Mother of 5 beautiful children, friend of books, avid reader, bubble baths are life! I enjoy long walks and hiking, I seek adventure. Writing makes me a better person, I love to share my thoughts.
I am not a reread a book kind of person, the only books that I have done this with are children’s book with my children! I just don’t feel the need, to me it’s not like a movie but maybe I should try it more. Anyway the main things that I reread a lot are my journals. Being a deeply reflective, nostalgic person I really love reconnecting with different versions of myself. It’s like I have always been the same, yet I am always evolving!
When you are documenting your life, the greatest teacher is hindsight. I truly believe that life is full of repeated patterns and lessons. We tend to be creatures of habit, when we look back it can be useful to identify those thought patterns and behaviors. The growth I see throughout the years can be small, but consistent and it helps me to see that all my years of reflection are indeed working. Some things can be hard to see when we are in the thick of it, taking a look at a later time helps to gain perspective.
“The journey into self-love and self-acceptance must begin with self-examination…until you take the journey of self-reflection, it is impossible to grow or learn in life.”
-Iyanla Vanzant
A sunset captured by me.
This morning, I awakened from a dream of an old love from my younger days. This relationship did not last long it was wildly passionate and moving far too quickly for such young people! He broke my heart when he wanted space from me, I was happy but he felt like most guys, he needed to accomplish more, experience more before we became too serious. In the dream he walked back into my life and I am like uh-uh NOPE! I won’t go back into those feelings! Do you know how bad that hurt me? I woke up feeling lots of things, feelings of hope, restoration, and peace. Was it possible that I was still mourning this lost love?
When I press my pen to paper the thoughts, feelings, and all of it come spilling out onto the pages! This is why I love to reread them because they are brimming with authenticity. My truest intentions, emotions and uniqueness are there in raw form. As much as I enjoy blogging, it’s not quite the same, I am much more censored and filtered in this realm, than I am in between those pages. They are mine and I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks when I am scribbling in them!
After that dream, I immediately started taking notes of the themes of the dream and how it made me feel. In order to grow and process the things we live through its a good thing to ask yourself questions. Why did my old flame visit me? I am married, I have children, I am not interested in that relationship any longer. The ideal presents itself as the need to reflect, let go, and make peace with painful events. There was so much I needed to learn, and I have become way better on the journey I am on currently.
Reflection of me, many moons ago (2013)
This photo was taken as I was getting ready and I sat up on the bathroom counter and snapped the shot, it was really good. I look at the woman there and I hardly recognize her, I have changed physically, mentally and spiritually. I know her and I miss her all the same, she is me and I am her. The growth that has taken place, came with a cost. It was painful, I lost people along the way, and at times I thought I had lost myself. As I sat perched up there on the countertop, I wonder if she could see a glimpse of who she would become? Some have questioned if we truly even look the way that we perceive ourselves to look?
“It’s not about how many years you live, but how many you learn.”
The past will continue to be a tool to learn from but it can also be a cage in which we become trapped in the memories of failure and regret. I aspire to take those words I wrote as a map to the future that awaits me. I love to read my story and get to know me better and come to terms with my journey. It was hard but I must learn to embrace it all and take the good and the bad. Nothing is wasted, and it is never too late to repurpose your experiences.
The hand of God has mightily carried me, and I look forward to seeing the woman I am becoming. I believe I met her in my dreams one night. As I slept I dreamed that I was looking into the mirror and getting dressed suddenly I saw movement out of the corner of my eyes and saw MYSELF! I literally saw another version of me, we looked the same, the only difference was that she was so happy! I immediately followed her, and had to see for myself, I sort of thought she would disappear when I got face to face. However, she was just as real as me, but she seemed somehow wiser, more confident, happy, just peaceful contentment.
Then as if she sensed my disbelief, fear, and confusion she just smiles and grabs me in for a hug. The hug was warm, and it was a real hug, I could feel it. She simply said that “Everything is going to be okay.” This reassurance was what I needed in such a hard time in my life, who can know you better than oneself?
Waiting involves conscious focus on the passage of time.
When we are waiting for something to change or happen it seems like time actually goes slower or at times, maybe faster. Either way it’s our focus on the event that causes it to feel drawn out. The process of waiting can be hard, but we grow when we are tested. I just finished a wonderful book, it was about Martha from the Bible. Martha, is the sister of Lazarus and Mary. Lazarus has a miracle encounter with Jesus, who raises Lazarus from the dead! The book is “Up from Dust: Martha’s Story,” by Heather Kaufman. The Children of Israel have been waiting for 400 years for the appearance of their Messiah. Imagine the feelings they had as they waited.
This book is a fictionalized account of Martha’s back story, and her siblings lives. The story portrays how they met and befriended Jesus during his three years of ministry. There is a scene in the book, where Lazarus is dying and the sisters have sent word to Jesus. They have asked him to come, in hopes that he will heal their brother from his affliction. This story is in the Bible, in John 11. They have gotten to see and have heard about the miracles Jesus has performed.
Suddenly Lazarus dies, and Jesus has still not shown up to help them! They have been pacing the floor, in despair, anguish and hurt that their dear friend did not come. How could he not come? Why did he tarry? Can you imagine, sending a text and telling your good friend that your sibling is dying and they leave you on READ! No reply, no sight of them, I cannot imagine the feelings in their heart and mind! They KNEW Jesus personally, they knew he possessed great power to heal the sick, he could have healed Lazarus in a few moments.
Photo: ShilohRose77 (My pregnancy announcement April 2022)
The test had two pink lines! I couldn’t believe that I was pregnant, I was excited but I kind of knew because I was feeling off in my body. We immediately shared the good news with our family friends. Our happiness was short-lived we lost the baby exactly at 8 weeks pregnant, my hopes dashed. Like Martha and Mary I sent word to Jesus immediately! I was hurting deeply emotionally, I didn’t have any warning signs that I had lost the baby. I felt like my body had failed me.
I can imagine when Lazarus became ill that Mary and Martha had confidence that Jesus wouldn’t possibly let their brother die! That day as I left the ultrasound appointment I was asking Jesus what was going on? I said to myself it has to be a mistake! Jesus where are you? Please don’t let this happen! I spent twelve days wondering why my body still had not began the process of natural abortion. I prayed, the only glimmer of hope was that I dreamed of a voice that said, “The child will live.”
On April 29th, after the abortion medication would not work and my body had still not begun the process, I had to have the DNC surgery. The surgery went well, but I felt so conflicted. I was mourning a life I only knew existed for one month! I told people and had to tell them I lost the baby! My body had let me down! As I am trying to relay these feelings and share this story, I am rereading my journal during this time. They say grief comes in waves, I can agree. Jesus sat with me, he walked with me through it because it was heavy!
Shiloh isn’t my name it’s the name I gave my baby, that I lost. I write under this name, because I desire to use my pain to be reborn. I use my tears to cultivate my soil.
The weeks leading up to my miscarriage, I kept hearing sermons, references and synchronous messages about Jesus being acquainted with grief. In Matthew 26: Jesus is praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, he knows his time for death is imminent.
The weight of loss can be heavy before anything actually happens, you feel it on your shoulders. I felt an odd burden upon my heart, Jesus was preparing me for the grief to come. Martha and Mary knew with each passing day that Lazarus was going to die, they could feel the chill of death. Jesus waited four days after Lazarus had died before he shows up! During this hard time in my life, I felt many emotions: intense grief, anger, physical pain, loved, seen, comforted, and I even felt spirits around me as I slept! I found out I lost Shiloh on April 18th, and on April 22nd I felt spirits at my bedside, that’s four days. In some Jewish cultures its believe that after a persons’s death their spirit lingers around the body for three days, and that by the fourth day they are beyond dead!
In the Garden Jesus prays three times he is deeply burdened, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here and watch with me.” (Matthew 26:38 ESV). Jesus has asked his disciples to go with him, he didn’t want to be alone and he wanted them to keep an eye out for his impending doom. However they were exhausted and just couldn’t seem to grasp what he has been telling them all along! They fell asleep each time, he prayed three times in a one hour period. He is the sinless, son of God and he is afraid, anxious, lonely, troubled, and he prays to finish well!
Hold on, SUNDAY IS COMING!
“Faith means believing in advance what only makes sense in reverse.” -Philip Yancey
After four days, Lazarus has been buried and Mary and Martha get word that Jesus has come into the edge of town. Martha immediately goes to meet Jesus and she is deeply hurt and she almost accuses, “Lord if you had been here, my brother would have not died.” (John 11:21 ESV). Jesus tells her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?” (John 11:25-26 ESV) It can be hard to trust in the goodness of God, when tragedy strikes! However, Martha confesses to Jesus that she believes he is the Messiah and still trusts him.
Again Jesus shows his humanity he weeps when he gets to the tomb of Lazarus, this is his friend that has died and he loves all of them. He delayed his comfort for those long days, to reveal the Glory of GOD! That sorrowful night, he goes to the Garden, to pray before his crucifixion to submit himself to God’s WILL despite what it will cost him! Jesus can hardly contain himself at the grave of Lazarus, he is overcome with emotion but YET he still does the will of God! He asks the grave to be opened and yells for Lazarus to come out and this man is raised from the dead!
My heart broke when I lost Shiloh, but the Lord just kept asking me to trust his plan. It was a hard but then an amazing thing happened I found out July of 2022, that I was pregnant again! It was literally three months later, I was pregnant again! Now, it’s 2025 and my beautiful daughter is here and just turned two years old!
Thank you Jesus! I hope that I was able to inspire you to trust God’s plan for you too. Happy Reading!
I tend to go between being serious, melancholy, studious and chill and then at times I can be extremely silly, super smiley, playful, and a jokester. It really just depends on my mood, as to what makes me laugh. Some days I tend to be rather sarcastic. I may laugh at inappropriate times, when I am feeling sarcastic. My husband says I laugh at disabled people, but in my defense I don’t take light of their afflictions! It’s just I seem to be around when they may do an action with a particular expression and I loose my control. I laugh. There I said it.
Laughter truly is a relief to the daily stress. I enjoy the funny videos on social media as well, the ones about family dynamics and relationships. I love to see how other people interact with each other, in various scenarios. I am a a people watcher. My older three children are teens, so I use those funny videos as a way to connect with them. It brings us together, all of us huddled over a phone laughing hysterically.
In this particular photo, we were at Disney exploring the Star Wars portion. My husband was trying on a Storm Trooper mask, it had a voice changer and I found it ridiculous. My husband was seriously debating on buying it and I thought it was silly but hey, to each his own. My one year old daughter actually captured this photo accidentally and we thought it was a good one. Off guard photos are usually better, no awkward posing! I suppose my family makes me laugh the most! When you have five kids, there is a lot of moments for laughter.
That’s me and my little photo taker before she could do much!
That’s just who we are we laugh at each other, tease and make a lot of jokes. My daddy’s side of the family is very outspoken and we love to tell stories. We gather together and it’s extremely loud and chaotic, everyone is talking all at once. “We laugh to keep for crying” as my daddy always says. We make light of things because sometimes there is pain there. In my family, we often suppress our pain but when we gather and just laugh it makes it easier.
Me and my thirteen year old, Jayce
This kid makes me laugh, he is very funny by nature. He tells jokes and likes to be silly at all the wrong times. Jayce has a way of telling jokes, and cannot for the life of him suppress his laughter! He is the person that will giggle in a funeral. Do not sit next to him! I can be yelling at him about something and he will start laughing, it drives me insane. However he has made me laugh when I need it and made a hard day better. He is a sweet boy and I am so grateful to have him!
Welp that’s my spill for today, I hope y’all are having a great day! If you aren’t remember that it’s just a season and it will pass! Happy Reading! Blessing to you all!
“ Where the is anger, there is always pain underneath” -Eckhart Toole
If I had to label a weakness of mine it is unbridled passion, that often leads to anger. I am truly just a passionate, enthusiastic, and highly sensitive person. My anger once unleashed is often very hard to control, and I think “Who is that?” I don’t know that woman! I truly have to get away to gather myself because I cannot let it control me! Have I failed at controlling it? Yes!
Anger is a secondary emotion it’s usually another emotion such as hurt, grief, sadness that are triggering anger. I have been angry for as long as I can remember. I was a child that grew up in some tough situations for someone so young. I couldn’t even express these emotions and they often became buried. I was seeing a lot of violence at home, and I would go to school and hit other kids if I felt provoked. By looking at me, no one would know what laid beneath my calm surface.
I quickly learned to start hiding my anger because I did not want to get in trouble. My true nature was not a violent one, I would internalize more and more. It made it hard to say no to people, and I often would have stomach aches as a teen. I think that was anxiety but I didn’t know what was causing it. I made it through middle and high school, yet there were a few times I was in trouble and got into fights but thank God nothing too serious. I also picked up smoking weed, because it helped me feel calmer.
I look back at this young woman who really needed to unpack some of those feelings but wasn’t sure who to confide in. When I was nine I met a girl at church, that loved to write stories and she sparked a creativity in me that I didn’t know I had! I started writing stories and journaling and it really helped me to put my thoughts onto paper. I always love to read anyway. However, my home life never got better and I think some things we just have to grow through. I couldn’t be the writer that I am without all these years of pouring out my feelings.
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you” -Maya Angelou
There are some days that I cannot sleep because all of the words that are forming in my heart and mind. These moments of inspiration are hard to harness because they come and are often gone just as quick. If I do not happen to express myself through my emotions, then I will usually have very expressive dreams. Creative energy is a beautiful gift to me, it’s my beauty for ashes. When your voice has been silenced in frustration, writing soothes the soul.
The vulnerability I feel even sharing this made me want to stop writing it, I turned on loud and angry music as a distraction. I still felt the urge to run from these feelings, it’s easy to hide in my room and let my thoughts linger on the pages. However, being open and sharing these things were harder than I expected. I guess that shows there is still room to grow in this area of emotions, that often lead me to anger.
“My negative core belief that I am not important to anyone needs healing.” -Dwight Ratana
Trauma comes in many forms, for me it was the things I saw, experienced, and was never able to let go of that kept me bound. Sometimes I can feel it strangling me in the night, the fitful unrest of a heart and mind torn. My heart wants to forgive and move forward but my mind wont let me forget! I am not sure what else to say so I will share a poem, I wrote in prayer late last night. These things are incredibly hard to share at times.
Artwork from my local library: It spoke to me as if made for me.
“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” -Desmond Tutu
This past Friday, I decided to take a little time out for solitude and enjoy the beautiful weather. There is a small park a few miles from my house, that I really like because it has a nice walking path and playground, but my favorite thing is that it’s usually secluded. It is a very small town there and little traffic. This area is a real treat, compared to my busy neighborhood! I have missed going to this particular spot because we recently had some extensive flooding in my town and surrounding areas. This park has been flooded for several weeks now, so I was happy to see some of the water had receded.
Then I excitedly put on my AirPods and turned on Apple Fitness, the app has guided walks that are pretty cool. They have famous people record sort of like a podcast while walking, and they tell stories and share music that they enjoy. I saw a guided walk with the actor Adam Scott, and chose to listen because I am watching a show with him in it right now. Adam told a story about being in New York during the blackout back in 2003.
He said that when it occurred he came home to find all of his neighbors outside and people everywhere in the streets. He said that he was invited to join neighbors on the rooftops for drinks. He agreed, not wanting to sit in a dark apartment anyway. He said that as he ascended upon the roof that people began yelling and cheering, as if celebrating the darkness that surrounded them! This story touched me because I could see how the unity of that city, made a scary and uncertain time that much better.
The picture of thousands of people in such a large city, celebrating the pause in the mundane. The human spirit is hard to kill, people can be very resilient when tested. It’s amazing what a person can live through. This event impacted Adam, he was able to be apart of something so much bigger than him. How many events in our lifetime have happened that we couldn’t control but were made stronger by it? As I listened to his story, I am looking at the waters left from the flood, it has made a pond in this grassy area. Some of the walking path is still completely under water.
Photo by Me
Nature is a force to be reckoned with. I found the covered pathway and this new small body of water, oddly beautiful. What are we really in control of I think to myself? I enjoyed looking and taking pictures. I see the water marks, debris, mud stains, snail shells it’s truly unique. As I am walking, I am remembering what the park looks like before the flooding. Before it was literally just a wide open, grassy field. The water even extends into the woods, I wonder how far back it goes?
Photo by Me: The new pond
Many questions begin forming in my mind. How long will the water be here? The sun was warm and the wind unusually strong. I watched as leaves floated on the water, I feel God here. Our little plans are often change by unseen circumstances. It is essential to remain flexible in this life. I wonder what this piece of land looked like two hundred years ago? I have lots of questions, I ask God “What’s next for me?” My own world seems so uncertain right now. My plans seem futile to the grand scheme of God’s will.
In prayer, I voiced my frustrations with this current season of life and I asked God to show me how he is at work. That’s when the strong urge to come to this particular park came to me. I sort of wonder was this his answer? Things change, and what we know sometimes doesn’t look the same. Familiarity the disease of the complacent. Then I decided to sit on a bench and rest in the warm sun, I saw two ducks in the water. They have a new place and fresh water to enjoy. Unlike me, they are not worried.
This change in environment did not throw them off. I wonder how far they travelled to reach this new opportunity? God spoke this to my heart, “What we see as devastation is provision for someone else.” The God that makes rain in the dry places. The flood water here was at least 2.6 ft deep because you could see the picnic table was submerged, based on debris all over it. Notice these pictures are after some of the water has receded. I am unsure of just how deep it was, just guessing. Like all of us I am searching for something. I want answers to life’s mysteries, what is the BIG PICTURE? I feel like I know so much and yet I also feel like I know nothing.
Photo by Me
Life is so intricately connected and as the years go on, I see little glimpses of what it’s all about. Yet still so many questions remain unanswered. At times God feels so close and others he feels distant. I have often yelled out “Where are you?” As if I can demand the God of ALL, to be at my every whim and a call. However many times he does show himself but it’s usually in ways that I don’t expect. Sometimes God shows up as a kind stranger, a random act of kindness, a gentle whisper inside myself, a storm, a warm breeze or in the darkness. He is wherever YOU are my friend.
“Oh ye of little faith,” he must whisper. “If I said I will never leave you, why are you always searching?” “Hush now, I am here.” I say the same thing to my daughter, “Mommy, is here, it’s okay.” As if she needed reminding, may be you needed reminding Jesus is here, and available to us. I left the park feeling at peace, I felt loved, reassured and stronger than when I had come. I was a storm of emotions. I cried when I saw those ducks, so at peace and undisturbed by all the chaos of this world.
On the ride home a song came on that said, “When I see a flood, you see a promise”. The song is “Know You Will by Hillsong”
I cried again but tears of hope, that God is the one who sees (El Roi) and hears (Elohim Shama). Stay encouraged friends and Happy Reading!
To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us. -Tim Keller
To Be Known
The art of being oneself
a virtue lost amongst the plastic
In the here and now, men are rewarded for their counterfeit
To be known, the real you beyond a shell of falsehoods
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
On a beautiful Sunday in June I was born, it was thirty six years ago! My mother named me my first name after a little girl that she used to babysit when she was younger. My middle name came about because my dad wanted it to be Felicia but my mom hated that! I am grateful to her because I don’t love that name. They decided upon Alicia, as my middle name. However, the pronunciation can be two ways.
Honestly, I am unsure of the original way they pronounced it but I assume that it is pronounced as “Alisha” but I have also said it was “Alicia” as the actress Alicia Silverstone. The duality of it is quite funny, because I am a Gemini as the world would say by birthday! I used to love horoscopes but as I have grown in wisdom, it is not important to me now. I just find it funny and will not engage in the foolishness of trusting an article to tell me about my day! But many would say that my belief in Jesus is foolish! To each his own, we all must find our own path.
I was destined to be a follower of Jesus, and no matter how far I have ran, his goodness followed me. I truly believe that HE called me by name. My name fits me, and I like it. My parents gave me a pretty name, and the meaning of Alicia is: “noble natured or noble of kind”. The name is associated with noble birth and aristocracy. This name refers to a well off social standing, but that was not necessarily my life. I come from modest families that were blue collar people.
However, one cool thing that I notice about the name Alicia, is that it has the origins of Old German, and coincidentally my father’s ancestors are German. It also means “exalted”, I think it is a fitting name for a first born daughter. Names are important and I think we should carefully choose names that represent what we desire to speak regularly over our children. I named my last two children much more carefully than my first.
There is a particular authority that we have in naming someone or something, that goes back to the beginning. For example, when God told Adam to name everything. Names hold a certain air of authority, and sort of introduce a person before they are known. God also often changed the names of prominent figures in the Bible. The names associated with their beginnings being changed for their future is quite a transition. If we look at Jacob, whose name was changed to Israel; Jacob means “contender”, while Israel means “prevailed”.
Upon a closer look you see that Jacob went from a man fighting for birthright, identity and purpose to a victorious and prosperous man! God changes our life and sometimes our name, because all of us are marked with sin. We have become identified by our shameful sins, such as “addict, poor, thief, lazy, whore, broken, depressed, anxious, etc. Only we know the weight of those words and which ones apply to our own circumstances. When we meet with God, as Jacob did in his personal journey he is forever changed. He wrestled with an angel, he was determined to become something more than a liar and thief. He wanted to be blessed by God and he fought for it!
I have worn many labels in my lifetime, but the greatest names that I will ever answer to are Redeemed, Chosen, Child of God, Daughter of the King, and that will be all that matters in the end. I will never forget my humble beginnings but I am striving to overcome every obstacle and reach my potential, through the belief that I am more than just a name given. I have decided to live my life for something bigger than me. Thank you for reading, May your week be blessed and your joy be full! Happy Reading!
Hi, it’s me lol I feel like I should reintroduce myself as I have taken quite a hiatus from writing my blog! So many times I felt the urge to write and yet I stayed silent, and the days passed me by. The holidays are really taxing for me, and I have been trying to get back into a rhythm but life still keeps getting faster! So then I decided this morning as I awaken full of thoughts, to make time to enjoy the stillness of this beautiful morning. It is 4:25am here, my five children are sleeping peacefully my husband amongst the crew, snoring loudly lol! This is just the right time!
Oh how I have missed you all here on this platform, you guys are so inspiring and bubbling over with creativity. You all make a book loving, all things words adventurer, and a lonely housewife feel a lot less alone! Thank you for doing what you do so well! I pray that you all are well and gearing up for spring as I am! If you are still in the cold and dreary wherever you live, I hope you are staying warm and enjoying the present.
My most cherished friend, is a pen and paper! How I have missed letting the words flow, and come to life! I was destined for words, and God gave me a talent to express myself pretty well. I often get so frustrated with my husband who cannot share his thoughts or convey his feelings and I think what a shame! I am rarely without words, but I know silence is golden and it is necessary. For me, I seek to learn balance to know best when to speak and when to share. Some things truly are better left unsaid!
In this moment, I want to tell you about a wonderful experience I had over the weekend! If you are familiar with YouVersion Bible app, you may already know about this event called Gather25. I was doing my quick daily verse and I saw the reminder about this particular online event, I wasn’t sure what it was going to be about. All I knew was that it was mentioned a few months ago and I wanted to know more. Well as I said, I got on there and they said that it was kicking off that evening at 7:00pm. They said that it would be a global gathering all over the world of Christian believers. I knew I needed just that type of thing right now.
Immediately I texted my husband and told my children that we would be tuning in and see what this was all about. I am so grateful that we did because it was truly amazing! The United States kicked off the event it was to be a 25 hour, online revival of with all seven continents! All the saints to be gathering for worship, prayer, repentance, and commissioning for what God has for us next! I have never seen anything like this it was all these countries coming together sharing what God is doing in their churches and in their country.
My family and I were deeply moved to hear their stories of faith and revival spreading throughout the Earth! God’s children awakening and coming together in new ways to share his goodness with the lost, and dying world. I was determined to stay up long as possible Friday night so that I would not miss it! God knows my weary heart needed revival! What a faithful GOD! I was glued to the screen from 7pm to 5am! I sang, prayed and repented my little heart out and the only thing I regret is that I cannot stay up 24 hours anymore lol! I was sad to finally call it quits at 5am. However after a 3 hour nap I was right back tuned in and it was just incredible!
The songs in all the different languages, the beauty of all of God’s children worshipping him from their hearts. I cried tears of true joy, as I saw a glimpse of heaven. Every tribe, nation and tongue represented together, standing on one accord! When the church comes together WE bring the house down! The Spirit of God was so heavy that my knees were weak I couldn’t stop trembling in the power of HIS GLORY! I thought my God THIS is what the world needs! They need to put aside the differences and get on the same page and let God move on our hearts! It is still available for people to go and check out the services at Gather25.com, I encourage you to watch it.
Disclaimer: If you are too good to give God the praise it won’t be for you, but if you are a wretched sinner like me, looking to be refreshed in your spirit go and check it out! It has truly blessed my soul and renewed my vision! God is still in the saving business and the distractions of this world, do not change his vision! As his child, I am compelled to share my faith more and to align my life better for his will and his glory! God alone can make our world whole again! However as a sojourner in a foreign land, I am looking for a heavenly home with JESUS! Won’t you join us?
I pray that your week is filled with unexpected blessings and signs of God’s great love for you! Until next time friends, God bless!
Go therefore and make disciples of all nations baptizing them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Matthew 28: 19-20 (THE GREAT COMMISSION)
