Walking the Passage: Part 4

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Part 4

Before The Hundred Days Were Even A Thought..... Part Four
While there are many stories that could be told that bridge those moments to the ones I walk in now ..... It isn't just the stories of my life's journey that are stirring within me....This story of The Hundred Days is that which is upon my heart and hold within me a hunger and desire to share with you.... my life was as Ezekiel's dry bones.... there were many who would say that these bones of mine, that were my life, would not ever live again.... but amidst those voices there was One who was determined that they would and He was breathing His life into them.....
He was breathing hope... victory... love... life..... He who that night began a good work within me would continue to carry it on unto these days and beyond......

The days that I have journeyed from that time until this have been full of life.... marriage... children... ministry.... the roads I have walked upon from that time until this one have been full of times of sorrow... times of victory... times of healing... times of defeat... times of victory... times of growth... times of love.... there have been many seasons through which He has courted me and pursued me and journeyed alongside of me .... seasons where He has taught me ... ministered to me... flowed through me.... seasons that were dry like the desert... seasons that were full of favor .... seasons that were full of the darkest of nights.......... through all the seasons He has been the constant.... The strength when I was weak.... the light in the darkness.... the hope ... the joy...

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One of my Favorite Narnian Quotes...

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things – trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world that makes you real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for the Overland.

A Brilliant Quote from Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,

but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?"

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking

so that others won't feel unsure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in every one.

As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.