Prisms of light {brokenness}

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Many of you know the Bible account of Mary and Martha.

Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. ~Luke 10:38-42

Well, recently, I have chosen the path of Mary versus Martha. Truth is the Lord began to woo me to “Mary’s place” with Him. You see, what was unknown is, there were some important things to learn. To change. Adjust.

God graciously gave me the gift of extra quiet time in the mornings. A blessing only because of His grace.

These mornings have brought about some areas in my life where change was needed. Change for the better.

First thing, was dealing with forgiveness. I did not even realize a need to work at forgiveness existed inside my heart. Hard work too. Hard.

Hidden away in the recesses of my heart were black stains. Stains that were beginning to effect more of my heart. As Jesus’ revelation came to me about this, I could see some areas were graying. All because of unforgiveness.

I bought and read a book earlier this year entitled 31 Days of Forgiveness. Soaking in the information like a sponge. It was very good. For someone who has this problem, I said to myself. I can use this as a help in ministry. Words began returning to my mind. Applications of grace and hard work. Identifying the problem. Releasing the bitterness that was being built up. Whew. God forgave me when I asked Him, and released me from the guilt that generally follows failure.

It was not against any one person or situation specifically – my anger – yes – anger; but a compilation of things that were building. Leaving by the way of the altar every time we are in service is so important.

Getting so caught up in my responsibilities, left me broken.

Our mind, body and spirit are all wrapped up together in one frail package made of dirt. Every area on the package is labelled “FRAGILE.” Or at least it should be; because we all can be broken. We may be broken and not even know it. Our joy is gone. Our days ho hum. Friends – not today, I don’t feel like it. If that is you sweet sister, it’s Mary time.

There are so many broken pieces in my physical and spiritual being, which happened in unison, I asked the Lord what goes where.

His answer. As it was in the valley of dry bones, so it is with the broken pieces of your life, my child.

And he said unto me, Son of man, can these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest. Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus saith the Lord God unto these bones; Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live ~Ezekiel 37:3-5

I began to speak life into my spirit. The promises of God from His Word. Each shattered piece began to find their place nearing wholeness.

Shattered dreams became beautiful prisms of light making my life more colorful and beautiful.

As I continue to meditate on God’s Word and His goodness, the pieces are getting stronger. God’s grace is the glue bonding together the complete frame. My frame. My life.

Have you found yourself lacking joy, energy or the want-to? Perhaps pieces of you are breaking. Hidden hurts. God wants to put the color back in your life.
 
Are you more of a Mary or Martha? Please leave your comments in the section below.

Thank you stopping by.

See you around the path.

Blessings~Debra
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When light fades {it shines again}

blurredlightMs Bacon… Ms Bacon. Can you hear me?

You are fine.

The surgery went well. Are you in pain?

Groaning, confused and experiencing excruciating pain, I replied, yes. Yes I hear you. And Yes. I’m hurting. Bad.

She comes up from behind me, sticks a needle into the IV, and presses the handle on the syringe slow and steady. I fade out again.

This process was repeated for what seemed like minutes to me, but hours to my loved ones waiting.

As I was being wheeled to a room everything was still a blur.  It looked like a closet. Literally. The hospital was full and there had been a mix up.

I was moved to a different floor and room within hours.

After five days and unbelievable complications at every turn; I was released.

God has, and continues to miraculously touch me, as His healing process is working its way through me.

Home is a refuge.

If yours is not, make it one. It is so important to have that place of comfort. Your own sanctuary. A place where you find solace. A healing station.

Home is a place when the light begins to shine again.

Finally moving from our bedroom (where the early stages of my convalescence began) to our living room; bright, and well, home – a place where life happens daily – has allowed the presence of the Lord to minister to me in a different way. Speaking through His Word, and others. Offering reassurance of a brighter day.

During those dark days and nights following surgery, which seemed would never end, God was there; ministering to my suffering, quietly.

When the final pathology came – BENIGN – no cancer, I bowed low before our Lord. So desiring to wash His feet. To minister to Him as He had me. Thanking Him for His mercy and goodness.

Easter celebrations came and went, as I lay seemingly lifeless. My heart ached to be with Him. Collectively. With my church family. Worshiping Him. Remembering Him through communion.

Then, so gently and unexpectedly, His sweet Spirit swept over me. Breathing “I AM. I am here. With you.”

What a time of refreshing there was with my Savior, Jesus and me.

My desire to minister to Jesus, to bow low before Him, was not just because I did not have cancer – I was ready for either report. He does all things well. But, He has been so mindful and caring for me.

What I experienced on Easter morn with Jesus alone, has changed me. Charity, my One Word 2013, unfolded to me like the beautiful rose God represents.

Charity is the ultimate form of love. Of giving wholly of oneself. In love. In spirit. In Him.

 
How about you. How has God ministered to you when in dark times? How did you respond?
You would bless me and others reading by sharing your testimony here in the comments.

Blessings ~Debra

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Remember {Five Minute Friday}

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Sitting in a workshop with co-workers some years back, we were asked to tell our partner one good memory we had experienced in childhood.

“Go.” My partner quickly recalled a special memory, sharing his excitement through sparkling eyes and a big smile. “Now, how about you?” he said. I smiled sheepishly, still drawing a blank. I could not think of one thing. Blank. I apologized and began to weep. The fact that I could not recall a good memory experienced in childhood to share, devastated me.

From that day to this, remembering childhood events, teens and even young adult has been sketchy at best.

A work in progress, fretting over it is not as much a problem for me today as it was before.

When Jesus came into my life, I knew then whether I ever figured it out or not, He had this thing. My life in the palm of His hand. All of us.

 Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert. ~Isaiah 43:18-19

This scripture lets us know that He had  our present in mind through the struggles we experienced then and now.

So to forget yesterday is okay. I will remember what is necessary; when the time is right.

What about you? Do you have any challenges with remembering childhood or other times in your life?
Please leave a comment and let’s talk.
 
Blessings ~Debra
 
I hooked up with Lisa-Jo Baker today.  To find out more about #fiveminutefriday check here.

5minutefriday

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. That is like the one rule we all really care about. For reals.  #fiveminutefriday

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