I had a discussion yesterday at work about faith and love.
The conversation started because I had a dream about a friend and shared it with her. It is hard for me to share my dreams at times because I fear what the person will take from it. But, from my past few dreams and my willingness to share, I have come to realize I have these dreams for a reason. So, I told her. I told her about the dream and how it made me feel and how much I love her. Later I come to find out it was something she really needed to hear. I was so overwhelmed with happiness. God had given me the dream and I was brave enough to step out and share it.
I then told my coworker and she said she had told her Sunday school kids about me. It took me a minute to process what she said. Me... why would you talk about me to a group of kids at Sunday school. She told me each and every person has a gift and it takes strength to step out on those gifts. She told them about how I am a dreamer. She said when I say, "I had a dream," she listens to me. It was so amazing to hear how my simple dreams are effecting more than just me and the subject I dream about. God is so amazing.
Later we got to talking about love and how we should do everything with love. I then told her how my grandmother, in church, one day leaned over and said, "I love you." and from that I looked around the church and was overcome with love for everyone in the building.
Found out she (my coworker) had just read the sermon for the Sunday service and it was about love. She said without love things are mute. There is a song about without love we are nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. We should do all things with love. This song is exactly what I am talking about.
So, when God gives me anything I will choose to do it with love, share it with love, and take it as love. It is an amazing world we live in. If we all were to follow through on those things we are handed how blessed would this world be. If, in times of darkness, we were to take the bad with a dose of love how happy we would be.
I know there are many bad things out there, but with each struggle and trial we are made stronger. We are able to testify later of the work of God. I see so many dark things it can bring a person down. Lately I am taking the bad, the beautiful, and the random as a sign of something God is trying to teach me. Maybe he is giving us all lessons to learn from. Patience, heartache, joy, pain, sorrow, etc. They all are varying degrees of what we must go through. It is how we react that truly shows the real us.
I know this is more of a ramble. I just feel so overcome...with what I don't know; maybe love, peace, sorrow, and the spirit...
Point is be the dreamer, be the reader, be the martyr.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
22 Days of Change
I've been told I haven't posted in a while. I haven't. It has been 22 days since my last post. Seems a lot has happened since then.
I have given 2 testimony's in church, I have had to call for the elders, I have been tested, I have witnessed tiny miracles, I have witnessed sadness, and I have been in pain.
One of the most rewarding things about these past few weeks and by attending church is the love you feel when you arrive and leave, and how it stays with you through out the week.
My dad called me yesterday and told me I had a card from Sis. D. I told him to go ahead and open it and he read it. I am honestly beyond happy he was able to read that. I think it could spark something in him, something that he knows I see in the faith. Maybe by reading the letter he was able to see how close his people are.
These past few weeks have been constantly testing me. I find myself breaking down, begging God for help, and then praising his name for the things he has given me. If you look around there is a lot of darkness, there is a lot of sadness, but there is also a TON of light.
I am going to choose to see the light. I am going to pray for those who are surrounded by darkness and are seeking the light.
Today is a day we didn't have to be given, be thankful we have yet another chance to praise him.
I have given 2 testimony's in church, I have had to call for the elders, I have been tested, I have witnessed tiny miracles, I have witnessed sadness, and I have been in pain.
One of the most rewarding things about these past few weeks and by attending church is the love you feel when you arrive and leave, and how it stays with you through out the week.
My dad called me yesterday and told me I had a card from Sis. D. I told him to go ahead and open it and he read it. I am honestly beyond happy he was able to read that. I think it could spark something in him, something that he knows I see in the faith. Maybe by reading the letter he was able to see how close his people are.
These past few weeks have been constantly testing me. I find myself breaking down, begging God for help, and then praising his name for the things he has given me. If you look around there is a lot of darkness, there is a lot of sadness, but there is also a TON of light.
I am going to choose to see the light. I am going to pray for those who are surrounded by darkness and are seeking the light.
Today is a day we didn't have to be given, be thankful we have yet another chance to praise him.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Draft
*I just posted the The Ability to Follow Through and then I saw this draft. I have no idea how old it is. But how strange to think of what I just posted and this.
Draft:
Not sure if many of you know - I come from a church where we have children at home, with a midwife, no drugs... you know the olden days of child birth.
Anyways, it has come to discussion if my hubby and I were to conceive what we would do. I am 100% positive I want to have my child at home. I am the product of a home pregnancy. Which sets me apart and I love to share the story (I will share that at another time.)
Yet, Tim is not from the same background. He does not understand the natural birth. He sees that once you get pregnant you are at the hospital.
Draft:
Not sure if many of you know - I come from a church where we have children at home, with a midwife, no drugs... you know the olden days of child birth.
Anyways, it has come to discussion if my hubby and I were to conceive what we would do. I am 100% positive I want to have my child at home. I am the product of a home pregnancy. Which sets me apart and I love to share the story (I will share that at another time.)
Yet, Tim is not from the same background. He does not understand the natural birth. He sees that once you get pregnant you are at the hospital.
The Ability of Following Through
My mother gave me a call this morning. She told me about a dream she had.
I was four years old and we were at the Evan's house cleaning before they got home. Then we were about to leave and noticed the mirror was dirty. Then it started to storm and my 4 yr old self told her, I didn't want to leave because it was scary. Then she said, "It's okay we will be safe." Then I told her, "No, this is a safe place."
Then she continued to tell me about her and being an example. My mom is sometimes fearful she has failed to raise me right in the faith. She has no idea the example she has been to me. It is her that makes me want to have my child at home, it is her who makes me want to go to church, it is her who makes me pray daily, it is her stories that make me want to be a better person.
I remember her telling me once that when she was 24 she decided to read the Bible all the way through. She sat outside and tears streamed down her face as she read it. I have always wanted to do this. I remember on my 25th birthday thinking I failed because I had yet to open it.
The thing that gets me the most is she said to stay strong in the faith. If I want to have my baby at home then follow through. She told me I was already stronger than her since I have been able to bring Tim to church. That since I was given dreams I am stronger. She told me to be the example. Be the strong one who follows the word. To not cave when the pressures come. Then she told me if I really wanted to be a midwife I would have to be strong.
She said my dad told her to have a glass of wine. She said when she would get sick before she used to get a glass and pray over it and then she would get better. She said she had forgotten about that. She didn't want to forget anymore.
Here is the kicker - This morning I prayed to God to allow me the answer to know what to do in this time. I want him to guide me in this process. I want him to be there every step of the way. I want him to be what leads Tim and I.
My mother is still very faithful. Although she may not know, she was given the dream by God and followed through on what he gave her. She shared that with me and I have my answer to my prayer I shared with God this morning.
God is so good.
I was four years old and we were at the Evan's house cleaning before they got home. Then we were about to leave and noticed the mirror was dirty. Then it started to storm and my 4 yr old self told her, I didn't want to leave because it was scary. Then she said, "It's okay we will be safe." Then I told her, "No, this is a safe place."
Then she continued to tell me about her and being an example. My mom is sometimes fearful she has failed to raise me right in the faith. She has no idea the example she has been to me. It is her that makes me want to have my child at home, it is her who makes me want to go to church, it is her who makes me pray daily, it is her stories that make me want to be a better person.
I remember her telling me once that when she was 24 she decided to read the Bible all the way through. She sat outside and tears streamed down her face as she read it. I have always wanted to do this. I remember on my 25th birthday thinking I failed because I had yet to open it.
The thing that gets me the most is she said to stay strong in the faith. If I want to have my baby at home then follow through. She told me I was already stronger than her since I have been able to bring Tim to church. That since I was given dreams I am stronger. She told me to be the example. Be the strong one who follows the word. To not cave when the pressures come. Then she told me if I really wanted to be a midwife I would have to be strong.
She said my dad told her to have a glass of wine. She said when she would get sick before she used to get a glass and pray over it and then she would get better. She said she had forgotten about that. She didn't want to forget anymore.
Here is the kicker - This morning I prayed to God to allow me the answer to know what to do in this time. I want him to guide me in this process. I want him to be there every step of the way. I want him to be what leads Tim and I.
My mother is still very faithful. Although she may not know, she was given the dream by God and followed through on what he gave her. She shared that with me and I have my answer to my prayer I shared with God this morning.
God is so good.
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