Conversations with Jesus: Through the Flames

When you are running, you know you are running… It can be from a good or bad place, but you know you are running.

Stride after Stride, which way do you turn?  Left, Right, can’t go backward, but always move forward… Breathe.

The cycle can continue, constantly feeling like you are drowning and not quite living  and your pants can be caught by the flames.

It is important to recognize from what and why you are running and where you are going… always look ahead.

Are you truly thriving and being who you are called to be?

The key questions remain: Whose am I and Who am I?

Arriving in a place where there is nowhere to go, but to look up and reach out…

He says…ever so gently…as any gentleman would be.

I see you, my dear, I see you… I see you.  I am here.

He reaches for me through the flames…

Baby girl, grab my hand.

He died for me, for you, for us.  It is through Love that He chose to die so that we could be with Him in eternity.

When you feel all is lost, don’t give in to the thoughts of despair, but look to Him who gives you Hope, Strength, Courage… a renewed spirit, a new heart, a call to follow Him.

Acknowledge, Believe and Confess…

But even more…to Trust and Surrender.

He is going to pick up the pieces and mend those broken places.

It is in the deep, in those deep places that He is there and He will never leave you.

So climb out of the dungeon, crawl away from the dark corner where you thought that protecting yourself from everyone and everything was for your good.

You were dying in that place.

Step out in Faith, grab His hand and don’t look back.

I am His and He is mine. 

He is my Father and I am His child. 

He is the King and I am a Princess. 

He is the Mighty Warrior and I am a Princess Warrior…

Pick up that sword, Girl, we’ve got work to do.

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To The Petals in The Wind

Summer.  Warm night.  Dinner and a Movie night.  Fun night.  Friend night.  Date night.

Wicked night.  Painful night.  Broken night.  Shattered night.  Dark night.  Winter forever.

The Past, God is healing the wounds.

Words are just words are just words…are just words.  NO, is a freaking two letter word.

Not, Loud enough?  Does it mean anything?

Does God hear me when I am hurting and healing?

Eyes Open, Eyes Close… Eyelashes flutter… Keep Them Shut!

Inhale, Exhale, Deep Breath…I can’t Breathe!

Did God intend for this to happen?

Is my Heart beating?  Am I alive or am I dead?

Life can only be found in Jesus, Right?

This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  This cannot be happening.  Is this really happening?  Really Happening???

I lost myself, I want to Trust you, Jesus.

No, it can’t be.

This cannot happen to me.

Jesus, do you really care about me that much?  To find me?

That face, stone cold face, full of anger face, rage face, everything wrong in that face!

I don’t understand.  Hurt people, Hurt people?

I am no longer here, I am hiding in the depths, A place I cannot escape, In the dungeon.  Little did I know that I would begin to feel safer in the dark, protecting what was left of me…but there was nothing worth protecting, nothing beautiful, nothing pure, nothing.

Do you restore everything?  I want to run with you in the beautiful flowers.

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Learning to be Spirit-filled.

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It hurts to heal, but there is Freedom I am told on the other side.

 

To the petals in the wind… I am seeking Him & will only find true Freedom in Him.

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Omnipresent, Omnipotent and Deeply Loved

He is the roaring Lion…

The Lion of Judah.

His presence is Everywhere.

To open my eyes, open my heart, open my hands, extend my arms and free fall into His arms.

You are King and I’m covered by your wings in the deep.

Whispers in the wind…

The rippling of the deep green grass…

The sun shines brightly even in the deep dark dungeon… just look.

Open my eyes!

Breathe in the fog, mist, drizzle, rain, sleet, snow, the storms….the blue skies and the oceans deep.

He is in everything.

The dewdrops on my face, the tears that escape, the sweat of my brow, my skin… He made it all and everything is stamped with His love.

I am broken, He puts the pieces together to make a beautiful masterpiece. Only He can make me whole.

I want to make His name known far and wide…everywhere He leads me.

My hand may be slippery… His is not. Keep grabbing, keep looking for He is stretching His hand out for me.

Little girl, who peeks around the corner…

Am I safe and Can I trust you?

He is the good good Father. He is patiently saying baby girl, let’s go play in the flowers…

Run, Roll, Pick, Play…with laughter and love.

Grab His Hand…

He will not let go, He will not abandon me.

He will not hurt me, He loves me.

He loves me deeply!

He crushes my fears and commands the dark to leave.

He covers my shame.

He offers freedom, if I just believe and step out in faith.

He is the answer to the longing to find peace.

He offers Himself for me.

Thy Will Be Done.

Learning to surrender.

War Face

War Face

When you get up in the morning, do you put on your game face or your war face?

I find myself getting up each day to fight the battles inside myself and the outside world…

I choose my War Face.

What does it look like?

Strong, Fierce, Brave, Courageous, Bold, Unwavering…

A Face of many emotions and many colors all blending together to be a Warrior Song!

Eyes!  Yes, the window to the soul.  They tell the story of the journey that the warrior has been on and continues to face each and every day…every moment in time.

Tears that have come and gone…and those that remain…each one tells a story.

Furrowed brow and the deep colors of the warrior’s war paint.

Spiritual Warfare is Real, it is a never-ending battle, always flowing, with many turns, peaks and valleys.

The real question is… do you battle alone or do you go to war with purpose, hope and strength that can only come from the source of all life?

I seek Him.

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