This Can't Be Right!

You know, I didn't think it would happen this way. I thought that it would have happened like _____ , I mean, it would make sense...But the way it has happened...well...Who would have thought it?!

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." ~Isaiah 55:8-9

So often we get stuck in a mindset that we deem to be correct, yet when it doesn't come to fruition as we assumed it would, we fight it, trying to bring it to how we think it should be.

We reject the leading of the Holy Spirit. We justify with our own logic. We become rebellious.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6

Sometimes we cannot explain why things turn out the way they do, look at Moses - he never, after all he had done, entered the Promised Land. But what Moses did do was repeatedly look to God, even after he made mistakes...and God was there for him. For no one has ever shown the mighty power or performed the awesome deeds that Moses did in the sight of all Israel.~Deuteronomy 34:12

God is here for us and He will provide what we need. Though we can't fathom the ways that God will bring about the answers to our needs, we steadfastly trust Him to do so.

If you are disappointed with how things are in your walk, do not try to force the circumstances by using your own logic. It will not work and it will cause you much heart (and head) ache. Instead, turn to God, submit your frustrations to Him, ask for forgiveness for placing God in the tiny box or your understanding and let Him be the perfect, glorious, beyond-our-imaginations God that He truly is! And listen. Let the Holy Spirit speak to you...and if you cannot hear anything, know that in that silence is an answer that you could have never imagined - and rejoice! God will provide.

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ~Matthew 6:33

Just Dance...

Dance

Sway and leap

Dance to My music, the sound that you hear

Stretch and twirl

Dance

Laugh and giggle, shine with Me

Release yourself to the joy within and...

Dance

Only God Knows...

Out of the dark and silence, the world begins to stir as it awakens to a new day. What will this day hold? Only God knows...
For I saw before me a dream
Deep within a burning spread through my core
The battle began in my mind
It will come to pass, it won't come to pass
Hearing the truth is lost in the ruckus of sparring
The tornado of denial shouts louder muffling out the wind of hope
And in borderline despair I sit
Weighing the use of my armour
I sit afraid to move lest the tornado carries me away
In this desert people pass by carrying water from their oasis
My jug is near empty
Only a cup of water remains
Will it be enough?
Some say there is an eternity in but one drop
My dream so wonderful it seems...
Perhaps it is nightmare in disguise
Or truly a dream of unimaginable significance
Water, I must have water to quench my thirst
The rushing wind is drying my soul
The dream is armed
Is that armour to hurt or to help?
I cannot look for fear that the burning within is indignation and the warrior within...
The warrior within
She will know what to do
I will sit no longer
This dream will not master me
Dream or nightmare
It will come along side me as friend or foe
I will not go
It will come to me
I will be waiting and ready.

I had a dream of a man...

I had a dream of a man. I was living in his house and went down for a midnight drink of water. The man was not at home, or so I thought. As I gazed out the kitchen window at the night sky, I thanked the Lord for the peaceful beauty of the star filled night. Sensing that I was not alone, I turned. There he was, sitting on the couch quietly, watching me. Though I could not see his face, I knew there was something wrong. I got the impression that he felt defeated. As I drew closer to him, I could see that he had been physically beaten. He had a black eye and cuts and bruising around his jaw. He had been taunted and ridiculed and abused. Defeat was gaining ground in his heart to the point of apathy. My heart was broken. I immediately began to tend to his wounds, to his well being. "Let me help you," I said. But he refused with silence. He appeared confused before he began to weep and then into my arms he came. Weeping from deep within. I held him gently as he cried...Somehow I knew all would be made well.