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.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Pass by
As I stand on this mountain trembling with fear... I hear Him say...
Return to the way, the way of the wilderness My dove
My child do not be dismayed, you will never be alone
I have reserved 7,000 who have yet to bow down
In the quiet of my soul I search for You
In the stillness of my soul I take time for You
In the quiet of my soul I hear You
In the stillness of my soul You pass by
Your not in the wind that is breaking the mountains
Your not in the quake that is shaking the nations
Your not in the winds that breaks the rocks to pieces
Your not in the fire consuming the world's desires
As I stand on this mountain top trembling with fear
Searching for my Beloved who I know is very near
Those who have ears let them hear ... let them hear, let them hear, let them hear, let them hear
As my mantle drapes around me, I hear what the Spirit says
In the quiet of my soul I search for You
In the stillness of my soul I take time for You
In the quiet of my soul I hear You
In the stillness of my soul You pass by
Jesus, Your not in the wind
Jesus, Your not in the quake
Jesus, Your not in the fire full of humanities desires
Your not in the wind, Your not in the quake,
Your not in the fire full of humanities desires
Then I hear a still small voice...
a still small voice...
Jesus, Your the Mantle of my soul
Return to the way, the way of the wilderness My dove
My child do not be dismayed, you will never be alone
I have reserved 7,000 who have yet to bow down
In the quiet of my soul I search for You
In the stillness of my soul I take time for You
In the quiet of my soul I hear You
In the stillness of my soul You pass by
Your not in the wind that is breaking the mountains
Your not in the quake that is shaking the nations
Your not in the winds that breaks the rocks to pieces
Your not in the fire consuming the world's desires
As I stand on this mountain top trembling with fear
Searching for my Beloved who I know is very near
Those who have ears let them hear ... let them hear, let them hear, let them hear, let them hear
As my mantle drapes around me, I hear what the Spirit says
In the quiet of my soul I search for You
In the stillness of my soul I take time for You
In the quiet of my soul I hear You
In the stillness of my soul You pass by
Jesus, Your not in the wind
Jesus, Your not in the quake
Jesus, Your not in the fire full of humanities desires
Your not in the wind, Your not in the quake,
Your not in the fire full of humanities desires
Then I hear a still small voice...
a still small voice...
Jesus, Your the Mantle of my soul
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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Hurry before time runs out and stock runs short. Go and get yours today.
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Monday, September 20, 2010
Stepp'n off a jet into the Desert
It's true. It's true. I finally did it. I moved to the Middle East.
Boarded a plane in Chi-town...
landed in a brown sandy ravine surrounded by the Persian Golf.
Wait or should I call it the Arabian Golf? Either way I'm in the desert but on the beach.
Wow! Should I say it's just mildly hot here? I guess that would be an understatement.
As I walk out the hotel sliding glass doors looking for an infamous pink female-only cab...
I go to rub off the instant steam forming upon my sunglasses.
At 7am it feels similar to walking into a steam room... but it should eventually subside with the cooler winter.
I'm employed through an all girls primary school and it’s definitely not in the city.
Although I am staying in the city until further notice...
placed high up in an Aloft. Apartments are being sought as I type (hopefully).
Seems there is a lack of enrichment in city apartments due to the high importation of foreign English teachers.
I'm beginning to feel apartment cooped. AAUUGGHH!!!
This to say that I have been to the gym quite often these past few weeks.
It's not a "Lifetime Gym" but it sure does do the trick of burning energy, as well as stress.
Now only if I could find a GNC. Heard there was one in Dubai (1 1/2 hour drive).
Did I mention the driving? Some drive an easy 200 K on this sandy path.
No longer have to watch out for deer... because you just might hit a camel!
Did you know that 1 camel is worth a quarter of a million dollars!
No wonder camel racing is the big hit here!
Back to the driving situation...
let's just say the U.A.E. is known to have the most accidents in the world.
Although it is also known to be one of the safest cities in the world.
Give or take... accidents vs. safety. Contradiction huh?
Got in a wreck the other day. A small mini bus hit the back of our cab.
Pretty hard hit. Jarred my thoughts and gave confusion.
Thankful that I came out in perfect condition. Not a scratch, bruise, or sore muscle. Praise the Lamb!
Speaking of praising... Found a church last Friday.
Still have to say that I miss IHOP.
Yes Friday is the holy day here. This will take time to adjust to.
Even though every day is holy in my little praise book.
So my Thursday is actually my Friday.
My Friday is actually my Sunday.
Surprisingly my Saturday is just my normal Saturday.
Now my Sunday is now my Monday. I don't like this one, but again you give or take.
Well this has been the longest 2 weeks of my life.
I'm alive, healthy, a little lighter, smiling-today, praying, still dreaming :-), and praising the Lamb with no reservation (even with the paper mache hotel walls).
Yes it's true. I moved to the desert and I will sing.
Looks as if I am no longer in Kansas anymore.
ps. I now for the first time in my life have a "bidet toilet" and I'm scared to use it!
Boarded a plane in Chi-town...
landed in a brown sandy ravine surrounded by the Persian Golf.
Wait or should I call it the Arabian Golf? Either way I'm in the desert but on the beach.
Wow! Should I say it's just mildly hot here? I guess that would be an understatement.
As I walk out the hotel sliding glass doors looking for an infamous pink female-only cab...
I go to rub off the instant steam forming upon my sunglasses.
At 7am it feels similar to walking into a steam room... but it should eventually subside with the cooler winter.
I'm employed through an all girls primary school and it’s definitely not in the city.
Although I am staying in the city until further notice...
placed high up in an Aloft. Apartments are being sought as I type (hopefully).
Seems there is a lack of enrichment in city apartments due to the high importation of foreign English teachers.
I'm beginning to feel apartment cooped. AAUUGGHH!!!
This to say that I have been to the gym quite often these past few weeks.
It's not a "Lifetime Gym" but it sure does do the trick of burning energy, as well as stress.
Now only if I could find a GNC. Heard there was one in Dubai (1 1/2 hour drive).
Did I mention the driving? Some drive an easy 200 K on this sandy path.
No longer have to watch out for deer... because you just might hit a camel!
Did you know that 1 camel is worth a quarter of a million dollars!
No wonder camel racing is the big hit here!
Back to the driving situation...
let's just say the U.A.E. is known to have the most accidents in the world.
Although it is also known to be one of the safest cities in the world.
Give or take... accidents vs. safety. Contradiction huh?
Got in a wreck the other day. A small mini bus hit the back of our cab.
Pretty hard hit. Jarred my thoughts and gave confusion.
Thankful that I came out in perfect condition. Not a scratch, bruise, or sore muscle. Praise the Lamb!
Speaking of praising... Found a church last Friday.
Still have to say that I miss IHOP.
Yes Friday is the holy day here. This will take time to adjust to.
Even though every day is holy in my little praise book.
So my Thursday is actually my Friday.
My Friday is actually my Sunday.
Surprisingly my Saturday is just my normal Saturday.
Now my Sunday is now my Monday. I don't like this one, but again you give or take.
Well this has been the longest 2 weeks of my life.
I'm alive, healthy, a little lighter, smiling-today, praying, still dreaming :-), and praising the Lamb with no reservation (even with the paper mache hotel walls).
Yes it's true. I moved to the desert and I will sing.
Looks as if I am no longer in Kansas anymore.
ps. I now for the first time in my life have a "bidet toilet" and I'm scared to use it!
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| Abu Dhabi at Corniche Boat Dock |
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| Sunset from my rooftop |
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Annointing of Bethany
What if this fragrant oil is everything that has ever meant anything?
What if this alabastar flask is our very lives and the oil is all of our dreams, hopes, and desires.
To take our flasks and break them open giving up our oil, which is everything that is really anything, and its all worship unto this King.
I hear the peoples of society saying...
"Why this waste? Why this waste?
For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor!
What a waste! A life wasted and thrown down the drain!
When this life could have been used for fortune, business, or fame!
What a waste we say!"
Then I hear the King say...
"Leave my child be for my child has done a good and pleasing work unto me.
May the whole world know that this life was not a waste in time.
May this be a memorial of her love and devotion of faith.
Beautiful worship in preparation."
I then hear the child say...
"What is this life anyway? I live for another day."
What if this alabastar flask is our very lives and the oil is all of our dreams, hopes, and desires.
To take our flasks and break them open giving up our oil, which is everything that is really anything, and its all worship unto this King.
I hear the peoples of society saying...
"Why this waste? Why this waste?
For this fragrant oil might have been sold for much and given to the poor!
What a waste! A life wasted and thrown down the drain!
When this life could have been used for fortune, business, or fame!
What a waste we say!"
Then I hear the King say...
"Leave my child be for my child has done a good and pleasing work unto me.
May the whole world know that this life was not a waste in time.
May this be a memorial of her love and devotion of faith.
Beautiful worship in preparation."
I then hear the child say...
"What is this life anyway? I live for another day."
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Bonded
"The evangelization of the world is in desperate struggle with the Prince of Darkness and with everything his rage can stir up in the shape of obstacles, vexations, oppositions, and hatred, whether by circumstances or by the hand of man. It is a serious task. Oh, it should mean a life of consecration." Francois Coillard
Bonded unto life. Bonded unto death.
Bonded unto Christ but more Alive.
A life of dedication. Prayer. Fasting. Purity. Kindness.
A life of happy holiness. Pursuit of Highest.
Oh this Joy. Oh this Joy.
A life full of love. A life of love.
A life bonded unto this Beautiful Man, Christ Jesus.
The pursuit of a life of consecration.
What does this mean?
A life of a bonservant of Christ Jesus.
Freely you have received. Freely you shall give.
Bonded unto life. Bonded unto death.
Bonded unto Christ but more Alive.
A life of dedication. Prayer. Fasting. Purity. Kindness.
A life of happy holiness. Pursuit of Highest.
Oh this Joy. Oh this Joy.
A life full of love. A life of love.
A life bonded unto this Beautiful Man, Christ Jesus.
The pursuit of a life of consecration.
What does this mean?
A life of a bonservant of Christ Jesus.
Freely you have received. Freely you shall give.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
"Nestle" from Heaven
As I pulled into the parking spot, I thought to myself "why not start at a different location." So as I put my running gear on, I began to prepare for the 6 mile run. Something about running on cool days makes my spirit come alive. :-D So I placed my IPOD on Genesis and began to treck through the book of Genesis as I ran over the hill and through the woods (and not Grandmother's house).
About half way through my jog, I realized that there was no water stand. "Oh why did I have to start at a different location?" Usually I start at the beginning of the Indian Trail and about half way through I reach my third park, which has a water rest area. It's the perfect place to rest; grab water, stretch, watch random children play, and then treck back. I was now wondering why I had started at the rest area. I guess some decisions we make can never be deciphered. See what change gets me into... thirst! About this moment, I stopped and sent up a short prayer to Heaven. I looked up and said "Oh Lord. No water. So thirsty. Help." Not thinking for much of a response to my prayer, I continued to run down the all-so-luscious-green trail.
Continuing on my journey through Genesis, I ran for about 1.2368 minutes and came across an amazing surprise! Right in the middle of the path sat a water bottle! I slowed my pace, as when putting a movie on slow motion to see a funny affect. As I slowly jogged past the water bottle, I looked at it with complete amazement! I then stopped and looked over my shoulder... "Yep, it was still there." I then began to jog backwards, as a movie being put on rewind to recapture a funny affect. As I got to the water bottle, I came to a stop or should I say "pause mode." I just stood there in amazement! I bent down to touch it to see if it was real. It was real alright, I wasn't experiencing a vision. Not only was the water bottle real, it was unopened, and cold! To top it off, the brand was "Nestle-Pure Life." Everyone knows this is the best brand, not to mention how aesthetically appealing the container is. Who would have thought that I would be in need of water, pray, and come right across 9 fl oz of purified water enhanced with minerals for taste, in which is unopened and cold to quench my thirst?
I am still wondering the odds being at this specific location, starting at a new destination, thirsting, praying for water, running upon a bottle of water, it being unopened, cold, purified at that, and most importantly the exact brand that I drink! What are the odds? What are the numbers of possibilities? You know what I say to the odds and number? Forget the odds and numbers, let’s drink!
Now whoever said that prayers are never answered? He must love me or something. :-D
About half way through my jog, I realized that there was no water stand. "Oh why did I have to start at a different location?" Usually I start at the beginning of the Indian Trail and about half way through I reach my third park, which has a water rest area. It's the perfect place to rest; grab water, stretch, watch random children play, and then treck back. I was now wondering why I had started at the rest area. I guess some decisions we make can never be deciphered. See what change gets me into... thirst! About this moment, I stopped and sent up a short prayer to Heaven. I looked up and said "Oh Lord. No water. So thirsty. Help." Not thinking for much of a response to my prayer, I continued to run down the all-so-luscious-green trail.
Continuing on my journey through Genesis, I ran for about 1.2368 minutes and came across an amazing surprise! Right in the middle of the path sat a water bottle! I slowed my pace, as when putting a movie on slow motion to see a funny affect. As I slowly jogged past the water bottle, I looked at it with complete amazement! I then stopped and looked over my shoulder... "Yep, it was still there." I then began to jog backwards, as a movie being put on rewind to recapture a funny affect. As I got to the water bottle, I came to a stop or should I say "pause mode." I just stood there in amazement! I bent down to touch it to see if it was real. It was real alright, I wasn't experiencing a vision. Not only was the water bottle real, it was unopened, and cold! To top it off, the brand was "Nestle-Pure Life." Everyone knows this is the best brand, not to mention how aesthetically appealing the container is. Who would have thought that I would be in need of water, pray, and come right across 9 fl oz of purified water enhanced with minerals for taste, in which is unopened and cold to quench my thirst?
I am still wondering the odds being at this specific location, starting at a new destination, thirsting, praying for water, running upon a bottle of water, it being unopened, cold, purified at that, and most importantly the exact brand that I drink! What are the odds? What are the numbers of possibilities? You know what I say to the odds and number? Forget the odds and numbers, let’s drink!
Now whoever said that prayers are never answered? He must love me or something. :-D
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I love Thee
_________________________
Your always so patient with me
You never get fed up
With my resistibility
Your always so patient with me
… and He’s so patient with me
Your always so patient with us
Wanting none to perish
But all to come to repentance
Your always so patient with us
… and He’s so patient with you
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Always so patient
Wanting us to seek His Face
Always so patient
Wanting us to open the door
Wanting us to fall into His saving grace
Wanting us to fall in love
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Jesus I think I’m in love
Jesus I think I’m in love
Jesus I’m in love
_______________________
Your always so patient with me
You never get fed up
With my resistibility
Your always so patient with me
… and He’s so patient with me
Your always so patient with us
Wanting none to perish
But all to come to repentance
Your always so patient with us
… and He’s so patient with you
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Always so patient
Wanting us to seek His Face
Always so patient
Wanting us to open the door
Wanting us to fall into His saving grace
Wanting us to fall in love
Jesus Jesus Jesus
Jesus I think I’m in love
Jesus I think I’m in love
Jesus I’m in love
_______________________
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
ache of rain
As I stood at the sliding glass door holding my groceries, I looked out upon the flooded parking lot. "It absolutely is raining 'Noah's flood' ... but where is the Ark" I thought. As I waited for the rain to calm, I couldn't help but take in my surroundings... breathing in the freshness of the rain, the sound of the thunder in the distance, and the beauty of the white lighting streaks upon the dark sky. I absolutely was in love and my heart hurt. All of a sudden I had this ache in my heart to be near Him. How I love thunderstorms and have ever since I was a little girl, but suddenly at this point in my life (beginning today it seems), they seem to bring about an ache of lovesickness. At that moment I just had this image flash into my soul...
There I was standing in the darkness of the night, standing in the middle of the rain. My head looking upward in the dark sky, and gazing into the eye of the storm. The rain was absolutely soaking me and I was loving every single drop that hit me. I raised my hands in worship. Somehow as I was drawn to the eye of the storm, it brought calmness to my soul. I stood in the center of the storm, rain pouring down upon my soul, lighting and thunder crashing around me, and I worshiped.
The rain began to let up slightly and I thought to myself "What the heck... might as well get wet. My heart is lovesick for Him anyway." So I began to slowly walk out to my car. A precious older man offered to give me a lift to my car (who knows he might have been an angel-seemed to have a special glow about him) but I just looked up and said no-thank you and blessed him. How the rain felt soothing. I climbed into my car and as I pulled out of the 'Wall-mart' parking lot, I began to feel the ache creep up into my heart again. How much I longed for Him. How is it that I can long for a Man that I have never seen in the natural? Or maybe the natural isn't really the natural and the night-time-dream-land is really the natural? Or maybe there isn't really a natural but only the reality of my soul? I'd like to think of the latter... but someday He will surely explain it to me as I sit with Him at His table. Maybe it really won't matter when I finally get to His table. So as I drove home, I began to put a new association with the center of a storm and the center of my heart. As I pulled up to my house, I just sat in my car. Not wanting to move, not wanting to go in, wanting to be all alone with Him. As I now sit listening to the rain fall upon my window, listening to the thunder come crashing down, all I can think about is how much my heart aches. It's true. I am lovesick for a Beautiful Man. When can I be with Him? When?
There I was standing in the darkness of the night, standing in the middle of the rain. My head looking upward in the dark sky, and gazing into the eye of the storm. The rain was absolutely soaking me and I was loving every single drop that hit me. I raised my hands in worship. Somehow as I was drawn to the eye of the storm, it brought calmness to my soul. I stood in the center of the storm, rain pouring down upon my soul, lighting and thunder crashing around me, and I worshiped.
The rain began to let up slightly and I thought to myself "What the heck... might as well get wet. My heart is lovesick for Him anyway." So I began to slowly walk out to my car. A precious older man offered to give me a lift to my car (who knows he might have been an angel-seemed to have a special glow about him) but I just looked up and said no-thank you and blessed him. How the rain felt soothing. I climbed into my car and as I pulled out of the 'Wall-mart' parking lot, I began to feel the ache creep up into my heart again. How much I longed for Him. How is it that I can long for a Man that I have never seen in the natural? Or maybe the natural isn't really the natural and the night-time-dream-land is really the natural? Or maybe there isn't really a natural but only the reality of my soul? I'd like to think of the latter... but someday He will surely explain it to me as I sit with Him at His table. Maybe it really won't matter when I finally get to His table. So as I drove home, I began to put a new association with the center of a storm and the center of my heart. As I pulled up to my house, I just sat in my car. Not wanting to move, not wanting to go in, wanting to be all alone with Him. As I now sit listening to the rain fall upon my window, listening to the thunder come crashing down, all I can think about is how much my heart aches. It's true. I am lovesick for a Beautiful Man. When can I be with Him? When?
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