Friday 26 May 2017

Not Visiting, Remaining

Five Minute Friday! I'm writing for five minutes on two different prompts, visit and remain. Here goes!

I climbed quietly beneath the sheets as hubby snored gently. The light was off and I lay looking round the room, talking with God. I carried in my heart the weeks long burdens of dissapointment, sadness and fear. All relevant and all real. I lay there speaking to my Great King sharing honestly about the things I just couldn't grasp or understand and with it all the messiness of emotional pain. I struggled to identify one word that could sum up what I was going through, but right before my eyes closed I found it. And I whispered it in to the ear of the Saviour, I'm losing hope. 

This morning I woke up refreshed and revived, with a scripture turning around in my heart. I made an image of the scripture laid on my heart from God and even posted it on my Instagram. 
As I shared the image, I felt the power of the Holy Spirit overtake me and I wrote a message for others but also for me. I poured a cup of tea and said God how do you want me to pray today? Just then I read a post that came through on my phone about the process of Lectio Divina, the process of listening to Gods voice and promise through a passage of scripture. I sat down and prayed for some time before turning to the passage in Hosea that had been in my mind. I sat with God listening to His heartbeat, with peace and calmness and He began speaking. The hours floated by as He gave me a glimpse in to my present and my future, what He is doing with my valley and the beautiful promises He is giving. I needed it, so so much. As I closed my Bible, a sudden lie of the enemy snuck in, the seed of doubt. Did God really promise such goodness! As the seed floated up, I picked up my phone and an email sat in my inbox. When I opened it, it had been forwarded from a Bible place whose emails I never open but somehow this one I opened. And right at the top was the verse passage and five verses from Hoshea that God had given me. Only God could do that! With this confirmation I beheld the truth that God's promises do not visit, they remain. Just like His Love, and Faithfulness, His unrelenting pursuit of our hearts and Lives. He is so good, and I am so grateful for this water for my soul. 

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Friday 12 May 2017

The moms who did not Bear - FMF

Five Minute Friday, writing for 5 unedited minutes, and it's the time I let my heart write. No head, just heart and whatever comes out, comes out, sometimes its revelation even for myself! Here goes! This weeks prompt is "mom." 

I've never incorporated the word mom in to my world, simply because I knew I did not want my own children, people find that strange. The fact that hubby and I did not want to be parents to our own children one day. But it's simple really, we love children and have a deep heart for orphans and our spiritual children, the ones we've mentored and loved over the years. We love our nieces, and aunty me over here is forever buying my 4 month old little niece all the little things I can afford (and can't afford). I love her, but mom? Not my identity and not God's either it would seem. I went in to a pre-menapausal state at the age of 29 when my body stopped producing estrogen. It was a very difficult time as hormones play such a huge role in our bodies, more then we know. And at that age and the complications I had, I had to decide on some hormone replacements or a hysterectomy. People gasped when they heard that, but hubby and I knew it was a prayerful decision we could live with. I did not have a hysterectomy and finally this body responded to different treatments and I'm all fixed up now. The part of my identity that has formed around the word mom, is simply somehow being a spiritual mama to many. I love advocating for adoptions and connecting with women that have, this comes from a deep place because Love is part of who we are as children. I have a wonderful earthly mom whom I an thankful for and many spiritual moms over the years, I am so glad for each and every single one of them, I just love them. And the women who have come and invested in my life with love, without having birthed me, they are the ones I hold closest to my heart and to my phone, when days are hard. So perhaps the spiritual moms we have do become the ones we truly value and remember, I think so.

Linking up with Kate M

Thursday 11 May 2017

When my husband folds the undies

I grabbed my art equipment and headed for the door. My hubby stood over the sink, washing dishes. I kissed him, and silently paused just to watch him soaking the soiled plates. The moment was sacred. He was doing the dishes so that I could live a dream and he was happy to do it. So many times, I have walked out the door, on way to a radio interview, or a woman’s meeting and hubby has taken care of the floors or dishes.

 Where I am stronger, I boldly lead. Where he is stronger, he helps, he aids and he settles the fires that can burn out of control especially in ministry. We help one another and boldly place the Messiah as the head of our home. Our testimony and our scars have borne witness to the equality that we have been given as children of God. We never hesitate to love and serve one another, even in our imperfections, of which we have plenty.......

 I'm writing over at Jessica Galan's this week, about the marriage and equality, join me! When my Husband