Play Your Own Tune

Play Your Own Tune

 Like playing an instrument, conversing with people takes practice. Once you learn the basics, you can spout off your own “tune.” Although, you will soon find out that some will perceive it with enjoyment; whilst others will detest it. Don’t chase after the ones that walk away and don’t try to copy their tune just to get them to stay. No, for there are others who will like your own unique sound…and you know what? Get out of your head. Stop thinking about each “note” and how it could be received. Hey, if the Conductor directed you, play your tune the way He uniquely made you to play. You might just be surprised how lovely your sound is without overthinking every “note.” Harmonies may clash, but the Conductor brings people together to make beautiful music. 

So remember… 

Be real.

Be honest.

Be you.

Play your unique tune. 

P.s. The Conductor loves your uniqueness. 

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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…”

This Girl is Back!

This Girl is Back!

Hi all! I’ve been quiet about my life recently, because there has been a big turn in my health journey…

Deep down I knew that God could be my Healer, but there was something in the way…an area in my life where I didn’t let God in…I read and reread every verse of the Bible on healing; feeling that good health was always out of my reach. I was focused on the struggle instead of the miracle…instead of God. I read every book I could find of people who have experienced God’s miracles (Heaven is for RealWaking up in HeavenIf God Wants Me Well…A More Excellent Way to Be in HealthMysterious Ways Magazine). The thirst for these stories was unquenchable…but what I really wanted was what these stories contained…the God that they spoke of…the Jesus that visited me in my dream (see here for post of my dream).

One day, I had enough of the struggle and was ready for the walk of faith. I was home alone, I fasted and prayed as God revealed areas that I had closed off to Him in my life. I confessed, asked His forgiveness, and then He led me to take the Lord’s supper. With simple unleavened bread and a small glass of wine, I consumed it. Later on, symptoms of past food reactions began to show as the fear of reaction tempted me…but I took this thought captive and told the enemy that he had no more hold on me. The evil one came at me with fear a few times but I used my sword (the Bible).

Enemy: You will have a reaction…look at how sick you’ve gotten just from eating a carrot not too long ago.
Me: I used to have no reactions until fear came into my life. Until my body was physically weak after dental surgery, you came at me with fear and stress. You had me under the bondage of fear…but I am in bondage no longer. You wish to steal, kill, and destroy; God hopes for me to live life and live it abundantly (see John 10:10). He hopes for me to be in health (see 3 John 1:2).

After the enemy failed at that persuasiveness, he went berserk and tried all my different doors. He tried the doors of past weaknesses/struggles/temptations…and as I continued to stand with the Word of God under my hand, I felt him weakening. Soon, he left completely and I had peace and great amounts of joy.

“Neither give place to the devil.” Ephesians 4:27
“Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” James 4:7
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copy-cropped-image2-e13948193316851.jpgJust like my original picture (above) on “On the Cliff of Life,” I was trying to hold onto all that I imagined life was supposed to be like with everything being under my control. I was torn in two…wanting the life I thought was the yearning of my heart but also craving the greatness of God (which I found out was my true heart’s desire). I knew but didn’t fully grasp the meaning the darkness held of the unknown and the faith or why I drew it (near the bottom of the cliff)…but as I let go and fell into the faith-filled darkness (faith is blind…see Heb. 11:1)…I began to truly grasp God’s meaning for my life (truly amazing!)…and also Satan’s wish for my life (everything that is opposing Christ and all His blessings). Now, instead of hanging off the edge of the cliff…I let go, fell into God’s capable/loving hands and am now climbing the cliff of life. Below is a pic of the drawing of my new journey I am on…

  

As the cloud disguises the top of the cliff, I am the same in not knowing every detail of my future here on earth…but I know who holds my future and walks before me in every tomorrow. As I climb, I hope in Him. There will be battles with the enemy ahead but I know the war is already one.

“A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
“Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Matt. 6:34   See also Hebrews 2:14,15

I no longer have reactions to any foods, no more chronic fatigue (have SO much energy), no more brain fog, no more symptoms of MCS and am continuing to walk out of fear…learning to walk in-step with my Daddy in heaven (God).

What do I eat now? I still prefer grass-fed/pasture-raised meats (just tastes SO good), I eat a mostly organic diet (not because of fear of pesticides but due to my own preference), I eat carrots and nuts (things that used to give me horrible reactions!!! Not anymore! Whoop whoop 😃), and am eating everything with chocolate (okay, maybe not the chocolate-covered crickets or scorpions…I’m not THAT in love with chocolate to eat critters in it).

Stay tuned for an update of what I am doing with this new freedom…some exciting things! 😊


Disclaimer: I am not a doctor nor do I hold a medical license. I am just a person who is seeking God and continuing to find Him. If you are ill and are curious about God and His miracles, I reccomend spending time with God, His Word, and a notebook. “Ask, and it shall be given you, seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it will be opened unto you.” Matt. 7:7  If you want encouragement and more help along your health journey, I recommend Beinhealth.com and one of their great books, “A New Song for Marcia.”  

Well, THAT was fun…

Well, THAT was fun…

Well, THAT was fun…
I was home alone when someone was doing “finger push-ups” on the doorbell…I finally checked the windows (with the mission impossible theme song playing in my head) to see who it was…our propane guy.
Barefooted, I ran the “get-the-propane-guy’s-attention-marathon” to our junk drawer, grabbed the gate key and jumped over some dog poop to get to my destination…the backyard gate. With the speed of a jackrabbit, the lock was thrown off the gate as I awkwardly made my way towards his truck. Step by step I sneaked up to the passenger truck window…not seeing the driver at first until I got closer. I gave him an awkward wave. He got out of his truck and introduced himself…I did NOT register his name for I then realized what I looked like in the eyes of a propane guy…

OLD SWEATPANTS
STAINED T-SHIRT
HAIR FALLING OUT OF MY ONCE CUTE HEADBAND UPDO
AWKARD FACIAL EXPRESSION
OH NO…IT DOESN’T STOP THERE…

I told PG (propane guy) that Duke is friendly, all-the-while thankful that our small dogs were inside…
I decided to make it easier on PG, and bring DUKE inside. I call Duke over but instead of him coming inside, TWO of our little mutts escaped, barking with the fury of a cat thrown into water! I ran, yelling at the dogs to come to me but who would want to come to a loud-voiced human who is irritated? 😐
Finally, I caught-up to my dog and grabbed him while he was in mid-pee, kept on scolding Tula, and called Duke over. I did a quick look at PG who had the propane truck hose ready to come into our backyard but was held back for some reason…I saw it on his face. FEAR. Was it fear of the little dogs or fear of the crazed, hair going every-which-way, dog-chasing, dog-scolding human with the old clothes? Well, let’s just say his surprised/scared eyes weren’t on the dogs.

I ended up bringing all the dogs in the house (I think God felt sorry for me and FINALLY made the dogs understand my threats). I did not look back even once…although, I did listen…and a large amount of minutes passed before I heard the guy in our backyard.

*Sigh* I think both PG and I learned something today…I learned to handle crazy situations (even when I myself look crazy) and PG learned to face his fears (even if it took him a few minutes to step foot in our backyard again).

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👆Don’t let this cute pic of one of our pups fool you…if someone comes in our backyard, this dog is like a hungry mosquito when it first senses blood.