Tag: Holy Spirit
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Coming out of our shells.
There are still so many moments I want to give it all up. Not in a suicidal way. Just the introverted turned extrovertish. Today, the small voice that tries to beckon me back into the quiet corners of the room attempted to lure me back to sleep, all the while simply changing Emmy’s diaper. Things…
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Halfsies.
“‘Come, let us settle this’, says the Lord. ‘Though your sins are scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they are crimson red, they will be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18 CSB I was recently driving down the road when God brought my attention to a little dance studio in passing. A building…
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In the treasure room.
“Blessed is the God & Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavens in Christ. For He has chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world to be holy & blameless in love before Him.” — Ephesians 1:3-4 CSB I’m an over analyzer,…
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Just like Mary.
Pregnant me doesn’t always react gracefully to my emotions. Its a fact. Non pregnant me doesn’t either, but pregnant me SURE AS HECK doesn’t, if that emphasis helps you catch my drift. & lately, to be honest, I have been struggling, ready to throw in the towel on every one & every one who I…
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Joy as a weapon.
“…the joy of the Lord is my strength.” Nehemiah 8:10 Its a tactic. The upper hand. When we pray, maybe instead of praying for strength we pray for a fruit of the Spirit He tells us is the weapon we need wield. Maybe its joy, His deep, fulfilling, purest joy that fits the…
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But there is a river.
This is all funny to me right now, because as I’ve been sitting here for the past 10 minutes figuring out a way to begin this post, I look to my prayer journal at what began this whole thing & the answers right there. So, I’m going to simply start with my prayer. Lord,…
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This is a flourishing.
About a month ago while I was praying, I felt like God was showing me the image of flowers growing out of the tips of my fingers as I held my hands out, palms up, while praying. I remember thinking how beautiful it was, drawing it out in my prayer journal, & walking away, unable…
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Not so random breakthrough surprise parties.
When God is doing incredible things, we praise. When God appears to be stealthily tip-toeing around in camouflage by the silence that seems to be boring the crap out of our prayer life, we stay. We praise. Some times my prayers are more of me pleading “give me focus here as I try to…
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ATLAS
Most days come with the same revelation as the summer time heat. There’s the awakening to the sun’s warm hug, leaping through your window & the day’s concluding that the sun no longer lives outside your window; it has broken into your home, flooding the rooms with a muggy, suffocating hug, all the same as…
TOTHEUNTAMEDHEART. 