Valentine's

I haven't wrote in a long time. 
This is just a fun, just-because post....

It's almost Valentine's Day and I'm not very big on V Day. Never
have been. I always have considered it a month of love meant for ALL people
in your world...not just for one other person.

I'm not big on commercialism and holidays.

But this year, being with this incredible man has made me ponder the "specialness" of the day just ahead.... we've worked for over two years with many bumps, delays, and lots of laughter...building a friendship that has slowly turned into the most wonderful relationship....

I'm still not all about this day being about HIM, but I reflect on the joy and hardship of the journey. I don't need anything as proof of his love or feelings
for me. I already trust and know him...his heart. I don't care if flowers show up for me or if I get a card or a fancy dinner. (sure it would be a lovely thing and I'm a girl...so OF COURSE I'm going to love it!) [But] That was never the point. 

Valentine's is just a day to simply celebrate love. 

Love for one another. 

The Bible so delicately commands us that we are to love the Lord, our God, with all our hearts, souls, minds, and strength...and to love others the way we 
love ourselves. God is love. Simply put. We love because of Him in us.

I pray in the days to come that you take some time to just ponder on the good of those around you. That you find contentment in life, no matter the struggle, pain, disappointment, or hardship. That you remember our King's grand love
for you...that you'd be truly rooted and grounded in Him.













....and on a silly note, don't you think Valentine's day is the perfect time to get a gift like this??

Janet, the hippo

love.

The Worship Room

My Home away from home.

My Safety. The place I hide…in Him.

The place I pour myself out.

The place where I replenish.

My chosen avenue to the Throne Room.

The place I listen.

The place I hear.

My “beside still waters.”

My secret place.

On my drive home from work today;

I realized something. Over the past

year now, the worship room….

has become my place of intense labor.

I rush in desperate pursuit of my King’s

heart and find myself shaking in His

very presence because it is so thick and

powerful, but I leave…                                            

                                         unsatisfied.

My only conclusion: labor pains.

There cannot be satisfaction in the labor.

It is hard and mostly painful. It takes a

highly concentrated effort. Focus. Quiet.

And another to push you when you are ready

to give up.

I keep having these satisfying moments that

I think “finally the birthing process has begun.”

But it’s not true yet. The satisfaction “in between”

is just the moment I can catch my breath before

another contraction hits.

The Worship Room.

The place I labor.

The place of un-satisfaction that I must

press through because in the end – His

promise is a satisfaction and destiny that

will never cease.

The Worship Room.

HERE – the promise is being birthed.

The dreams.

The visions.

The prophecies.

The ministry.

The calling.

The destiny.

The woman.

Here, His promise is being birthed.

“It will happen. It will come quickly.

It will be soon.”

So today, I make a decision to run into

the arms of a King, though I may find

no satisfaction or relief yet. Today I make

a decision that tomorrow and the next

day and the next I will do the very same

thing….because more than anything on

earth do I long to see His promise fulfilled

in me and through me.

I hunger and thirst for You only.

I’ll have no other. I want no other.

I choose You. You’re the One I want.

I will waste my life for You.

I will run to You & I will lift my head to

the sky and thank You even when a drought

 has covered the land and the sky is empty.

The Worship Room.

My place of deep anguish, longing, intercession.

My Hope when the eye cannot see.

The place my eyes fixate on when I don’t know

what else to do.

The Worship Room.

The place where His promises will be birthed.

“It will happen. It will come quickly.

It will be soon.”

Give me a heart that looks like Yours. I want to

love the way You love.

i'm still here...

Lately I have had this craving.

For adventure, I suppose.

For the smell of a coffee shop and the busyness

outside its window. For the artwork just down  

the road or a museum to peruse through endless

in thought.  I miss wearing peacoats and carrying

umbrellas and walking down the street – normally

feeling bigger than the surrounding buildings.

For romance too.

Adventure & romance. They go hand in hand,

don’t you think?

…

I’ve been witnessing the very things I’ve

cried out for come true. I’ve watched them unfold

within me and around me. It’s like witnessing a true

miracle. There’s been such joy in this new season.

It’s kind of funny to say, but through the heartache

of the past few years (or rather the healing) – I’ve

found I’m already looking back and some how

missing it.

Not because I felt so close to God then and now

I do not.  No, that’s not it at all.  Rather, I think,

because there was safety and routine and rhythm

in this past season. I came to fit into it and be

content in it as if it were my own skin.

I’m glad things are changing. It means I’m walking

more into my calling. Going deeper still. Witnessing

the very hand of God in my life. I’m working out a

new rhythm with the Lord.  I’m working out contentment

in certain areas.

Things are changing. It’s a new season.

The very one You promised.

It’s a season of life. The blooms fade not. The trees

yield their fruit twelve months of the year.

I’m thankful.

I’m still a little distant. Or cautious.

I enjoy secrets still – just between me & Him.

I doubt this part will ever change.

If you could see me now.

I laugh again. I really laugh again.






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