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I Wonder Where...

Slack, slack, slack, slack, slack-slack...threw out my back. Both cars out of whack. Me out of sorts.
For a few days. And then...I realized... I don't want to lose even these moments. They seem to matter maybe even more than the rest. At least right now...they're all-important. Making the most of everything at the moment. Still believing. God is good.

Life around here has been a little static. Not very elastic or interesting. And I'm okay with that...for now. Good revelation comes like snowfall in winter. I don't have to love the cold, but I can enjoy the scenery and receive it with open hands. Warmth is in my heart.

So... hope recovery... mixed with a love-expanse... painted with truth plain and simple = faith assured. Let it be increasingly so.

The Mummification of Angels

Supernatural Friendship 101

Merci-Loops just mentioned last week that she has a hard time hearing God. "Does He really speak inside... or is that me... or Satan talking. "We had a long discussion about the subject. More to come as the seconds pass.

It is the ultimate training of the troops.

Dedicating ourselves to creating an environment where

TRUE-LIFE-COMMUNION
happens
24/7


...with GOD : hearing, seeing, feeling, tasting, touching Him,

with OTHERS : loving, knowing, exploring, depending, strengthening together,

and with OURSELVES : accepting, befriending, embracing, envisioning, joyfully extending


WHO WE ARE.


Yesterday as we were getting out of the car to go into Hobby Lobby for some art supplies, Merci said...

"Mommy, my hands are burning on fire and Jesus told me to pray for your eyes."

We stopped EVERYTHING and Merci put her hands on my eyes and prayed healing over my eyesight. I kept my glasses off for a bit. Hasn't been restored yet, but I BELIEVE if He spoke it through her, He will do it. No, I don't understand why it didn't happen right then. I don't have to. I just keep believing, receiving. I'll be taking my glasses off at home today to see what happens. I love it that God speaks to my children.

The revelation of Jesus Christ to human hearts is as diverse and delicate a subject as I can imagine. The Goodness of God is so much more grandiose than we can grasp. The little fringes on the hem of His garment that I've been able to lay hold of have brought much supernatural wholeness to me...body, soul, and spirit.

There is Power in I AM that we all need...power that He is willing and ready to give. Jesus healed everyone that came to Him in faith.

It's not about our faith-quotient or how intensely we can believe. It's about trusting His Goodness towards us/for us and placing ourselves in a position to receive all that He's pouring out. There's so much.

We train our children (and ourselves) to welcome and receive whatever God is doing with gusto. If we are faithful with what He has given or is giving, we can be sure as we're reaching for the more of God that is ALWAYS before us, we will find it.

Ask God for it ALL. Why not? He paid for it.

At All Times

I grew up in a disciplinarian environment. And as the one child a good bit different than the other three (at least that's what it felt like). We all learn this parenting thing as we go, and unfortunately most of us naturally act and react to our children in the same way our parents acted and reacted with us. So it's not a question of whether we'll receive healing and provide an environment for our children that is better (more full of grace) than what we had, because I think most of us are adamantly about that higher road. But the question is, "How long will it take to be the parent we want to be?" As we receive healing and learn to appropriate the abundant Divine graces into our thoughts and mentalities, we also verbalize the higher road over our lives and our children:

I WILL LOVE AT ALL TIMES.

I WILL TRAIN IN IDENTITY AND DIGNITY.

I WILL DISCIPLINE IN QUIETNESS AND SOFTNESS.

I WILL LOVE AT ALL TIMES.

Refrigerated Voice

I hope I never have one. I hope stone is never the feeling of my mom-heart. I pray the tone of my life is warm and compassionate. Always compassion.

I have heard the refrigerated voice. It has rehearsed its death words inside of me and out.

No more frigidity. No more rigidity.

We will rise above the noise and repeat it no more.

My children will live red-hot lives of Divine influence...the kind that melts rocks.

Rooted in Trust

"For the rest," said Mrs. Carey, "I make Nancy responsible. If she is young, you must remember that you are all younger still, and I trust you to her."

"The last time you did it, it didn't work very well!" And Gilbert gave Nancy a sly wink to recall a little matter of family history when there had been a delinquency on somebody's part.

Nancy's face crimsoned and her lips parted for a quick retort, and none too pleasant a one, apparently.

Her mother intervened quietly...

"We'll never speak of 'last times,' Gilly, or where would any of us be? We'll always think of 'next' times. I shall trust Nancy next time, and next time and next time, and keep on trusting till I can trust her forever!"

Nancy's face lighted up with a passion of love and loyalty. She responded to the touch of her mother's faith as a harp to the favoring wind, but she said nothing; she only glowed and breathed hard and put her trembling hand about her mother's neck and under her chin.

(from Mother Carey's Chickens by Kate Douglas Wiggins)


Hmmmm...

The Beginning

"Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing; it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur." (Henry Miller)

I believe in impossible things becoming possible. I believe in a God who calls things that are not as though they were. I believe in ever-present help in the maze. I believe exploration is the glory of kings. I believe the art of living is our privilege...and the promise of the unimaginable and fantastical things to come. I believe in believing...and seeing it all.