Sunday, January 11, 2015

Touched By An Angel| Faith and Fashion

Hi guys!  I hope you are having a spectacular Sunday Funday as most like to say.  Some of you are getting ready to watch some play off games, some are cooking dinner, and some are headed out to a friends to just sip some wine (Jesus turned water into wine.. hehe/ okay maybe not so funny.. lol). 

Well, today I have decided that I am going to attempt to incorporate in my Sunday Fashion post something that is dear to me and the absolute crust of who I am, My Faith!  Hopefully it won't be a snippet of the sermon unless I feel led to this, but I will try to share some encouragement that will hopefully help us make it through the week.
Today was just an amazing experience.  For months I have been in such a desolate place spiritually.  An unexplainable place and I have tried to pinpoint exactly why I had been feeling this way.  I could identify a few things that kept me in this place, but not the root cause.  Today my Pastor asked that we pray with a neighbor.  As my daughter began to pray with the person beside her and I began to pray with a teen who sat beside me.  I asked her, "What can I pray for today" and she shared STRENTH.  I thought wow, such a young age and she knew exactly what she needed from the Lord, and so I prayed. 
As I sat in service with my eyes closed, someone touched me and I do mean this in a literal sense.  A beautiful spirit leaned in hugged me and began to pray for me.  Not someone I know on a personal level, not someone I speak with on a regular basis, but the same person who prayed with my daughter had been led to pray for me.  God led her not to just touch the need of my child, but she touched the need of my family and for that I am thankful.  Today, I encourage you with this poem by the great Maya Angelou and when all else fails, stand on the word of God.  

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.   
Have a blessed week!
Post a Comment