What a great weekend. You know, God has given me a plethora of brilliant, amazing, heart-warming friends. I find myself in awe sometimes when I stop to think about the individuals who've left an imprint on my heart. Here's one: --------------------------------------------
We could not stop talking. As soon as her flight landed, she and I talked until after midnight the next day. I love moments like that; moments when you're so comfortable with a friend, that time passes you by, unaware... In this particular case, it means a lot to me because I met this friend less than a year ago, and I feel like I've known her my whole life. Amazing. It behooves me to believe that this is less than God, when you can meet someone and instantly feel commonality. And, more often than not, the breath of God that my friend carries is arresting and attractive. The way she wears Christ makes me question my position in my relationship with Jesus - what I know and why I know it. Her example challenges me to work out my own salvation with greater pursuit and anticipation of the Holy. Iron sharpening iron. Can you tell I'm inspired?
My prayer is that I can leave an emphatic seed of benevolence, inspiration and encouragement in her life. Even, to have the opportunity to deposit the God-given wisdom I carry within me. I've learned that God doesn't do anything by mistake. The people in your life are for a reason, a season or a lifetime, and it's important to recognize the time. This friend, however, is definitely for a lifetime.
I was cleaning around the house this afternoon and came across an old spoken word piece I shared at a women's retreat on the beach about a year ago. At this retreat, I was asked to speak and share my testimony, and this is what I shared before I spoke to the women about the God in me. I totally forgot about this and am glad I found it. Enjoy... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Whom Love Pursued"
she, sits in distress, concerned and under arrest she, sits in her pretty pink dress afraid to tell her mom because she'd make a mess of things she's six and he, he cornered her she's not even old enough to write legible his, decibels rang in her ears - "touch it!" she sits in distress, concerned and under arrest her heart beats out of her chest she's too young to be shaken from the nest but satan's jest was to destroy her
her shackles grew stronger with age, she's enraged at the world every night, curled, into the fetal position her life transitions inexplicably see, she be that girl with the absentee father and abused mother satan's plan - to scorn her identity "you're nothing!" he says. "you're worthless!" he clouts. "people will think your crazy!" he laughs. "there's no God." he shouts
she loses herself sometimes - with pen and paper and words because her journal was the only thing that understood her adjectives, her nouns, her verbs
she posts a do-not-disturb sign on her heart but, love knocks anyway it pursued her without fail it even showed her the blood on the nail it endured this pursuit made her blush her, deep cocoa skin turning pale she received a letter from this love in the mail addressed to: intimacy
what is this love? she thought don't you know she's on the run? do you really want one raped and abused? confused and holding a loaded gun?
this loves pursuit grew stronger and stronger she, could not resist it any longer and when her spirit was limp from wailing and crying she gave in to this love and committed to dying every day, even... and now her testimony is a testament of this love she found years ago
no more bondage and no more chains no more denying that Jesus Christ reigns no more sexual abuse, no more addiction no more mental handicap, no more affliction no more negative words, no more trilogy of generation after generation after generation of not being what God called to be more faith, more anointing, more fire more passion, more pursuit of His desire more prayer, more intercession, a deeper level of more more Holy Spirit power from head to the floor taking territory for His glory in war
that girl who was abused and raped is walking in power, free. that girl whom love pursued was me.
Ever see something burn? If it burns long enough, the things around it will also catch fire. And, when more than one thing burns, the fire becomes more intense and spreads faster. When fire spreads, it's harder to prohibit, interrupt...breakup. We should represent Christ in the manner of wild fire. We should burn for Him, His desires, His heart and ignite others. Be encouraged to get up every morning and put on Christ just like you take the time to put on your best outfit. †
In remembering to represent Christ with all I am, I read this quote earlier today...
"Catch on fire with enthusiasm for Christ and people will come from miles to watch you burn." ~John Wesley