Just a Note...

Hey guys! I know I do not post very consistently on this blog! I write as the Lord leads. I just wanted to point you guys to my other blog that I write on much more consistently! Here's the web address: http://streamsofabundance-katy.blogspot.com/

How many times have I tuned my light switch on and off? About a thousand. How many times have I sat down at my desk to work and turned my lamp on. About a thousand. Something we don't normally think about. A light on and a light off. Something we casually do. Something normal. But did you ever consider that you could apply that analogy to Christianity? So many Christians turn their light (Jesus) off and on. So many Christians put God in a box. So, so many do it. This breaks my heart. I used to do it. I used to save God for Sundays. But God changed me. When I started getting into the word daily, my life was changed. Something so simple yet so powerful. When I started growing closer to God and having a personal relationship with him, my life was changed. I have always loved God. I have always believed in Him. But as I get older, I am faced with a choice. Choose God, or not. It all comes down to that question in the end. Will you choose God, or Satin? The "norm" Christianity turns God "on" on Sundays, and "off''' the rest off the week. It is such an easy habit to get into to, but a very dangerous one. My relationship with the Lord is growing, daily. But of late, it has grown even stronger. I find myself no able to turn the switch "off." I just can't do it. Friends that would normally see me when the switch was "off " are now giving me the, 'you are so weird' look. It hurts, but yet I am glad. I have gotten this look all my life. And as my relationship with Christ becomes stronger I find my self not being embarrassed any more, but almost angry. Frustrated that every one is turning this "switch" off. It is being turned on and off so frequently. I hurts me to see people living like this. I have experienced God move. I have experience God's power. And when you have experienced His power, you are wrecked for life.

So, here I am, a 13 year old girl, standing in the middle of a broken world, crying out for God to show up in a mighty way. I am seeking Him, I am pursuing Him.

But why am I not receiving an answer?

Why are people living like this?

Why don't people GET it?

Why? Why? Why?

But I know that deep in my heart I have received an answer...

The Lord keeps bringing me back to the passage in Acts where they receive the Holy Spirit. But several times before they received, Jesus said, "Wait." Wait for the Holy Spirit. But He was still doing something very powerful though in the times of "waiting." He was preforming miracles, people were getting healed, set free. He died on the cross and rose again. All in that time of waiting, he was preparing.

I wait. Somewhat impatiently. I am so excited to see what God is going to do. But as I pray for God to show up in a mighty way (and praying for patience), I wait. And I know He will show up in an amazing way.

The battle has already been won, spiritually. But God is waiting for his people, his chosen ones to step forth and receive their calling, their command from the most high officer. God is lining up his people for battle, using those cool secret mission guys to get more soldiers, and the soldiers that are lined up, wait. They wait for a command. But while they are waiting for a command, they are training. Working to get stronger and learn more battle strategies. And when that command is given, they follow the battle plan. They obey. They fight. Their one goal is to carry out the mission the "officer" has given them. The command is coming, it is near, but God is getting his army ready behind the scenes.

Are YOU a soldier? Get ready for the command. It is coming. Get ready for the battle, put your armor on. We will begin soon.

(and in the mean time of waiting, please pray for me that I would have patience in this waiting time. I am praying for you guys too.)

As I turn another page in my calender, I think over the last few months. They have been good, filled with lots of moments I will never forget. Then I think even further back, years back. I smile. The Lord is good. There have been good, and hard times. Joyful, and sorrowful times. As summer is turning into autumn I can't help but feel that something different is fixing to happen. Not just simply the changing of seasons, but the changing in life. As we grow and mature, we experience something greater than the time before. Lately I have been so filled with words from the Holy Spirit, over flowing out of my mouth to other people. My heart is full. It is almost as if it is trying to hold on to days past, but wanting something new to happen too. The Lord is so good. He gives me words, and words, and words to express what he has done in my life, and is doing, and have been sharing that a lot lately with the people around me!

 

Its the same with the changing of seasons. It doesn't quite want to let go of summer, but the need is greater for it to change into fall. But it expresses the change through the color, and weather changes, and so much more! That is how God made it. That is how God made us.

 

Something is changing, I can feel it. I feel like a new season in my life is fixing to start. (not necessarily a new season in a year, but a new season that God is bringing in my life.)

 

I know with every.single.ounce. of my whole.entire.being. straight to the core of myself, that my one goal and desire is to please Jesus with every thing I have. Nothing and no one can quench the fire burning inside for Jesus. Only Jesus can satisfy it!

 

I am ready for this new season. God has been preparing me for it!

 

I can't nearly express what is all pressing on my heart. I really just feel its the Lord!

 

But I do want to share one thing:

 

I ask the Lord to use me.

I want him to desperately.

I feel like He is fixing to reveal "another piece in the puzzle."

When he does, the next step is obedience.

God can tell me what he wants me to do, but I have to choose to obey him if he is going to use me.

I can't just ask "God use me!" and don't do anything when he tells me what to do. When he tells me, I must obey.

 

I am ready.

Listening.

Praying.

Seeking.

 

 

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."

Ephesians 3:20-21

"Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying,

"Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?"

And I said, "Here am I. Send me!"

Isaiah 6:8

This is one of my favorite quotes!!
















"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is writing a love story to the world."
              ~Mother Teresa

The Lady on the Plane

Last month, I got on an airplane to surprise my friend Emily (http://setapart-emily.blogspot.com) for her Birthday. So, as I got on the plane, I asked God, "Where do you want me to sit?" So, immediately someones head caught my attention. God clearly said,  "By her." So I rushed over next to the seat by this women. (not than you can actually rush though a line to a seat!) I got to the seat (finally!), and sat down between two older women. The one on the right side, immediately started talking. I chated with her for a while. But, she wasn't the head that had caught my attention. I glanced over at the other women on my left side. My heart jumped, it was a Mexican lady! I love, love, love, the Mexican culture!! (maybe I will be a missionary in Mexico one day!) The women on my right side started to dose off. I kept glancing at the lady to my left. The plane started to take off, and she did the Catholic sign for Father, Son, and The Holy Spirit. So my heart jumped again. This lady knows Jesus!! So, the flight attendant came and asked what she wanted to drink. She responded, "Me, no understand." So, the flight attendant knew Spanish, and the lady beside me pointed to my water bottle and said, "Agua." So, then the flight attendant gave her some water. She didn't know where to put the cup, so she just held it. I put down her tray for her. (you know, those little table/tray thingies on airplanes?) She smiled, and I smiled back. She said, "Muchas gracias!" I nodded, as to say, your welcome. The flight attendant's voice came on the intercom thing, asking if some one had lost an important piece of paper. I, of course didn't take much notice, and the lady beside me, not knowing much English, didn't take any notice of it either. A little while later, the flight attendant came on the intercom again, and asked if this certain person was on board. The lady beside me took immediate notice, and tapped my arm, and pointed to herself. I tapped the other lady beside me, and told her that the person they were looking for, was the lady on my other side. She rang the "dinger" thing, and the flight attendant came, and gave her the piece of paper. She thanked me again. Then a while later, she pointed her hand downward, as if saying, "Are we going to land anytime soon?" The flight attendant had just announced that we were getting close to landing time. I nodded. She said good, several times. When we landed, she didn't know how to unbuckle her seat belt, I helped her. She then said, in English, "Thank you very, very, much!" As I got off the plane, I pointed upward, and said, "Jesus." She smiled, and did the same.


I got off the plane, and met Emily's dad and we drove to a restaurant to surprise Emily. I couldn't forget the Lady on the plane. I don't think I ever will. I was able to help this women, I was able to let Jesus shine though me, to her.(treasures in jars of clay!) I will never forget her smile, and her eyes. God had just used me, and I was glad!

Another thing is, is that I was scheduled to fly out the night before, but something had come up, and I had to fly out the next day. If I hadn't been on that second flight, the lady that I sat beside, maybe wouldn't of got her important paper back.

Thank you God for that opportunity! I ask you for many more!!

My Heart Longs...

My heart longs to be there, and not here.

My heart longs to reach out to the people around me.

But it still longs to be somewhere else too.

My heart longs...