Day 5, the fifth thing Im most thankful for most often from birth to now My Spiritual Mother. Walking into her world was both painful and rewarding. At the time, my lifes perspective was like living half awake in a room full of shelves, walls and items organized just so. Everything had its place. God had His place. He was in a black box in the far back. I kept Him there because I revered Him so, my bones shook in fear to consider He ever being near me or any of my other precious items. This is how I remember our first dayZ and my faithful account transitioning from legalism to freedom. I knew upon meeting my Spiritual Mother, she was called to help me reorganize that room. I assumed she would come into my room like a drill sergeant and tell me how an item wasnt properly situated, or upside down, or dusty and needed cleaning. Perhaps, even add a few items herself. I could never have fathomed in a million years what was really in-store. I saw she was more sincere for God than anyone I had ever met. I saw we came from two vastly different worlds. I saw she took God AT His word. I was intrigued. As time unfolded, I saw her day by day take items off shelves without hesitation (or care I might add) and toss them into the trash. In agony I watched. Hey! I paid a great price for that one! Id exclaim. More and more items piled the trash. I would get angry and kick shelves over. I would yell and spit and kick violently and curse. Then, one day she went to far! She would say this shelf does not belong and these walls must go. Livid, beyond comfort - I broke. I dropped to my knees. The earth shook beneath and all around shelves swayed. To my utter shock when I looked up, she was smiling. She was smiling! Standing firm. She snatched my hand. I could feel a Peace in her pulse and a majestic type of wonder in her eyes. She said come, I have something to show you!. The ground still shaking, she made a B line towards that black box in the back. I begged No! Please noo. I tried to drag my feet and retrieve my arm in protest, but she continued running and pulling with glee. Come! Come she said in excitment ducking and dodging falling objects. All around us the ground shook, walls crumbled, shelves fell and shattered. It was loud and I felt threatened. In aww, I haulted abruptly; the roof began to peel back. That little black box in the back exploded with a mighty wind, and its content was no longer contained but instead cradled us in Itself! God was before us, behind us, through us, before time, eternal, faithful, merciful, loving...He was Alfa and Omega!! I woke up. My Spiritual Mother showed me places in Gods heart mans religion cannot contain. It was because of her patience, example, and obedience to God alone, I got the opportunity to know what its like to be best friends with the King of Kings. Best friends I tell you. I would not lie. If God was for me, WHO could be against me? I am grateful to be released from the worse bondage of all - religion, the shadow of pharisees and mans way of thinking. The wind blows where it wants, and you hear the sound thereof, but can not tell from where it comes, and where it goes: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. -Jesus Christ Its kinda funny, but my Spiritual Mother Victoria IS my North xD https://youtube/watch?v=8k8s0JyzJsk&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 18:39:34 +0000