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Staring at the stained glass windows was actually an act of worship.

The very doing of it must have wrapped my heart in His love.          

(And safety)

Not even, did I know about it.

Not then.

I am beginning to know it only now.

How sweet and beautiful is the protection of the Lord.

Saved for a PURPOSE!

 

This is what was spoken into my heart during worship at a recent conference.

There were two main topics; one of which was human trafficking.

The speaker had a list on her power point with three columns.

If one or more items were chosen from each column, then a circumstance would be considered human trafficking.

I didn’t take notes like I usually do, but without being all that specific;  I can tell you I was shocked when I identified with many things on this list.

Never had I thought of my life as being trafficked, and I don’t think you could call it that, but I could sure relate.

I was never taken away from my family, but for almost as long I can remember, I had been forced to do things against my will.

Things I knew didn’t feel right; things that made me feel shame.

What a deficit to begin a life with.

Where does the stained glass come in?

Before I remember even going to church, I remember lying in my bed and looking out at the night sky.

The leaves were gone on the tree, and I “imagined” the Virgin Mary holding the baby Jesus, right up there in the tree.

I don’t even recall church because I was so young.

I don’t think I knew “Jesus loves me this I know” or how I even knew about Mary and her baby, but I do recall that seeing them there gave me a great peace. 

When I mentioned it to my mom she must have poo-pooed me, because I never spoke of it again, only tried to re-create it for the sense of calm it gave me.

Trauma and loneliness came again and again and I tried to re-create it even more times. 

Although I didn’t see it with my eyes again, I found I could, if I concentrated enough, experience that peace and calm.

Then, when I was around 7 or 8, the drama in our home life became even more intense.

I remember lying in the bed and looking out at the trees again. 

It was a different house, with a much bigger tree, and there, in the night sky, was Jesus, holding a rod in one hand and a lamb in the other.  His robes went to the ground.  His face was serene.

I didn’t dare tell anyone, but I knew that He was there to watch over me. 

I slept in peace that night.

We moved one more time, and we began going to a Lutheran church.

There, to my surprise, were enormous stained glass windows, and there, right above me and to my left, was Jesus, holding a rod in one hand and a lamb in the other.  His robes went to the ground.  His face was serene.

I never listened much to the sermons, I was just too squirmy, but I did at times, stare at those stained glass windows until I felt at peace.

I did that until I was in high school and we changed churches to one with plain blue glass.

The peace I felt during those times didn’t make the things in my life any easier; there was always drama and trauma.  Always.

But there, dotted at strategic times, there were little places of peace.

What I can recognize now, is the peace that was scattered throughout my years of seeking solace from the trauma, was actually protecting my heart.  Keeping it safe from irrevocable harm, until a later time.

Now I know that what I sought was peace, but not as the world gives, but peace that only Jesus can give.

“The world didn’t give it to me, and the world can’t take it away”

So what was spoken in my heart during worship in that recent conference, suddenly, amazingly, sounds like truth.

An act of worship.

Worship of a God who knew what I needed, before I did.

Worship of a God who wrapped my heart in His love, and protected me from the world.

He so desires to do the same for you.

For a purpose.

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Detail from Albrecht Dürer

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Do you remember the sense you got when you were in the presence of your father?

Was it a sense of abandonment?

Was it a sense of anger?

Was it a sense of bitterness?

Was it a sense of regret?

Was it a sense of disconnection?

OR was it a sense of something even worse, a sense of lust and usury,

and the sense that you were prey to be preyed upon?

Did you sense that you were collateral damage to fill the evil desires of someone else?

2 Peter 3:3 (NIV1984) First of all, you must understand that in the last days scoffers will come, scoffing and following their own evil desires.

 

If this is the sense you had growing up,

I want to express my profound sadness for the life of that child.

 

I also want to express my equally profound belief that the anger, the bitterness, the regret, the disconnection and the overwhelming sense of being a victim can be overcome.

 

But how you ask?

Here is what I believe due to the work I have done on my insides.

All of the above, the sense of abandonment, anger, bitterness, regret and of being prey to those much stronger than I, has always tried to triumph.

 

But I “did the work” so to speak, and continue to do so.

I call it an “Inside job”.

 

In the natural world, all of these barriers can be strongly affected by therapy of many different types.

Each of us is made very differently.  Different approaches will have different outcomes.

In the best case scenarios, the fix may be hard to maintain because of difficulty we still carry within the memories. We are still connected in our minds.

 

In my own case I found that new things could not be done in old ways.

I needed a new tactic.  I needed a new thing.

I embarked on a new process, a less natural, more spiritual process.

 

It was not a fast process by any means, but it was effective.  I could hear my Grandmothers voice telling me that “slow and steady wins the race”.

 

My first action in the “new process” was very purposeful.

           I picked up my Bible and began to read.

 

Isaiah 43:19 (NIV1984) See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.

 

You mean my life does not have to be as it is? 

I do not have to settle?

 

2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV1984) Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!

 

But I don’t feel like a new creation!

How can this be?   Is this normal?

 

What I did not yet know was that when we give our hearts to Jesus and ask Him for His help, He saves our spirits, to live with him forever, but we still have our same flesh until the day we leave this earth.  We still must overcome the old thinking and habits we have had since birth.

 

Psalm 51:10 (NIV1984) create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.

 

We must be purposeful, intentional, and active.  For that pure heart and renewed spirit, 

we must choose to seek Him.

 

Genesis 50:20 (NIV1984) you intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.

 

You mean all this baggage I’ve been saddled with for so long can actually be good for someone else?

 

Isaiah 61:3 (NIV1984) and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.

 

I, of course was the one “grieving in Zion”.

 

I began to learn about just how beautiful I was to God, and that His heart was to show me the TRUE love of a TRUE father.

He wanted to be my “Abba”.         My “Daddy”.

 

Romans 8:15(NIV1984) for you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”

 

I began to see that He has always wanted to lavish His love on me.

 

1 John 3:1 (NIV1984) how great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him.

 

His heart was not to harm me.  Harm came to me, but not by His choice.  It was the choice of humans.  The days are evil, (Ephesians 5:16B) and man makes choices that go far out of the realm where God would have us to live.

 

He, God, my heavenly Father, my Abba, did however protect my life.  He gave me an open opportunity to choose Him.

 

This is when I learned that I could fulfill His purpose for me, by helping others, who may not have ever heard that there is a way out.

 

Jude 1:23 (NIV1984) snatch others from the fire and save them; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh.

 

Is this a picture of you? 

 

Are you “grieving in Zion”?

 

 

Would you consider a new thing?

Would you pick up a Bible and read?

Would you take the step?

Would you “Do the work”?

Would you embark on the “Inside job”?

Would you ask for help if you need it?

 

If you answered yes to any of these questions,

Feel free to contact me here,

Or for more privacy, you can message me

At Significant Encounters on Facebook.

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For further research on “Abba” ->     http://www.orthodoxresearchinstitute.org/articles/bible/tarazi_name_of_god.htm

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In my travels around the web, I read many great stories about encounters of all types.

Some are, well, dreadful.

Others begin dreadfully, and in the end turn into beautiful legacies of the grace and

goodness of our GOD.

Following is the story of my new friend Heather.

Her story?

Began dreadfully.

In the end, God gave her beauty for ashes.

I welcome her words here today and trust that they will touch you the same way they touched me.

She shares how her Father in heaven changed her perception  of “father”.

Join me in reading her story won’t you?

Abba, Father

Do you really know your Father?

Our beliefs about God are colored by abusive relationships with our earthly fathers. If we apply these distorted perceptions to God, we miss a vital relationship with One who loves us more than any earthly person.

Words spoken by our fathers affect our lives long past the event. The memory of these words haunt our self-perception and influence decisions about our future.

When I was seven,

Read the rest here …..  http://heathermarsten.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/abbafathe/

Psalm 139:11- 16

11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” 12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

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