Friday, March 18, 2011

Feels Like Home...

It's amazing how when you really began to search for meaning in life, God just shows up. He makes HIS presence known. Whether it's in a book you're reading or a TV show you might be watching. Somehow HE just shows up. For me, it was in a song. Obviously, since I'd lost sight of who I was, my music choices weren't the godliest, to say the least, but as I listened to the soundtrack of one of my favorite shows at the time, HE spoke. I knew without a doubt it was HIM letting me know I was going in the right direction. I'll share the words from that song at the end of this blog and while it was written as a secular love song—those words were exactly what I felt as I traveled back home—home to the arms of JESUS.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Beginning...

As I've been pondering what is happening in our world lately, I started to feel defeated. If only I had more money, more time, more resources to help those hurting in Japan and then I remembered, I have the best gift of all...prayer. My prayers can change their reality. My prayers can heal their broken hearts. My prayers can protect them from any more devastation. My prayers can provide them with food, water, and shelter. My prayers really can do all of that—but not because they are MY prayers, but because of WHO hears them.

The story I'm about to share on this blog is just that; a story of prayer and it did all of the above for me.  Although the characters and their actions may not always seem to make sense, one thing was always constant. HE heard my prayers. HE did what I asked, not in my time or in the way I thought HE should have, but in HIS time and in HIS way. I hope if you are reading this, you will consider what HE wants to do for you as well.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Peanut Butter M&M's

Over the last few years, I've considered writing here and there, but I kept saying to myself, "Who really cares what I have to say?" And then it happened. God said, "Let there be writing!" All joking aside, I really felt a calling to begin writing again. Whether anyone cares what I have to say is irrelevant... because God cares. Every thought I have, every idea that crosses my mind, every part of me He completely loves and embraces.  My whole life I've been told I should write...all through school, in various jobs, but I never really believed it. After hearing God speak it, I decided I should BELIEVE it...after all, He designed me, He knows better who I am than I do. I guess that means, I have finally come to terms with what He has laid on my heart. I have a story to tell that others need to hear. Without further ado, here is my first attempt at conveying how God has worked and still is working within me.