It was a quite place in my heart as the background music played ...... I felt the sweet sensation of the Holy Spirit breeze across my being ......the refreshing breath of life . Its like filling your lungs with the purest oxygen . Every breath bringing more life than the last .I felt nestled in My fathers arms ....the Lover of my soul ...healer of my heart ...giver of Dreams . My deepest fears so small in comparison to the overwhelming sense of comfort that I felt in those short moments face to face to the ultimate sacrifice . I am marked for Christ ..... He has a seal upon my life .....I am locked in with Christ ... I cannot be moved or shaken ....I am a locked Garden . I am in covenant with the Lord Almighty .
I am so excited to embark upon this journey to catch God's dreams for Australia . Here He has met me and I will continue to seek after Him and allow him to take over .....in sync with His heart beat . The heart beat of Heaven continues to throb for the lost .....
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Time clock faded ....
I had a great experience in the country . It could not have been more heart warming . There is always an unexpected surprise around every corner and avenue in life . Our lives are like busy town squares with streets...some streets are more busy and others chaotic....... some streets filled with painful memories ...then there are undiscovered streets that have not been visited . There is always a mystery behind roads with no footprints and missing history . The years had passed by , untouched like an old fashioned clock with dust clouding its once vibrant face . The hands of the clock frozen in time with young memories ......vague places ... distant faces ...blurred tears . A shadow of time, a glimpse of the future .... the years passing by like a skipping rock on unclear waters , each skip making ripples of time and passing seasons . I remember being 8 and being hugged by a tall man with black hair and blue eyes in a distinct gray jumper suit infront of a mechanic shop ....that was my older brother . It would be years to come as the hands of the clock would fast forward vast amounts of time ...years ...days ...seasons ...fazes ... family.
There is a season of time where people must change ... ways be molded ...habits forbidden and character built . I grew up to be the person that I am through the careful preservation of watchful caring parents . I was sent down the river in a basket like Moses down the waters to a quiter place . I remember asking God why I given up by my mother ...the Lord told me this " You were sent away so that you could be preserved ". Yet in the mind of a child you still wonder . There came a season when I looked in the mirror and the traces of a little girl had left me . I became a woman ....of virture .... of strength ..character ...one who would follow the steps of my Savior . It was all new when distant family came back into my life .. The Lord speaks gently to quite our every fear .... He spoke to my dad and said this " Just as I have sent her down the stream like Moses .....I am now sending her back to her people " .
I was headed out to Decatur to visit my older brother and his wife along with their little family ....with a thousand thoughts running through my mind ...quite curious if I would appear to them to be this odd creature from the city . It all caught by surprise like a little girl swept off of my feet from a stronger force than myself . I was enamored by the hospitality and warmness from his wife ...all my previous fears melted away by the kindness and common grounds shared . I felt neslted in their little haven, like I belonged and had never missed a heart beat . Many conversations shared over good southern cooking and bukoo's of sweet tea . I must say that they strongly altered my thinking of the country ....I still think back and hear the country music that filled the house with warm tones of comforting moods and occasionly the belting out of words from little Miley intune .
It was a beautiful dream that unfolded better than I could have imagened .....sitting nestled with my brother ...talking endlessly with Shannon and sharing an addiction for flavored coffees ... watching the girls be dearly loved ....cherished and lavished with glowing affection . I could say that I love my brother and his wife very much and am quite proud of who they are ....gladly to be associated with all of that yummy food . I could have stayed forever . I was nestled in their haven . I found alot of common personality traits .....I am my Gransfathers princess....my Grandmothers Grand Daughter and my Brothers baby Sister .
There is a season of time where people must change ... ways be molded ...habits forbidden and character built . I grew up to be the person that I am through the careful preservation of watchful caring parents . I was sent down the river in a basket like Moses down the waters to a quiter place . I remember asking God why I given up by my mother ...the Lord told me this " You were sent away so that you could be preserved ". Yet in the mind of a child you still wonder . There came a season when I looked in the mirror and the traces of a little girl had left me . I became a woman ....of virture .... of strength ..character ...one who would follow the steps of my Savior . It was all new when distant family came back into my life .. The Lord speaks gently to quite our every fear .... He spoke to my dad and said this " Just as I have sent her down the stream like Moses .....I am now sending her back to her people " .
I was headed out to Decatur to visit my older brother and his wife along with their little family ....with a thousand thoughts running through my mind ...quite curious if I would appear to them to be this odd creature from the city . It all caught by surprise like a little girl swept off of my feet from a stronger force than myself . I was enamored by the hospitality and warmness from his wife ...all my previous fears melted away by the kindness and common grounds shared . I felt neslted in their little haven, like I belonged and had never missed a heart beat . Many conversations shared over good southern cooking and bukoo's of sweet tea . I must say that they strongly altered my thinking of the country ....I still think back and hear the country music that filled the house with warm tones of comforting moods and occasionly the belting out of words from little Miley intune .
It was a beautiful dream that unfolded better than I could have imagened .....sitting nestled with my brother ...talking endlessly with Shannon and sharing an addiction for flavored coffees ... watching the girls be dearly loved ....cherished and lavished with glowing affection . I could say that I love my brother and his wife very much and am quite proud of who they are ....gladly to be associated with all of that yummy food . I could have stayed forever . I was nestled in their haven . I found alot of common personality traits .....I am my Gransfathers princess....my Grandmothers Grand Daughter and my Brothers baby Sister .
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