I am about to be a mother to a teenaged boy.
Overwhelmed, and feeling unprepared for this time are gross understatements. I've got this nudge in my heart that says, 'I don't have enough time left to prepare this boy of mine for life.' And that thought frightens me a bit. I know that what he faces already is much more than I had to, and I want to just circle the wagons and build a great wall around him and his sisters. Darkness presses in. And here I sit, praying and praying and hoping and praying some more that somewhere along the way Jesus has taken root in my boy's heart. Not the kind of religious, rule following because I have to, kind of thing. Not the I am holier than you kind of thing. The Real Thing. The life of Grace Thing. The Life that flows directly from the very Spirit of God. That out of him flows streams that reflect his True Identity, who God says Isaac Benjamin is.
Purity of Heart.
Honor.
Kindness.
Gentleness.
Peace.
Thankfulness.
and the Joy that comes with it all.
And Grace. Piles of Grace.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
I Dreamed a Dream
3 Dreams in six nights. Three being the number of God to "signify His purpose or His will", and six representing our "sojourn, or work in this world".
Each dream a story of restoration.
One story of a friend being brought back into her intercession ministry that had been set aside for a season.
Another story of a divorced friend and her husband's marriage being restored after he had an encounter with God himself. Then both spent their lives traveling and teaching together. One on worship. The other on dreams.
The last story of my family on the mission field. A fifth child was born to us overseas as we served as missionaries, and due to something beyond our control, we had to leave that child in the care of another while we returned home. For two years we were gone. We went back to get her. This child that looked so much like our oldest daughter. When my eyes fell upon her, they filled with tears. Joy unspeakable at the sight of her, and grief and sorrow over having realized how much she was longed for. I had her back. We had her back.
Restoration.
Intercession.
Worship.
Dreams.
Missions.
I am not quite sure what all this is going to look like. But I have a feeling that God is on the move. Big Time.
Each dream a story of restoration.
One story of a friend being brought back into her intercession ministry that had been set aside for a season.
Another story of a divorced friend and her husband's marriage being restored after he had an encounter with God himself. Then both spent their lives traveling and teaching together. One on worship. The other on dreams.
The last story of my family on the mission field. A fifth child was born to us overseas as we served as missionaries, and due to something beyond our control, we had to leave that child in the care of another while we returned home. For two years we were gone. We went back to get her. This child that looked so much like our oldest daughter. When my eyes fell upon her, they filled with tears. Joy unspeakable at the sight of her, and grief and sorrow over having realized how much she was longed for. I had her back. We had her back.
Restoration.
Intercession.
Worship.
Dreams.
Missions.
I am not quite sure what all this is going to look like. But I have a feeling that God is on the move. Big Time.
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