Sunday, September 30, 2007

Autumn how I love th ee

I love the promises of Fall and how Autumn has danced inside my window.
I look forward to the remaining beauty that will soon unfold as God paints the leaves with His hands.

With Fall's arrival has come nasty allergies which have turned into a fever but praise the Lord I AM AN OVERCOMER on by HIS STRIPES and those things he endured on the cross...His sufferings, His bruises, His pain...all so that I may know live eternally, and be healed. How can one not believe in the God who formed the universe and us in our mother's womb. Who can deny His existence and love, power, and protection. As the leaves turn this fall I pray so will the hearts that have been hardened.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

oh how i let my anger keep me away from You

Today I felt mocked by the enemy as anger and irritation rose within from something that took place around 3:45ish. I had a check coming in the mail that I needed in the bank TODAY so that I can get my car inspected (I am already a month overdue). So I get home (to my parents house actually), check the mail, and hmmmmmmmmm that's odd we have the next door neighbors mail. Where is our mail with my check? Oh who knows? It's not where it should be. So after lots of phone calls, frantic spastic moments, driving to 2 different post offices, filing a complaint, calling my boss to tell her the situation, getting home at 5:30 checkless....I had to look back and be like man I did not handle this situation at all like I wanted to. And all the while when I had been pointing fingers at the devil, my boyfriend provoked me and said "jennie have you ever thought that maybe God was trying to test/work your patience.?"

Nope I was too mad to stop and maybe try and look for the God/Good in the situation. Often times we do that to ourselves. We allow our emotions and rage to win us over and leave us tired and all bent out of shape...sinning pretty as you please. When if I would have just STOPPED and checked myself, cried out to God, and waited for HIM to help me, I could have avoided a lot of mess. Not only did I get in a hot mess but I also took some things out on the people that cared about me when it wasn't even their faults. Why do we do that?

Lord let us not let our emotions/frustrations/irritations get the best of us and yank us under the current of anger/rage/lashing out. Keep us from sin Lord as we turn away from our problems and fix our eyes on you. I ask that we no longer act our of our fleshly promptings but turn and cleave to our spiritual help. I cleave to You 2night Lord and repent for allowing the afternoon and it's events to get the best of me and cause me to sin.

So today I learned:
1. I have a lot to walk out and work on
2. Our enemy at times wants us to get so distracted in our "problems" pointing the blame on him, keeping our bodies and energies towards him,....distracting us from the still small voice that may be trying to teach us a lesson.
3. GEtting angry over something you can't exactly change at that exact moment only leads to further destruction and sin.
4.Today my kids and I read a book called STOP, drop and chill (ways to control anger). I think God was trying to prepare me this morning and speak to me through the book.

Monday, September 10, 2007

The Land Cries out for a Savior

The other day I found myself strolling the aisle of Target and couldn't help but hear the conversation that was loudly taking place on the next aisle between two college aged girls. They were discussing various parties and drunken moments and retarded, idiotic things they did while intoxicated. Lowering their voices in hushed giggles they started talking about smoking pot but obviously their tones remained open to the public. Throughout this conversation multiple choice cuss words flowed out of their mouth like garbage going down a trash chute. I couldn't believe that they had no shame nor remorse in their brag fest as adults with small children walked by. It disgusted me and I felt dirty as I walked past them. What has become of our young adults and their conversations. Bragging over who got the drunkest or who blazed the most...what credentials are they looking for. Underneath the hype and hoopla a deeper voice cries out. Look at me, want me, pay attention to me. Starving for something they don't even know is within reach.

Oh how the land cries out for a Savior.

Earlier this evening while I was taking my dog out to potty a guy in a red truck pulled up talking loudly on the phone. Apparently the conversation was not one of agreement for the man began yelling at the other person on the phone. Minutes went by and he continued to holler choice words into the phone. On my way back inside he slammed his car door and told the person on the phone he was a wack mother' f'er and said about 10 other cuss words. Anger was brewing and moving and lashing out at the recipient on the other end of the line. Many acts of violence have been birthed from anger..rage..torment.

Oh how the land cries out for a SAvior.

Day in, day out if we just look around the world paints a picture of the need...the hunger...the desperation. It's in the faces you may pass by in the streets, or the stranger you may be too busy to greet,'s all around you.

I pray we will not be too busy to see
what it is the world really needs

Oh how the land

cries out
for a

1 Chronicles 16:35 (New International Version)

35 Cry out, "Save us, O God our Savior
gather us and deliver us from the nations,
that we may give thanks to your holy name,
that we may glory in your praise."

Monday, September 3, 2007


My lack of blogging publically has only been a reflection of God pulling me behind closed doors to work some things out. Not only that but also to woo me back to my first love. That ultimately is His heart's cry for His beloved. That we would come back to our first love. I cannot say it has been easy for our pride and flesh get inbetween so very much. But even now as we speak He calls, and even now as I type when He whispers secrets into my ears, my whole body bursts out in goosebumps.

He moves through my veins and pumps fresh annointings, creative gifts, and promises of Hope.
Oh Lord that YOU are good and worthy to be praised.

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