Survey This!

So I was looking at negative statistics on the web for something we're doing at the church. I have to say that statistics aren't helping my already frail optimism at all. Why do we even listen to statistics of a survey on the complete opposite side of the country when we don't even know the statistics in our own church? What makes us so oblivious to the fact that our area is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from the Northeast, and the Pacific Coast? We may have better statistics, or we may have worse, WHO KNOWS? I don't want my faith to be based off this bull crap because people use this to manipulate countless people. That's worng ,and anyone who believes them is STUPID! So again I say sift and weigh every word you say or hear, because if you don't you'll become another depressing statistic. I don't want to be a number and if I am, I pray it's on the good side. :)

ramblin on and on and on and on and............

What is it about music that always gets to me? I'll just be listening to a simple progression, then all of a sudden, I'm in uncontrolable tears. Especially over one song in particular over the last few days. I've been listening to Soon written by Brooke Ligertwood (aka Brooke Fraser). Every time I hear this song, or I practice it, I lose it. What is it about a song about being in God's glory, in heaven, just move me to tears so easily? What season in my life is happening that everything makes me want to cry, or moves me so deeply? How powerful are words? If one song can change my mindset about Heaven and my own walk, How powerful are my words without even realizing some of the things I say? Please sift and weigh every word you hear people. For the words that are coming out of your mouth reflect your heart. You can't lie to those who know you, because your eyes scream a different story than what your tongue proclaims. If you can, get right with God, because that's manipulation, manipulation is an evil, evil spirit. And it only breeds division and disharmony. I've seen it destroy the closest of relationships, and break families apart. And in all this rambling on, I feel the need to just lose it one more time. To set my inhibitions aside and shed a few more tears. Because in the truth of it all, I'm BLESSED. I can let my emotions go, so in the future I can let my true self run wild. To be truly me, wholly me. Because I can't afford to be anyone else. Because if I was anyone but me, then I've manipulated you all. So THANK YOU JESUS FOR CHECKING ME EVERY TIME I FAIL YOU!

Wait For It!

I was just thinking, what if we stopped focusing on how lame a situation is and practice working on how God sees fit for our moment. I mean, it's difficult enough not knowing when God will handle something, because we don't think like Him. Then we grow impatient because we can't wait for God to answer anymore. I'm amused how little people can wait it out. His word says " If you abide in me, and my word abides in you, then you shall ask what you will, and it shall be granted unto you." The only way God and His word can abide in us is through the patience that we develop in our walk. Nothing comes and then we WAIT ON GOD. It's that simple, because His timing isn't our timing. He holds a lot of things off until we prove that we are mature enough to wait on Him. Then, He blesses us and gives us good measure more as a reward for waiting on His timing. God never leaves us nor forsakes us, but we leave Him and forsake Him too much.
Wake up those who are sleeping in the garden. Because is time to play the waiting game.

6-15-09

Well let's try this thing out, Shall we?

I'm just sitting here after not being told that there was no basketball at church. I'm just listening to my thoughts and they're stuck on the awesomeness that was last night. Yesterday at cell group, we were having our normal lesson, when all of a sudden, God sent down revelation to everyone for different situations, past, present and future. This was this consuming fire that I've never felt before. People were saying prophetic things, I'll get to that later. But I'm convinced that God was with us after the meeting. After we left, someone's odometer had 77,710 on it and our restaurant bill was $77.77. Even though I continue to run this race with the least of these after yesterday, YOU CAN'T TELL ME GOD ISN'T REAL! Because I FELT Him, I HEARD his voice. And I long for it, more of it and nothing less.