I read Ezekiel 12 because I asked God for a verse to meditate on and that is what He gave me. I read a verse that said "I did as I was commanded." And right before that I read Joel's post about using our voices when told to.
God spoke to me, but all I can remember Him saying is this: "Child, don't panic. I am with you. I want you to dream a dream. Of things to come. You will be a sign."
So:
I lay back and try to clear my mind. I see a mental image of what I just read in Ezekiel, then my mind wanders to Rush Hour 3, and I try to clear it. As I try to push those images out of my mind, I see two men, clothed in white, and standing tall picking up and throwing/shoving things to the side, clearing my mind for me, until it is just them in a straight white path ahead of me and they stand together and speak as one voice "Son of Man, your city will be shaken, your city will be rocked, and the Lord God will show Himself with signs and wonders. The promptings of the Spirit will be heavy upon you, and you will do as you are commanded. You will speak when told to speak, and be silent when told to keep silent. As you have made a covenant to the Lord, you are now called to fulfill it. This day, we call heaven and earth as witnesses against you. Do not break the covenant with the Lord your God."
Then they raised their hands towards me, and said, "Be careful to do as you are commanded. God be with you."
Wow, that is a heavy promise. As they were speaking about heaven and earth I was scared. What a great witness against me. I know this was a word from God, so please, if I post this, pray for me and give any feedback you can. I love MY GOD! Hallelujah. He reigns!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
So real it's surreal
Well, this is it, the final 18 hours. Man, feels strange. Now that I know I am eating soon, my body is screaming for food. I always find the last moments to be the hardest. Which means that I will be praying over my own food at Crispers, just to be sure. Haha. I am excited. I can't wait to take a seat, sit still, and just wonder at all that God has taught me and done in or through me during these last 15 days. To tell you the truth, I was never worried whether or not I would be able to make it 15 days, they flew by; What I was thinking of was-what am I going to want to eat when I finish? Anyway, be encouraged! This is the final stretch! Don't forget to pray extra hard-Thursday stands for finals week of Fall semester! I love you all very much. Gonna do homework and sleep as much as I can.
What my life comes down to:
What my life comes down to:
Love my Lord, obey my Master, serve my King
Okay, so, I just have to share this
Alright, I know Liz did a post on chivalry, but I just gotta let you guys know about this.
Today, I was on Renegade (one of the campus buses) and I was sitting in one of the seats in the very back. Well, the bus got pretty full pretty quick, so people were standing in the aisle. Well, there were mostly men standing, but there were also quite a bit of ladies as well. Anyway, ONE guy got up and offered his seat to a girl. ONE! And no others followed suit. But anyway, my jaw about hit the floor. I wanted to give him a hearty pat on the back.
Point, I should not have been shocked. I should always want to show my support of his action, but I was very annoyed that more men did not get up and offer their seats to a woman. I mean, guys are all 'big, bad and stronger', well, give up your seat to the 'weaker sex'. This post has no real reason except to say that I commend him. And he was SHORT, so he could barely reach the overhead poles, so he hung onto the back of the seats...WOW!
*side note: I slipped a piece of paper in a pocket of his book bag praising him and awarding him man points for that-just so he knows it wasn't unnoticed.
I hope every other male on that bus was embarrassed(excluding the cripple, of course). It upsets me when men are not gentlemen. I have given up my seat for other women. Man up, males. Stand up!
I would have been proud to call that guy my friend in that moment. Bravo, stranger. Bravo!
Sorry, got carried away. Done.
Today, I was on Renegade (one of the campus buses) and I was sitting in one of the seats in the very back. Well, the bus got pretty full pretty quick, so people were standing in the aisle. Well, there were mostly men standing, but there were also quite a bit of ladies as well. Anyway, ONE guy got up and offered his seat to a girl. ONE! And no others followed suit. But anyway, my jaw about hit the floor. I wanted to give him a hearty pat on the back.
Point, I should not have been shocked. I should always want to show my support of his action, but I was very annoyed that more men did not get up and offer their seats to a woman. I mean, guys are all 'big, bad and stronger', well, give up your seat to the 'weaker sex'. This post has no real reason except to say that I commend him. And he was SHORT, so he could barely reach the overhead poles, so he hung onto the back of the seats...WOW!
*side note: I slipped a piece of paper in a pocket of his book bag praising him and awarding him man points for that-just so he knows it wasn't unnoticed.
I hope every other male on that bus was embarrassed(excluding the cripple, of course). It upsets me when men are not gentlemen. I have given up my seat for other women. Man up, males. Stand up!
I would have been proud to call that guy my friend in that moment. Bravo, stranger. Bravo!
Sorry, got carried away. Done.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Maybe you've heard this one before
So, after reading Joel's post, I was like: God, can I have a vision?
He answered, "Sure" and began to speak to me. I bowed my head down and listened.
* " "= God speaking* *anything else=me*
"There is a small tree by a stream. It had been planted for a while, but had not grown because no one was there to water it. One day, a small cloud came along, and watered the little tree. The tree began to grow. The cloud came back every day, and the little tree kept growing. One day, when the tree was about the size of a man, the cloud did not come. The tree waited another day, and yet the cloud did not come. Thirsty and growing weak, the tree pushed, strained, and grew one of its roots until it reached water. The tree received water from that root, and was satisfied. But only after 2 days, the tree was no longer satisfied with just receiving water from one root,, so it stretched another root in the same direction as the first, and was satisfied with two. But after a few days, 2 roots were still not enough. So the tree reached ALL of it's roots to the same place the first 2 roots had gone. Finding that all of it's roots were able to reach water, the tree realized that a flowing river that seemed to have no end was next to it all the time. And the tree could drink it's fill, never going without, continually able to satisfy it's ever-increasing thirst."
"Do you now what this means?"
Um, kind of. The tree is me, the cloud is Jesus, wait, the stream is...
"The tree is the young believer. The cloud are the spiritual nursers, as with a small child, an infant yet to be weaned. The stream is My Son, Jesus."
And the stream was there the whole time, able to be reached, if only we could realized it. Huh. God, can I just have a vision a day.
"Sure. You just need to listen."
He answered, "Sure" and began to speak to me. I bowed my head down and listened.
* " "= God speaking* *anything else=me*
"There is a small tree by a stream. It had been planted for a while, but had not grown because no one was there to water it. One day, a small cloud came along, and watered the little tree. The tree began to grow. The cloud came back every day, and the little tree kept growing. One day, when the tree was about the size of a man, the cloud did not come. The tree waited another day, and yet the cloud did not come. Thirsty and growing weak, the tree pushed, strained, and grew one of its roots until it reached water. The tree received water from that root, and was satisfied. But only after 2 days, the tree was no longer satisfied with just receiving water from one root,, so it stretched another root in the same direction as the first, and was satisfied with two. But after a few days, 2 roots were still not enough. So the tree reached ALL of it's roots to the same place the first 2 roots had gone. Finding that all of it's roots were able to reach water, the tree realized that a flowing river that seemed to have no end was next to it all the time. And the tree could drink it's fill, never going without, continually able to satisfy it's ever-increasing thirst."
"Do you now what this means?"
Um, kind of. The tree is me, the cloud is Jesus, wait, the stream is...
"The tree is the young believer. The cloud are the spiritual nursers, as with a small child, an infant yet to be weaned. The stream is My Son, Jesus."
And the stream was there the whole time, able to be reached, if only we could realized it. Huh. God, can I just have a vision a day.
"Sure. You just need to listen."
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Day Nine, Feelin' Fine
I gotta tell you guys the vision God showed me as I began to pray around 4pm today. I was talking to God about my mission trip this summer, how NOTHING could ever make me doubt my security in Christ, absolutely nothing(I know it’s a strong statement). And to give me more of Him, more gifts, to stop limiting my faith, and this is what He showed me.
*Quotations=God. No quotes=me. Parentheses=what I saw*
“Alexia, you’re in a car on a highway. You’re speeding, but just above the speed limit. Those around you are going 200, 250 (mph) and you’re just over 100. What’s wrong with that?”
(I see my car, going about normal speed, but there are cars going around me, so fast I can barely see their color, just more than a blur.)
Because their Word is their fuel. The more they read it, the more goes into their gas tank, the faster they are able to go for longer amounts of time.
“Exactly. So what do you need to do?”
Read my Word more, so I can get more fuel, so I can go faster.
(I see a line of cars, straight across, racing rapidly ahead, all lined up perfectly with each other)
“Then, My daughter, you can all stand and fight together against Satan for me, all able to fill each others tanks because you’re so close, all able to notice when another is slowing down, always able to keep your tanks full, because you’re pushing each other on. In a family like this, child, none will be left behind. Write it down.”
Yes, Sir.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Narrow Gate, Day Eight
Yo ho ho! How is everyone today? Swell I hope. Well, I am happy...no, I am JOYFUL. I heard an awesome on fire message from one of my brothers, Derek, and finished all of my homework, all before midnight! Haha! Praise God! You know, along with all that God is moving and changing inside of me, I am learning to appreciate the small things. Like genuine smiles, love from my brothers and sisters, security in my Messiah, something sweet on my tongue, comfort and warmth. I realize the luxury it is to eat when you're hungry. The effect a hug has on my mood. Can I just take a moment to be honest?
I cherish every member of my Every Nation Family. From crazy Susan, out-there Ross, funny Donny to encouraging Roberto, shy Joel, awesome-accent Donna. I mean, ALL OF YOU are such a blessing to me. Every single one of you God is using to teach me something, ways I can improve, mannerisms to drop, verses to memorize. I appreciate the rebukes, the questions, the odd looks to some things I say. You are all amazingly fantastic and I love what God is doing in you!
Okay, so, I have been having a blast on this fast. I've walked into a few delicious smells, and had to run away. Haha. But otherwise, I feel fine and I know that God is moving in me. I don't know, this is fun to me. Yeah, I want solid food, but it's not a very big deal. I don't know, fasting is hard, but I like it. The results and the process. I think that's because I used to be bad at processes and order of events, because my life was glazed over due to the fact that I wasn't living the life God called me to, and I was denying Him lordship over my life-so everything was a haze. Wow that was a long sentence. But yeah, so I enjoy all aspects of fasting, minus having to take it slowly afterward-but even in that I like being forced to moderate my actions. I LIVE for structure. I love set rules and procedures. Like medicine, I may not be ready for every case that comes in, but 9 time out of 10, there will be a procedure to follow, a way to wash my hands, papers to fill out, specific protective gear to wear, predictable. If I didn't feel like crying when someone yells at me, I would make an excellent soldier. I love dedication, being enveloped by my task, and doing repetitive things. So, the military would be for me, if I wasn't already part of a force that cannot be defeated.
So, point of this post: I love fasting. I love my family in Christ. I am learning. I am changing. God is doing it all. My Lord is Lord of ALL!
Reece's voice: Amen?
AMEN!
I cherish every member of my Every Nation Family. From crazy Susan, out-there Ross, funny Donny to encouraging Roberto, shy Joel, awesome-accent Donna. I mean, ALL OF YOU are such a blessing to me. Every single one of you God is using to teach me something, ways I can improve, mannerisms to drop, verses to memorize. I appreciate the rebukes, the questions, the odd looks to some things I say. You are all amazingly fantastic and I love what God is doing in you!
Okay, so, I have been having a blast on this fast. I've walked into a few delicious smells, and had to run away. Haha. But otherwise, I feel fine and I know that God is moving in me. I don't know, this is fun to me. Yeah, I want solid food, but it's not a very big deal. I don't know, fasting is hard, but I like it. The results and the process. I think that's because I used to be bad at processes and order of events, because my life was glazed over due to the fact that I wasn't living the life God called me to, and I was denying Him lordship over my life-so everything was a haze. Wow that was a long sentence. But yeah, so I enjoy all aspects of fasting, minus having to take it slowly afterward-but even in that I like being forced to moderate my actions. I LIVE for structure. I love set rules and procedures. Like medicine, I may not be ready for every case that comes in, but 9 time out of 10, there will be a procedure to follow, a way to wash my hands, papers to fill out, specific protective gear to wear, predictable. If I didn't feel like crying when someone yells at me, I would make an excellent soldier. I love dedication, being enveloped by my task, and doing repetitive things. So, the military would be for me, if I wasn't already part of a force that cannot be defeated.
So, point of this post: I love fasting. I love my family in Christ. I am learning. I am changing. God is doing it all. My Lord is Lord of ALL!
Reece's voice: Amen?
AMEN!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Day Seven, Learning Lessons
So, I have to start off with what's on my heart right now. I have been having a rather heated argument with my roommate. We have differing views on current events, and her standpoint bugs me. Also, I have noticed before, and it continues to happen, when I feel strongly about something, especially something that deals with God, I have a hard time controlling my voice, and my hands shake. I feel so offended and angry, and it's hard to keep my voice inflections in check. So, I don't know what the deal is with that...any insight would be appreciated.
Anyway, today was okay. I felt like I shut off in my own world for a little while, but I straightened up alright.
Felt like my mouth was dry, decided to up my water intake. Otherwise, diet is going fine.
Um, not a bunch to report. Classes. My calculator stopped working. went to the dollar store with Liz-bought tons of stuff, things that will hopefully be a treat to all my fellow 'fasters' out there. Can't wait to fellowship and break bread with my family of believers.
Let me know if there's something you want to know.
Anyway, today was okay. I felt like I shut off in my own world for a little while, but I straightened up alright.
Felt like my mouth was dry, decided to up my water intake. Otherwise, diet is going fine.
Um, not a bunch to report. Classes. My calculator stopped working. went to the dollar store with Liz-bought tons of stuff, things that will hopefully be a treat to all my fellow 'fasters' out there. Can't wait to fellowship and break bread with my family of believers.
Let me know if there's something you want to know.
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