just a thought to share...


God wrapped HIS love
Into my days...

And bound
in infiniteness
I found
infiniteness

My weakness and
My stamm'ring fright
Released complete
His Spirit's might

The holes in which
I fell and bled
As holy steps
to God have led

And sweaty steeps
At Christ's dear calls
Turned into fresh
Cool waterfalls

I followed where
My Savior loved
And found that I
Am His beloved

Oiy! I have been told that I need to be more brief in my writings. :(
k....

Wow! The air is so fresh this morning! I really enjoyed the torrential downpour last night.
The wind was awesome. Some of the wicker on my porch had to be retrieved from the neighbors yard. That happens, sometimes we have to go get our "stuff" back after a storm.
I just want to praise HIM this morning. Last nights intercessory prayer time was sooooo wonderful. God showed up in a miraculous way. The air was thick with HIS annointing. We lifted up the pastors in this community and there was such a spirit of intercession that came forth on their behalf. Well, enough said. I could go on and on (obviously by the length of some of the other writings). God is doing something different in our prayer group, like a repositioning. We are finding that we are doing more warfare through worship than through actual prayer. HE is amazing....and HE has HIS way. It isn't our agenda, but HIS.

God Bless You and Yours,

In, through and to HIM,
Deborha

MY SALT

I have spent my salt
to season HIS good earth.
I have spiraled my thoughts
to trace HIS ways
throughout the star-spun skies.

I have loved my life
upon HIS trail,
Hounding for HIS aroma.
Squinting for each sight of HIM
Who is my own dear image
And my Home, my Kin.

Other trails, are lost to me,
I now no longer know them:
My nose to HIS fragrance
My eye to HIS form
My ear to HIS whisper
My foot to HIS earth
My hand to HIS kingdom
My love for HIS own....

Wow...
The Holy Spirit is really flowing today. .
Has anyone ever felt like a song seeking sound?

Guess there's a lot in my spirit today...come and rest...

WHY THE BOX MUST BE BROKEN...

The bible tells of the pure spikenard. God purposely used this term "pure" in His Word to show that it is truly spiritual. But if the albaster box is not broken, the pure spikenard will not flow forth.
Strange to say, many are still treasuring the alabaster box, thinking that its value exceeds that of the ointment. Many think that their outward man is more precious than their inward man. This is problematic in the church.
One will treasure his cleverness, thinking he is quite important, another will treasure his own emotions, esteeming himself as an important person; others highly regard themselves, feeling they are better than others, there eloquence of speech surpasses that of others, their quickness of action, discernment, giftedness are superior, and so forth. However, we are not antique collectors; we are not vase admirers; we are those who desire to smell only the fragrance of the ointment.
Without the breaking of the outward, the inward will not come forth. So, individually we have no flowing out, and the church doesn't have a 'living way'.
Why then should we hold ourselves as so precious, if our outward man contains, instead of releases, the fragrance?
The Holy Spirit has not ceased working. One event after another, one thing after another, comes to us. Each disciplinary working of the Holy Spirit has but one purpose: to break our outward man so that our inward man may come through.
Yet here is the difficulty: We fret over offenses, trifle things, we murmur at small losses. The Lord is preparing a way to use us , yet scarcely has His hand touched us when we feel unhappy, even to the extent of quarrelling with God and becoming negative in our attitude.
Since being saved, we have been touched many times in various ways by the Lord, all with the purpose of breaking our outward man. Whether we are conscious of it or not, the aim of the Lord is to break this outward man.
So the Treasure is in the earthen vessel, but if the earthen vessel is not broken, who can see the treasure within? What is the final objective of the Lord's working in our lives?
It is to break this earthen vessel, to break our alabaster box, to crack open our shell. The Lord longs to find a way to bless the world through those who belong to HIM. Brokeness is is the way of blessing, the way of fragrance, the way of fruitfullness*, but it is also a path sprinkled with blood. Yes, there is blood from many wounds.
When we offer ourselves to the Lord to be at His service, we cannot afford to be lenient, to spare ourselves. We must allow the Lord utterly to crack our hardness, our shells, the outward man so that He may find a way for His working to come forth.
We can preach by using our mind' we can stir others by using our emotions, yet, if we do not know how to use the Spirit of God within us, the Spirit of God cannot touch people through us. The loss is great, and is greivous, prolonging time...God's time.
Therefore, if we have never consecrated ourselves to God, let us do so now. Say, "Lord, for the future of the church, for the future of the gospel, for Your way, and also for my own life, I offer myself into your hands. Lord, I delight to offer myself to You and am willing to let You have Your full way in through me."
Let us prepare for the breaking of the box and the release of HIS fragrance within.

In, through and to HIM...Deborha

* In my initial entry I expressed I would give more insight into my statement that the seed is in the fruit. I think this is it! The flesh of the fruit is sweet, but the seed itself comes forth from the fruit. It's outer surface has to be broken to allow a shoot to come. Be blessed...

Glad to be a fool ...
Come and sit awhile beneath my tree or upon my billowy branches and rest a while with me....


My work schedule is one 12 hour shift on, one twelve hour shift off, then, five 12 hour shifts in a row. That is 72 hours in 7 days if I don't pick up any extra shifts. Needless to say, by the end of my 72 hours I am quite tired, physically, emotionally and mentally. I am saying this because I have learned that on that 5th twelve hour shift, the enemy will try to do his best to distract, deceive, and disassociate. Notice that I said "try".

A conversation recently on prejudice took place in my workplace. Also, the issue of gay rights, elimination of 10 commandments and prayer from public places etc... . Anyway, I just sat and listened to the opinions of those around me. My spirit was grieved. Several people were (are) so steeped in the world's ideas of being "politically correct" and acceptance of alternate lifestyles, and the mind set of social, political and cultural tolerance.
(Honestly, I was hoping a new patient would come into the Emergency Dept. so I could escape this one!) But, as God would have it...no one did. I began to silently pray in the Spirit.
Soon I was reminded that Ephesians 4:15 says that a sign of Christian maturity is to be able to speak the truth in love. As a believer in Christ, who will be forever growing in HIM, I succumbed to the Spirit of truth....Saying, " I have observed some in this place exhibiting prejudice speech and comments toward those who are less fortunate than ourselves. Stating that you don't have a problem with so and so's lifestyle or anothers social status and need for public assistance. Then, in the next breath, making durogatory statements about them through what some call "joking". For me to remain silent is to remain part of the problem, as I see it. Personally, I feel that Christians are the ones who are most discriminated against in this country. It doesn't matter what color the christian is, they are discriminated against. Pharmacists who don't want to dispense the "morning after" pill because of their faith, children and young adults who love the Lord and want to practice or share their faith are being constrained to certain times and places this can be done. Well, for the sake of time I won't bring up the rest of the conversation and the things that were discussed. Someone stated, "Debi, I'm sorry if we offended you." I stated, " I am not offended. I have a great concern for our nation and the citizens of it. Especially our children and young people. My concern is the legacy/ inheretance we are leaving them. Is everything acceptable? Is everything tolerable? We need to visit this. How far do we go as a nation without standing up and saying , 'enough is enough'? Have we cast aside the foundations that this country was established on and allow it to crumble? Do we want our children's minds and spirits polluted with the garbage that is handed to them in the name of tolerance and acceptability? I don't."

Well, the comments were, "Religion is for the weak, wounded females of the world! You notice that there aren't as many men as there are women in the churches."

" What about the Catholic priests molesting all those boys?"

" How do you feel about the prejudice between Catholic and Protestant?"

I just replied that I was sorry for what has happened and is happening and that my only hope is that my story will really be about what God can do despite--no, because of--my weakness. I hope that you will see a story of His love for me and how that love can change not just a person but a community. Because that, is the cry of my heart, and the prayer in my spirit.

I was told I was foolish in believing this.....lol...well, we know what the foolish things of this earth do don't we...nothing else was said...all went about their work after that....confounded.... there was such an awesome presence of God in that place...hmmm. I love it when God shows up like that!

In , through and to HIM,
Deborha

Come and sit a while beneath my tree or upon its billowy branches and rest a while with me ... SOMETIMES YOU JUST CAN'T FIND A VEIN!

This was my 4th 12-hour shift in the emergency room. Early on in my shift I was called to the medical floor to start an IV on a "difficult stick" (Nurse jargon for "this guy has crap for veins"!) Anyway I went to this person's room and he promptly exclaims, "Thank God! I was hoping it would be you! I couldn't remember your name, but I was praying it would be you!" I recognized this man because I had put an IV in him 4 weeks ago. He said, "You're the only one that seems to be able to get this done".
Very quickly I told him to not brag too much, I may not get it! He said that he had faith that I would. Immediately I recognized this man and thought to myself, "Oiy, they (the other nurses) were right! So, I felt a vein pop up and attempted to thread an IV into it and there was no blood return. I apologized to him and told him that he would have to be stuck again. Ugh!( Personally, I hate needles! I can stick anybody. But, when it comes to me ... lay me down cause the minute I smell the alcohol swab, I'm swooning!) He had such confidence in me and I didn't get it. He said, "Honey, last time you asked Jesus to help you before you tried to find the vein. Maybe that's what you ought to do this time." So, I did. I put the torniquet on his arm, placed my hand onto his forearm and asked Jesus for just the right vein so this man would not have to endure another needle stick. His poor arms were bruised so bad from prior pokes. I lifted my hand and felt around thanking Jesus for providing a vein and...THERE IT WAS! Perfect, bouncy, wonderful vein! The catheter went right in and halleluja the man was able to get his medications again. I asked God to bless this man and left to go back to my department and on the way back I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me: There is a "vein of the Holy Ghost" that many are trying to get in without prayer and praise. We want to plug in, we try different ways, techniques, but, sometimes we just can't find it. We say, "Let's try this song or that word...it worked last time". But what we need to do is just ask HIM to come and provide the perfect vein for HIS spirit to flow through. It may not be the one that worked last time! It may not be in the same place it was last time! Just ask...

Lesson learned...
In, through and to HIM
Deborha

Good morning everyone!

Be encouraged~
for the Giver of Good Things,
the Renewer of Hope,
and the Dispenser of Wonderful Surprises
is on your side.
He loves you...and He never fails.

Be blessed!

In, through and to HIM,
Deborha