Recognize

One of the first things you will notice about me is that I am a momma’s girl. This is a key piece of information for my little story. I was sitting in the library between classes working on homework when suddenly my ears perked up. Out of my homework stupor I heard a sound that was familiar to me. A cough. Not just any cough but my momma’s. The following conversation took place:

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This library has three stories and many sections. I was not listening for my mom. I was not even thinking about her (Sorry Mommy). But I knew that sound well enough to recognize it. To know without a doubt that is was her.

When God speaks do you recognize His voice? The word Recognize is defined as: identify (someone or something) from having encountered them before; know again. The only way to recognize God’s voice is to have encountered Him. We cannot recognize what we have never known to begin with.

“Jesus answered, “I told you, but you don’t believe. Everything I have done has been authorized by my Father, actions that speak louder than words. You don’t believe because you’re not my sheep. My sheep recognize my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them real and eternal life. They are protected from the Destroyer for good. No one can steal them from out of my hand. The Father who put them under my care is so much greater than the Destroyer and Thief. No one could ever get them away from him. I and the Father are one heart and mind.” John 10:25-30 (MSG)

 

Speaking Voice

I ignore God.

Until I have to sound like a good Christian.

Then I drum something up.

I fail at basic Christian functions.

I never respected those who would try to “preach” to you,

be it from a pulpit or in a conversation,

if they were not living what they were advocating.

Yet, that’s what I do.

If you don’t speak to me, how can you be My voice?

We are called to be His voice in the world.

Everyone is broken. Everyone needs Him. Everyone needs to hear Him.

If I don’t have the words how can I show anyone Him.

I get my words from Him.

But if I don’t actually talk to Him where are they coming from?

Who are they coming from?

I let my busyness and brokenness come in between me and God.

“May God himself, the God who makes everything holy and whole, make you holy and whole, put you together—spirit, soul, and body—and keep you fit for the coming of our Master, Jesus Christ. The One who called you is completely dependable. If he said it, he’ll do it!” 1 Thessalonians 5:23-24

Obsessed

If you were to ask me to describe myself very shortly, into that conversation you would hear the word obsessed used in a sentence with the word Disney. Obsessed is a bit of an understatement. Disney is my passion. I love it way more than a person should. I have very set opinions on just about anything to do with the Walt Disney Corporation. So why am I obsessed with Disney?

Let me take you on a journey for a moment. You are standing in front of Cinderella’s castle.

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This is a side view but, it is my favorite picture that i have taken of the castle. You are watching the night sky be filled with a wonder inspiring display of fireworks perfectly timed to this music.The smell of vanilla and baked goods drifts into your senses. For about thirteen minuets you feel like good will always win and all our wishes will come true. Being at Walt Disney World makes it possible to pretend, for a short time, that the world is a happy place and for the most part that everyone is nice and the few bad guys are very easy to spot.

Why do I love Disney? Because Disney gives me a small taste of a world of happiness. I think that is one reason that the Disney company is so successful-because people are longing for a world of happy. For me, Disney is a just a tiny sample of what Heaven is going to be like. No sadness, no bad guys, and no sickness. Everyone will be happy. Disney reminds me that this not my home. That, some day, I will get to spend eternity with a King in perfect happiness.

“For instance, we know that when these bodies of ours are taken down like tents and folded away, they will be replaced by resurrection bodies in heaven—God-made, not handmade—and we’ll never have to relocate our “tents” again. Sometimes we can hardly wait to move—and so we cry out in frustration. Compared to what’s coming, living conditions around here seem like a stopover in an unfurnished shack, and we’re tired of it! We’ve been given a glimpse of the real thing, our true home, our resurrection bodies! The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what’s ahead. He puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we’ll never settle for less.” 2 Corinthians 5:1-5 (MSG)

Who You Are

I am held captive by the misery of my surroundings.

Let me be rescued by the Savior.

I am broken into a thousand pieces.

Place me into the care of the Potter.

I am in need of counsel.

Take me to the King.

I know not peace.

I will rest in the arms of the Good Shepherd.

Love escapes me.

Give me the love of the Lover of my Soul.

My every moment seems to be filled with sorrow.

Take me to the source of my Joy.

I am hurt and abused.

Bring me to the one healing comes from.

I am hopeless and desperate.

Remind me the source of Hope.

For you are Savior, Potter, King, Good Shepherd, Lover, Author of Joy, Healer, and in whom my hope is founded.