed Him. i needed Him to fix this wound…

The news wasn’t good and my world, as i knew it, got flipped upside down... the walls started caving in. The floor opened up underneath me. Every thing that i built my life to stand upon wasn’t sturdy…that much was evident.

“Whoever comes to Me and hears My sayings and does them, I will show you whom he is like: he is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on the rock. And when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently against that house, and could not shake it, for it was founded on the rock. But he who heard and did nothing is like a man who built a house on the earth without a foundation, against which the stream beat vehemently, and immediately it fell. And the ruin of that house was great.” (John 6:47-49)

my heart lay shattered, my house, my life in crumbles…all in front of my feet. my shame and guilt had reached an all-time high. What was i to do?

i needed to try something… someone new, obviously… and so, i did what felt right.
The Bible study on the book, “The Mended Heart” encouraged me to pray to God specifically. And so, when He answered me specifically the very next day, i decided to try Who the author, Suzanne Eller, recommended. Through her, God referred me to Jesus.
He was speaking to this broken heart of mine, but i was clouded by my immediate, selfish need to see what Jesus was really after.

When i gave my life to Jesus as Lord, the Holy Spirit came over me, showering me with His presence. It brought me to my knees and then to my face. On a bathroom floor.

…a bathroom floor, y’all.
i was cleaning in bleached up pants and a t-shirt. My hair was in a frizzy bun on the top of my head. i wasn’t wearing make-up.
“Just as you are, come.”

but here’s what you don’t know…
When the song “Healer” by Kari Jobe came on in that moment, i really believed God could miraculously heal, in the physical sense. i believed with my whole heart that He could supernaturally work wonders in my generation and for me. i knew the washing of the Holy Spirit was so strong for a reason. i was surrendering my life, but in that moment, i don’t think i saw what i was really surrendering for.
i wanted Jesus to fix the circumstance.
When what i was believing and hoping for didn’t come, i really could have shaken my fist at God. However, He knew there was more stripping to do for me to understand. Lovingly, He decided to wrap me in His arms at my lowest point. He remained patient. Man, i’ve never seen anyone so patient.
i could have said “how dare you deceive this fragile heart!” i really could have walked away from trying the “Jesus thing,” but something in me gave me an unmovable peace. i believe God brought me to Natalie-my sweet cousin- specifically during this time. She was family i didn't see on a day-to-day basis, but she was close enough for me to trust and she was more mature in her walk with
Christ than i was. She continued to sympathize with my hurt all the while encouraging me in THE truth which tore down all of Satan's lies one by one. Because of her, i have a clear depiction of Jesus. i saw how He would handle the situation. And not, only for my sake, but so that it may someday be portrayed through me for the sake of another sister or brother. Because of her obedience to pray and then discipled me, i was discovering the best intimacy my soul would ever know. i was discovering Jesus, and in turn, He was giving me an in identity in Him. It’s truly the strangest thing. i really don’t think it was in of myself to trust Him even still. It was Christ in me. i believe that whole-heartedly. Chosen.

“just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, having predestined us to adoption as sons [and daughters] by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He made us accepted in the Beloved.” (Eph. 1:4-6)

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“And so ‘Sisterhood of the Traveling Ring’???? Tell me. How is that title relevant?”

Okay, have i pre-prefaced, prefaced, and post-prefaced enough?

About a year ago (this was before i gave my life to Christ), i bought a $14.99 (on sale for $7.99) cross ring at Marshal’s. This sounds a bit silly, but i literally wrestled with making the purchase. i’m pretty sure people noticed my coming and going in the jewelry section. i walked back and forth. “This woman is either indecisive, crazy, or OCD.” (“or all the above,” i would’ve unabashedly proclaimed.)

This was the conversation going on in my mind (i literally was oblivious to any Marshal’s employee or fellow shopper because of all this “chatting” going on, anyway...)

Heck yeah, what a deal!
You don’t need anymore jewelry.
But it’s a cross ring!
Once you buy it, you can’t return it…final sale.
…oh whatever! i am getting it! Satan, be gone!!!!

i immediately slipped it on my finger. That is, after leaving the store…i mean, i didn’t shoplift... i swiped my visa, made the ~$70 purchase (we all know there was more items weighing on my dilemma, okay) and left the store (ahem…as an innocent, *loyal* customer), i searched my bags and took out the ring, stripped it from its tag, and placed it on my left middle finger.

Time went on.

June 24th 2015
The first profound experience when wearing it was in an abandoned Big Lots parking lot. i was on the phone with a friend i had been dodging difficult conversation with because conflict arose. It’s what i knew to do in those circumstances… run and/or sweep things under the rug when the going got tough. But my sister was relentless (in the best way) to save the friendship… she was adamant about working through it together. Even though my attitude was ugly, she continued to strive for reconciliation right then and there! God brought the conflict around full circle and i learned what grace was. Thank you, Brittany. i am eternally grateful for you, sweet sister.

Completely overwhelmed by the outpour of the Holy Spirit, i got off the phone and went into the gym (where i was headed when i got her phone call) and couldn’t even wait a second longer. i wanted to share the Good News of what grace can do! so i posted a picture of my hand bedazzled with the ring that was soon to hold an even bigger significance. (little did i know…)

(at that time, i didn’t care if my words in that caption didn’t make sense…the joy i was feeling was enough for me!)

July 9th 2015
Grace found me.
…literally two weeks and a day later.
God was using Brittany.
Her yielded heart towards Him allowed her to show me grace…a preface of God’s grace…Jesus.
i’m just going to dance and sing for a second! Hallelujah!! It’s just as awesome today, as it was then.

Time went on.

God was putting a dream inside me to pass the ring along. i was excited to do that but i wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. It became very special to me as it had just developed true meaning…little by little, i was grasping the meaning of the cross, and so i was reluctant to take it off until i fully grasped that (and then some). Thankfully, God wasn’t ready for me too anyway.  =] He was just giving me glimpses of that dream. He had more details to add.
And so, i’ve been carrying it…figuratively “wearing” it… for quite some time after encountering His Grace.

He became real.
and because of that, everything about me was going to change! i was being re-born.
He wanted to give me an identity!
“…with this ring…”

i had watched the movie “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” once before in my life and remembered the concept. A group on long-term friends passing around a pair of pants that magically fit them all. That’s about all i remembered, but it was enough for me to feel like that’s what God wanted to call this idea…His dream that He’s placed inside my heart.

***January 19nd 2016***
i met the tribe of women God had for me. i asked Him for community and He gave me something beyond my wildest imagination. He ordained a group of women who were all on fire, laid-down lovers of Jesus with similar, yet different stories and put us together.
A week prior, i felt pressed to send a group text to Kimberly and a couple other girls from the first and only bible study i ever attended. i really don’t know what compelled me to do so. i said ”…was wondering if y’all were apart of a small group or were wanting to do a bible study again..i’m really missing that! Please let me know!”

Kim responded in a text saying it was funny because they were just talking about one in particular about doing. (My hopes is that they will soon share their part of the story.)
Kim, then called me since we both happened to be taking a lunch break and we chit-chatted for a bit.
i was already saying “yes.”
i had no idea what was in store.
i showed up at Kim’s that following Tuesday to find two familiar faces and two completely new ones. All so very beautiful, shining with the face of the Lord (Num. 6:25).
We became vulnerable with one another. Transparent with our past and present. It wasn’t easy, but the walls started falling fast. i soon recognized that i was not alone in my struggles. They had been in dark places too. my shoulders sank. Lord, thank You! May this be an unbreakable bond!

Time went on. (not our gatherings together…thought that needed to be made clear)

In my downtime, i was reading Max Lucado’s “A Love Worth Giving” and got to chapter 13 titled: “The Ring of Belief.” Love…believes all things (1 Cor. 13:4-7)

“When you speak truth, you are God’s ambassador. As you steward the money He gives, you are His business manager. When you declare forgiveness, you are His priest. As you stir the healing of the body or the soul, you are His physician. And when you pray, He listens to you as a father listens to his son. You have a voice in the household of God. He has given you His ring.” (Lucado)

Reading that, struck me hard.
Keep talking, Lord!

The whole chapter planted a seed and indicated God was still sewing into that dream He placed in my heart.

Time went on.

January 26th, 2016 and February 9th 2016
i got in a wreck that totaled my car. i was on my way to Kim’s, very excited to come together with the ladies in “tribe time.” On my drive over, it was dark, rainy, and trafficky (that’s a word…add it to ya vocab.!) Anyway, i’m fighting my embarrassing confession with light humor…but this IS important and it may very well save your life or someone else’s.
i forgot exactly where Kim lived so i pulled up my Maps while i was driving…something i should have done before leaving the house. In that moment of looking down, i rear-ended the person in front of me. i couldn’t believe this was happening again. This time, the impact was hard enough for my air-bag to deploy. The accident was very surreal. Thank God, we were all okay. **Make your car a no-phone zone, not just “texting prohibited.”** It was now down to 3 girls who could show up to tribe time, so they decided to cancel the bible study for that night. They didn’t feel right moving forward without us all being there. True friendship. i remember Kimmy’s text that night and the comfort i felt reading it. God’s love singles us out and makes us feel special; that’s what i experienced in her concern for me.


Nevermind the burn scars on my forearm from the airbag (they serve as a reminder in more ways than just one.) My poor ring, though…had taken a toll. One of the “diamonds” is missing and it became distorted in such a way that after i took it off, it no longer fit comfortably on my middle finger. i nonchalantly moved it to the next finger over, the one that it fit perfectly…my left ring finger. I didn’t think much about it. That is until two weeks following when i finally met with my girls again.
i was struggling with Jesus being enough. Truly and completely enough for me. i wanted to believe that His grace is sufficient for me (2 Cor. 12:9) with all of my heart, soul, and mind (Matt. 22:37)
Kimberly remembered a tattoo she got of Isaiah 54. At the time, she really didn’t know why she was getting it.
Anyways, the Lord brought it to her mind so she could read scripture over me.
Man, did it come like a wave crashing over me…

“’For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of hosts is His name; and your Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel; He is called the God of the whole earth. For the Lord has called you like a woman forsaken and grieved in spirit, like a youthful wife when you were refused,’ says your God. ‘For a mere moment I have forsaken you, but with great mercies I will gather you. With a little wrath I had My face from you for a moment; but with everlasting kindness I will have mercy on you,” says the Lord, your Redeemer.’” (v.5-8)

i am so blessed by her faithfulness to our God and her obedience to His Holy Spirit.

February 11th 2016
God was patiently waiting for the two and two to come together. He was working with me...bringing the revelation to my heart, making the “ah-ha” moment clear as day. i sat that morning in my quiet time, looked at the ring on my left hand, the finger in which it was placed and then opened my Bible to Isaiah 54 and cried out to the Lord.
Through tears, i shouted, “i am Your bride, Jesus!”
“i’m sorry i have made you last, when You’re the epitome of perfect relationship. i was made for relationship but never have i understood why. Thank you for being enough, King Jesus. You will always be enough!”

                                                 
i now understand why God created marriage.
to display Jesus’ coming to save the church…His bride.
Jesus is THE Bridegroom!
My parent’s divorce taught me differently.
Promiscuity taught me to sell my body for attention and to gain worth.
i even thought the “American Dream” was a good concept… but it wasn’t Biblical.

By His grace alone, i now grasp the beauty of covenant relationship and His desire in creating marriage. i’ve discovered Jesus as the lover of my soul and His knocking will forever be The Ultimate Wooing i’ll ever encounter. And so, i won’t settle for anything less than His best for me. A man who has also made Jesus enough in his heart and is just as much on fire for Him as i am, if not more… so completely wild at heart.
you ladies will know by the way of his pursuit and you’ll know because he knows that the only way to point you is to Jesus. Helping you to keep your eyes fixed on your real Home. Helping you stay in love with your Maker.
**But first, we must experience the biggest intimacy we will ever know. we must find our identity {in Christ}. So many of us make the mistake of jumping into relationship to find our identity there…in a label.
strip off the tags and get back to the basics. you are loved. you are forgiven. Remember Who’s you are.

Believe me, this is a total 360 degree work in me and i love it! Thank You, Lord!
i was also very thankful to receive this truth in my heart right before Valentines Day. Just in the nick of time! He was making me stronger!

March 13th 2016
Pastor Randy came to preach this Sunday morning on Luke 15:11-32 (The Parable of the Prodigal Son).
i was familiar with the story, because it was me, only i was the prodigal daughter. However, this time, something else popped out at me. In verses 22-24 we see the father bring out the very best gifts for his son who has returned home.
The signet ring stood out amongst the robe, shoes and calf. (obvi.)
It gave the prodigal an identity. The father’s love for his son who has returned home remained constant and faithful. The heart of this parable was to showcase God’s unconditional love and the restoration of relationship with Him…our Heavenly Father.
God doesn’t scold us when we want to turn back to Him. Instead, He and all of Heaven rejoice!!!
Into open arms we go.

Good Friday 2016
In John 4, we read about a Samaritan woman. i can relate completely to her… maybe you too? Did you know that the Samaritan woman’s conversation with the Lord is Jesus’ longest one-on-one chat recorded in scripture!?
Yeap; and so, i’m intrigued.
Kim sent me a YouTube video of a Steven Furtick sermon preached Easter 2014. “The Hope of Glory.”2 God directed him to take a nontraditional stance on the message of Easter and it spoke straight into my testimony.

“Jesus will always move away from religious drama and towards the needs of people who are hurting. Jesus will always go out of His way to find and minister to people who others would go out of their way to avoid.” (Furtick)
Jesus broke all social and religious norms by speaking to a woman, who was of a different ethnic and religious background. He was interacting with someone who had indulged in immoral behavior. And He wanted to chat with her, no matter what others thought.

This woman had decided to go to the well at a time of day when no one else would be around. She wanted to be alone, not bothered by anyone. (little did she know…)
Like her, i was hiding.
i was hiding who i really was behind a persona of perfection.
Jesus shows up asking her for a drink…”What do want with me? You are a Jew and me a Samaritan woman?”
He is revealing His identity to her and she doesn’t even realize it. But man, He is so patient. He doesn’t give up on her. What she needed was living water, not water to fill her bucket that day. What she needed was fulfillment that satisfied her soul and the very presence of Joy was standing right in front of her, speaking the same truth in different ways for it to finally “click!”

When Jesus came to me that day on the bathroom floor, i was hoping for something different.

“Sometimes God will bypass what you hope for to give you what you really need.” (Furtick)

i needed true Hope Himself! The hope of Jesus Christ!
and so, Love came down and flooded me. i was washed by Living Water.
Like the Samaritan woman, it has taken time for this to all make sense. Revelation by revelation, i grasp Who He is, what He has done, and who i am {in Him}.

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Back at the end of January, another huge revelation was being planted when my sweet sister, Megan Haynes, gave us all a “Giving Key” necklace each with different words carved into them. i have already joked with her and the others about how i was honestly bewildered when i saw the word “Hope” on the one i received. “M.H., don’t you know God made ‘courage” my word for this year?” (little did i know…)

Along with receiving Megan’s gift, (which i would later find to be impactful) we had started a new series at Grace on spiritual gifting called “i found my place in grace.” This was obviously very exciting for me. After saying “yes” to Jesus last year and having the realization of Who He is be made known to me personally, i then wanted to understand who i was as His follower. i wanted to know what God designed me to do. (Every day on this journey we discover what He designed us to do because every morning we wake up to something new. On the path we may find someone else who is hungry and in need. A different friend calls us for our help. A saddened sister/brother needs a hug. Will we go where He calls? Will we act on what He nudges us to do?)
Yes, i understand that to be the bigger picture. That’s our sense of purpose.
But you have to understand, i was needing direction in my life. i had completed two years of college with no degree and decided to work full time for my mother’s business, cleaning houses. i truly enjoy it.
It’s humbling.
It’s freeing.
i can worship out loud 95.7% of the time.
i can drop to my knees on a bathroom floor.
There’s a lot of joy to be found in what i do.
On the realistic side of it all, i choose to work as an employee with an hourly pay and a set schedule (for the most part). i felt a call for transition was about to approach me. If i wanted to have a family of my own one day, i needed to go back to school and get a “real” job. i was pressuring myself with standards i was holding myself to. Lord, but how can i honor You best? i won’t be satisfied in anything less. Please show me the way.

Rest, my daughter. Walk with me. Work with me. Watch how I do it.
i needed to abide.

February 7th 2016
i came home from church this day completely overwhelmed with His goodness. i was grasping my unique gifting. i really felt the Lord speaking to me through the sermon and i was NOT ready for it to end. i wanted more. Pastor Jon encouraged us to seek prayer in the wings if God was still stirring in us. And so, that’s where i went. i felt like i was gliding, no joke. This was not in of myself to go seek prayer. God and me got this thing. we cool.
Anyway, i saw a familiar face standing in the wings but i was drawn to the first woman in my path. She was radiant. i’ve seen this woman before.
She embraced me and asked how she could pray for me. Suddenly my feet touched the ground. i was confused by her question…i was just excited and wanted to hear more from God why was i here?...but i could only utter a conjumbled sentence…if that’s what it could even be called. “i just really feel the Lord stirring and i need direction and yeah?” (Something a long those lines)
She had my arms in her hands with the biggest smile over her and she summoned Betty to help in this intercession. Long story short, my spirit wept as they were prophesying over me. The sermon beforehand was specifically on the spiritual gift of prophesy. They were each hearing from God, receiving that word and praying it over me. When they were both done, i hugged them. The only thing i could say was “thank you” and “where are the box of tissues?” i left the main building wide-eyed and speechless, and gliding back to my car. i wanted to dwell in His presence forever.
Why did that woman look so familiar?
God reminded me of a moment in TJ Maxx when i was shopping (“the TJ Maxx Moment” is what i refer to instances such as this) i remember waiting in line and a woman who was checking out in front of me glowed. i now know it was because she was carrying the presence of God with her. i didn’t look at her and envy her or become jealous. She was just captivating because she carried God confidence. (please don’t distort what i’m saying with perverse thinking). All women display God’s beauty. (When i read “Captivating” by John and Stasi Eldridge, i gained insight to that truth. It’s a fantastic read!)
The woman who embraced me in the wings was the very same woman who i previously saw in the checkout line at TJ Maxx. God told me to hold on to that moment for a later reason. Awesome.
Not only that…
but, i was wearing my “Hope” key necklace that Megan gave me when this woman prayed over me. Later, i found out that she was not just some random customer at a department store, but wife to the worship leader, Aaron Keyes. Her name Megan Keyes. So neat.

Megan Haynes prayed over the keys before she bought them. The word couldn’t have been more perfect.


March 8th 2016
i was suppose to meet with the ladies this Tuesday, but all of us were in need of serious rest, so we decided to meet a day later in the week.
When we discussed this, i was cleaning at one of my client's homes. i was already planning on how i was going to use the time instead, and to use it wisely. Something reminded of the "sisterhood ring" blog post i wanted to start. And so, like that...my mind was set.
i finished business and came home. i was suddenly struck with a wave of exhaustion, so i sat down on the couch and turned on Netflix.
i rarely ever watch t.v. or turn on Netflix. However, when i do, i expect to get something profound out of it. (God speaks everywhere and through every thing if we just put the glasses on to hear/see *but it must always line up with Scripture*...we also have an enemy who wants to deceive us). Anyway, i waited for it to load.
i kid you not.....
The movie that was already loaded/preset to watch as a "suggestion" (i'm assuming) was "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants"
Oh girl, i never hopped my toosh out of sitting so fast in all my life.
i ran to get my journal, and from then on i had ultimate confirmation from the Lord!!
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Before i go even more on a rabbit trail (which is completely justified since it’s Easter…) let Him drive the point home!

in sharing the details, i hope it reiterates that the details of your life matter to God. When following Him, they will all eventually line up too! Revelation can happen in a day, but it's over time that it beautifully unfolds. Remember that when you want to get ahead. “Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” (Matthew 6:34) God knows what’s its like to be us because He came as Jesus and walked earth fully God and fully man. He understands how we learn. That it takes time. And so, He is patient. “Okay, one day at a time; I am in no hurry, dear.” Even the disciples called Jesus "Messiah" before they came to an adequate understanding of what that designation really meant. Jesus continued to reveal Himself to the Samaritan woman. Like them, we can start to grow in our understanding of who He is.

…with this ring…, i discovered the most intimate relationship there is- that is with Jesus, the Lover of my soul. He became real to me as my Lord, Savior, and Healer in this life also…not just in heaven. i wasn’t experiencing God in my present. Jesus is the redeemer of our past, the *gift for our present* (pun intended), and the Hope for our future. It's why i praise Him using His name, Emmanuel (God with us) because He is. He is so real. And that is where my passion lies- to see a generation experience Jesus as Lord. To have a clear understanding of our identity {in Him}. To see the church revived!! To see His church come out of slumber. To see His bride so in love. To see an army so moved by His presence, so on fire for Him. That's my hope, because Hope came to me and said "you don't have to do it alone. Follow Me, and I'll show you the way." Through trials i soon saw what He was Healer of. My heart. My soul. And that trumps any tragedy/trial i face because i see there is joy to be found in those times. He always comes through and makes good what the enemy intended for evil, because our God is faithful. He is with you. Emmanuel. 

Jesus wants to become real so you can have a confidence to be real in. Come out from hiding behind the faรงade of who you think you should be, in order to be liked. Take off your masks.

Finally, we close with this picture:


In finding my truest identity,
God has stripped me so much that i have been brought back to my childhood so it’s there that He tells me who i am:

"You are a child of God, sweet daughter." (ref to John 1:12)
"Have child-like faith. Not naive, but innocent and simplistic belief in Me. Come back to who you were. There's unending joy to be found there. The place before the world suffocated you in labels of who you thought you had to be. Shake them all off! 

And so, i gathered the FOUR things I always played with as a child. All, but one, are pictured. (Yes, these were the kind of gifts I asked at Christmas. And although they were the upgraded versions that came in my age of double digits, the theme ran constant even prior.)
i played school, and performed concerts for my family. Bless their hearts. And i was the sister who made her brother and his friends play a part too. i drug them into my fairytale weddings and assigned them a role to participate. Bless their hearts.

Anyway, all humor aside, God told me to take a harder look at these items…

My flower-girl dresses i used for “dress-up” (not pictured):
- “The One who has the bride is the Bridegroom. The friend of the Bridegroom, who stands and hears him, rejoices greatly at the Bridegroom's voice. Therefore this Joy of mine is now complete.” (John 3:29)
-we are created for relationship with Him.
-Jesus is the Bridegroom and we, His bride
-we are His church. 


Directors chair:
-Jesus is my Lord.
-Last (but not least), my other sister, Megan Sims has greatly impacted my walk with the Lord too (all of them have already become so significant to me in my journey which is what makes them so special!). Megan obeyed the Holy Spirit and read Scripture over me at a time that it would forever stick. It's the very essence of Lordship with Jesus. It's what it means to follow Him! She read Proverbs 3:5 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your paths. (i have a dรฉcor in my room with this specific verse above and to the side of this chair. It was a gift from two women very dear to me. *Thank you, Mel and Rach ;) and thank You, Jesus. Never would i have put the two and two together.

Projector (my teaching tool):
-“And Jesus came and said to them, ‘All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.’” (Matthew 28:18-20)
-Be transparent. Be real.

Karaoke:
-i love singing and worshipping Jesus through music (even though it’s definitely not my gift nor talent….but, it is pleasing to God!)
"Sing, O daughter of Zion! Shout, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all your heart, O daughter of Jerusalem!" (Zephaniah 3:14)
-Worship music led me to my knees and into my Maker’s Arms.
-Worship has now expanded to all areas of my life extending beyond the four walls of a church building, beyond the 30 or so minutes before/after service. Worship is where Jesus is.
“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord!” (Psalm 150:6)
-And He sings over you and me!
"The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17)

My prayer is that you would let Jesus expose you. "He told me all that i ever did" (john 4:39). i pray that you would believe "not because of what [i] have said," but that you would have your own personal encounter with Jesus (John 4:42)
..."but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in His name." (John 20:31)
my story is just a micro-testament in HIStory and i am excited to watch it become smaller as my sisters receive this ring and share their story too. We all have a testimony and i believe He will use this rinky dinky ring in a powerful way!! May it travel to the ends of the world, bringing Hope in all of your hearts. May it be used to revive His church! May it be used to captivate His bride. May Emmanuel become so very real to you by the power of the Holy Spirit. May He give you your identity back! God bless and keep you always! In Jesus' name i pray. Amen.


and if you leave with one thing today, beloved. i hope you answer the knock at the door.
….& i hope you dance.


with much love,
xo

(i also wanted to thank every sister and every brother who has contributed to my walk with the Lord. The names are innumerable. If you were not personally mentioned in this post, your significance is not any less. While wearing this cross ring i have had countless conversations with you all who have planted seeds just by being true in who you are in Christ. my prayer is that the fruit will flourish on in to your journey too! To my "constants" and to any one who has impacted my life- date back to kindergarten...who knows, maybe even before then: God knows how much of a role you have played in being His Hands and Feet. He knows the essential role you had in carrying me into His arms and i pray one day you will too! You "truth-tellers" have not gone unnoticed to the One who sees and hears it all! Be encouraged!)

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