(obviously, I can’t do anything quite the same as everyone else! LOL!)

So Brent over at InWorship has given us all a good motivational kick in the booty to get moving! Check out his original post here

So, Taking back my Booty Tuesday. Why? Cause there appears to have been a hostile takeover of the FAT nature! I said on a post awhile back that I’m done feeding the “carb Monster” that has been taking up residence on my rear LOL! I’m taking back my booty!!

I am going to be brave. Way brave. Crazy brave. Like Ihaveneverdonethisbeforeinmywholelife brave. I’m going to put……my………*gasp*…………NUMBERS here!! Meaning, starting weight. Ladies, breath, give us back some oxygen. I guess if I were a sweet little 135 pounds, numbers wouldn’t be such a shock to put out there. But at this moment, I’m not. And at this moment, I don’t care anymore what this number is either. I care in that I am going to change it, but I don’t care about hiding it anymore. I mean, come on, is the fat really hiding??! No. Do I really think that if I hide the number you won’t SEE the number plastered all over me? I used to. And whatever you hide in the dark, keeps right on growing. And since I’d like this BOOTY to STOP growing, I’m gonna do it! I mean, really, guys throw that number out there it’s like last months bean dip! They don’t care! But we get so wrapped up in being defined by that number.

Well. That number is not who I am. That number is just a measurement of the “hostile take-over” I’ve allowed to happen to who I am. You know that verse that says ‘where sin abounds grace much more abounds’ ? Well, where fat numbers abound, the glory and grace of God much more abounds! So, my abounding number….236.

But, (or should I say butt?!) last year at this time, that number was 260. From December through March I have lost 24 pounds. Well, it was 28 pounds, but as soon as we all decided to do this, my fat cells all held their breath in fear of dying, so that equaled 4 pounds. Okay, maybe it was all the junk I ate this weekend and all the time I spent sitting on my butt in front of this computer!

Anyway, I’m sure I will write about this journey more than just on Tuesdays. Y’all know I can’t keep my mouth shut for long when God is talking to me. And I fully expect Him to continue talking to me about this as He has been much already. But the numbers will be here on Tuesday. There is probably no way on this beautiful green earth that I would put this number here if I expected to STAY at this number. Nope nope nope. Moving forward. Doing it. With y’all!

Here’s the gang:

Kristen, Ron, Joe, Brent, Buddy, Dan, Rick, Brandy, Deborah, Mandy, Joel, Theressa, Love, Tawny, James, Steven

Here we go!

BEFORE : This is my “OH MY GOSH!! I look like THAT???” picture.

And this is my “during” picture from March 08.

LETS GO LETS GO! I want NEW clothes!! LOL!

I feel so special, playing tag online and I’m it!

I’ve been tagged twice, so I suppose I’ll get to it already.

So, here are the rules for the meme.

  1. Write the title to your own memoir using 6 words.
  2. Post it on your blog.
  3. Link to the person that tagged you.
  4. Tag five more blogs.

I am supposed to do ANYTHING in ONLY 6 words??? *sigh* I can do it. With God all things are possible. LOL!

Love and HW have both been playing tag with me :)

6 Words

“Loved Grace, Lived Grace, Gave Grace”

Whew! There! I did it!

Here’s who I am tagging, hope I do it right!

Kari

Anna

Shannon

Leslie

Heidi

Can’t wait to see your Memoirs!!

Kelly had been sitting at her computer for most of the day, writing, reading, following the silly string of the lives of her new found on-line friends through the blog world. While she was certainly enjoying her lazy day, her thoughts did wander occasionally to all that she should be doing. The house had not been cleaned for at least two days, she needed to pack as moving day was not far ahead, and for goodness sakes, she was still even in her pj’s!

Still contemplating all that she needed to do, the lure of the meaty conversation that was available to this stay at home mom was stronger than the mundane everyday tasks that lay waiting. But then she heard the back door open. Uh oh. Her husband was home from work an hour early! Thinking quickly, she decided to make light of the state of the house, or rather un-stately appearance of it, before he could even say a word.

“Honey! You’re home early, the maid doesn’t show up until 2:15!” she laughed weakly. Would it work? Judging from the look on his face, he wasn’t seeing the humor in it. You’d think she was laid up on bed rest again like she was during her pregnancies for all that she’d been keeping up on lately. He was working two jobs, and getting a bit impatient about having to fish for clean socks out of a basket every morning.

It wasn’t just the blogs that were taking all of her time up though. There had been a revival going on in Florida for the past month, the likes of nothing they had ever seen before, and their entire family had been glued to the computer screen every night as it was broadcast live around the world. Never in history has there been a healing revival that people could participate in from any place on the planet that had internet access, as it was happening, without ever leaving their home!

She and her husband and kids sat in awe nightly watching blind eyes and deaf ears open, dozens and dozens of crippled people get out of their wheelchairs as their twisted up fingers and feet straightened right before the camera, not to mention the salvations! People were coming forward in droves to give their lives to Jesus! Kelly’s favorite was a big, huge, burly motorcycle guy whom could suddenly move his neck in full range after it being partially paralyzed for years. He was so overwhelmed with being healed he just stood up there and cried like a baby, shaking from the sobs. Another favorite of the entire family was the drug addicts and alcoholics who willingly came forward and asked for prayer for deliverance. One by one over the next week they would come up and share that the desire to drink or do drugs was completely gone! For some it had been decades of abuse. Even teenagers who had been addicted since being children! With no detox effects either! Such love Father God was touching so many people with!

The children were the best though. To see little children who had been sick their entire life come forward and share that they were healed, and to see their smiling faces, was such a joy! Even diabetics who knew they were healed and under doctors supervision and orders, completely stopped taking their insulin! Weeks later they are still alive, well and healed! Yes, this was certainly capturing Kelly’s attention, and her husband and children’s. The kids had been sleeping in the living room every night for a month, just so they wouldn’t miss watching God pour out His love and touch people in such amazing ways. They had all found a new excitement for God, His love, and sharing Him with a hurting world. She also knew deep inside of her heart that people didn’t have to go to Florida for God to touch them, heal them or save them. Yes, many had been so disappointed and discouraged in their own brokenness that hooking up with someone else’s faith for their healing and deliverance seemed like their last hope. Kelly knew though, that this same God lived inside of her, and determined that she could take Him anywhere He wanted to go, and give all that He is to anyone who wanted Him.

None of that however, helped in getting her house clean or the laundry caught up. After her lighthearted comment about the maid not showing up until 2:15, Eric responded with, “And what will you do if the landlords show up at 2:30?” Which was definitely a possibility as they would most certainly be around to begin landscaping their beautiful flower gardens before the house turned back into a weekly vacation rental. “Hide in the bedroom and not answer the door!” she exclaimed with assurance.

Half an hour later, at exactly 2:30, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she began to contemplate her escape route! Her son Dakota then noticed the young lady that lived next door walking to her porch, and then walking away, and then back again. Of course, sitting at the computer still in her pajamas, Kelly freaked out to say the least. “You answer it!” she whispered to her husband. “Nope” was his only answer to her. He had a bit of a smile on his face while he said this. Finally she just got up and went to the door.

“Um, someone at the grocery store told me you would know someone who could help me”, the young lady said looking as if tears were going to spill over at any moment.

“What do you need help with?” Kelly asked, still too focused on her pajamas and messy house to discern what was happening at her own front door.

“My marriage”, said the young lady. “I need someone to help me figure out when it’s okay for me to get a divorce”, and with that the tears could no longer be contained.

Kelly finally got the picture. Goodness, God was sending people right to her front door now! Someone at the grocery store told her neighbor that she knew someone that could help her? Did she even know anyone at the grocery store that knew that much about her? Nonetheless, there was not time to think about that, she had a girl in tears on her front porch.

“Let me change my clothes, and I’ll be right over” Kelly said, and then ran into the house on a cloud feeling like she had just seen a miracle in person herself.

She went to the young lady’s house next door, sat on her couch with her, and listened intently as her 22 year old neighbor, who barely knew her except for a few “hello’s” in passing, poured out her heart and her tears freely.

Throughout the conversation, Kelly learned that this young lady, after two short years, just didn’t feel like she was in love with her husband anymore. She wasn’t really happy with anything in life for that matter. No matter what she does, or who she’s with, it all gets boring after a year or two, and she just can’t seem to find happiness.

Kelly finally looked at her with such compassion and asked, “Do you know who Jesus is?”

“No” she answered. “I mean, I’ve heard His name, but I don’t know anything about God, or Jesus, or anything religious at all. I’ve actually been trying to read a Bible, but I can’t understand it, and there’s no one to explain it to me. I mean, where did God come from? Who made Him?”

Kelly spent the next hour and half walking her through the story of a loving Father who created man for relationship with Him, brought the Law to show man his need for a Savior, and of His Son Jesus who took all of the sin of mankind on His own sinless body, died, and was raised back to life all so we could live free and have a relationship with our Heavenly Father who loves her so very much.

After listening intently for awhile, the young lady spoke through tears once again, “Someone told me that I don’t know how to love anyone else, because I don’t know how to love myself.”

“That’s probably very true”, said Kelly, “and you don’t know how to love yourself because you’ve never met God, who is Love Himself”.

“So what do I do? How do I meet Him? How can He come live inside of me like you said? I don’t understand”.

Kelly opened up the young ladies Bible, which was her husband’s teen Bible from when he was younger, and showed her the verses in Romans 10:9, 10 about salvation. She also showed her the book of John.

“It’s so easy, just like it says, all you have to do is confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, and salvation is yours. Salvation is so much more than just going to heaven after you die. The word actually means deliverance, peace, healing and freedom. It’s like you make a decision to get in the back seat of the car of your life, and invite God to get in the drivers seat. It’s really not about your marriage, it’s about your own heart and your need for a Father who loves you so much. When He is in the drivers seat, He will drive your marriage where it needs to go, and every other area of your life if you will trust Him. He will always make sure you end up at the right destination, no matter what you see along the way. It may not always look the drive is easy, or fun, but His love for you is His motive. His Word will be your road map so that you know your heading in the right direction.”

And then Kelly said something that even surprised herself.

“I don’t want you to do what Romans says just yet though. I want you to read John, and learn about Jesus, Who He is and why He came and died for you. I want you to see His love for yourself, so that when you are done, you will be able to say from your own heart, ‘yes, I want You to be my Lord, and yes, I believe’. I want you to meet the One who loves you so much, and not just pray something you don’t understand simply to fix a hard situation. You can pray and ask Him to be your Lord when you are ready, and I am right next door, you can come knock on my door anytime you need to. I will help you understand what you are reading in the Bible, so you can get to know the One who loves you so very much, and allow Him to fill every empty place inside of your heart, which He will do.”

“Yes, I agree, that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to read about Him first, I want to know Who Jesus is. Thank you for coming over. I’m exhausted now, I think I need to take a nap.”

Kelly smiled and said goodbye. She decided to go home and get her house in order. She knew this was just the beginning. Apparently someone at the grocery store “knew she knew Someone”!

Secrets like that don’t stay secrets for long ;)

Been blog surfing.  Finding some interesting/scary/interesting blogs.  I read this this morning.  It scares me that if I were brave enough to admit it…..this makes sense to me.  Really scares me.  There is a group of people out in blog land…large group, who used to be part of charismatic spirit filled churches…and are no longer.  Reasons being what she states below. Even reading what I just wrote….”spirit filled churches”, perhaps that’s the problem right there.  We’ve been focusing on making sure our CHURCHES are Spirit filled, instead of us, or our people?!? UGH!

Here’s what I read:
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I’ve decided. I’m going to the next level in God. I’m going to be empowered by an incredible, enthusiastic, visionary leader and take this city for Christ. I’m going to be a vibrant, passionate, charismatic believer who takes excellence seriously. I’m joining a vibrant, contemporary, growing church with a powerful message that impacts the world and has a vision statement that involves loving life, loving people and loving God. I’m getting connected to a small group that will move me into that next level and take me into the unknown, teaching me to drink that living water and walk by faith. I have a vision for this nation, I’m going to see revival sweep across this land.

Apologies to those who just choked on their coffee, but does any of that sound familiar?

These are words that echo in my mind. I used to love them, these broad sweeping christianese terms. They made me feel powerful and excited. They swept me up in emotion. They were often accompanied by music from the keyboard and shouts from the pulpit. They called me to action. Well, for a moment anyway. Then I had coffee.

Unfortunately, after all those years of proclamations, nothing changed. I didn’t change. I got whipped up into a frenzy, but I certainly didn’t impact anybody around me. I most definitely didn’t get to any “next level”. I really wonder what the “next level” is anyway. Is it like a coloured karate belt? A school diploma?

I also wonder what would actually have happened if I did instead of proclaimed. If I visited instead of excelled and gave that cup of water instead of drinking it myself.

I’m sure the lack of action can come down to my own decisions. After all, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. It just would have been nice to have an actual water trough in sight, though.
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What an opportunity to hear the “voice of disappointment” in the church today.  I wonder what “we” the church, will do with this knowledge?  Anything?  Or just chalk it up as “their issues”, or “this is how deceived you get when you leave the church”.
This may be the very root to the disappointment I myself have felt often. (Though I have recently had my eyes opened in a major way to ONE who IS, as opposed to the CHURCH that is trying to BE)  Perhaps the very root to disappointment in the church as a whole.  How to be “Jesus” and His light to these ones, when we are still wearing this “ugly” garment called “it’s all about the church”??
What will happen to me when this begins to make more sense to me than what we are currently doing in the church?  Or when God says “okay, these are the one’s I’ve called you to”.  Or when He says “go to them”.  Because they sure are not going to come to a church.  Neither are they going to listen to someone promoting one.  So, what happens when I stop promoting “the church” and promote Jesus instead?  I’d like to hope the answer to that would be thrilling applause, but I also highly doubt that will be the case.
But I do hear the call.
This is exactly the disappointment He yanked me from when I first heard Him whisper His love to me in 1994.  I was a victim of “churchianity”, and “ministryanity” and “notenoughtimeforyoucauseweareintheministryanity” from my parents.
Perhaps this is why I just cannot every find satisfaction in any “niche” I fill in the church.  Even as a minister!
Not that I’m leaving the church.  No way.  I’m just the kind of person to believe that God can do miracles:)  After all…I am one.

Everything in my house seems to be in “running behind” mode. Dirty laundry piled up. Dishes piled up. Clean laundry piled up. Boxes stacked up.

We are suppose to move in a month, as our lease is up here (it’s a seasonal rental, meaning when June 22nd hits, our $650 a month house gets sprinkled with some fairy godmother dust and turns into a $1000 a week house for tourists) and I’ve only just begun packing a few boxes.

I hate moving. But I love packing. Because I hate clutter. And it is so easy for me to just “throw it away” instead of packing it :) And my life is too cluttered.

Last night, I was putting the clean clothes on hangers to go in closets. The pile of hangers became all tangled. I hate tangled hangers. Like “fingernails down a chalkboard” hate. I REFUSE to use wire hangers, because they won’t hold their shape, and can’t stand the CHAOS they become. (with how my house looks most of the time, you wouldn’t think that would bother me). So, I have plastic hangers, and wooden hangers. And last night it was the plastic hangers.

Scenery: the house we moved into in September (just to “get here” so my kids could be in school here and my husband could start his new job here and we wouldn’t have to drive half an hour a hundred times a day back and forth) came partially furnished. They didn’t want to move their furniture out and have to move it all back in when our lease was up in June. No problem. We just wanted to live here. Well, no problem in September when we were waiting for our house “over there” to either sell or foreclose or just plain go away and stop sucking up all of our money. Then when the day came to move our furniture out of that house and into storage, I decided I want to sit on my couch and sleep on my bed. So now some rooms have too much furniture.

Okay, so I’m sitting on a couch in the dining room next to the table hanging up clothes. The hangers turn into one big irritating, tangled, mess of plastic GRRRRRR!! I’m feeling stuffed between the couch and table with all of this furniture in one small room, piles of clothes surrounding me, a previously neatly-piled stack of hangers that just exploded into chaos, and too much fat on my body. It all came crashing down at once. I just felt so confined. And I’m so tired of feeling confined!!

And this verse comes to mind.

Hebrews 12:1 Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.

Yeah. Let us lay aside every weight. I’m so there.

But what do you think about God saying (YOU) lay aside every weight? Do you think we can? Do you think we have that power and ability? Have you ever felt so entangled in something that you just keep crying out “GOD! Set me free!” yet you keep hearing Him say “YOU lay aside the weight!” ? Oh, I have so been there. Why?

Here’s my “why”. It’s kind of a multiple part ‘why’.

Part one:

I’ve tried to start at “lay aside the weight” on the Monopoly Board so that I could hurry up and get to the end where I get to collect $200, aka approval, acceptance and accolades. Okay, I STARTED at Go, but then jumped ahead. And since I was cheating, well, do you think that “lay aside the weight” card would ever work? I just kept getting sent back to jail! I’ve recently gone back to Go. I’ve been discovering the amazing Love and Grace of God. Who HE IS. And now, God has used grace and love to bail me out of jail. It was just the right price. And now, He has given grace and love to me, so I can lay aside every weight :)

Part two:

Rocks taste good. At least I’ve been silly enough to think so. What’s that suppose to mean?? Well, there’s a lot of weights in my life that I have come to realize have a “pay off” for me. So, I keep them around. Thinking that chewing on rocks instead of “tasting and seeing that the Lord, He is good”, will satisfy me. Pretty silly huh.

Some weights? Some payoffs? Well, I shared one in my last post about my fig leaves. The weight on my body. It hides me. ( HAHAHAHAHA!!! okay, excuse my crazy laughter moment as I realize the irony behind the statement that having a fat body HIDES me! LOL!) Okay, let me rephrase that. I BELIEVED that it would hide me. There. Said it. Again. I think this was just a silly pattern I got stuck in really. When I was a teenager, I was very promiscuous. That’s big word talk for ” I had a lot of sex with whoever I thought would give me some love”. So I was used a lot. One day I got tired of being used. Gained 100 pounds in one year. It kept the guys away. They didn’t look at me anymore. At least not with the same thought they used to.

That’s what I’m looking at now. Payoffs. What are the payoffs to the weights that I keep allowing to ensnare me? I already know some of the answers. I also know that for every payoff I am looking for, God is El Shaddai. (check out that link, it’s the meaning of El Shaddai! Wow!)

I think I’m ready to let Him be El Shaddai to me. Cause I’m tired of tangled hangers. And I’m tired of being confined and constricted. And I’m tired of chewing on rocks when He told me I could “taste and see that HE IS GOOD”.

What about you?

This is my page, but I am His story. He’s writing me. Everyday He adds another mark, a word, a sentence, a paragraph. Eventually a page is done and something in my life makes sense. And then a chapter, and wow, it all starts fitting together. There have been words, and pages, and chapters…and suddenly I’m painfully aware recently that HE is the author. I thought I was. I really did. I thought He ever so kindly gave me His pen, His paper, and some inspiration, and the story was mine to write. Oh, He would give me some hints here and there for what needed to come next to keep the story moving in the right direction, but still, it was my story, right?

Well, suddenly I am amazingly and painfully aware that I am not the one writing the story. I am neither the hand that holds the pen, or the source of what dances on the paper. I am the paper. I am the ink. I am the picture and story on the pages that dances according to the song of the Artist and Author. I am HIS artwork. I a HIS creation. Fearfully and wonderfully created by Him.

I think I may have recently gotten a picture of the ‘fearfully’ part of this. He is asking me if He can write the story now. Every letter, every punctuation mark, every sentence. ./;… That little bit was added by Katie. I think that would be a prophetic confirmation though a two year old?!

This morning I had the thought that I think I am ready to let go. For good. Let go of me. I’m so in awe of the One who wants to hold me together now. And completely and thoroughly afraid. I have given over so much control of myself to Him. But there is this one part of me left. One part that I’ve held onto. And I really am so afraid to let go. Why? It has defined me for a very long time. Not that I “need” this definition. I am so ready to lose this part of the definition of me. So what am I so afraid of?

Losing my ability to be naked and not ashamed. Kind of ironic, when I think about the context of this process surrounding fat loss. Um, fat, naked, shame. Not fat, naked, no shame. But that’s not what I mean. I didn’t realize until this morning exactly what I mean. I finally put my finger on the fear. The reason I have tried so hard to shrink away from “success”. I have a book that I have seen in my spirit the results of it’s publishing, and the financial results. The results have God’s finger on them to say the least. Yet it still sits so neatly hidden in my computer, while a publisher has been waiting for my phone call for 3 weeks. I’ve had the word of God burning in me, His fire, His anointing. Yet until just a couple of weeks ago, I refused to preach. And I see the truth, the power, the ‘whammy’ the world has been waiting for…especially the body of Christ….the ‘God answer’ for a body laden in fat. Yet for a week I have stepped back out of that place of breathtaking truth that has set me free, and chosen to not yet take the ‘dose’ of what is offered. Why?

Because I’m afraid. His glory is quaking on my insides. It physically rattles me on the inside, feeling like I’m attached to an electric fence. His heart, His truth, is oozing in and over and around and through me like warm honey. He’s literally consuming me.

The fear?   The command. Or rather the result of the command. I’ve heard Him whisper it for years. It’s been buried like a hidden treasure in my heart for years. And He would like me to dig it out and brush it off now.

Arise, shine; for your light has come. And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you. For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and deep darkness the people; but the Lord will arise over you, and His glory will be seen upon you. The Gentiles shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising.

There’s so much more in that chapter. And I can’t even bare to go there. I can’t even finish writing it out. Every word is death. You would think every word would be rejoicing. I feel like it’s a call to a martyr’s pole ready to be set with fire. I don’t think many people really realize the cost of glory. Of His glory.

There will be nothing left between me and the hell on this earth except for the Glory of God. I’ve apparently grown quite sickeningly fond of my ‘fig leaves’. Fig leaves that keep me covered….my fig leaf called “hidden”.

What am I so afraid of losing?  My childlike heart. My childlike faith. My childlike love for Him. There’s so much I don’t share, don’t speak, but just keep so sweetly tucked between me and God. Because so many people want to mold me and make me into who they think I should be, what they think I should look like, what they think I should say and how they think I should say it.   See, I’ve been His poem, His painting, His song…..but with an audience of none. God has never created anything and kept it in the dark. And He’s telling me He doesn’t want to keep me there either.   He wants to share His song and let it dance on the ears of the broken, the lost, the hurting, the rejected, the dying.

But what I’m so unsure of is…will the song still be as beautiful, will the painting still be as breathtaking, when the rocks of judgment and the tar of control are thrown at them??

The Bible says the “Kingdom of Heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.

I always thought the treasure represented the Kingdom. I don’t think that anymore.

I am the treasure. God is the man. The field is this earth. But He didn’t own the field. So He sold all that He had. His Son. To purchase the field….that held me, His treasure. And now that He owns the treasure, He wants to unearth it. He wants to clean if off and wash it and let it’s splendor and glory radiate for all to see. This process….

is the Kingdom. Thy Kingdom come…on earth as it is in Heaven. Jesus prayed that. Father, let the story that was painted in Heaven before time began, come to this earth as powerful and pure as it is before time began.

He’s standing over me, He’s dug the dirt from all around me, there’s just the “film” left directly on the outside of me now. He’s calling to me. He’s saying…Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.

I’ve been so protected, cared for, kept, loved, secure…in this dirt. But He’s calling me to arise. But I’m afraid. But I’m captivated. I’ve known His love that kept me hidden, and now He’s offering me His love that will shine from one side of me clear through to the other in so many different directions and facets that I will be a complete reflection and refraction of Him. I haven’t a clue what that means.

But I do know that this film on me has guaranteed rejection. Keeping the world at arms length. A barrier between the world and my heart. It’s a film called “not good enough” in my eyes, because of the appearance of my body. It has strangely been my own “self-disqualifier”. The only problem is, now He tells me that I’m not the one who qualifies me anyway. Jesus does. Jesus did. This outward film that I’ve trusted in is of no effect in His eyes.

I’m the very reason He bought the field to begin with. How can I deny Him? How can I reject His request? The price He paid was so high. There is no higher price in existence. How could He do that? Why? Why would He pay so much for me?! How can He find me so valuable? Why wasn’t it enough that He owned the field I have been engulfed in for so long?

I’m beginning to see why. The earth is falling away from me all on it’s own. The dirt, the film that I’m trying so hard to clutch around me, is dissolving with no effort of my own. How could this be? I begin to feel a washing. Warmth. Soothing. Cleansing. I look up and see a tree next to me. The dirt begins to clump and crust and cover the tree. And blood flows from it and washes me.

I’ve done nothing. Yet all of my dirt has ended up there. And light begins to penetrate my very being. But I’ve done nothing! What if I’m not ready?! What if I’m not good enough?? What if my simple heart is stolen away, snatched in hatred?? But I didn’t do it! I couldn’t do enough. But enough was done.

And I hear His voice once again. “Arise, shine, for your light has come! And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you. For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and deep darkness the people; but the Lord will arise over you, and His glory will be seen upon you. The Gentiles shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising……then you shall see and become radiant and your heart shall swell with joy…..and they shall proclaim the praises of the Lord.

It’s about Him. It’s about them. It’s about me. It’s His story.

Help me trust Lord. Help me trust that Your glory is enough, and that I will still be safe in your keeping while covered by Your glory. I’m so used to being covered in dirt. I am so sorry Daddy, that I’ve trusted the dirt more than Your glory. Father, I believe, help now my unbelief please.

Some smiles just grace the face

not real at all, just pasted in place

some smiles light up the sky

you did something great!

it shows in their eyes

some smiles go to the heart

such a warm feeling, better than a pop-tart!

but some smiles travel a bit farther

and I’m not talkin’ bout Tam’s issue either!

Nope, sometimes a smile goes straight to your toes

cause that’s where “sunshine” happiness goes

the coldest places so forgotten

long ignored, sometimes smell rotten

but who would imagine that from the ‘north’

would come such happy sunshine warmth.
Thanks NorEaster. :)

katie

She’s Katie.

She’s 2.

She just dumped a bottle of bbq sauce out on my carpet.

An entire bottle.

Good thing I have Grace.

Hmph.

The wind blew, the rain fell, the thunder roared in violence

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

death cried out, there was a shout, pain ripped through my chest

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

the tears came, of childhood shame, of secrets kept in darkness,

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

the smoke ripped, the bottles tipped, my innocence torn away reckless,

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

the empty room, that no one knew, the vast expanse of loneliness,

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

my insides shaking, a leper in the making, cast away in carelessness

but somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

one still breath, came and consumed my death, breaking from the chrysalis

somewhere in the midst of it, I am lost in the dance

my wings spread wide, it’s time to fly, He’s blowing life on hopelessness

somwhere in the midst of it, I’m so lost in the dance

the memories come, just like everyone, the valley seeks such vengance

but somewhere in the midst of it, I’ve been lost in the dance!!

The thundar roars! Waves break the shore! He’s arising in Holiness!

right now here in the midst of Love, I’m captured in His dance!

The Time has come! the Song is being sung! The Heavens break Victorious!!

Captured, Consumed, Captivated….I have become….. His dance.

Hmmmm. Thank You for Your breath in my life Father. Your sweet breath of life, that brings life and not death.

That’s just what I woke up smiling about this morning. That and my wheels are turning as usual. I just can’t get over how the ‘work of the cross’ is the foundation of it all….we can rest everything firmly right there. I guess that’s because I have spent so many years resting everything firmly on MY faith. Because without faith it is impossible to please God. But I seem to have forgotten that God is pleased with me. Not because my faith keeps growing and growing and accomplishing more and more. But because it was by grace, through faith, that I came to Him, and surrendered my life, and believed in His Son, that He died for me, and was resurrected for me. Just that one simple little “yes Lord” is the most powerful, pleasing, amazing, ‘made His heart dance’ thing I have ever done!

I looked up the meaning of that word ‘please’ in Hebrews 11:6. It comes from a root word that means “fully agreeable”. Could it be that I have spent years and years trying to have big faith big faith big faith doing this song and dance, please Daddy look at me and notice me and be pleased with me…..when all along He was simply saying, “daughter, without believing in the power of the work that Jesus accomplished on the cross, it is impossible to be fully agreeable with EVERYTHING I AM that I have completely power packed into that ONE act” ??!!

EVERYTHING is contained in the work of the cross. The death of our sin nature, the payment of death for our sin that we have incurred, and by the Resurrection-the VERY LIFE OF GOD HIMSELF indwelling and breathing and restoring and infusing with our very being!! The same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead DWELLS IN ME!! Because I am fully agreeable with God, by receiving salvation….the death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ…..I am a GOD CONTAINER!!!

I don’t have to ‘find the faith’ to believe in every promise that God has spoken in His word. I don’t have to find the faith to believe that I will have the ability to do everything that I see in the Word. I don’t have to struggle and scrape and scrap and work and try and try to build my faith to possible help someone, or even bring some level of “living above” the curse of this world to my own life. I simply have to believe in the power of the work of the cross…which I did….I confessed and still confess that Jesus died and was resurrected for me…..and ALL THAT GOD IS is contained in that, and now contained in ME!

I am a GOD CONTAINER. Could it be that when God said we “shall be saved”, that He wasn’t saying something external, like “you will be cold”, but something internal like….because of the process of giving birth I BECAME a mother…..and because of the process of believing in the work of the cross I BECAME saved?? Not just a ’state’ of where I will eternally be. But WHO I NOW AM!!

Because I married my husband, I BECAME a Chorley. It is now who I am. Not something I’m trying to be, I accepted him as my husband, so now that’s who I am. I accepted Jesus as my Savior, I said “I DO”, so now….that’s WHO I AM!! The word “Christian” doesn’t describe my religion, it is the name I have taken of the One I have married!!

I can say that “salvation” is who I am, just as well as I can say that “Chorley” is who I am. I BECAME a part of the very definition of Chorley when I became a Chorley! There are some people in this world, that when you say the name Chorley, I am the person who comes to mind. It’s the same with us with salvation. When God thinks about salvation, we come to His mind!! We are  part of the VERY definition of salvation!! We are walking definitions of salvation!!

Salvation is WHO I am, because salvation is WHOSE I am!! I am a God container!

Now, when you think of trying to have “enough faith” to heal the sick, raise the dead, or even get your bills paid, perhaps you could just remember that you are God Container…..and just TAKE HIM THERE!!!!

I’ve been saying this for over a year now….It’s all inside.

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