Love Me by loving them.

Love.
Sounds wonderful but at times it is so difficult.
I failed to love today.  Easily said. I failed in this department.
Let the frustrations of the day surround me and my emotions.
Let selfishness rise up and take control.  Like it's really all about me anyway?
How I am supposed to be this living light of love...  I fall short all too many times.
Teach me how to love. Teach me how to love the ones that seem so unlovable.
Let me not fear to love despite the circumstances that are faced.
Let not fear rise up and take control... for perfect love casts out all fear.
Let not anger rise up and take control... for anger works not the righteousness of God.
Jesus, help me be swift to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger.
Knock out my selfish tendencies and rise up the living flame... that You so loved me with.
How I was once dark, drugged, and ugly beyond measure.
You - A Beautifully Redeeming Man... came with arms wide open.
Loved me unconditionally and set Eternity into my Heart.
How You renewed my mind, my heart, my soul, my body.
You told me...
"Love Me.  Love Me with all of your heart, with all of your soul, with all of your strength... and love them."
Love them. Love them. Love them.
It rings... but help it cut deep.
I hear You saying... "Love Me by loving them."
How I have failed in this area.  Forgive me and teach me My Lord.
Jesus teach me. Teach me to love as You love.
Teach me to love without standard, without measure.
For You will say...  "Assuredly, I say to you inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My bretheren, you did it to Me."
Help me give all to all for Your Name's sake.
For what reward is there without love?
Thank you that Your compassions fail not, that they are new with me every morning.
You are faithful even when I am not.
Teach me to love.  Teach me to be more like You.

Prophets of Prayer

I had this random thought while driving today.  I was driving while singing my heart out to Jesus and all of a sudden I had this word placed into my mind... "prophet."  I just stopped and repeated it and asked the  Lord... "What do you mean by this?" Immediately I started thinking about the old testament prophets and how they proclaimed messages, decrees, and discipline upon Israel and the Nations.  I thought to myself... "Do we really have prophets of old today?"

Then the Lord spoke these words to me... "Prophets of Prayer."

I immediately was struck by Holy Spirit and joy!  I don't know why but I just started laughing so hard that I had tears in my eyes.  Father-God is so good.  I absolutely love how He speaks to me.  Randomly driving, screaming in worship, and not thinking about anything really biblical at the time.  Then He speaks so clearly that I can hear His voice, even in my soul...  "Prophets.  Prophets of Prayer," He says.  

Its like Father creeps up on us when we least expect it.  Like when you're a child and your mother or father is hiding behind something.  You know the parents are there but when they jump out they still scare you.  Its a kind of surprise and scare that the child loves, in which the child reacts with wanting more... "Do it again, please!" That's how Father-God creeps up on us... "Do it again, please!" :-)

Today, God is still raising up prophets.  These prophets are different from the old testament but not any less of importance.  He is raising up prophets to set decrees, shift the nations, change the atmosphere in regions and cities, and to be united with Him and His plans through prayer.  

He wants His children to have their hearts not in the world but in prayer for the world.  God is raising up a generation of "Prophets of Prayer." 

Consecration

Your hands say my name
Your feet have taken away all this shame
You consume me     You consume me
Like a burning flame running through these veins
You consume me     You consume me

Yeshua come consume me
Yeshua come consume me
Yeshua     Yeshua

Its those hands that speak identity into me
Its those feet that have released Grace freely but yet so undeservingly
Its that crown upon Your brow that has given me honor in becoming Your daughter
Its that slashed side that has given me the water of life

I will come to the well that will never run dry
I will come to the water of life

You say: "Ho! Everyone who thirsts, Come to the waters;
And you who have no money, Come, buy and eat.
Yes, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price."

Come to the well that will never run dry
Come to the water of life
Come to the well that will never run dry
Come receive eternal life

You paid the utmost sacrifice and I give You my whole life
Its in those hands and its in those feet and they scream me!
Nicole... Nicole... come and drink!

Come to the well that will never run dry
Come to this water of life
Come and drink and come and eat
Come receive all of Me

You paid the utmost sacrifice and I give You my whole life
You consume me     You consume me
Like a burning flame running through these veins
You consume me     You consume me

Yeshua come consume me
Yeshua come consume me
Yeshua       Yeshua

Its not about me but its all about You
Less of me and more of You
Dropp'n the popularity cause its not really hot anyway
rather have the burning flame flowing through these veins
It's not for fame but may it all be in Yeshua's Name

"Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless praise." -hymn

Come, Yeshua, come.

Home for Christmas

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!

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.

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

The professional travel with class

It's only the professional that actually take traveling serious and with class. 
Welcome to the little generation of education with style, safety, and professionalism.
Hurry before time runs out and stock runs short.  Go and get yours today.
This advertisment is brought to you by Education and Safety.
Safety and Style for the Professional Minded. :-)


This goes out to my peep in Kansas. Travel with class... not with a back-ache.
Warning from the Education General. :-)

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!

Abu Dhabi at Corniche Boat Dock









Sunset from my rooftop

 

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."

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.