Yes, it's true. And God kept me very humble because I was having a really bad hair day.
So, you know all that stuff I've been writing about 11:11? Turns out God was showing me something to show others, and in turn began a movement of the Spirit that will effect generations and countries.
Sound lofty? Well, it def. wasn't from me!
Our speaker on Monday Ben Armstong mentioned briefly about 11:11, I don't even remember what context, but he mentioned numbers were very important to God, so it kept me thinking. Well, our speaker yesterday also mentioned numbers and their significance to Israel ( he knows more about Jewish history than any Jew I know even thought he's kind of a red neck, which he considers a compliment) He was telling the David and Goliath story in a new way, talking about slaying the giants by the new sound of the slinging sling-shot and how the Lord has a new sound for all of us to slay the giants. We all stood up and pretended to "woosh" the sling shots in a circle above our heads and declair the fall of the giants in our lives and in the land we are called to. We reclaimed the land, and then we snapped all together and asked God for the cleansing rain to refresh us by His spirit. ( I know it sounds wierd but it was amazing)
I noticed when we were all done the time was 11:11 am. I thouht about Deut 11:11 which was about entering the land God is bringing us to (which was full of giants) where the rain is from heaven( they didn't need irrigation, it was supernatural blessing). I explained it all to him and read Deut. 11;11 and asked what he thought. He said he thought I should teach the class.... That was not expected.
Not to beat a dead horse, but this whole 11;11 thing continues again and again. It's a huge blessing for my generation! I went to a small worship gathering that evening and Benjamin said he felt the Lord was saying "redemption". He didn't know about what. Afterwards we kept worshiping, and I felt it was time to dance. So I went into the kitchen where noone was. I was kneeling on the ground waiting til it felt right. I knelt quite a while, and then someone else started playing a new song. I felt this was the song, so I got up and turned around waiting for him to sing. I was staring at the oven clock at 11;10 and RIGHT as he starts to sing it changes to 11;11pm ( don't tell Mom I was out that late on a school night).
Then, today we were in class again with the crazy red neck teacher and he told us all to stand up again and declair redemption over our country, our land for the kingdom. We all shouted and proclaimed what needed to be redeemed. Somehow I was already sitting when I looked at my computer clock I was taking notes on and I swear I didn't look at it til that moment: 11:10, I nudged my roomate and said look, it will end at 11;11. As soon as it ended someone shouted out from across the room "It's 11:11 !!!!!!!!" EVERYONE cheered!
So, our little revelation wasn't so little! It blessed 300 people! Thank you Pastor Jason for teaching me about this. Of course, this is all very miraculous and interesting, but it's only the tip of the iceberg for what deep acts of Love God is doing underneith it all. After all, Paul said all the amazing prophesy without love is meaningless. This redemption that will happen will be His act of Love.
So much else is happening, but I can't write it all or you'd blow up with exitment. (:-) Please pray for my foot, though. I did something wierd to the top of it and it hurts in a strange way- I can't describe it- it's like I briused a vein, or pulled somthing....this is not good for my dancing! Also, my friend Katie is sick and when we pay she'll be fine, and then it will come back. Definatly an attack. Thank you so much for your prayers! Blessings!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
God just sang me a love song
A few moments ago I was worshiping God through the photography of Brett Weston
(http://brettwestonarchive.com/Images) and I got this art song by Ravel stuck in my head from Scheherazade, you know that story about the princess who would have been killed had she not told the King stories that didn't end that night so he didn't be-head her because he wanted to hear how the story turned out, remember?
Well I was on youtube listening to it and I thought, dang it's in French and I wish I knew what it meant. Then I saw a beautiful photo of this glorious beach as an album cover for another song about Scheherazade. I listened to it and knew it was Jesus singing a love song to me. It's terribly deep, myterious, and like Song of Solomon in passion and beauty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-O0tcbWF3M&feature=related
"the young prince and the young princess as told by scheherazade"
And you would cause the sun to see your light
And then be shamed
You cover darkness with a thousand secret flames
With your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
And I would cause the winds to blow a hundred different days
And bring the perfumes of the gardens of the ways
Of your love, oh my love, oh my love, my love
Crystal and the clay, nights and the days
All on the prince’s seal
Eagle of the sky, lion of the earth
This is what the seal is worth, what the seal is worth
Holds all of the dreams of a man
Tapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of man
The spirit of the soul of the man
And he would vow to love her for the rest of all his days
I'm in a movie
I feel like I'm in a movie. So many crazy-beautiful things happen in this movie, and it's a rollicking hit!
The funnest part:
I'm in the healing rooms 'waiting room' where there's about 100 people waiting for their number to be called for a prayer team to pray for their healings. All the other healing room waiting rooms I've even been to have peaceful 'soaking' music and people sit or lay on the floor to feel the presence of God. Well, this place was like a frat party!! There was a band and people dancing jumping up and down praising Jesus, clapping and the "MC" was encouraging us with affirmation from God about healing. He'd ask if anyone in the room had rumatory arthritis, or other random things and sure enough someone would stand up and be healed. The best part was when we had a sing-a-long where they changed the words to "Louie Louie" to "Today is the day, oh-oh that ______has gotta go" (my pain, my heart disease, etc.) So people would come up to the mic and sing it and everyone would scream "Yes, Lord Jesus!" or "Yeay!" and dance arround. About 30 people where healed by the time my number came up.
The funniest part:
While all this is going on theres this old man with a walker traveling about the room honking a small horn. Everyone he sees bursts out laughing, because they realize he's not doing it to make them get out of the way, he's doing it because its a really funny sound. And, when they realize that he's not wobbling and swaying and having a hard time walking straight becuase he has somekind of disease, he's flat out drunk in the spirit!!! He proceeds to laugh and honk and lay hands on random people, who in turn start to feel all giddy and drunk-like. When he went up to the mic ( and he could barily contain himself) he actually expressed some deep and wonderful things about God, though he kinda slurred his words, and it proved he really wasn't some crazy man, he made alot of sense- he was just having fun with God!
The spooky/love part:
The ladies who prayed for me were like Christian psycics. I can't tell you what they said about me because it's personal, but one thing they said is there is a family curse that we women don't love ourselves and don't think we're beautiful. We spoke out against that and said no more to the pattern. Next thing I know I'm driving back home and I randomly turn the radio ot the XM Frank Sinatra station. This song by Stephen Sondheim is playing: "No More"
All the lyrics really spoke to me, but this one imparticular:
No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can't undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more.
Then, get this, I'm in the grocery store, and I finally give into the desire to buy fresh fish. There's this older gentleman getting sole, and he turns so me and says, "Hey, you're not bad lookin'!" I said, after I laughed, "Thank you, Jesus was trying to tell me that same thing today!" He said he tells that to his wife all the time. Get out.
So, I'm in a great movie, and it's so exiting I don't even want to get up to go to the bathroom so I dont miss anything.
Ha!
The funnest part:
I'm in the healing rooms 'waiting room' where there's about 100 people waiting for their number to be called for a prayer team to pray for their healings. All the other healing room waiting rooms I've even been to have peaceful 'soaking' music and people sit or lay on the floor to feel the presence of God. Well, this place was like a frat party!! There was a band and people dancing jumping up and down praising Jesus, clapping and the "MC" was encouraging us with affirmation from God about healing. He'd ask if anyone in the room had rumatory arthritis, or other random things and sure enough someone would stand up and be healed. The best part was when we had a sing-a-long where they changed the words to "Louie Louie" to "Today is the day, oh-oh that ______has gotta go" (my pain, my heart disease, etc.) So people would come up to the mic and sing it and everyone would scream "Yes, Lord Jesus!" or "Yeay!" and dance arround. About 30 people where healed by the time my number came up.
The funniest part:
While all this is going on theres this old man with a walker traveling about the room honking a small horn. Everyone he sees bursts out laughing, because they realize he's not doing it to make them get out of the way, he's doing it because its a really funny sound. And, when they realize that he's not wobbling and swaying and having a hard time walking straight becuase he has somekind of disease, he's flat out drunk in the spirit!!! He proceeds to laugh and honk and lay hands on random people, who in turn start to feel all giddy and drunk-like. When he went up to the mic ( and he could barily contain himself) he actually expressed some deep and wonderful things about God, though he kinda slurred his words, and it proved he really wasn't some crazy man, he made alot of sense- he was just having fun with God!
The spooky/love part:
The ladies who prayed for me were like Christian psycics. I can't tell you what they said about me because it's personal, but one thing they said is there is a family curse that we women don't love ourselves and don't think we're beautiful. We spoke out against that and said no more to the pattern. Next thing I know I'm driving back home and I randomly turn the radio ot the XM Frank Sinatra station. This song by Stephen Sondheim is playing: "No More"
All the lyrics really spoke to me, but this one imparticular:
No more riddles.
No more jests.
No more curses you can't undo,
Left by fathers you never knew.
No more.
Then, get this, I'm in the grocery store, and I finally give into the desire to buy fresh fish. There's this older gentleman getting sole, and he turns so me and says, "Hey, you're not bad lookin'!" I said, after I laughed, "Thank you, Jesus was trying to tell me that same thing today!" He said he tells that to his wife all the time. Get out.
So, I'm in a great movie, and it's so exiting I don't even want to get up to go to the bathroom so I dont miss anything.
Ha!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Day Three
This is the most important time of my life.
I know my last blog was super long, so I'll try to include the highlights.
We start the day in worship. There's nothing like it. 300 worshipers freely expressing through song, dance, flags, waving arms, jumping- there's such freedom here!
Then we have a speaker. Today it was Jeremy Riddle, who wrote the song "Sweetly Broken"; he spoke about writing worship songs. His main message was that the songs should bring the least musical, most struggling person into His presence. In otherwords simple, but not over-used words, and not theologically incorrect. He said the goal of worship is, "Revealing the nature of God in song and giving a united voice by which the community of saints express their hearts back to God in responce of this revelation. He and others talk about the vertical and horizontal aspects of worship (something the Lord taught me about a year ago, but he totally confirmed it)
Yesterday a man named Andrew who was instumental in the Jesus Movement in Aneheim Vineard and other minsties I can't rememer, talked about the goal being entering into His presence. This was Bill Johnson's point when he spoke the first day. Andrew told these crazy stories about visions and angels and miricles, all to illustrate that once the glory of His presence is sought, everything else falls into place, comes, arrives, happends.
I decided after over four confirmations that I should take Monday Weds dance, Fri songwriting, and Tues keybords. The dance thing was surprizing. I was inspired by a speaker who said we must seek His presence, and become who we are in Him. I felt like, wow, I don't really feel comfortable in my own skin. Before I came when I was talking to the Lord about what I would be learning, He said, "To love yourself" (amoung other things)
Dance was just the right choice. Summer, our teacher, is bold, pushes us out of our comfort zone, sensative to His voice, wise, fun, and very sure of herself. She knows she is beautiful, and His. She inspires us to allow that inner self, that gift of God in us, to be birthed and shine for His glory, and for the world to see.
Other amazing things have happened, too many to name, but really I am hearing from the Lord in a more realtional way, and experiencing freedom little by little. There's still a long way to go.Yesterday I felt funky, very frustrated, and couldn't rest. Then the girl accross the street came over and prophetically sang over me with guitar. God spoke through her is such a freeing way. And, alot of things God has showed me about worhsip and Himself are being confirmed here. It's like we speak the same language. Most people see visions, and hear words from God on a regular basis, are bold about their faith and testmonies, pray and lay hands on eachother all the time, prophesy over whoever God tells them to, etc. But its not weird, not like people bein out of line, it's very symphonic and not out of tune.
Thanks for all your prayers. My next hope is to really come into His presnece in worship and the times I spend alone with Him. I know whatever I do in ministry or artistry in the future will come out of this foundational, transforming, forming time.
Blessings
I know my last blog was super long, so I'll try to include the highlights.
We start the day in worship. There's nothing like it. 300 worshipers freely expressing through song, dance, flags, waving arms, jumping- there's such freedom here!
Then we have a speaker. Today it was Jeremy Riddle, who wrote the song "Sweetly Broken"; he spoke about writing worship songs. His main message was that the songs should bring the least musical, most struggling person into His presence. In otherwords simple, but not over-used words, and not theologically incorrect. He said the goal of worship is, "Revealing the nature of God in song and giving a united voice by which the community of saints express their hearts back to God in responce of this revelation. He and others talk about the vertical and horizontal aspects of worship (something the Lord taught me about a year ago, but he totally confirmed it)
Yesterday a man named Andrew who was instumental in the Jesus Movement in Aneheim Vineard and other minsties I can't rememer, talked about the goal being entering into His presence. This was Bill Johnson's point when he spoke the first day. Andrew told these crazy stories about visions and angels and miricles, all to illustrate that once the glory of His presence is sought, everything else falls into place, comes, arrives, happends.
I decided after over four confirmations that I should take Monday Weds dance, Fri songwriting, and Tues keybords. The dance thing was surprizing. I was inspired by a speaker who said we must seek His presence, and become who we are in Him. I felt like, wow, I don't really feel comfortable in my own skin. Before I came when I was talking to the Lord about what I would be learning, He said, "To love yourself" (amoung other things)
Dance was just the right choice. Summer, our teacher, is bold, pushes us out of our comfort zone, sensative to His voice, wise, fun, and very sure of herself. She knows she is beautiful, and His. She inspires us to allow that inner self, that gift of God in us, to be birthed and shine for His glory, and for the world to see.
Other amazing things have happened, too many to name, but really I am hearing from the Lord in a more realtional way, and experiencing freedom little by little. There's still a long way to go.Yesterday I felt funky, very frustrated, and couldn't rest. Then the girl accross the street came over and prophetically sang over me with guitar. God spoke through her is such a freeing way. And, alot of things God has showed me about worhsip and Himself are being confirmed here. It's like we speak the same language. Most people see visions, and hear words from God on a regular basis, are bold about their faith and testmonies, pray and lay hands on eachother all the time, prophesy over whoever God tells them to, etc. But its not weird, not like people bein out of line, it's very symphonic and not out of tune.
Thanks for all your prayers. My next hope is to really come into His presnece in worship and the times I spend alone with Him. I know whatever I do in ministry or artistry in the future will come out of this foundational, transforming, forming time.
Blessings
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I got here at 11:11 Mon. night, no joke. I was anticipating arriving at 7ish, but a few things altered the plans:-) And it rained on the way. (Deut. 11:11)
So, I'm driving to SF to meet my friend Winton who I haven't seen in a year since I was at Biola University. I'm on the 101 near South San Francisco when I see this cop car behind me. Now, I've already passed two cops on the way, nervously, because I'm always nervous around them. Well, I'm talking to myself thinking, oh, look, so glad there're out on the road protecting my wellfare, keepin the streets safe. My fear is that I'll be the only one of 50 cars going 70 that he'll decide to pull over to keep his numbers up. I merge into the slow lane, so does he. Then, I see the lights.
Long story short, he tells me I don't have reg. tags. Well, I know I do and was very puzzled til finally he has me go out and look with him and now he's the one who's puzzled. There's this tiny corner of yellow tape where my old sticker was still left on. It had fallen off.
He still gave me a ticket that would be revoked when I get a new sticker, but said he wouldn't tow my car. If it weren't for that little strip of plastic, I'd be watching my brand new car behind bars, weeping.
So, that threw me off schedule, and once I met up with Winton it was like we'd never been apart and all we wanted to do was hang out longer. We did. He's a fabulous composer and I had to hear his new stuff. I left around 7.
I got lost, my card didn't work at on of the gas stations, and there was a swarm of plegue-like bugs on the I-5, but I made it safely to Redding, only to find the best wa yet to come.
My roomates are hand-picked. Christianne is bubbly, generous, and the Martha Stewart of the two. She made us ( myself and the other newbie Christie) a gift basket and welcome card. There was a little flower on my beautifully decorated room, and in the morning she made us quicke...from scratch! Amber is the introverted one, very honest and forthright, understated and discerning. Christy is from Norway, and such a sweet, graceful girl. We all get along swimmingly.
So, as I was having time with the Lord yesterday morning, thinking about all this, I realized all aong the way he has been drawing out my fears to make me gold. The cop car, the worry about gas money, the worries about transfering enough into my account, my work being able to send my check here at the end of the month, my curves membership being put on hold, finding a place, the sap stuck on my new car, finding Winton's place in SF, etc. ect. IT ALL WORKED OUT. I had even mis-calculated balancing out my check boook before I left, so when I checked again things were ever so better financialy.
The Lord brought me to two verses that He actually led me to on Sunday. Isaiah 55 has been my prophetic verse for this year ( the 55 on my e-mail is from that), and Pastor Jason read it last Sunday during worship. Before he read it, I was sensing Isaiah 54. They are both about Zion being restored from her former devastation to her future glory. As I re-read them, I was struck by the references to fear. "Do not be afraid, you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace, you will not be humiliated...in righteousness you will be eastablished...no weaon formed against you will prosper"
I hadn't realized it til then, but shame was the underlieing fear: that I would get to Bethel only to find that I didn't really have enought money, or that the place I'd had to stay in a crappy place, or my check wouldn't come and I'd be without funds for the month of July, etc.etc. all leading up to the biggest fear: the God is not behind me...that I am shamefully on my own, doing my own thing without his blessing.
Well, it couldn't be farther from the truth! I've never had so much blessing, and really all the fearful things that keep coming up are drawing out of me all thses unnecessary, ungodly fears. His provision, His faithfulness are actualized more and more. And Amber, as we were sharing stories, said she felt like God had lead me through a very difficult time and had restored me to where there were no scars, only his glory. She didn't know me from Adam, and she percieved this.
There's more about the verses, esp. 54. It talks about God beautifying the temple with turquoise and sparkling jewels. That Suanday I happened to have painted my finger nails glittery, and was wearing turouise rings. Then yesteday before I sat with the Lord I accedently spilled glitter from my makeup bag that I thought was lip gloss all over myself. I was sparkling when I read the passage. God is so funny.
One last thing; this is a good one. So, I'm trying not to be grumpy as I'm spraying my car with sap spray, trying to scrub the caked on bus and sap off my pretty Shadow. I'm asking the Lord, as it's not coming off, "Why? Why give me a spit-shined car, and then allow me to do something as stupid as park under a sappy tree and ruin it forever? Why?"
Then this scruffy guy and girl all in black with a media hat ask me for directions to Bethel. We get to talking and it turns out they hitched a ride from a church friend from Bakersfield because they felt called to Bethel. She worked for the media dept. at International House of Prayer in Kansas City, and is hoping for a job here with the church. I said I'd love to give them a ride. They said they'd love to help me get sap and bugs off me car.
These are hysterically funny people. We ended up haing them over for pizza, and had a blast sharin stories and laughing.
This was a very long blog, but God really has done so much, I can't imagine leaving anything out!
Blessings to you, and thank you for all your prayers. Please pray for my first day of school today, that I'll remain centered and choose the right classes. There's also a huge phone bill I'm trying to figure out. I keep seeing Brandon's face smiling " It's really not a big deal"
So, I'm driving to SF to meet my friend Winton who I haven't seen in a year since I was at Biola University. I'm on the 101 near South San Francisco when I see this cop car behind me. Now, I've already passed two cops on the way, nervously, because I'm always nervous around them. Well, I'm talking to myself thinking, oh, look, so glad there're out on the road protecting my wellfare, keepin the streets safe. My fear is that I'll be the only one of 50 cars going 70 that he'll decide to pull over to keep his numbers up. I merge into the slow lane, so does he. Then, I see the lights.
Long story short, he tells me I don't have reg. tags. Well, I know I do and was very puzzled til finally he has me go out and look with him and now he's the one who's puzzled. There's this tiny corner of yellow tape where my old sticker was still left on. It had fallen off.
He still gave me a ticket that would be revoked when I get a new sticker, but said he wouldn't tow my car. If it weren't for that little strip of plastic, I'd be watching my brand new car behind bars, weeping.
So, that threw me off schedule, and once I met up with Winton it was like we'd never been apart and all we wanted to do was hang out longer. We did. He's a fabulous composer and I had to hear his new stuff. I left around 7.
I got lost, my card didn't work at on of the gas stations, and there was a swarm of plegue-like bugs on the I-5, but I made it safely to Redding, only to find the best wa yet to come.
My roomates are hand-picked. Christianne is bubbly, generous, and the Martha Stewart of the two. She made us ( myself and the other newbie Christie) a gift basket and welcome card. There was a little flower on my beautifully decorated room, and in the morning she made us quicke...from scratch! Amber is the introverted one, very honest and forthright, understated and discerning. Christy is from Norway, and such a sweet, graceful girl. We all get along swimmingly.
So, as I was having time with the Lord yesterday morning, thinking about all this, I realized all aong the way he has been drawing out my fears to make me gold. The cop car, the worry about gas money, the worries about transfering enough into my account, my work being able to send my check here at the end of the month, my curves membership being put on hold, finding a place, the sap stuck on my new car, finding Winton's place in SF, etc. ect. IT ALL WORKED OUT. I had even mis-calculated balancing out my check boook before I left, so when I checked again things were ever so better financialy.
The Lord brought me to two verses that He actually led me to on Sunday. Isaiah 55 has been my prophetic verse for this year ( the 55 on my e-mail is from that), and Pastor Jason read it last Sunday during worship. Before he read it, I was sensing Isaiah 54. They are both about Zion being restored from her former devastation to her future glory. As I re-read them, I was struck by the references to fear. "Do not be afraid, you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace, you will not be humiliated...in righteousness you will be eastablished...no weaon formed against you will prosper"
I hadn't realized it til then, but shame was the underlieing fear: that I would get to Bethel only to find that I didn't really have enought money, or that the place I'd had to stay in a crappy place, or my check wouldn't come and I'd be without funds for the month of July, etc.etc. all leading up to the biggest fear: the God is not behind me...that I am shamefully on my own, doing my own thing without his blessing.
Well, it couldn't be farther from the truth! I've never had so much blessing, and really all the fearful things that keep coming up are drawing out of me all thses unnecessary, ungodly fears. His provision, His faithfulness are actualized more and more. And Amber, as we were sharing stories, said she felt like God had lead me through a very difficult time and had restored me to where there were no scars, only his glory. She didn't know me from Adam, and she percieved this.
There's more about the verses, esp. 54. It talks about God beautifying the temple with turquoise and sparkling jewels. That Suanday I happened to have painted my finger nails glittery, and was wearing turouise rings. Then yesteday before I sat with the Lord I accedently spilled glitter from my makeup bag that I thought was lip gloss all over myself. I was sparkling when I read the passage. God is so funny.
One last thing; this is a good one. So, I'm trying not to be grumpy as I'm spraying my car with sap spray, trying to scrub the caked on bus and sap off my pretty Shadow. I'm asking the Lord, as it's not coming off, "Why? Why give me a spit-shined car, and then allow me to do something as stupid as park under a sappy tree and ruin it forever? Why?"
Then this scruffy guy and girl all in black with a media hat ask me for directions to Bethel. We get to talking and it turns out they hitched a ride from a church friend from Bakersfield because they felt called to Bethel. She worked for the media dept. at International House of Prayer in Kansas City, and is hoping for a job here with the church. I said I'd love to give them a ride. They said they'd love to help me get sap and bugs off me car.
These are hysterically funny people. We ended up haing them over for pizza, and had a blast sharin stories and laughing.
This was a very long blog, but God really has done so much, I can't imagine leaving anything out!
Blessings to you, and thank you for all your prayers. Please pray for my first day of school today, that I'll remain centered and choose the right classes. There's also a huge phone bill I'm trying to figure out. I keep seeing Brandon's face smiling " It's really not a big deal"
Monday, June 15, 2009
Before I went to sleep I had the lyrics, "Here in your presence God, I find my rest" by Matt Gilman stuck in my head. Sweet. It's from the album Holy, my new fav. Check it out!
http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.singleplaylist&friendid=393290406.
I woke up before my alarm, totally awake and ready to go! Bethel, here I come! Thanks for your traveling prayers :-)
http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.singleplaylist&friendid=393290406.
I woke up before my alarm, totally awake and ready to go! Bethel, here I come! Thanks for your traveling prayers :-)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
So, I was just about ready to write a gigantic plea for prayer help, because I wasn't feeling any peace about the housing situations. It was 9:00pm tonight and I didn't have anything. The only offer that was in my price range was living in an apt. with a family with two kids and a chiwawa. I hate little dogs, and I didn't really want to hang around teenagers.
So I phoned more people...nothing. I was feeling like the Lord said, don't stress, hang out with your roomates for the little time you have left. So, I was talking with them about the situation, and they encouraged me to stay open to whatever God had in mind. I had been thinking the ideal situation would be a room to myself in a house with a low-key family so I could have quiet time and rest. Mel offered the suggestion that maybe God wanted me to process and fellowship with girls. That made me think of an offer I turned down of two Bethel students looking for two roomates in an apt. very close to church. When I heard of it I thought, that sounds fun, but then the fear came that maybe it would be hard for me to sleep, a def. concern when you have a sleep disorder.
Well, I decided to go with the option and called the girls. Well, it turns out they changed the price but for some reason the church didn't change it in the posting. The price was perfect. She had just had someone cancel, so it was still open. I felt the Lord say, yes! Another girl from Iceland will be there also, doing the worship school. This is the only one I felt peace about, and I'm really exited to get to know these girls.
Thank you all for your prayers. Oh, and there's something special about the 11:11 blessing I just learned about- my last post on this blog happened to be ( and I wasn't trying) just at that time. And the next morning I sent an e-mail to Pastor Jason about this blog to send out to the church and it was also sent at 11:11. I often look at the clock at 11:11, and for a while it freaked me out. I thought maybe it was a curse, because it kinda looks like smake eyes, and when I was in the hospital the clock on the wall was stuck on 11:11.
Jason says it's not a coincidence but a blessing from Duet. 11:11 about crossing over the Jordan to take possession of the land of blessing: "a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven." Well, Redding happens to have mountains and valleys and it certainly is full of heavenly rain! I'm expecting this refreshing blessing to be that living water the Samaratin woman asked Jesus for, that she may never have to come to a well that never satisfies.
Blessings to you, and may you also find His spring, wherever you find yourself.
Bless you all!
So I phoned more people...nothing. I was feeling like the Lord said, don't stress, hang out with your roomates for the little time you have left. So, I was talking with them about the situation, and they encouraged me to stay open to whatever God had in mind. I had been thinking the ideal situation would be a room to myself in a house with a low-key family so I could have quiet time and rest. Mel offered the suggestion that maybe God wanted me to process and fellowship with girls. That made me think of an offer I turned down of two Bethel students looking for two roomates in an apt. very close to church. When I heard of it I thought, that sounds fun, but then the fear came that maybe it would be hard for me to sleep, a def. concern when you have a sleep disorder.
Well, I decided to go with the option and called the girls. Well, it turns out they changed the price but for some reason the church didn't change it in the posting. The price was perfect. She had just had someone cancel, so it was still open. I felt the Lord say, yes! Another girl from Iceland will be there also, doing the worship school. This is the only one I felt peace about, and I'm really exited to get to know these girls.
Thank you all for your prayers. Oh, and there's something special about the 11:11 blessing I just learned about- my last post on this blog happened to be ( and I wasn't trying) just at that time. And the next morning I sent an e-mail to Pastor Jason about this blog to send out to the church and it was also sent at 11:11. I often look at the clock at 11:11, and for a while it freaked me out. I thought maybe it was a curse, because it kinda looks like smake eyes, and when I was in the hospital the clock on the wall was stuck on 11:11.
Jason says it's not a coincidence but a blessing from Duet. 11:11 about crossing over the Jordan to take possession of the land of blessing: "a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven." Well, Redding happens to have mountains and valleys and it certainly is full of heavenly rain! I'm expecting this refreshing blessing to be that living water the Samaratin woman asked Jesus for, that she may never have to come to a well that never satisfies.
Blessings to you, and may you also find His spring, wherever you find yourself.
Bless you all!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Greetings and Blessings!This is the pre-writing for my journey to and within Bethel School of Worship June 17- July 10. I'm exited to have my first blog, and hoping you will enjoy hearing what the Lord is doing in my life!
I was reading today an amazing verse I thought very encouraging and applicable to keep in mind to start. In 2 Kings 3:11-16 the prophet Elisha is approached by three kings who claim to have the hand of God on their lives. They want to know if they should go to battle against the evil king of Israel, Jehoram. Elisha is resistant at first, and then agrees upon a condition. He says: " Bring me a musician!"
" Then it happened, when the musician played that the hand of the Lord came upon him..and he said, 'This saith the Lord...'"
What a great encouragement to keep studying music. Not only is worship an expression of love and beauty to the Lord, but it brings the Spirit of God in power for prophesy, a spritual gift Paul tells us to eagerly desire to edify the body of Christ. I have heard this concept preached before ( that the Spirit comes with music) and have often heard pastors request for music to be played before ministry time and prayer, but I've never seen it in the word. Now I have, and you have, so let's keep it up!
Have a good one :-)
Amanda
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