I Found a God to Worship.

Did you know, I use to just tag along at church? I would come and listen all the way in the back. And wonder why people would raise their hands to God. Similar to how I saw in the concerts. I use to do the same at concerts. I didn’t understand the hands thing from either form of worship. I didn’t sing. I was an observer.

2010 San Francisco. Transformed.

I would respond to the alter and I would experience the power of God with the laying of hands. I was healed many times. Not always from a pain that was physical. I would experience peace. Something I would loose back in the world. I would loose peace, joy, kindness, I’d come back to experience this. I knew no Bible.

My season of a courted invitation to come closer and deeper with God came to an end when I made my choice to only give God a Sunday. I returned to my world, to do as I see fit, in my own ways, with my lust for the world, with no goals, with no growth, with no change. I would sink in myself and ask God to rescue me from a new feeling, sadness, sickness. Whatever it was, I do believe He came through.

One day I fell even more broken, something hit harder in my life, that God saw opportunity for me. See this pain was strong, and it wasn’t moving. I don’t know if I truly reached for God outside of Sunday. Unfortunately my pain hit on a Monday. I would literally roll around in my bed weeping. Breathing heavily in despair for days. Heartbreak and its side effects were crushing me. I thank God for repentance. For the first time I reached for Him personally and He showed up. He showed up in my filthy room. With my broken self. He, day by day led me through repentance. I didn’t know that word but I was transitioning.

There was a devotional book I would read to get some air. I would skip the worship parts, I still didn’t understand it, until I read the bible. This took me out from the observer seat. I would read page after page convicted and open for change. My first intention with the bible was for it to fix me and my mess but it transitioned to going after God.

Worship did not make sense until it became a life of worship, where He became King of my whole life, not just a Sunday. There was no looking back. I sought for a fixing, and I got more. I found me a very real GOD. The one that knows all, sees all, and is not limited by time or space. Look how close He has come, to find us. Look what Jesus has done for a people who doesn’t deserve it. He has been TRUE in my life and He became my reward. He replaced my brokenness for Him. He filled me with His Spirit and turned it All around.

He is the one that I worship. I boast of Him. That He took a broken girl, and made her stand and Hope again. I worship Him, with hands up, with hands down, in words, in song but most of all…with my life. He will always be worthy, the One I have found, exchanging pain and suffering for a God worthy of worship.

“I have told all your people about your justice. I have not been afraid to speak out, as you, O Lord, well know. I have not kept the good news of your justice hidden in my heart; I have talked about your faithfulness and saving power. I have told everyone in the great assembly of your unfailing love and faithfulness.” Psalms 40:9-10

Be Like the Woman at the Well

I love to read the Bible and learn something new, through a scripture I have already learned from. My first time reading about Rebekahs well encounter I was single and wanting a life of marriage. I asked God, to send me to the well just like He did with Rebekah before she married Isaac. I thank the Lord still for the success in that request.

Yesterday I read it again. Where Abraham sent his servant to find the wife for his son. He blessed His servant with success for the journey and the servant requested:

“O Lord, God of my master, Abraham,” he prayed. “Please give me success today, and show unfailing love to my master, Abraham.”

“See, I am standing here beside this spring, and the young women of the town are coming out to draw water. This is my request. I will ask one of them, ‘Please give me a drink from your jug.’ If she says, ‘Yes, have a drink, and I will water your camels, too!’—let her be the one you have selected as Isaac’s wife. This is how I will know that you have shown unfailing love to my master.”

Before he had finished praying, he saw a young woman named Rebekah coming out with her water jug on her shoulder. She was the daughter of Bethuel, who was the son of Abraham’s brother Nahor and his wife, Milcah.

Rebekah was very beautiful and old enough to be married, but she was still a virgin. She went down to the spring, filled her jug, and came up again.

Running over to her, the servant said, “Please give me a little drink of water from your jug.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she answered, “have a drink.” And she quickly lowered her jug from her shoulder and gave him a drink. When she had given him a drink, she said, “I’ll draw water for your camels, too, until they have had enough to drink.” So she quickly emptied her jug into the watering trough and ran back to the well to draw water for all his camels.”

The servant watched her in silence, wondering whether or not the Lord had given him success in his mission. Then at last, when the camels had finished drinking, he took out a gold ring for her nose and two large gold bracelets for her wrists.”

I read through the chapter and was planning on going to morning prayer at 7 am, but thought to read more, until it hit me. Rebekah showed up!! She showed up to the well. So I got up showed up to prayer. Same day I showed up to Pursuit Night at Lifesong and we experienced a new freedom in worship. God’s glory manifested in the crowd. The next day I said “I will show up”. It is that simple. To show up to the well. With the intention to meet with God’s fulfillment. Today is only my second day with this “Show up to the Well” mindset, and I have met the fulfillment of two events that I had prayed “God I’ll wait for you to open the door”. What else does God have for the woman at the well. Just keep Showing up and you’ll see you will be just as adorned as the woman at the well. Adorned with the Glory, adorned with opportunity, adorned with a promise fulfilled, adorned with ____ ( Let God fill in the blank with His fulfillment).

Just show up my friend and I pray now “O Lord, God of Abraham, please give them success for today”

What is your Assignment?

Have you ever wondered why you haven’t seen breakthrough? Why is it taking so long to see this prayer answered?

Could it be that we have not discerned the assignment?

Before Jesus was taken, events would be stirring for arrest and Jesus knew, and would say, It is not my time. When the Pharisees came to arrest Him, He knew it was not His time, he stirred up the Pharisees hearts. He preached truth and knew the effects. He knew outcomes. But when it was time, and He was finally arrested, He knew that outcome. He allowed the taunting, the abuse, the name calling. As they tested Him for the truth, truth that could’ve set Him free, that could’ve gained Him more followers, He stayed quite instead. He knew the times, He knew the assignment, He knew the plan.

We are always living in a very growing environment, Kids are growing, we are growing, life is changing. Each day can be unique, each month, each year each Era. Leaving room for adjustment and asking Holy Spirit, how do I approach this situation, this new day, this conversation etc. and pay attention to the repeats. What is on repeat. Do you keep hearing “God is Faithful” perhaps were being stretched to trust God more as we process. Another repeat could be “you are beautiful” I had this one come right on time to reveal that I am His, and I am fearfully and wonderfully made, I took it further when God gave me a dream about His heart for HIs creation. Then I discerned God is speaking against what the world says about His beauty. Not just against me, But against his designs. You are His design even as He makes you all brand new again. My favorite part is when He made sure I didn’t forget about “Handsome”. With that set up lesson, I stayed listening, and found myself seeing a little of what He can see in others. When it could not be seen in the natural, He revealed what Heaven sees in His people. This changed everything for me. This was prophetic, To see what God sees. When it is hidden. What has the world covered of you that God can see? I then knew I had to share his heart, and also adjust my eyes to what God sees. No more declaring what I see in the natural but declaring what God sees. That was the assignment. Jesus being King, was beat, ridiculed, left by many. But Heaven saw Him, as a Glorious King. Now we may be beat, and discouraged, and broken now, or even thriving on promise land, but what does Heaven see? What does Jesus see, and what is the assignment?

What is your assignment. There is a time, there is a plan, and there is a design.

The Gold Is Your Story

Ok, so to start, here is a little about me. I am creative, with a creative mind, I am expressive, talkative. I talk a lot actually. I share my discoveries and what I’ve learned and created, all this making story telling another of my favorite things to do. I pull from my true stories, and inspiring stories because there are lessons to learn and remember. There is plenty of gold to pull out and share. I believe that stories inspire. When I was young I was the observer and listener, learning and taking my own statistics in life, while doodling in between. But I am in the activated journey of living it out, learning and sharing and revealing the treasures I have found in life while still doodling in between. So this short post is to encourage you to remember that when you are living life, whether you are surviving, thriving or even in a season of observation, there is something to take from it. There is so much to discard too, But please hold on to the gold that you find on your journey. Share it amongst each other at tables, road trips, walks, fishing, and my favorite, coffee dates. This making each other rich in wisdom and inspiration.

Let’s Reconnect

This is my very first blog entry. I usually enjoy sharing my life on Instagram and Facebook, but I wanted to go back to my roots when social media was on its first steps into culture. I was a teenager who loved to journal almost everyday. It brought me a sense of importance as I wrote my life down on paper and on journaling sites. It was a courageous time for me, exposing all my feelings for who knows who to read. I enjoyed writing to my friends these really long crammed words, 3 page front to back letters everyday. No wonder I got my first D that year. Although it cost me a little drama (no secret is secure on paper). I managed to still journal consistently until one day I let it go. I was in a season where I found closure from my first heartbreak. I wanted to be free from feeling and reabsorbing old pain I had already processed and that’s where I stopped journaling. The gap between that teenage season of writing and now is almost 15 years. So here I am, all grown up, married and, and ready to open this chapter up to whoever will read. Oh and also there is a new twist to things old friends, I am a Christian blogger now. Here is the culture of writing, teaching, and creating things with Jesus.