Flight of The Gypsy Bird

So...yeah. Captivity.  As believers...especially in a charismatic body...its a word that embodies negative things, right? I mean, when you think of 'captivity' you think of the Children of Israel in Egypt...or atleast I do...You think of addictions, chains, bondages, prison, slavery, etc.....See? Negative.  If you read my last blog, you know that Papa kinda rocked my world by just flat out atom-bombing a paradigm that most ppl who claim "charismatic" have.   Welp. He did it again. Read on.                  Wednesday night, before service (I play guitar for our youth service), I was walking the room and interceding (that would be ' praying'  for the non-church-i-fied) for the ppl who would come to the gathering that night...  Following is the dialogue that would wreck my sleep that night and every other night this week, so far...seeing as its 3:18am on Saturday morning.... ME-  ...

So this is Ernie's Trail in Wyomia Tyus Park . Shane and I were walking through the amazing nature trails at a local park where we live and we came across a cute little bridge. We stopped for a minute and looked over the rails at the multitude of moss covered rocks and pebbles beneath us. The water trickled over them invitingly, as if saying,"Come explore!" Instantly, we were both transported back to our childhoods and the adventures we would have in creeks just like this one. Shane laughed and said, "Oh, wow! I remember when I was a kid, how I would spend HOURS down in there climbing all over, turning over rocks and..." "..And looking for salamanders and crawdads and getting soaking wet!" I finished his sentence and we both laughed and reminisced about all the things we would do in creeks like this one.  Then, he said something that kinda hurt my heart a little... He looked over the edge of the bridge again and said, "You know, I pr...

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a little princess.  She was beautiful, joyful, talented, full of grace, and everything a princess should be.  Her parents, the king and queen,  loved her desperately and not a day passed that they didn't surround their little princess with their beautiful love for her, and they loved her well.   The little princess blossomed under their tender mercies and gentle guidance and all seemed well. Daily, the king would twirl her and whisper to her, "Do you know how beautiful and special you are?" She would giggle, the way little girls are prone to do, and respond, "Haha, Yes, Papa." as she threw her little arms around him and squeezed him tight. "You always tell me that."  And the little princess believed him with her whole heart. He was her papa and he had never lied to her. She knew he could be trusted and in her wee eyes, he was the wisest, most handsome man in all the world. She would sm...

Run. He said to run. So I ran. No so far the first time, and He was mostly quiet. But the more I was obedient to His command, the  more chatty He became. The more He took on the role of physical trainer. The more He began to show me the correlation between my physical actions and what was happening..or would happen..in the spiritual. Take last night for instance: I was pooped...and sore... See, two days before, my 8 year old daughter had this amazing idea that it would be 'fun' to do yoga together..just us two...mother and daughter.. First of all, yoga is not now...nor ever WILL be fun. Ever. So like I was saying,  mother and daughter yoga. ..yeah.. That didn't happen. Little stinker pooped out on me FIVE MINUTES into it and laid in the floor on her yoga mat, giggling at the unnatural contortions I was forcing my screaming body into. X_x SO! Entywho. Fast forward. I was NOT feeling the run last night, but He said to run. So ...

I've been a little off lately.           A little quiet.                  A little snappy at times.                        A lot thoughtful and reflective.                                A little...hermit-ish. Noise gets on my nerves...which makes navigating my day with 6 kids an adventure. O_O I just want to be left alone these days.   Crazy, huh? To love people so much and yet just want to be away from people... In the stillness.        In the quiet.              Alone with Him.                       In our garden...just the two of us. Complexity frustrates me, when it used to not bother me one iota, and I find myself asking...