this blog was almost titled hidden. in a world that prides itself on maintaing facades and building personal walls, the truth of God is not absent, but hidden beneath layers and layers of deceit. We have to search to find. People have provided me with a safe space to open and share my heart and have used Jesus' hands to pull my gifts out of me and the hidden treasure within my heart. Everyone has treasure within them, but often all we see are the layers covering. It is our job as kingdom seekers to reveal the truth within individuals.
"It is the glory of God to hide a matter. It is the glory of a king to search it out." Proverbs 25:1-3
Matthew 13
10The disciples came to him and asked, "Why do you speak to the people in parables?"
11He replied, "The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you, but not to them. 12Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. 13This is why I speak to them in parables:
"Though seeing, they do not see;
though hearing, they do not hear or understand. 14In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah:
" 'You will be ever hearing but never understanding;
you will be ever seeing but never perceiving.
15For this people's heart has become calloused;
they hardly hear with their ears,
and they have closed their eyes.
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
hear with their ears,
understand with their hearts
and turn, and I would heal them.'[a] 16But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. 17For I tell you the truth, many prophets and righteous men longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.
44"The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.
45"Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls. 46When he found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.
Monday, January 5, 2009
SHE SHALL SING, HOSEA 2
HOSEA 2 has been the chapter that God used to confirm my actions of following him into the development of a new relationship. Confirmed through prophesies, songs, a sermon, and a friend, these words that God spoke to the Israelites were also spoken to me.
14 "Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the desert
and speak tenderly to her.
15 There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will sing as in the days of her youth,
as in the day she came up out of Egypt.
16 "In that day," declares the LORD,
"you will call me 'my husband';
you will no longer call me 'my master.'
17 I will remove the names of the Baals from her lips;
no longer will their names be invoked.
18 In that day I will make a covenant for them
with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air
and the creatures that move along the ground.
Bow and sword and battle
I will abolish from the land,
so that all may lie down in safety.
19 I will betroth you to me forever;
I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,
in [e] love and compassion.
20 I will betroth you in faithfulness,
and you will acknowledge the LORD.
21 "In that day I will respond,"
declares the LORD—
"I will respond to the skies,
and they will respond to the earth;
22 and the earth will respond to the grain,
the new wine and oil,
and they will respond to Jezreel.
23 I will plant her for myself in the land;
I will show my love to the one I called 'Not my loved one. [g] '
I will say to those called 'Not my people, ' 'You are my people';
and they will say, 'You are my God.' "
i will sing before the Lord and the sound of my voice be a key unlocking his heart.
14 "Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the desert
and speak tenderly to her.
15 There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will sing as in the days of her youth,
as in the day she came up out of Egypt.
16 "In that day," declares the LORD,
"you will call me 'my husband';
you will no longer call me 'my master.'
17 I will remove the names of the Baals from her lips;
no longer will their names be invoked.
18 In that day I will make a covenant for them
with the beasts of the field and the birds of the air
and the creatures that move along the ground.
Bow and sword and battle
I will abolish from the land,
so that all may lie down in safety.
19 I will betroth you to me forever;
I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,
in [e] love and compassion.
20 I will betroth you in faithfulness,
and you will acknowledge the LORD.
21 "In that day I will respond,"
declares the LORD—
"I will respond to the skies,
and they will respond to the earth;
22 and the earth will respond to the grain,
the new wine and oil,
and they will respond to Jezreel.
23 I will plant her for myself in the land;
I will show my love to the one I called 'Not my loved one. [g] '
I will say to those called 'Not my people, ' 'You are my people';
and they will say, 'You are my God.' "
i will sing before the Lord and the sound of my voice be a key unlocking his heart.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
"Many people spend their entire lives reacting to what they don't want to be instead of responding to the call of God on their lives. " -Kris Vallotton
I've never been great at keeping journals. i carry a little moleskin around all day searching for a miracle to jot down or listening for a profound word to drop from someone's lips and hit my blank notebook. as i fill each and every moleskin, i consider them a waste. i underestimate my ability to produce the purpose and depth and power that i am jealous of. but when i read over my journals years or months later, i almost want to slap myself in the face as my eyes are opened to the understanding that the spirit within me is as profound as it gets. somehow (by the grace of God) my forced and discouraged journal jottings transform into spirit-breathed revelations.
God is good. the story of my funny life is long and boring, curving around petty trips and falls, out-of-this world encounters with jesus only to be forgotten days later, whimsical trips to foreign countries... a story that only God could delight in and a story that only he could weave into his powerful and beautiful heart.
I am only beginning to enter into the purpose and depth and power that i've carried all along. I am only beginning to grab ahold of the worth of a daughter of the King and the trust of a child. an entry from a few months ago reads: "open up my heart today like double doors opening to fields of beauty and grace. place your face before mine. stare me in the eyes. stare my darkness in the face and draw it out of me like drawing water from a well. my king, what is hidden within me? take away my doubt, let me fall completely into your arms. refine me, my husband. mold me into the proverbs 31 woman. Oh! How he loves me. Prepare me as your bride, pure and blameless in your sight. be the only man i see, the only man i desire, may i be beautiful in your sight. I don't deserve you-your faithfulness , love, truth, protection- I am the luckiest girl in the world"
my journey to Portugal is only the backdrop of the journey of my spirit. I have barely touched the refining fire, barely entered into obedience and communion with jesus, barely understood my identity. as this continues, i want to take you all with me. to partner with me, because we need each other. this journey is ours, wherever it leads.
I've never been great at keeping journals. i carry a little moleskin around all day searching for a miracle to jot down or listening for a profound word to drop from someone's lips and hit my blank notebook. as i fill each and every moleskin, i consider them a waste. i underestimate my ability to produce the purpose and depth and power that i am jealous of. but when i read over my journals years or months later, i almost want to slap myself in the face as my eyes are opened to the understanding that the spirit within me is as profound as it gets. somehow (by the grace of God) my forced and discouraged journal jottings transform into spirit-breathed revelations.
God is good. the story of my funny life is long and boring, curving around petty trips and falls, out-of-this world encounters with jesus only to be forgotten days later, whimsical trips to foreign countries... a story that only God could delight in and a story that only he could weave into his powerful and beautiful heart.
I am only beginning to enter into the purpose and depth and power that i've carried all along. I am only beginning to grab ahold of the worth of a daughter of the King and the trust of a child. an entry from a few months ago reads: "open up my heart today like double doors opening to fields of beauty and grace. place your face before mine. stare me in the eyes. stare my darkness in the face and draw it out of me like drawing water from a well. my king, what is hidden within me? take away my doubt, let me fall completely into your arms. refine me, my husband. mold me into the proverbs 31 woman. Oh! How he loves me. Prepare me as your bride, pure and blameless in your sight. be the only man i see, the only man i desire, may i be beautiful in your sight. I don't deserve you-your faithfulness , love, truth, protection- I am the luckiest girl in the world"
my journey to Portugal is only the backdrop of the journey of my spirit. I have barely touched the refining fire, barely entered into obedience and communion with jesus, barely understood my identity. as this continues, i want to take you all with me. to partner with me, because we need each other. this journey is ours, wherever it leads.
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