I looked at my garden this morning...it sadly shows signs of neglect. However, I'm a bit busy growing this little person in me (the size of a fist now) and it is taking most of my energy.
I'm asking the Lord to show me the spiritual metaphors in pregnancy. Usually what He does in the natural world has spiritual correlations. Last night at Cincinnati House of Prayer, He showed me that the Vine (Jesus) is our umbilical cord to connect us to the Father and the heavenlies. As long as we are on the earth, we've got to stay connected to the Vine in order to live. When we are "birthed" into our new life in heaven, we will be with Him and won't need that umbilical cord any longer. I told Mike and Sandie about it in the car on the way home, and Mike remarked that with this metaphor, it means our entire life here on earth is pre-natal!
They are abundantly satisfied with the fullness of Your house, And You give them drink from the river of Your pleasures. -Psalm 36:8 (NKJV)
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
The quote below was sent to me...I like it....
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!"
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, glass of wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!"
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Well, lame lame lame. I have not written on here for several months, as my old friend John McCollum pointed out to me today in an unexpected divine appointment.
What is going on? It feels like spring in my heart. Things are budding and becoming alive again. Can't name it all but I feel the stirrings. If there was one word that could summarize last year... it was suffering. All my energy went toward survival and grief.
The Lord reminded me today that at Easter I had gone to "my tree" (a special tree in Spring Grove Cemetary that is a metaphor to me) . When I looked at the tree, barren and stripped from a long winter, the Lord said, referring to me being like the tree, "she looks dead, but she's not dead". Inside the tree was all of the strength for spring and all of the beginnings of leaves and buds, but the outside looked so bare and forgotten.
Last year, I looked dead, but I was not dead. Now is spring and summer, and I no longer look dead. My gifts of prayer and prophecy and intimacy are beginning to show again and it feels good to be alive and thriving.
What is going on? It feels like spring in my heart. Things are budding and becoming alive again. Can't name it all but I feel the stirrings. If there was one word that could summarize last year... it was suffering. All my energy went toward survival and grief.
The Lord reminded me today that at Easter I had gone to "my tree" (a special tree in Spring Grove Cemetary that is a metaphor to me) . When I looked at the tree, barren and stripped from a long winter, the Lord said, referring to me being like the tree, "she looks dead, but she's not dead". Inside the tree was all of the strength for spring and all of the beginnings of leaves and buds, but the outside looked so bare and forgotten.
Last year, I looked dead, but I was not dead. Now is spring and summer, and I no longer look dead. My gifts of prayer and prophecy and intimacy are beginning to show again and it feels good to be alive and thriving.
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