As I look upon the photos and images of this great and beautiful stretch of land, I am always in awe. There is a mystery and an amazement that catches me every time yet it is not as if it is all foreign and unknown to my heart despite the fact that I have never stepped foot on the land.
Yet I wonder, what is it that keeps me in awe, what is it that causes me to begin to love beyond reasonable explanation. Why do I care for those children more then any other children on this planet? Is it because they look like me or because I know they belong to me, Me as an African American? Do I care for them more because I know that I can love them better then another race because I understand them more then any oneelse....because I am black? Or is it because over the last seven years I have had dreams of me gathering them, protecting them, teaching and taking care of them. Or...is there more.
Could it be another level of love not limited to my reasoning. Can it be the Love of the Father, God himself towards these children and group of people growing and groaning from my heart.
I want to love them. I want to hold them. Hold them and allow the Father's love to embrace them.
I am in love. I am inside of God's love for them and it is good. I may only be able to express to a few with my words but His love will be displayed and known through my life.
I give my life to love them
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I can't believe it's not butter!!
Do you recall that promo quote from the 80's?
Today, I reflect on it because when you grab a small "tub" with that yellow creamy stuff inside and prepare to spread it on your buttermilk biscuit, you expect it to be butter....and well that's not always the case.
That is the same way I feel about believing, stepping out on faith and then seeing it not come to pass.
Our life in the Lord contains more then what is commonly discussed and every step and every adventure is for our benefit and for His honor. Yet we often wonder why, when we go to the "tub" of prayer...reading, declaring His word (logos and rhema),resisting the devil in every way causing him to flee and standing in expectation that when we get up from prayer we will walk directly into our promise....and well that's not always the case.
There is a season of waiting, pressing through, crying, screaming and then there is a brief but the most painful time right before you are kissed with the promise. A friend recently said, its like running the most extreme race ever and right before you get to the finish line you are enduring the worse pain possible and wondering why you decided to be an athlete yet the prize is worth the press.
TODAY, I can say nothing but this, My God will come to my rescue, I will finish the race even if He has to move the finish line closer to my feet.
He didn't take 39 brutal lashes, crown of thorns lodged into his skin, taste His own blood as it poured down his face and then hung up on a tree to be continuously ridiculed so I can just make it by with a partial grin, He died that I might have life and that more abundantly through His Holy Spirit. Not just abundance in materials that are measured by man, but the abundance of love, character, power, fruit of the spirit that last until the return of the King.
So Here I am ....its not butter....its better, come and reveal your Glory Lord, your beloved daughter and friend waits for the truth.
Today, I reflect on it because when you grab a small "tub" with that yellow creamy stuff inside and prepare to spread it on your buttermilk biscuit, you expect it to be butter....and well that's not always the case.
That is the same way I feel about believing, stepping out on faith and then seeing it not come to pass.
Our life in the Lord contains more then what is commonly discussed and every step and every adventure is for our benefit and for His honor. Yet we often wonder why, when we go to the "tub" of prayer...reading, declaring His word (logos and rhema),resisting the devil in every way causing him to flee and standing in expectation that when we get up from prayer we will walk directly into our promise....and well that's not always the case.
There is a season of waiting, pressing through, crying, screaming and then there is a brief but the most painful time right before you are kissed with the promise. A friend recently said, its like running the most extreme race ever and right before you get to the finish line you are enduring the worse pain possible and wondering why you decided to be an athlete yet the prize is worth the press.
TODAY, I can say nothing but this, My God will come to my rescue, I will finish the race even if He has to move the finish line closer to my feet.
He didn't take 39 brutal lashes, crown of thorns lodged into his skin, taste His own blood as it poured down his face and then hung up on a tree to be continuously ridiculed so I can just make it by with a partial grin, He died that I might have life and that more abundantly through His Holy Spirit. Not just abundance in materials that are measured by man, but the abundance of love, character, power, fruit of the spirit that last until the return of the King.
So Here I am ....its not butter....its better, come and reveal your Glory Lord, your beloved daughter and friend waits for the truth.
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