Walking in faith. Standing in love. God’s love is truth and restoration!!! “…Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit”…Zechariah 4:6
We are loved. We are loved period. No buts. No commas. We are loved. And that is God, for God is the grace giver, and God is love.
Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil -Ephesians 6:11. Every part of our being is loved. Same with our neighbor.
His word washes us and cleanses us, purifies us, and inspires us to do the right thing. Although regardless if we get it right or wrong, we are still loved. And we get to keep going. We get to receive grace, and mercy, and draw closer to Him through a knowing that we are loved. Learn something or two on our trails, and also be impacted by His love and truth. We get to hold His hand again, and walk with a God who splits the Red Sea. Standing and doing the impossible, because God is with us.
“Praise the Lord Oh my soul. And all that’s within me. Shout out! Shout out!” I may be mixing a couple or a few songs there. 😂 Oh praise the Lord!!! I love them all! And am so grateful for song writers and worship music. It truly truly truly is the weapon to our warfare. And brings in such a needed burning light. (Search the quoted if desired, and decide your favorite that pops up. I love most of them.) I LOVE MUSIC!
For thank God I am reminded in school this week…and everywhere in the word, (and getting to know him more), that God always was, and always is, LOVE.
Have such a BLESSED day beautiful BRILIANT souls! With love and hope, Bethany
Filling up with Jesus, the utmost natural pure Son power of ways. Brings light through the pain, pierces through roots, and axes off our unnecessaries. Doubt. Fear. Worry. Lies. Shame…fill in the blank Anyone? The Lord and His love and truth will reveal if we dare believe, and or are knowing or even unknowingly ready. Are we willing to listen. Are we willing to change. God’s butterflies don’t have a choice.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Transformation. And I almost want to say, ‘as usual,’ for lack of a better word. Although isn’t that one of the points in our Christian walks, transformation.
I’ve also lately had repeated thoughts of what is faith. Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1 mostly because of yeah, circumstances, and my new cup I get to stare at with hours of sips, and spills of His presence I hope. Hoping and learning to answer His calls…of prayer, and the proper actions of love.
What if we had a glimpse in a dream of what to prepare for, of which then I shall believe it, with hopeful actions and all. There is indeed meaning to our dreams. Even if things look differently, there is much much purpose in them, for our lives and those around us. When I began following the formula of dreams, my life began to change. For the better.
It’s not about being right or wrong, or perfect, it’s about trust, and even wisdom for protection, intercession inspiration and much more. How about encouragement! Which helps us go past or through the surprises when they appear, still holding fast to what we believe. While acknowledging what needs to be addressed. Especially Holding on to our anchor through the waves and ripples of all that goes out and all that comes in. Waves and waves of His love, continually washing us clean.
I’ve been hurt. And I had no formula to follow but deception and pain, unhealthy consuming, fear of man and hiding away. Where did that get me but deep deep webs to crawl out of one day, when Heaven lifted me up. Yes He came in the chills and the encounters, and I cried yes out of deep deep pain. God is the way. He is King. And He is the rock.
And now, how inspired I am of the ones whom are holding fast, despite what it looks like in the natural. Remembering the dream. Remembering who God says we are. Remembering that Jesus is the only King. So it seems a good time for a redo in every way, no matter what. No one is perfect. Eyes on God, and peace shall remain.
So I’m gonna go with faith ignited, and believe it will work out. I put my trust in Jesus, the King of Kings, Lord of Lords. On His rock I will stand. That doesn’t mean I’m perfect. No, he is. And he gets all the glory regardless.
He is our uniter. Our unifier. The one who helps us in all our needs. Also the one whom opens eyes at whatever the cost. Even dirt with spit was a miracle, that our King of Kings did first.
So unblind me Lord, and unblind us all. Let us remember, it is you on the throne. And you sit on a mercy seat of truth, justice, honor, integrity, and love. There is no deception in your love. Thank you for your love. Your love. Your love. Your purifying, unifying blood that washes over us, cleanses us, purifies us, opens us, carries us, fills us, and loves us unconditionallly… on your throne.
Oh how we love you Lord. And we put you first as a nation I pray. As individually I pray. As families I pray, as neighbors I pray, and as a whole I pray. Your kingdom come your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
What a riddle life can seem. “Seek first the Kingdom of God, and everything shall be added.” It’s the antidote to worry. It’s the answer to everything. Trust in Him. His name is Victory.
Hi. This is of the past now. Written 12/31/2020 last day of that interesting…surprising painful and beautiful year.
So I realize again I’ve been walking through the map, meeting old shame at the intersections of mess ups and smelly rest stops.
When things aren’t perfect, it’s been my habit I haven’t quite unlearned yet, to carry it all on my shoulders or in my front, like a giant orange hairy monster. (I had a series of dreams) I’ll perhaps explain one day. Point is, shame…is a monster. Am I a monster. No, but I feel so absolutely ridiculous, and like the worlds gonna end if things aren’t in perfect lines, when the responsibilities in my hands…I don’t believe I take it out on other people but I do take it out on myself. Immensely. My mom prays a lot for me, as well as my aunt, Grandma, cousin, and sister, even friends and family online…thank God, and thank you.My children see me on the floor. I know the trust is that it’s in God’s hands. That’s the lesson. To co-create, and really allow him to carry it.
Funny thing is I’ve already gone through Y E A R S of healing to remove performance mentality in all my art. Scribbling on purpose for years, dancing bad on purpose for years so much so that it’s my favorite way to dance. Not everyone understands that one. And that’s ok. I don’t care, it feels so good. I encourage youth, and actually all of us, if you’re gonna mess up, do it on purpose, and do it in your art. Yes that includes music.
So the hairy orange thing. Is anyone else in my life making me feel this way today. No actually. “We wrestle not against flesh and blood.” Although isn’t everyone an agent of some sort? Fortunately I am mostly around older and or wiser, grace carrying agents. Or innocent young brilliant children whom also shape me.
After today’s episode, I remember and understand that sometimes in houses there’s leaks. And it’s a good thing I saw it right away. But first, I fell to the floor crying out to God for mercy and grace, told one of my teachers, and asked my mom to pray. Thank you Jesus. 😂
So apparently it comes from childhood. How do I shake it all off—OPE That’s it. Shake it off. My therapist mentioned asking the Holy Spirit next time what that feeling is, and He’ll teach me what to do. Right there I was processing a recent instance where I was in a new town, and asked to be prayed for in an impromptu large prayer circle at a restaurant’s patio. I felt a physical unseen giant in front of me. And I could barely hear what she was praying for…hoping no else noticed me experiencing this weird thing. However I knew the prayer itself was something divine, as the Holy Spirit shared before there was a divine appointment—but I felt something weird and fuzzy. And I myself, felt wrong, and messed up again. Did the enemy hijack it? Not entirely…we still received the prayer. And good changes happened after that as well as inspiration. I also, got to remember and ponder body awareness.
So after therapy, I contemplated and knew I had to pray, and read, and pray, and read, and walk to the water.
But my moment came again today, and I was absolutely beyond dreading this excruciating painful moment until the moment was over. And everything was all good. I then realized, it was shame. I talked with Orangelfofflesteez too much today. Rise above Bethany, and rise above to all! Cheers. Rising above is a true power.
So good bye shame, you can stay in 2020. Although now that I’ve given it a name, it’s kinda making me laugh. Maybe that’s the secret? Give em all names. And next time I’ll try a stare down. Of course I am believing he or her is staying in 2020–And PING to the cross! although truth be told. I’ve said good bye to shame many times before. Remembering that we spiral up,(thanks to Sy Rogers for teaching what His therapist taught him)
Also, lately I’ve recognized that people have been saying to me stop worrying. Here’s what I’m going through. How? I’ve tried stopping. I worship Jesus. I read, I worship, I cry. I write. I rest. I dance. I punch the air. And worry says hello again when I’ve got 101 things to do that I’ve never done before…and suddenly in the moments imbetween every whole number, surprises want my autograph.
Truth be told, it feels absolutely crazy to try to stop worry. Bam smack, shut up poopy butt. Sorry for that graphic, figured I share for anyone else whom laughs at dogs pooping like me. I forgot what I was gonna say. 😂 something. Oh yeah, there’s probably purpose in it. Something to learn. It’s perhaps ok to not be ok. Cause we can’t always swat it out with the flies. Though perhaps we can direct it. Yes. Yes. That sounds delightful. Do our emotions belong in a pocket? Only if in that pocket is a book or your brilliant thoughts. Any experiences on what to do with worry in a healthy way let me know! For now I’m thinking of a name. Werschtonkertoonk? Pong to the ends of the earth!!!
I was in an unhealthy tricky relationship for around 9 years, and grew up in a loving but disfunctional family with not much order but pizza on Friday nights (so thankful there was at least love, which is more important than order if we’re gonna scale things.) I don’t own a scale on purpose, but knowing that has helped me process things and give me much gratefulness. It helps me know when to stop with order, and just do love. What a balancing act life is. I think I’m made for the circus…in the sense to walk diagonally sometimes, and look at life from laying down on other days. But no more in the cage. I’m a free flying elephant. Still learning to fly. And I’ll fall down sometimes, but with God, get back up again. It’s perhaps a time to watch Dumbo.
Declaring with our words is so powerful. I pray Heaven on Earth for everyone in 2021 and all that’s to come. Blessings. And Heaven on Earth. Will it be perfect? I think I’ll share my recent note I wrote about perfect soon. Perfect to me, is an abusive icy relationship. Imperfect is the real deal. Hallelujah, we are already made perfect in His image. And we are loved with flaws, skin spots, blushed faced and all. God made us beautiful, and perfectly imperfect so He can get the glory for all that is good. Because truth is I would not be where I am, starring at the water everyday and night (a dream come true) if it weren’t for the God who opened the door for imperfect me…He’s probably laughing at the beginning of all my training.
Lord thank you for sending us to our callings. For aligning us with our peeps. For generosity, thankfulness, love, and truth to abound. Oh how we love you. And we fix our eyes on the King, our Savior, whom is perfect peace, and perfect grace, and perfect mercy. It’s all from Him. Lean into the Lord. And let him hold you through it all, including your wildest dreams.
Love love love to you all. Extra grace. Extra mercy. Extra favor. And some funny joy!