Break My Vase

What an interesting month it has been with how God has used music to both clarify and amplify certain messages to me. This morning, I was listening to Brandon Lake sing “That’s Who I Praise”. Since he has several songs with praise in the title, it’s the one which begins, “I wanna dance like David, I wanna faith like Paul’s, I wanna sing like Silas tearing down the prison walls.” I was just praising whole-heartedly on the drive to work and by the time he gets to a line about ” I wanna gift like Mary, I wanna break my vase,” tears flooded.

It was a powerful and power-filled moment. It was like Jesus was sitting in the passenger seat just talking to me about the various people I have met and prayed with over the past month. Kerwin, Keisha, Shimmy, Starr, Terri and more. Even going to dinner with our friends last night was an opportunity to share God’s love and “My Gigi”. In that one moment, the Holy Spirit assured me in countless ways, I am pouring out like Jesus and NOT Carol. It was the moment which said I would acknowledge it in writing this morning, before I do any other task. Nothing is more important than sharing what God has done, is doing and will do.

Thank you, Lord. The doors you open for me ALL bring be closer to you. When I am poured completely out, you fill me again to overflowing. I could never thank you enough for all your promises and provision. Isa 63:7 Col 1:17 Gal 6:9. Please keep drawing me so close I feel that extra lobe in my lungs. In Jesus beautiful name, I ask only for your will to be done. I am yours. Amen.

Arriving to the shop, it felt even more special. Why? Of all the devotionals in the world, the one at our shop talks about holding little sheep. We literally had this exact conversation last night about Terri and Jason visiting a place called Hold a Baby Lamb in Ireland. Naturally, I had to snap a photo of it and share with our dinner buddies before flipping the Bible open to 2 Chronicles 6:13, “For He is good and HIs mercy endures forever.” Yes and amen. Thank you, Lord.

Thank you, Jesus. 💜✝️💜

Dear God,

Thank you for waking me early enough on a Saturday to ride along with Joyce as she ran errands today. Thank you for planting Psalm 91 firmly in my heart before she picked me up. It’s super cool that the images attached to the commentary reminded me of the aurora borealis last night.

I love how you speak to us through your Word, teaching us new things as we grow. Thank you for your Word, the master decoder of all my thoughts. Thank you for ALL the music you have inspired and all the ways you have moved, are moving and will surely move.

There is none like you, Lord. You are literally the Master of the Universe. Holy, Holy, Holy.

Hallelujah!

I am so grateful you know the praise comes forth from the depths of my soul. As much as I didn’t enjoy the diversion last week, I thoroughly enjoyed praising you through the “NAR STORM”. Years ago, I wrote that I was grateful for my GPS…as you know, that is your Perfect Son. It would be impossible to NOT praise you and worship accordingly. Still, today, I am bringing this “NAR Quagmire” to you and seeking direction. You keep leading me back to Matthew and Luke, weighing my words carefully.

You already know how broken my heart is for all which breaks yours. My heart has long since been yielded to your will for my life. Sometimes, I stumble. Sometimes, I fall. Always, you are there to pick me up and redirect my steps. I could never thank you enough.

The ugliness being expressed against Bethel, Elevation Worship, Jesus Culture, Maverick City, Hillsong and more is not being expressed with sincere love. You know my heart. You know I look for the love. I have sought you in every article, blog and video condemning them. I have NOT found you in a single one. I know you love them and need your instruction on how I can love them better.

For now, Lord, I will continue to dwell in your shelter and your shadow. You are my refuge, my fortress, my strength, my redeemer, my everything. Thank you, in advance, for commanding angels to guard me. Thank you for sending your son, Jesus, and for every drop of blood he shed at Calvary for me. It is in His precious name I ask for direction. Amen.

Fear is the ugliest Four letter Word

That is the word and spirit which is on my heart at 2:10 am.  My heart aches for any group of people who embrace Fear over Love.  It’s an epidemic, really.  Our kids, our country, our world.  It’s painful.  My heart is pouring tears over my face as I type.  When we are truly loving others the way we are called to love others, there isn’t much room left to allow fear.

The past two days have run the gamut of emotions.  I have known extremely high joys and felt the depths of hurt.   Thank you, Lord, for showing me WHY you needed me to hurt over this situation.   What is pushing through my heart right now is a sort of lump in my throat at the same time.  How amazing is our God?  He put me where He wanted me, called me to act, held me close and dared me to love Him and others in  new and different ways in the middle of a storm.   When I was obedient, He let His peace wash over me.  Never have I uttered words in prayer as I have today:

“Father God, I do not understand why you may have planned this project to fail as it exists, but I do trust your plan is to use this potential failure to your glory.  Anxious expectation is the best phrase to define where you have me.   Thank you for removing my defenses and just letting me love every person involved to the best of my ability today.  My prayer is that you plant the spirit of the project in all of their hearts.  You tell us it doesn’t matter who does the planting or watering, only you can make things grow.  Grow us all ,Lord, in your way, in your time, to your purpose.  I love you.