I hope my prayers cause the Holy Spirit to stir your heart at that exact moment, and in heaven we'll find out those exact moments. I hope my prayers stop the spiritual attacks and make the angels win the wars going on in your life, even if it has nothing to do with me. I hope that when I pray for you to have joy and peace, that you are overwhelmed with it that day without even knowing why. I hope some day I can ask you if the things I prayed for you worked out, or if you saw any changes because of what I prayed for.
I hope my prayers wake you up in the middle of the night, and you feel the weight to pray for me too. Wake up!
I hope you grow to be a persistent pray-er if you aren't currently. I hope you are writing down things that God is doing for you and teaching you so that one day you can tell me about it. I hope you fast when the Lord calls you to, I hope you obey quickly when He speaks, and I hope you are more sensitive to the Holy Spirit even in the small things the more and more you know Him.
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Monday, September 24, 2018
The fair
Day 79 of not working at Starbucks.
I have a good plan setup for this week of things to do and on what days. I'm optimistic for the week ahead, even though it's fall break for people and lots of my friends are away and so it will be a week with less human interaction. It's ok. I'll be extra productive this week.
I went to the North Georgia Fair on Friday night. I haven't been since I as 17. I went to the Washington State Fair about 4 years ago though. I feel like anything really good or really bad that happens at the fair is more engraved in your memory because the smells are strong, the sounds are specific, there are bright lights and bright colors, and the food is unique. Nothing crazy happened in my experience at the fair, just an observation. All of the senses are heightened, and it's almost overwhelming. Especially when there are SO many people. I literally didn't look at people's faces around me because my brain couldn't process that many. I could hardly keep track of the 7 people with me. I had funnel cake with chocolate on it. I heard David Crowder preform for 30 minutes. I tried a deep fried Oreo for the first time. I used an ATM for the first time in 10 years since I didn't realize the whole place only took cash. To me, the company was better than the fair itself.
Even with not working at Starbucks, my brain has been full. But mostly full of good stuff. I treasure the time and conversations I'm having with people, even if it's just 10 minutes, or even if it's just a routine time that I'm seeing them.
I have a good plan setup for this week of things to do and on what days. I'm optimistic for the week ahead, even though it's fall break for people and lots of my friends are away and so it will be a week with less human interaction. It's ok. I'll be extra productive this week.
I went to the North Georgia Fair on Friday night. I haven't been since I as 17. I went to the Washington State Fair about 4 years ago though. I feel like anything really good or really bad that happens at the fair is more engraved in your memory because the smells are strong, the sounds are specific, there are bright lights and bright colors, and the food is unique. Nothing crazy happened in my experience at the fair, just an observation. All of the senses are heightened, and it's almost overwhelming. Especially when there are SO many people. I literally didn't look at people's faces around me because my brain couldn't process that many. I could hardly keep track of the 7 people with me. I had funnel cake with chocolate on it. I heard David Crowder preform for 30 minutes. I tried a deep fried Oreo for the first time. I used an ATM for the first time in 10 years since I didn't realize the whole place only took cash. To me, the company was better than the fair itself.
Even with not working at Starbucks, my brain has been full. But mostly full of good stuff. I treasure the time and conversations I'm having with people, even if it's just 10 minutes, or even if it's just a routine time that I'm seeing them.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
How long?
Let me tell you my vague and crazy story.
In January 2017 I began to pray for God to answer. Not answer a prayer the way I wanted it, but an answer to what HE wanted. I wanted to know a clear yes or no. That would determine my prayers and my actions - to walk left if God said no, and walk right if he said yes type of thing. Go big or go home. By the end of May 2017, He had told me yes 34 times. It was then I believed Him. But my circumstances didn't reflect it.
I continued to pray - not for more yes answers, but for specific things I needed to do in obedience, for encouragement, and for His promise to come to fulfillment. By January of 2018, I was more sure than ever that I had heard God and seen amazing things, with His answers and whispers to me being more complex than the beginning, weaving in a lot more details to make things a lot more beautiful. My circumstances still didn't reflect it.
Last week was number 50 of what God has spoken to me about it. I have typed them all up, taken pictures of things if they went along with it, and they are my rocks of remembrance to look back upon when I start to question God because of the time that has passed and the unchanged circumstances. I am so thankful for His continuing persistence with me, His continual voice, and His peace that keeps me steady. But I can't even describe how much I wish it was time for the promise to actually happen. For some reason it's just not ready. God's not going to give me a cake when it's not done, or a peach that isn't ripe yet, or a book with pages missing. I get that it's still in progress. But I wish He would hurry up and finish it. :-)
Truths: I know that His timing is perfect and detailed, I know that He is working when I cannot see it, I know that He has spoken, I know that He doesn't break His promises, I know that I have been so persistent in my prayers, and I know it all depends on God to bring this about and not me. These are the things I hold onto when satan asks me, "Did He really say that?" just like he asked Eve. Those truths, plus scripture to back it up, are what become my sword of truth against my fears and doubts.
If you type in, "how long," into the bible app, there are endless amounts of that question!
In January 2017 I began to pray for God to answer. Not answer a prayer the way I wanted it, but an answer to what HE wanted. I wanted to know a clear yes or no. That would determine my prayers and my actions - to walk left if God said no, and walk right if he said yes type of thing. Go big or go home. By the end of May 2017, He had told me yes 34 times. It was then I believed Him. But my circumstances didn't reflect it.
I continued to pray - not for more yes answers, but for specific things I needed to do in obedience, for encouragement, and for His promise to come to fulfillment. By January of 2018, I was more sure than ever that I had heard God and seen amazing things, with His answers and whispers to me being more complex than the beginning, weaving in a lot more details to make things a lot more beautiful. My circumstances still didn't reflect it.
Last week was number 50 of what God has spoken to me about it. I have typed them all up, taken pictures of things if they went along with it, and they are my rocks of remembrance to look back upon when I start to question God because of the time that has passed and the unchanged circumstances. I am so thankful for His continuing persistence with me, His continual voice, and His peace that keeps me steady. But I can't even describe how much I wish it was time for the promise to actually happen. For some reason it's just not ready. God's not going to give me a cake when it's not done, or a peach that isn't ripe yet, or a book with pages missing. I get that it's still in progress. But I wish He would hurry up and finish it. :-)
Truths: I know that His timing is perfect and detailed, I know that He is working when I cannot see it, I know that He has spoken, I know that He doesn't break His promises, I know that I have been so persistent in my prayers, and I know it all depends on God to bring this about and not me. These are the things I hold onto when satan asks me, "Did He really say that?" just like he asked Eve. Those truths, plus scripture to back it up, are what become my sword of truth against my fears and doubts.
If you type in, "how long," into the bible app, there are endless amounts of that question!
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