On my journey…

I can remember having conversations about God, contemplating what was real and what might only be imagination. I would grab hold of a willing participant and start to ramble on with opinions and experiences; delving deeper into the possibilities of another place and time when these speculations might be made known… There was always a peace that would fill me when I began to speak of spiritual things; a time of His return, of an eternity with my heavenly Father, of His son, and the Holy Spirit. Any aggravations of present immediately shrunk into some distant scene while pictures of my possible future came forth becoming my hearts only focus. Those conversations sparked my passion for God. They taught me of love and peace, and how to wait patiently for God’s will. I learned that His way is always better, and blessings always come; at times subtly hidden within a moment, while on other occasions, shockingly poured upon your day so there is no denying the One unleashing them.

Although, I still can’t know as I’m known, my journey continues to teach me. Through unions and separations, births and deaths, sickness and heartache, I’m learning. One beauty, too difficult to fully comprehend, came within a time in my life when all of these rushed full force over me in unison, crushing me into functioning with what I would describe as an outward farce masking over an inward depravity —I functioned for years in that state. It granted me a death sentence and left me with a disease-ridden body and then robbed me of my house and home (literally). I say beauty because what I learned through those experiences has given me the tools to now work out my salvation with awesome reverence and power! It taught me priceless truths that can never be taken away. Most importantly, it taught me that the spirit world far outweighs the physical. I learned how the Spirit of God does indeed quicken our mortal bodies; and with each infilling –in every moment yielded to Him, be it in prayer or praise, with meditation or worship, every sacrifice of time given to God as an offering– where His Holy Spirit is released to interact with my flesh– there comes a healing. In those moments relinquished to Jesus, His voice can be heard. In doing so, we are ever being changed by His instructions; for they speak of forgivenesses and peace-making. He recalls for you the areas that must be reconciled in order for stresses to be released. There must be confessions and apologies, trust and faith, and then more forgiveness. In this way the Holy Spirit flows freely and we abide continually in Christ’s quickening where divine healing flows.

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My healing came; again and again it comes. I have been made whole and I am kept whole, changed from glory to glory by my communion with my Father. What I have learned on this journey is more valuable than any material thing on this earth; more valuable than any amount of finances or possessions that can be heaped up. What I’ve learned has brought me a treasured and constant contentment that fills me as long as He fills me. It is a priceless contentment, and Our walk together has become profoundly intimate; so much so that He begins to show me myself beyond this life…
One can have their purpose opened up to them; a purpose that has it’s beginning here, but most definitely will play out into eternity. And so, I wait patiently (like a laborer waiting for his wages, always watching for the result of God in my circumstances) knowing that His daily purposes come -like waves rolling onto shore, they come, without fail, they come…

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