Home for the holidays! I couldn't imagine being anywhere else for Christmas. I've always made it a priority to be home in Indiana for Christmas. Although I've missed numerous thanksgivings, birthdays, and other important events... apologies go forth. Christmas has been my one rule. Through all the different cities, countries, and continents... I've seemed to always make it homebound for the jingle season. I hope that this is always the case during this important festive celebration, "inshallah" I say. His Will over mine. What a wonderful time it has been with family and friends, although I didn't get to see everyone... maybe next time. They will be in my thoughts and prayers.
So here I sit at the airport, drinking a vanilla latte, bags checked, and my new "mac" out- typing away. Yep, I upgraded... I now own a mac! I absolutely love it... but it will take some time to get adjusted. Maybe I can take a tutorial class or two once getting back to the UAE. Unless your reading this, are in my current city, and want to give me free lessons? Coffee will be on me. :-)
A wonderful Christmas in Indiana, heading to a Spirit filled 4 day conference in Kansas City! Holy Spirit rain on me! Aauugghh how I have longed for my home away from home in a different home. Yes, that may be a little confusing but somehow it's true. Kansas City has captured a piece of my heart, it's all about His House of Prayer. I am coming to realize just how important His House... or Houses of Prayer are. My heart has been on fire lately when thinking about His House of Prayer. Transform me to have more Zeal for Your House Lord. Transform this heart to be Zealous for what You are Zealous for. I'm so stoked about this conference! Can't wait to see what He has in store!
So with that said... Here I am, gett'n ready to board another plane (although a shorter flight this time). I have come to realize that there are two things that I had taken for granted while living in the States... tall boots and IHOP! Funny thing is... I'm now wearing boots to IHOP! Hahaha!
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
What about the others?
I lifted my hands high in praise and began to sing my verses to the King. I felt free. I felt absolutely exhilarated. I felt love. I felt grace. I wanted to seek His face. I began to go deep into communion with Him. I can only explain it in a way that a human mind can explain a deep mystery, which isn't any sort of explanation at all. So I can't explain it in words that are comprehendable. It's real. It's alive. It's fire. It's a desire that absolutely consumes you and you never ever want to go back. It's Spirit and Truth. It's His real love.
As I began to commune deep into Him, I told Him "I want to know Your Heart." "What are You feeling?" "Show me a closeness that I have not known." I began to sing my verses in the spirit. As I closed my eyes I saw the darkness of an abandoned room that stung with death. As the room adjusted to my eyes, I realized that I was not alone. As I looked around the room, I saw the whites of little eyes set upon me. I gazed into their faces. Stolen, abused, trapped, and sold. Helplessness. Despair. I looked into their childlike eyes but their sense of childhood seemed to have been buried deep down, until it seemed that it was no longer. My heart yearned to snatch them all up into rescue. Where was I? Who were they? Could I save them? They were abandoned but only to be used. As I looked into their scared faces I could hear the music of intercession for contending for their freedom. The intercession was playing in the darkness of the house. I could hear the prayers going forth but they could not hear them. How I could feel God's love for them. How I could feel God's very Heart for them.
A man appeared to enter the room. Rushing to me in a frantic he said "Hurry. It's time to go. Grab 1 child." So I grabbed one child as a mother hen would rescue one of her young. I put him under my wing and began to run. I ran the child to safety. Placing him down into the shadow of the Almighty. Safe he was but wait... I began to scream and cry... "No! What about the others?! What about the others?!" They were stuck in the trap of slavery.
As I began to commune deep into Him, I told Him "I want to know Your Heart." "What are You feeling?" "Show me a closeness that I have not known." I began to sing my verses in the spirit. As I closed my eyes I saw the darkness of an abandoned room that stung with death. As the room adjusted to my eyes, I realized that I was not alone. As I looked around the room, I saw the whites of little eyes set upon me. I gazed into their faces. Stolen, abused, trapped, and sold. Helplessness. Despair. I looked into their childlike eyes but their sense of childhood seemed to have been buried deep down, until it seemed that it was no longer. My heart yearned to snatch them all up into rescue. Where was I? Who were they? Could I save them? They were abandoned but only to be used. As I looked into their scared faces I could hear the music of intercession for contending for their freedom. The intercession was playing in the darkness of the house. I could hear the prayers going forth but they could not hear them. How I could feel God's love for them. How I could feel God's very Heart for them.
A man appeared to enter the room. Rushing to me in a frantic he said "Hurry. It's time to go. Grab 1 child." So I grabbed one child as a mother hen would rescue one of her young. I put him under my wing and began to run. I ran the child to safety. Placing him down into the shadow of the Almighty. Safe he was but wait... I began to scream and cry... "No! What about the others?! What about the others?!" They were stuck in the trap of slavery.
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