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If I knew I could…in 5 minutes…

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On Fridays I participate in a little tradition with others to write with abandon, just long enough to speak my ❥

  We throw caution (editing, revising, and worrying) to the winds and just write. Without wondering if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat. You’re welcome to play along. The rules are easy.

 

 

 

 

 

 If I knew I could, I would…

 GO…

Write the book that is, has been on my heart, without fear in all truth. I would heal my son’s hearts. I would be a great mother without the flaws I’ve retrained from a not so great life. I would be less selfish and more loving. I would conquer the rage and the resentment once and for all.

If I knew I could I would be fearless…courageous and no one’s opinion would matter. I would be able to understand that what other’s think is not my business; even when their thinking did not have me shining.

If I knew I could I’d be where life was easy and I’d be able to experience joy unceasingly, with my love at my side…

If I knew I could this post would be more selfless…more altruistic…

If I knew I could I would be 100% okay with me….

If I knew I could…and I understand I can, I would walk in the light of who Andrea is in God‘s sight.

I would walk out in humility the fact that I was Fearfully and Wonderfully made for the praise and glory of my Father God…

                                                                                       I would walk as the daughter of the KING!

Stop…..

 

Blessings Loves 

Now if you would, jump on over to the gypsy mama dot com, and read some very profound and touching 5 minute posts! Once inspired, maybe you’ll join us…:)

 

 


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Be Quiet…Hearing the Lord (FWTh)


Let My Words Be Few Thursday…

Happy Thursday!  Here are my Few (hahahaha) Words…

 
Hearing God takes training…
          In our FAST and FURIOUS lifestyles we rarely take the time to slow down and just QUIET our minds, STILL our bodies…REST IN THE LORD.
 
…then we wonder why we are so stressed, why things don’t work.
 
Do you know God’s voice?
Have you listened for Him..have you WAITED on HIM?
 
Be still and know that I am God…Psalm 46:10
Lean not on your own understanding…Proverbs 3:5-6
 
The consequences of thinking are…worry, reasoning, and anxiety. We know that these can be things that are good or bad…but the world views them as “normal” everyday thing…
 
Not so if we take God at His word according to the scriptures above…
 
In the original Hebrew the word Worry is translated from the word Thought.
Worry means a divided mind, an interest in, a matter of consideration…a concern.
 
To decipher God’s Word properly we also need to know that the words soul and heart often refer to the mind.
 
Leb – Heart in the original Hebrew refers to a concept of the mind.
Psyche – Soul in the original Greek – also refers to the mind.
 
Concern becomes worry…and when we worry we cannot hear…deep worry drowns even our everyday thoughts, not to mention any chance for us to Hear God!
 
To learn to be STILL…to be QUIET…we must filter our thoughts through the Word of God…
To learn to HEAR GOD and properly DISCERN HIS VOICE we need to filter our thoughts through the PROMISES OF GOD.
 
FYI: there are 750 promises from God in the New Testament! …follow the link above!
FYI: the fullness of all of these promises can be found in the gift of Psalm 91; in their entirety.
God speaks to us through THOUGHTS. Our THOUGHTS… this is an issue because there are many voices throughout our lives…
TV…RADIO…INTERNET…PEOPLE…
                                                                          OURSELVES!
 
We must be able to discern God’s voice from all others…
God speaks to us at ALL TIMES.
Always…
GOD, the HOLY SPIRIT speaks to us from within us; where He resides.
He is our INTERCESSOR.
 
INTERCESSION IS A RESCUE MISSION…Romans 8:26
 
We must put OURSELVES ASIDE  to be able to hear God.
 
We must be QUIET…We must be STILL
WE MUST BE WILLING TO LEAN ON GOD’S THOUGHTS…not our own understanding of a thing…
this is where we often miss it and misinterpret whose voice we are hearing…
Often we ask for an answer and decide immediately on the easiest and quickest likely solution. Often this is us and our own reasonings and desires in a circumstance.
On the humorous, or ironic, if you will, side of the coin, God’s answers and solutions are rarely what we would reason or desire. So if it feels good and comes too quickly…consider WAITING ON GOD…
 

Habakkuk 2 in the Amplified bible – says it well..

 [OH, I know, I have been rash to talk out plainly this way to God!] I will [in my thinking] stand upon my post of observation and station myself on the tower or fortress, and will watch to see what He will say within me and what answer I will make [as His mouthpiece] to the perplexities of my complaint against Him. And the Lord answered me and said, Write the vision and engrave it so plainly upon tablets that everyone who passes may [be able to] read [it easily and quickly] as he hastens by.Habakkuk, seeing where he has missed it, changes how he listens for God…

This change is not an easy task for us…but with a quiet time of praise; maybe in the early morning, when it is easy to be Quiet, more natural a time to be Still…we can make time to listen for God…

…and in time we will be like those found in…

John 10:27-28 (Amp)

The sheep that are My own hear and are listening to My voice; and I know them, and they follow Me. And I give them eternal life, and they shall never lose it or perish throughout the ages. [To all eternity they shall never by any means be destroyed.] And no one is able to snatch them out of My hand.

 

Please enjoy this video…a song that helps to quiet the mind in praise…

 Blessings Loves ♥

I pray you hear God’s Voice in your Quiet time today!

I’d like to thank, with all of my heart, our Elder/Pastor John Augustine for the inspiration for this post; from his sermon last night April 27, 2011. Love You Elder John.  ♥

 

Please go over to Holly’s Blog and check out her amazing contribution to this weeks Few Words Thursday! And Withoutado…hehe 


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The Long Easter Weekend…


 It has been a long Easter Weekend…

From Good Friday to Easter Morning has been an adventure. One not free of stress and pain…

…but then neither was Jesus’ experience from Friday to Sunday.

I was, my family was, challenged…

                                           by people, by circumstances, by life; this Easter!

There was challenges that our beliefs were not biblical…frustrating to say the least!

There was a fire!!! Destroying the chances of our family’s Easter dinner plans at home…frightening for the Saturday before Easter, but all is well! No one was hurt, thank God.

                     …the Miracle in this situation was the calm. No one lost their tempers or Christianity. I’m not saying there wasn’t fear, frustration, deep disappointment and discouragement…however…

                        there was…CALM, Quiet, purpose and solutions!

You see, like many of us, this would have been a reason for us to throw in the towel. I mean really, a kitchen fire (our newly installed stove burnt down, right after installation!) the day before Easter??? What does that even suggest???

In a time, not so far past, of less maturity in Christ, no calm, quiet reasoning would have been possible.

It was for times like these that Jesus went and sacrificed Himself on that Cross! Right?

The Cross illuminated some very important things for me this year…

     tell me, does everyone hit an Easter, a Resurrection Sunday that explains it all? I mean, I knew, I had read the stories and contemplated the depth and power of the Cross…but this year…

Fire! the Cross had LIFE…

His death on the Cross was alive to me…

I was aware of 3 o’clock on Friday! …Seriously AWARE! and some presented to me that Jesus didn’t die on Friday!!!

REALLY!!                  

 Because, God Himself made me look up and be singularly AWARE of that hour, on that day!

3 pm on April 22, 2011 marked the time that Christ gave up His Spirit for ME that Cross! …for me.

I don’t want to be out of line with scripture, but each time I am presented with someone’s question or challenge on the subject of Good Friday to the Resurrection, my spirit returns me to this scripture:

Matthew 24:36 The Day and Hour Unknown: “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”

In these years of Born Again I have come to one definite conclusion! Lean NOT on my understanding and trust God, alone!

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will make your paths straight.

I do not understand the timing, nor the mathematics of God’…scripture says no one does! Really…”one day is a thousand days…” So how do I say that Jesus didn’t die on Friday, because that would mean that the resurrection on Sunday was not three days…

The Word says…just trust God! So I trust God and the way that I am accustomed to HIM speaking to me.

God made me aware of 3 pm on Friday.

God showed me what the LONG saturday was for the Apostles, in a way only I, and possibly my husband, would understand the wait and the sadness and the frustration of wondering just what was going on and where was my Jesus…was He gone? Doesn’t he see the destruction that is occurring in my life…

My husband, awhile ago, was intrigued with scripture that showed that the Apostles were going back to their old lives after the ascension.One of them said essentially, I am going fishing. I believe it was Peter and in the book of John

I think it human nature that when we think God is not with us, at any given time, we revert, inadvertently back to our “own understanding”; our own reasoning.

That did not happen this weekend…fire and all.

I was keenly aware, all of Saturday, even before the fire, that I was waiting for something. That things were not going to go as my natural mind would understand them; that I would have to wait on the LORD. What was I waiting for???

In great fatigue, frustration and almost discouragement we went to bed very early for us on Saturday evening. Quietly, contemplatively and prayerfully I fell to sleep…

The morning came with the cat at the door, as usual. I opened that door to the awareness of the pinks and peaches of an amazing Sunrise…I decided to have a Sunrise Service of my own…

I stood on my porch at 6ish Easter morning. After weeks of damp, cold and rainy weather it was warm and the sun was crisp in the sky…I prayed and thanked God for His Son…I thanked Jesus for dying for my sins and iniquities and illnesses, while I enjoyed the warm breeze and sent of salt in the air.

It simply wrapped itself about me like a hug…a hug from Father God!

{in my prayer and worship it never occurred to me to grab the camera, so the sunrise is my private keepsake!}

 The way I see it…’after His suffering…’ Jesus appeared to me, my family, this Easter weekend and with  MANY convincing proofs that He IS alive! So I am not going to leave Jerusalem, but I am going to wait on the Father and His gift that He promised and Jesus speaks of in the Word…

Did the Death and Resurrection of Jesus occur when we ‘understand’ it…or in the timing that we observe it??? Simply…I don’t know!

I simply know that God has us observing and celebrating our reconciliation back to His heart, by the blood of His Lamb in this way and in this timing…

                                            It’s a “just believe” thing…it’s a “in remembrance” thing…I think…

It’s a HOLY Thing…

And I want to be Holy like He is Holy…

What I find to be most important in all of this is…

He is Risen…He is ALIVE…and Because He live, I live!

Blessings Loves  ♥


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Unconditional…Focus: The Cross


 

 

For Good Friday…Inspired by God…Written for His Glory:

Unconditional by Andrea Hutchinson – 2008

Flash fiction: Unconditional

 

Happy Good Friday Loves

 

June 20, 2008

Every nerve and sinew in his body screams in pain. Unimaginable pain, with the intensity of the heat of the midday sun. The thought of one more step assaults his senses. Yet the consequences for stopping sets a chill in his blood. This sacrifice was always beyond his human control, yet he had chosen, still, to come. The heavy, rustic beam he bears upon his back literally carries the weight of the world. The dead weight of a lost world. Scraping and tearing at his raw skin, the weight of it bears upon his very soul. Sweat and blood pour into his eyes, blurring his vision as he looks up and begins to pray. Determinedly, he raises his eyes to the heavens, in prayer, dismissing the pain racking his body.

Throngs of people bustle about. Some entertained, still others appear to be in mourning, somehow. Do they understand? Can they possibly know the cost of what is happening? Sadly, he thinks, most do not. Worse, some never will. It is for those, the very ones who do not know, that he endures this to the end. A necessity, he knows, for humanity.

From the very beginning he knew the outcome of his last three years on this earth. The consequences of the choice he made. His humanity takes him aback, astonished to realize the fear and the desire to be released from this task. He begins himself asking why; just like a man, he thinks to himself. Yet, the ultimate knowledge of the necessity of all of this remains the reason he came to this place, after all.

Finding himself at his destination, a sigh of exhaustion escapes. Very soon now, he thinks to himself. God’s will be done, he prays. Silently his glance grazes the crowd. Brutally he is thrown upon the beam he carried to this ravaged place. The loud din of the crowd molest his ears. He senses familiar presences in the crowd. They are here, doing just the things that were spoken at their dinner on the previous night.

His brothers do all of the things prophesied, to their horror and shame. They look on in sorrow and revulsion. Ashamed of their acts of denial and their human inability to stop the looming end to this saga. Not able to truly understand the necessity. These chosen followers remain unaware of their importance in this history of the world. Yet they stand upon the threshold of that understanding.

Intense flaming pain pierces his thoughts. His prayer is continual now, he seeks the end of this ordeal. Fiery pokers of shoot from his fingertips up his arms with lightning speed, as they are secured to the beam. His feet and legs feel this immensity of agony next. Then the bottom falls out.

He is raised above the crowd. A sense of vertigo takes hold as he is swung from ground level to the heights of heaven. Audible gasps and cries are clearly heard, even a familiar scream, muffled in fear. The weight of his slight frame assaulted by the pin point agony in his hands and feet, as all of his weight is bore by his agony weakened limbs, being held by only course nails. Cramping pain begins to pulsate within the muscles of these limbs. Vibrating through him with each beat of his heart.

Aware of those to each side of him, he looks to his right. Anger and disdain assault him from this side. A soul, unclean with anger, shouts obscenities and accusations his way. Turning his eyes and head from this sin, his sights meet those of a repentant man. This man acknowledges him in a way many have not. Somehow in his own repentance, he knows. Knows the identity of this middle man. This sacrificial life.

The thief begs his forgiveness, unashamed. Admitting that this fate was earned by his own choice of actions. The man in the middle reassures this repentant soul. Promising that the kingdom of God would be his fate. Assuring the thief that they will be joined there this very day, in paradise. With no doubt the repentant man believes.

With that the skies muddy to gray. Flashes of lightening, that only an angry God can create, lights the dank atmosphere. The wind picks up and the clouds move violently across the sky. The man looks up, with every ounce of energy spent. With his last bit of life he cries out to God. Forgive them Father, is his first intercessory prayer, they know not what they do! With that intercession complete he looks forward into the crowd. As the first drop of rain falls from the Creator‘s eye, the man gives up his life and cries out, ‘It is done”. And he is gone.

Faintly in the distance a rending can be heard. A veil, thick with the blood of the Son of God, is rent from top to bottom. Fulfilling the words of the prophets and saving the world. With the fulfillment of the law a new covenant begins. The law obsolete and the old gone away.

All things are new. A new faith is born. A new hope is sown in the field of humanity. Three days will prove the words of the prophets of old. The keys to heaven will be restored to the rightful heir.

One act of unconditional love saves all of humanity.

One act of unconditional love moves the hand of God.

One act of unconditional love, from brother to brother, saves a world of souls.

One act of unimaginable and unconditional love provides the inheritance to all, each and everyone.

You can read the original, if you’d like, at this link: http://www.helium.com/items/1086022-unconditional-love-salvation

Blessings Loves :)♥ 

 


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by His wounds…A Few Words Thursday and How to Heal a Broken Heart Post


Let My Words Be Few Thursday...

It’s Thursday again….    This week I posted my “Few Word” over on my other blog “A Woman’s Heart: A Journey to Wholeness”.
 
A short (hehe…) post on why I write and…
 John 13: 34 So now I am giving you a new commandment: Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.
Blessings Loves! ♥
 
 

 


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OF BECOMING…a year of death and Psalm 91 in 365


2002, September 9th…I was water baptised.

Better than that so was my oldest son.

Even better, my husband, who had no intentions of being baptised that day, walked into the baptismal pool {a church family’s pool}; fully clothed, jeans and all, and put to death his flesh and rose again, cleansed by the baptismal waters, in Christ!

We, as a family, chose a life in Christ…

We were no-longer the walking dead, but were ALIVE again, in Christ! Our lives began to change that day…all three of us. Our hearts hoping that the 4th one of us would follow, soon (our youngest son); sadly we still wait for him…

2010-11 ….

A YEAR of DEATH…{well just about}

Since that chilly September afternoon in the pool small peelings away of the flesh have occurred in all of us,

It seems a lifetime…all in God‘s timing!

I read  Figuring Out the Cross-Centered Life, at a holy experience.com, and But Will He Conquer My “Death”?, at Proverbs 31 Ministries, this morning, and got these revelations…

“My identity is not about figuring out who I am – but ACCEPTING Whose I am…”

….there has been a multitude of death in this last year.

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20

I am a woman of firm faith, I claimand this body…this heart…is new and whole by faith!

“The Christian is the walking dead – ALIVE ONLY in Christ.”

….with each loss I have hidden and survived, only, in the shadow of the Almighty~Psalm 91. I would have perished in these deaths otherwise.

“…The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God,” Galatian 2:20b

Christianity is a lifetime of becoming who I really am.”

….a LONG year of transitions, losses, deaths, changes…OF BECOMING…

My sweet Uncle passed {my perfect father figure}…

My heart died {and God revived it, ME, on His terms}…

My church closed…My Pastors ~ Spiritual Parents moved away…Church family left, went as they were called, as the our church transitioned with a new pastor and a new name…

friendships changed…

family relationships changed…children matured…

children back stepped and regained momentum again…

Life did what life does; and all the while I died a little at a time, while new and sometimes uncomfortable growth began…BECOMING…

                                     …the peeling of the onion, the becoming of the Andrea God created.

“I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20c

This is how it is for me…I wake each day and read devotionals and God leads me to a revelation…an understanding of what is BECOMING of me.

How does one BECOME after a death of self…after the death of who one thought they were…after the loss of those loved and needed…after the death of the innocence of a child…their inner child~so long ago ~ and then watching that same loss in their own child?

What becomes of a soul after death?

…dirt and worms…devoured and recycled into new lifefeeding the Spring…

LIFE…

NEW LIVE

HOPE RESURRECTED…

“Praise to God for a Living Hope

 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,” 1 Peter 1:3

It truly has been a year of death…and a year of growth. It will be a year in the beginning of June 2011.

I mark it such, because that is when I began to realize the physical part of this death of the old me. Somehow I was accepting and understood the mental and emotional death of Andrea; the rendering {to cause to be or become} God and I and JR worked diligently on that…still do. Yet it was the physical death that startled me.

It was not until after my taking Jesus as my LORD and SAVIOR, into my heart, into my life, that I lost two of the only three men I have EVER trusted. Two men I loved without reservation, without fear of harm…{yet these deaths happened many years after I walked to that altar}, their passing marks a revelation, that I could trust in God, only, Alone. Not that I could not trust these men…my grandfather, my uncle, but that they were not God the Father, just the human representation of a God who loved me…and in their human existence they were bound, by this life itself, to leave me.

It was not until now that God could take my hardened and broken heart and replace it with a heart after HIM ALONE…{Ezekiel 36:26}

Oh how stubborn we, I, can be…that it takes us so very long to understand what God has ALWAYS had for us…so hardened that He had to give up HIS only Son to reconcile this rebellious soul back to HIS LOVE…

I have been crucified WITH (?)  Christ and  I (?) no longer live…until now those question marks haunted my heart. I would wonder…how dare I believe I suffered like Jesus, not even able to fathom the truths of what was done for me on Calvary…not even close to truly believing that it really had an effect on my life. And the I no longer live…well, quite frankly, that caused an echo of un-belief in my soul…the reality that I was actually, really, moving on the path, finally, that God had mapped out for my life just was not a reality!

UNTIL THIS PAST YEAR…

For the first time in this life I can see the changes in me. I can appreciate Whose I am…and Who I am, in Christ, even not yet knowing Who I will be tomorrow…

 In just a few days I will sit with my family, minus one {and I pray…there is time and he might sit with us, still…the missing him and the hope bring my heart to tears…}, and look to the Cross, celebrating Good Friday with loved ones. Then on the …

Third Day…

The LORD your God is with you,
   the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
   in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
   but will rejoice over you with singing.” …..He certainly does in this video {you should hear my son sing this! O’ my mother’s heart when he does…}

…we will celebrate His resurrection and the truth of the sacrifice that Jesus made so that I could spend this last year DYING… BECOMING His, all the more.

Blessings Loves ♥

 

 

 


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Empty Nest…from there to here…Distance


Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and true and unscripted.

 

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button in my right side bar}

3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you {and if you love us, consider turning off word verification for the day to make it easier for folks to say howdy}

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

This weeks prompt: DISTANCE…

Go…

How do I write for 5 minutes when there are NO WORDS?

      Nothing profound.                                                             

and now, MMM Update #2

I prayed...I HOPED.

      Nothing inspirational

      Nothing to motivate

I have risen this a.m. UGLY.

Fatigue has enveloped me of late.

                                                   I know I go to bed too late.

                                                   I have begun resenting that I am the alarm clock of a grown man.

I want, just one morning, to be allowed to sleep…

                   then a thought rises, as the sun glares from the screen…

‘If you sleep in you will be UGLY anyway with that new sensation that you’ve somehow lost precious time…’

Precious time to???

Write

Clean

Be ALONE…

Is this empty nest syndrome?

I seek solace in my solitude…and most days I do well.

But this morning….

I’d like to spend the day with my LOVE…but the grown up says

NO.

Wish I could.

The Bills…….

He’s a good, hard working man, with a plan; MY LOVE.

Kiss Good BYE…have a blessed day…

OH and could you….

I used to have a “Career”; sometimes I miss it…

I wanted to work from HOME…I prayed…I hoped...

        I GOT MY BLESSING! GOD ANSWERED….Amazing Grace…

 

This is my NOW career…

I am blessed…I write…I keep our home a home…

I AM BLESSED.

StOP…

Blessings Loves ♥