Tuesday, January 26, 2016

A Heart Uncontained


There's that pull again... That old call to run away. To run from the One that made me; the One that knows my needs before I do. You see me in my gardens; no amount of leaves can hide my shame. 


There's no place I can run that your love won't find me. You see me wherever I hide. You call me out with your whole heart. Singing over me with GRACE and MERCY. 


You don't see my sin, my broken heart. You picked up all the pieces and healed me, every piece of me. You give every part of who you are to make me whole! So I lay down my life at your feet, and here I stay. No more judgement... no more hiding underneath the blanket of SHAME and GUILT. No more shutting who I am in the closet of UNFORGIVENESS.


"You delight in showing mercy and mercy triumphs over judgement"

I am FREE! 

Bought by the blood of the lamb; who has made me white as snow!

Full of UNCONTAINABLE FIRE!

Have you ever felt like running and hiding? I would love to hear how God has pulled you out of your hiding places. Leave a comment down below and light up the darkness.











Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Life In The Spin Cycle

Some days I feel like I’m spinning out of control. The laundry monster has taken over and is ruling every room in the house, dishes are piling up, menus need to be made, groceries need to be bought, bills need to be paid, kids need to be taught, driven to music lessons, karate, and the dentist but most importantly they need my time, patience, grace and love.
Right there, right in the midst of chaos, is when I find myself in a drought.

Empty…
Barren…
Undone…
 
Waiting for promises to take root and spring forward into a beautiful blessing. Thats when I know I’m dehydrated and need to be quenched in His mercy. When I find myself there, lost and running in circles, that is when I have to remember WHOSE I am.

I am Christ's

Called into His arms of grace. He gives me the reason to go on. He gives me my strength to endure. He gives me the breath I need to rejuvenate my soul. He is the wind beneath my wings so I can soar to greater heights. 

He is mine and I am His! 

Why?
Why did i choose to be a stay at home mom?
Why do I homeschool?

My purpose is to raise up arrows for the kingdom of God, men and women that will thirst after Jesus and be infused with His love for others. God calls us to be "a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your true spiritual worship,”-Romans 12:1; Future generations are my why. It’s not easy but God never said this life, no matter what we do, is going to be easy. So I go after my Father. I stay at his feet. I pursue Him with a passion and i won’t let go till It is well with my soul.

Here is a quote, from a letter, by Jim Elliot, a martyr for the faith, he wrote to his mother when telling her he was going to South America to be a missionary.

“I do not wonder that you were saddened at the word of my going to South America. This is nothing else than what the Lord Jesus warned us of when He told the disciples that they must become so infatuated with the kingdom and following Him that all other allegiances must become as though they were not. And he never excluded the family tie. In fact, those loves which we regard as closest, He told us must become as hate in comparison with our desires to uphold His cause. Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly. Remember how the Psalmist described children? He said that they were as an heritage from the Lord, and that every man should be happy who had his quiver full of them. And what is a quiver full of but arrows? And what are arrows for but to shoot? So, with the strong arms of prayer, draw the bowstring back and let the arrows fly–all of them, straight at the Enemy’s hosts."

So the next time you feel like your world is spinning out of control remember two things WHOSE you are and who you are.

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