Wednesday, September 2, 2009

I'm Up!

Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says~~"Oh Crap, She's up!"
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Love the ones who don't, just because you can. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Kiss slowly. Forgive quickly. God never said life would be easy. He just promised it would be worth it. "Unknown Author"

Monday, July 27, 2009

It Happened to me

I have heard of people that say they have experienced a physical moment with God but not me. Of course I have had hundreds of moments in my life where there was no doubt it was God. Who else could it be? This is all faith based and I am sold out 100% that it could be God.
In Arizona at the American Indian Mission I experienced God. I had spent an entire week every waking moment with God on my mind, in my heart, in my songs, my praises, worship, studies, devotionals, prayers, everything was God morning till night.
The last night we had an intense night of worship, a campfire where a young Indian girl told her life story and prayed for all her peers. We ended the night with nine beautiful Baptismals.
In the morning at chapel I was singing with no one around me. As clear and pure as possible a woman was singing in my ear. I could feel someone in my space so I turned to look behind me and there was no one. The next song I felt her enveloping me and singing, "With arms stretched out and hearts and souls abandoned". This went on for the whole song as I kept my eyes closed and sang and enjoyed Gods arms wrapped around me singing in my ear.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Leaving On A Jet Plane

I am leaving for Arizona friday for a mission trip to visit the Native American Indians again. I am so torn because as excited as I am to go, I want to stay home even more. I commit to things because I believe in what I am doing and want to be a small part of fixing a big problem. Then it's time to pay the piper and I have to sacrifice being with my family that I can't stand to be away from. I cancelled going to youth group tonight because I can't get enough of Steve between now and Friday morning.
I guess it comes down to this. Do I stop serving God and helping a cause I believe in, or do I go and realize it's only a week and I'll be back. I know I am anxious but I am having terrible anxiety about leaving. Maybe it wasn't so bad last year because Adam was with me. Maybe it's because I just went to camp two weeks ago without my girls.
This is my time to be with my family. I have tomorrow to serve. I have made a decision, if I can't serve with my Husband and or children, it will have to wait. In the meantime, I'm leaving on a jet plane.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

The catholic Church

Most of my life I went to Catholic churches. I always knew there was more and I searched for it through bible studies and many christian friends. For the last couple of years I have been in a non denominational christian church. I respect the Catholic church as I do all churches that worship Jesus as their savior. I figured out why the catholic church is not for me. I was invited to a catholic wedding service yesterday. As I sat there I just kept thinking to myself, such a pretty church, such a nice service, familiar and full of rituals. But why would they keep Jesus in this pretty package and not let him envelope the place. It was as if they just touched the surface of what a relationship with Jesus could be. I couldn't wait to leave church so I could be "with him". All of my focus during the mass was on what to say and do next. Only during communion did I feel like one with Jesus.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Not Yet

I will never forget one New Years Eve about 25 years ago. I aked my Grandma Pringle what she was going to give up for her New Years Resolution. She said, " Patricia, I have nothing left to give up, I am ready for Jesus". I thought, Wow! what a great place to be. Someone could actually get to that place. I don't think a New year's Eve has gone by that I don't think of my Grandma pringle and ask myself, "am I there yet"? The answer is always, "nope, not yet".