Pure as Snow

Pure as Snow

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Me: *Points to area on white shirt.*

Me: “But what about this spot?”

God: “I don’t see anything.”

Me: *Points to new area on shirt*

 Me: “What about this dirty stain? This one has to be the worst yet.”

God: “I see you pure as snow. Why do you keep searching for old stains that aren’t there anymore?”

Me: “I remember them…are they always to haunt me?”

God: “Were you not forgiven? Was My Son’s sacrifice not enough for you?”

Me: “I know it should be, but the bullies of past…their words feel like words etched deeper than the shirt. Like I am always to see myself through their eyes.”

God: “You have put much in man’s opinion of you…find your identity in Me. Every time you remember the hurts & the pains, remember Me. Every time you remember the wrongs done unto you or even your own wrongdoings, remember Me…”

Me: *Stops searching for the marks of the past and focuses on God.*

God: “…every time you feel like searching your pure white shirt, remember that it was bestowed upon you. Remember that I have given you the greatest stain remover, an eternal one…lasting forever…remember Me.”

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Piggy Wiggy

Piggy Wiggy

God: Don’t throw your pearls before swine.


Me: Can Christians still be pigs? Cause I believe I’ve seen a few.


God: They’ve been freed from the pigpen but some do not know how to live differently…and they still yearn for the muddy mess. 
Don’t fall for the sinking mud pits…there are fresh pastures to explore.


Me: What of the pork chops that wander too far past the pasture?


God: They are no longer swine but transformed with knowing Me and they can never go too far with Me. Walk deeper and I will walk with you deeper still.


Me: I guess, I’m thinking about the “religious” piggies who totally wig out on info of You but continually run into a wall and can’t see past it.


God: Ah, that is the brother of the old pig pen. It looks nice and clean and when one compares it to the old pigsty, it looks like heaven…and that’s just what the blind thinks it is. They feel secure within its fencing and everything seems in order…but there is no life…just a detour that takes lost souls off their free range. They continually run into the fencing but never understand that they are trapped.


Me: Huh, thank you for this convo.


God: You’re welcome piggy.


Me: Hey! I thought I was transformed by You!


God: Yes, but remember from where you came…there were times when you didn’t want to leave the pigsty and moments where you were trapped in the delusion of the clean pen. Remember where you were, remember how I saved you, and help others to know.
The Burning Bush

The Burning Bush

If you were raised in a Christian home like me, then you’ve probably seen the animated movie The Prince of Egypt. Yes, it was a goosebumps-inflicting; wave of chills moment when God used Moses to part the sea…but one segment of the movie stuck out more to me…


The burning bush.

“Then he said, ‘Do not come near here; remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.'” Exodus 3:5


When Moses begins to fear man and his own past, God reminds Moses who He is.
“I AM WHO I AM…” Exodus 3:14 
God then goes on to tell Moses what actions to take and what the end result will be…the freeing of his people. (Read the whole chapter of Exodus 3 to soak in this story..preferably while eating popcorn)

Goodness! How would you feel if God asked you to revisit the place where your past will be ever present in the minds of those around you?! Not to mention that Moses killed a man! *Facepalm*


It comes down to God, the Big Cheese, the Dude Upstairs…the great I AM. 


When we focus on man all we see is the mental capacity of man. When we focus on God…well, let’s just say that He can’t fit into a box and is too dynamic to dissect. Sheesh, just look at how much He loves us when we are unloveable!


We don’t need to put on our sandals, for even though our road is narrow, we are walking on holy ground. Our Guide will direct our steps (should we allow Him to), and if we stray from our path He will surely pull us out of the snare of the devil (imagine my saying the enemy’s name in a disgusted manner)…we just need to call upon Him. 


“The mind of a man plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Prov. 16:9


“24The Lord’s bond-servant must not be quarrelsome, but be kind to all, able to teach, patient when wronged, 25with gentleness correcting those who are in opposition, if perhaps God may grant them repentance leading to the knowledge of the truth, 26and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, having been held captive by him to do his will.” 2 Timothy 2:24-2
The Girl in the Meadow

The Girl in the Meadow

The soft tendrils of the meadow flowers glided through her fingers as she made her way through thought-provoking valleys.
Which way to turn?
Which way to go?
She had lost her way in such beauty. The breeze caressed her hair with care…a voice on the wind’s tongue called her. She could not stop; could not wait for those calling behind her…for they did not see what she saw…for where her vision grasped the beauty…others only saw weeds…where she saw hope…others envisioned a desert of darkness.

Not to fear (for the unseeing ones) for she once did not see what she grasps in her vision now…not too long ago she saw darkness and despair. It wasn’t until she called out for help…that a wind with a whisper came a response and a call to take action. As a pounding tremor in her chest grew, she made her way through thick forests of doubt. Trees grasped at her; trying to plant their seeds of fear and death in her mind.
The path grew more precarious and the dread covered her like an old, ratty cloak.
“Help, I cannot do this alone!”
“I am here dear one, listen to My voice. Shed your doubtful cloak and do not water the seeds anymore. Let us destroy the lies with truth. Get up and follow me.”

As she followed the wind, the voice became clearer and began to permeate a shield throughout her. She continues walking and following the voice to this day.

God gave me an image of the girl in the meadow. This girl resembled me but was much stronger on leaning on the “whispering wind” that guided her, than I was with following God.
After I saw this picture, God told me these simple but powerful words: “Keep Running.” I did not name this girl because “she” can be any of us.

“Let us run the race set before us…”

Water Walker

Water Walker

I walked toward the water’s edge and gazed at the rapids before me. There were words spoken and carried by the mist of the waves; calling me by a name that was me but so much more. A single word that expressed every detail of who I was and who I am in Christ. 
I knew it was the One whom my soul loved. Nothing could stand between us; all I had to do was focus on the voice and step onto the damp terrain. Just put one foot in front of the other, but; alas, the beasts of the sea reminded me of the depths and terrors below.
“You can’t do this.” 
“The waters will gobble you up.” 
“The voice you heard was a figment of your imagination.” 


I couldn’t do it.


A better idea sprung into my crammed-packed consciousness.
“I will build stepping stones to my destination!”
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, until I realized that the voice that was calling me had been drowned out by my focus of building each strong stone being supported by beams plunged into the deep. Not only had I barely made a dent in my destination, but I was building my stone pathway in the wrong direction!
Down and depressed on the failure I had become, there came a small voice once again…”Come to Me…”
I had enough of trying on my own, so I stepped onto the water and walked towards a man at the end of a tumultuous wet path. The first part of the walk was steady but after a few moments, I began to sink in fear of my surroundings. Waves threatened to pull me deeper, but then a hand appeared. With all my might, I clung to the hand and was pulled above the surface. The Man spoke to me without using his mouth…He was speaking through His spirit.


“Walk with Me and you shall never hunger…you shall never thirst…you shall never be in want…I am with you always…”


I have been walking with my Friend, Jesus, ever since.

Adventure Time

Adventure Time

Hello. 
I have been so busy with life and falling back in love with food (I once reacted to) that I haven’t taken time to write about these new (and tasty) adventures!
Let us begin with my first job after being sick…


Yep, my first job was away from home! Crazy person here. 
I worked up at Hume Lake (right before they evacuated due to the fire) and made new memories to replace the old ones of when I tried to work when I was sick. Whew! That was a mouthful. If that wasn’t a run-on sentence, I don’t know what is! Hmmm…maybe it wasn’t…meh.
 
Anyways, I was making milkshakes (while doing my happy dance) and enjoying this fun experience in the “Snack Shop.” Then nighttime came and that’s when the memories came on stronger than sweaty socks on a hot summer’s day…God told me to whip out my Sword (Bible) and fight the enemy’s lies with His truths (by speaking them aloud), but I felt weak, vulnerable, and decided just to try and ignore it. Thankfully my sister and bro-in-law came to the rescue and let me stay those nights with them. They were such a comfort as I finally stood my ground when the enemy tried every tactic to make me believe his lies…or even creating the want to believe those lies. The battle became smaller and the enemy’s words weaker when I brought truth and the Sword out in the open (should’ve done that earlier!).


Here I am at my sister’s place after the first night.
 
Above is a picture of the smoke (taken in July) from the rough fire.


I never dreamed that I would have another chance to work at Hume but…it happened! Smoke and all, it was a new memory that I have passed while climbing the cliff of life. 
P.s.
I will hold the “milkshake memories” in my heart forever…


“Milkshake Stain Memories”
Stay tuned for a new post on why we need praying people in our lives…we have friends in this present day spiritual battle…stay tuned…
Valley👉Hill👉Mountain

Valley👉Hill👉Mountain

In Valleys, In Hills, In Glorious Mountains

By: Nicole K.

The battles you are fighting are never small
For you must practice climbing hills before mountains so tall
From far away the high cliffs look scary and steep
But as you take the first step, you realize you are no longer weak
Now, it seems more possible to accomplish what you once desired
Facing your fear; walking away from the eternal fire
Strengthen your legs as you follow Him
By starting in the valley and hills that lead to the mountain
Do not feel the failure when you trip and fall
For the One who is with you can and will heal all
The high cliffs are just the beginning of earth’s end
There is yet a greater journey just around the bend
Where sorrow and tears will flow no more
As we stand in front of heaven’s open doors
So, let us start this adventure that is ahead
And follow the One who died for us and freely bled