Healing and Our God-Given Imagination
I can begin to work with my God-given system, as God brings healing in and through my whole being.
I can begin to work with my God-given system, as God brings healing in and through my whole being.
He smiled at me and said, “The mercy seat is the much wiser choice to sit in, to view life through, and to make judgments from.”
Dante was the name he had been given, but it didn’t seem to fit him.
God created us – all of us with design – a design that was actually made after His image.
How many lost souls have found only condemnation, a list of do’s and don’t’s, a bar too high to jump, a noose to hang themselves on?
The gift was extravagant – it was way more than we could ever use.
Maybe you’ll find yourself dancing out of some pyramid one day to a healthy family cell outside of traditional structure or maybe you’ll find your family cells within more of a structured environment.
When we begin to truly understand who we are in Christ, who He has created us to be, then we begin to rule. We begin to reign.
How many different denominations, sects, little kingdoms do we have to have because men want to rule their own little world?
Previous friends promised they’d be family and never leave, but when the path had gotten rough, they left me and my husband to walk it alone.
It only makes things harder if each criticizes the other because we are both just trying to help each other get down the river.
When I mix, I am playing with unholy fire, and I will get burned.
The more I experience Jesus and His kingdom, the less I want to do with darkness.
It’s totally right to be offended at evil, and it’s total right to take action against evil. I just don’t hold on to it.
I‘m pretty sure we are meant to defend the defenseless, stand up for righteousness and justice, set people free.
I heard, “I will keep my promises for this country. Its destiny will be fulfilled. This is a sign that I will fulfill my promises.”
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Love is patient. It’s patient with me, and all my mess-ups, brokenness, and heartache. But it also asks me to love others patiently.
I have a tendency to always be looking to what’s not completely healed, what’s still broken or incomplete.
God rewards us with more responsibility to help more people.
Over the years, I’ve learned that even when words may feel imminent, they have a process.
The words on the paper page came into focus again. “but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst.
Our hope and trust is in God, who is good, who is love, whose throne is built on justice and righteousness.
The best choice is leaning back into the waters — entrusting my life and those I love into the hands of God, who loves me and will work everything out for my good.
On the darkest night, at the moment when all hope seemed lost, a cry of joy cracked open the heavens.
He is teaching me what it means to love people for who they are, to value others, and just enjoy their presence.
Whenever a tide changes, stuff gets churned up and brought to the surface.
Isn’t it wild how God can use such a simple word to bring revelation, identity, and freedom?
Yom Kippur is the perfect picture of the gospel, the good news, the whole plan of salvation.
I felt on edge, and though I wanted to spend this special time with my girl, I was nervous.
I saw what looked like a clock. I heard, “All will be accomplished in due time.”
I saw what looked like a clock. I heard, “All will be accomplished in due time.”
A strange thing happened when I sat down into the log. The fear began to subside.
Eve counters the serpent with an addition to what the instruction had been, “You shall not eat of it, neither shall you touch it, or you will die.” We have been editing God ever since.
Dear friends, racism and prejudices have been around since Cain killed Abel. It’s brother against brother. Neighbor against neighbor.
Rise from the dust, my Bride, while there is still time. Take your place. Take your place by my side. We will war together.
Personally, God has challenged me to really look at the things I’ve put my trust in.
There have many times since then that the Holy Spirit has reminded me of those words spoken to me. “Pain can’t hurt you.”
Jesus has faithfully, ever so lovingly and patiently, taken me by the hand and led me out. He guided me through that hurricane, into sunshine.
We need pastors, as much as we need any of the ministry gifts, and we are all called to operate as a pastor from time to time.
How can the One who created the universe be confined in flesh? thought the mother. “Jesus. His name is Jesus,” Joseph simply stated.
He prefers stables, delights in homeless addicts, and comes to heal our broken, wayward hearts. I pray, as you end this year, that you, too, will find Him in the unexpected places, in the secret place in your heart!
A few days ago, Father God posed the question to me, “Do you see what I see?” I think I may have heard Him humming the tune to me.
I really believe God loves His Bride, and we are in a time of God exposing corruption in religious leaders, as well as in government.
Yet, the longer I’m gazing on Him and spending time in fellowship with Him, I feel my heart coming to a place of being satisfied with God alone.
He loves us. He wants to be our best friend. He wants to take us back to Eden, to restore the close fellowship and friendship that was once lost.
He already put in motion for me things on the other side of that for my good. My steps are ordained, and I’m so grateful for His ability to do that.
Our monthly event for October will be hosted by Montgomery Grace in Traveler’s Rest on Sat., Oct 19th at 5:30 p.m. Join us for an evening of painting!
Sadly, for church leadership, church culture has made it much more difficult for them to be vulnerable. This is no excuse for the wolves, mind you.
We are all created in the image of God. He is creative, so we have that ability to create as well, though your method may be different from mine.
Many struggle with statements, like “I don’t hear God” or “He doesn’t care about me like that.” But I’m here to tell you affirmatively He most certainly does desire a deep friendship with each of His children.
Sometimes, it has cost my dignity, like when He whispers, “Go speak to a stranger” and, even more, to pray for them. I have never wanted to go do that.
Our God is an amazingly diverse, creative healer, redeemer, and lover of our hearts. Let’s never put Him in a box, but allow Him to set us free.
Unity is created in an atmosphere of being understood, at least in trying to understand someone else’s point of view. It’s an atmosphere of mutual respect and love.
If I am clutching onto something because I’m so afraid of losing it or that relationship, then maybe that’s not really love anyway.
So what is forgiveness anyway? Is it ignoring wrongs done and simply brushing them under the rug? Is it being passive and letting people abuse you?
For those who haven’t had to walk through such extreme pain and really can’t relate, just listen to those hurting around you. Don’t judge their healing journey.
I actually would have loved for Jesus to just come and instantly heal my heart, mind, soul, and spirit all in one fell swoop. For whatever reason, that is not my story.
There have been many times I’ve fallen into a hopeless place, wondering when, if ever, point B would come into view (whatever point B was anyway?).
“I need to show you how much the Father loves you,” I simply stated. As she removed her worn sneakers and sweaty socks, I gently caressed each foot separately, pouring the refreshing water over her red, swollen ankle, and then patted each foot dry.
Jesus is coming back for one unified, glorious bride. Come, pick up your brush, choose your color, and let’s create a masterpiece together.
God is love. His love is jealous for us, for our devotion to Him. He is relentless in His loving pursuit of our hearts. And He won’t take a fake, shallow love in place of the real thing.
When Abba called me “Charismata,” it was loaded with rounds of love ammo aimed at all those lies deeply embedded in my heart.
Submission is always two ways. Honor is both ways. The Body of Jesus Christ is a bride, a family, and a priesthood. We mutually cover one another in love.
Spiritual authority is given to those who serve others the best with the right heart. If we will be like our blessed Savior, walking in the kind of love He did, we will be great in His Kingdom.
In a family structure, we will be able to provide a safe place for each other to be who God created for us to be. We will build one another up into the Body He intended for us to become. In the end, this what I believe we are all looking for: a family, a place to call home. And Jesus is the center from whom that life flows, drawing His children home.
God celebrates us. What was lost is now found. What was dead is now alive. There is much bread in His house for the ones coming home. In fact, He throws a feast!