My Story…

A question was posed at church yesterday: Where and when have you experienced the movement of the Spirit?

My Story…

It was Christmas morning and I was sad.

I was sad because I felt alone.

Yes, I was the only one up…Corinne, the puppies, and the kitties were snuggled in their beds with visions of sugar plums still in their heads. But this is not the kind of “alone” I mean. This “alone” is good. I love this “alone.” I drink coffee, read, and pray to this kind of “alone.” This alone makes me happy. My introverted self has fallen in love with this “alone.”

The aloneness I’m talking about hurts deep in your spirit, and its name is rejection.

Rejected?

I was sad because I felt rejected by those who were supposed to love me.

They use to love me and welcome me into their life. We shared tears and laughter, and get-togethers…dinners and movies… We were partakers of time together. My time was their time and their time was my time.

But on this particular Christmas morning I was alone and the chasm was deep.

Seated on my sofa I began to cry.

I noticed the Bible on the table beside me. I reached for it with the intent of reading the Christmas story…after-all it was Christmas morning.

Matthew? Mark? Luke? John? What version should I read? I chose John.

John’s version of Christmas opens at the time of creation, and I envisioned Jesus’ Spirit moving within the mist among His heavens.

John speaks of Christ and how the words of His mouth created all we see. He paints Jesus as light and life, and how his light shown in the darkness and how the darkness comprehended it not…and how this light physically came into the world as a babe lying in a manger.

As I read I began to feel his presence.

I felt his Spirit urging me to read on. As if He whispered “Read on my child…I have something else to tell you…” And so I did, and as I did I saw the words…”He came unto his own and his own received him not.”

In that moment his gentle voice spoke to my heart…”I know how you feel…”

Again I cried, but I was not alone.

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Word for the day: Mist

More Than a Conqueror

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photo from: http://www.stevenaitchison.co.uk/blog/5-easy-ways-to-build-your-inner-strength/

For the past week I’ve lived a defeated life.  I’ve lived as though my fears had come to fruition, and those things I dreaded the most, had arrived and taken their abode in my life.

In truth, I had surrendered, even before the battle had begun.

Yesterday, a friend sent this text, “in all these things we are more than conquerors through Christ.”  It touched and warmed my heart, but still I continued my day as a lamb headed toward its fate.

This morning, I got out of bed with the same mindset.  Like a zombie I dragged toward the coffee maker, and set it in motion.  As my coffee brewed, I mindlessly began to fill three bowls with kibble and hefty dollops of beef stew from a can.  Three wagging tails increased pace as I set the bowls on the floor.

Coffee in hand, I sat to read my morning devotion that was slated for this second day in February.  (I have the app “Power Thoughts” on my phone and try to read it everyday)  The words I read, roused me from slumber…

“The Bible states that we are more than conquerors, and we are to reign as kings in life, through Jesus Christ.” 

There it was again, “…we are more than conquerors…”

Coincidence?  Some may say, “yes,” but for me, it was a gentle shake of my shoulders, waking me to reality.  I am the child of a King, and my Father wants me to live as such.

Come what may, poverty, loneliness or any other trouble, still I am more than a conqueror through Christ.

In this life, He lives within me, and in the next I’ll live with Him, forever.

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“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?  Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?  No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.”  Romans 8: 35;37

Cleanse your mind of negative thoughts, one at a time.

 

Unstoppable Love

A Conversation with God 7/28/16

Me:  God, I’m so tired.

God:  Come to me and rest.

Me:  It’s just this world is getting me down. I’m so tired of hateful, mean-spirited judgement.  So tired of the poor being downtrodden so the rich and arrogant can gain.  I’m tired of people being mistreated because of the color of their skin, their religion, their gender and who they love.  I’m so tired and confused about this election…so many lies…so much division and way too many walls.

God:  Come away, and rest a while.  I will be your refuge.  Lay hold of the hope I give and let it be an anchor for your soul; for I am sure and steadfast.  Find your strength in Me and know how much you are loved.  Nothing will ever separate you from me because my love is unstoppable.  You are a gift to me and a gift to this world.

Me:  Thank you Lord.  I will lay myself down and rest in your loving presence.

God:  And…Lisa…

Me:  Yes, Lord?

God:  It’s going to be okay.  I got this…

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Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?  I am persuaded, that neither, death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:35-39

Come…and rest a while.  Mark 6:31

Come unto Me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Matt 11:28

We…have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us:  [This] hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast… Hebrews 6:18-19

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Clouds in the sky on a warm summer’s day. Photo taken from my backdoor step.