Terribly Interesting

I don't know if it is obsessive compulsive of me, but I wrote out Song of Songs 2:10 about 10 times in my journal. It reads, " Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away ." Something about those words ministered to a place deep inside of me. I am craving a day of nothing but God speaking into my spirit. Maybe I will just lay there all day listening. I simply know that the time is coming. My husband is currently playing a little Spanish guitar in front of a crackling fire and I just breathe in the peace of the moment. I thank God for this. It pushes me on. I meditate on the Christmas season and my thoughts are full of all the blessings I hope for those around me...my friends, my family, my little girl. If I could wrap up one thing this Christmas and send it to all the people I love, I think it would be a big healthy dose of bone deep faith. I want my daughter to know and understand the depth of love that Christ offers her. I want my husband to be propelled forward by ...

This Blog is updated each Tuesday. " Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses." 1 Timothy 6:12 . There is a poetry of motion contained in the Spirit of God . I would love to capture a small percent of the magnitude of what God is doing in the lives of the people around me. Words at this point are superfluous. This is something you can only understand with a heart of faith. What is God saying to us at this point. Be battle ready. I was mesmerized by a verse I read last week. . " You will be a new threshing instrument with many sharp teeth. You will tear your enemies apart, making chaff of mountains.." Isaiah 41:15 . I love that. The thought of being that fierce is a striking thing. I want that. I want to tear my enemy apart with my teeth. I hate seeing what he tries to do to my sisters, my family, my husband. Everyone I know is in the heat of i...

This blog is updated each Tuesday. Writers write. That's the theory. It's proved to be true as far as I know. When I don't write I feel a part of me withers. There is something about words on paper (or screen). I set this deadline of writing each Tuesday to make sure that I cultivate this passion. It's midnight and I wish I could hang up a sign on my blog that says, "No blog today. Catch you next week." It's staring me down and I know I must write. Last week I was driving along to a Bible study and something happened to me. I wish I could explain it. It was a physical and spiritual feeling simultaneously. I felt as if I had broken a high fever and been transported to another world all at the same time. I was trying to explain it to my husband and the best thing I could come up with is to liken it to spiritual Super Mario Brothers. It was as if I had made it to another level of a game. As you look around on the level everything around appears the same, bu...