It's been a long time since I've written. Let pieces of my life unfold on this keyboard - bright moments, dark spaces, fleeting thoughts, whispered prayers.
My life has been so busy, the passion for writing went into hibernation. But just now I read something that moved me deeply. In my spirit. It spoke into my heart in a way that awoke my desire to write. To share this profound moment. And so I write...
Lately I've been lost. Burdened with petty things. A monotonous job. A repetitive day. An early sunset. Seeing God move all around me but caught in my own selfishness. Addicted to the internet and an endless flow of Netflix stories. Trading quiet time with God for sleeping in til the last possible moment, dragging time out so that the act of going to work is prolonged. Filling up my free time with mindless games. And yet God has been moving all around me despite my slow-moving figure. Though I am blundering along caught up in myself, He continues to use me.
Young Life has started in Slave Lake. We have a leadership team of 11 volunteer leaders and a committee who are actively taking steps to build YL into the community. A supervisor who gives me sound advice, accountability and encouragement. Churches and people stepping up to support. Parents who repeat their thankfulness each time they drop their kids off. Our little community is growing and God is so active in this ministry.
ALL of this is because God wanted it here. I am merely a tool a vessel that He has been forming, shaping, moulding to aid in this. Thank goodness. If it was any other way - if a ministry like this rested on human achievements and limitations - where would we all be when our strength is zapped, when we fall into a stupor of selfishness? Thankfully God continues to move regardless of my state of selfishness or selflessness.
Last year a man prophesied over me a number of things that spoke deeply into my heart. One thing was that I would be instrumental in the lives of teenagers who struggle with cutting and suicide.
Today I experienced that declaration in a way that awoke me from my stupor. It took me on a journey of searching for information, for knowledge, for a sense of my place in all this.
Have you heard of the organization - "To Write Love on Her Arms"? This is the story:
http://twloha.com/vision/story
Once you read it, tell me if you feel like you're awaking from a similar slumber? Look around you. Ask yourself - what can I be doing for someone today? How can I encourage a stranger? A friend?
It's 12:23am and my husband thinks I'm crazy. I need to sleep so I'll let this go. But I had to get it out - this familiar feeling of needing to write it down. To share what was on my heart. It's been too long.
Thank you if you've taken the time to read...
My life has been so busy, the passion for writing went into hibernation. But just now I read something that moved me deeply. In my spirit. It spoke into my heart in a way that awoke my desire to write. To share this profound moment. And so I write...
Lately I've been lost. Burdened with petty things. A monotonous job. A repetitive day. An early sunset. Seeing God move all around me but caught in my own selfishness. Addicted to the internet and an endless flow of Netflix stories. Trading quiet time with God for sleeping in til the last possible moment, dragging time out so that the act of going to work is prolonged. Filling up my free time with mindless games. And yet God has been moving all around me despite my slow-moving figure. Though I am blundering along caught up in myself, He continues to use me.
Young Life has started in Slave Lake. We have a leadership team of 11 volunteer leaders and a committee who are actively taking steps to build YL into the community. A supervisor who gives me sound advice, accountability and encouragement. Churches and people stepping up to support. Parents who repeat their thankfulness each time they drop their kids off. Our little community is growing and God is so active in this ministry.
ALL of this is because God wanted it here. I am merely a tool a vessel that He has been forming, shaping, moulding to aid in this. Thank goodness. If it was any other way - if a ministry like this rested on human achievements and limitations - where would we all be when our strength is zapped, when we fall into a stupor of selfishness? Thankfully God continues to move regardless of my state of selfishness or selflessness.
Last year a man prophesied over me a number of things that spoke deeply into my heart. One thing was that I would be instrumental in the lives of teenagers who struggle with cutting and suicide.
Today I experienced that declaration in a way that awoke me from my stupor. It took me on a journey of searching for information, for knowledge, for a sense of my place in all this.
Have you heard of the organization - "To Write Love on Her Arms"? This is the story:
http://twloha.com/vision/story
Once you read it, tell me if you feel like you're awaking from a similar slumber? Look around you. Ask yourself - what can I be doing for someone today? How can I encourage a stranger? A friend?
It's 12:23am and my husband thinks I'm crazy. I need to sleep so I'll let this go. But I had to get it out - this familiar feeling of needing to write it down. To share what was on my heart. It's been too long.
Thank you if you've taken the time to read...
