Greetings everyone-my sincerest apologies for the delay in update. Though I cannot say it was so much due to a randomly busy schedule as it is to the fact that God has been working on that good work He promised each of us, in myself. To add- my lack of communication is tied in with not knowing how to relay of all that has happened.
As each day dawns afresh the sun birthing a panoramic masterpiece for the eye to behold challenging the moon to follow suit in it's splendor as the dusk curtain falls to a weary world, truly I am astounded at the place God has called me to sojourn. My thoughts swirl within my mind, "Who am I that the Lord would care so much for me to have sent me to Thailand?" But then He speaks, "My ways are not your ways, My thoughts are not your thoughts." One moon has passed the date of arrival yet it seems the author must have stumbled upon a time warp for it relates longer personally.
The title of this specific post correlates with the events that have happened thus far since my last report. Take a journey with me a few months in the past-as I was praying about this trip the Lord stated there was something bigger going on than just an internship. I didn't know fully what He meant but I stored it in my pocket as hope for the future. Jump back to the present- in this former month, God has very much blown my mind at the swift wielding of His sword in my life. The healing and deliverance I would have expected to take at least a year, He has accomplished in four weeks-now that's the Lord for ya! The revelations and longingly passionate pursuit of Him has overtaken my soul. I can not explain or put in to words how Papa has taken hold of me. I suppose you can picture it a little like this: A gardener is walking along down a street in a deserted little, old town and he notices to his right a plot of land. Now this tiny piece of earth was sadly pathetic in appearence with trash littered across and dead, brown grass overlaying in patches. Although, there was life of a small pond grasping for space amidst the debrie. This, the sower took to note as he continued his stroll home. The next morning the laborer arrives at the same spread with all his equipment ready for a hard days work. Section by section the alloted acreage begins to bloom under the harvester's hands. Hours later as the skyline appears low on the horizen the reaper stands up, wipes his dirt stained hands on his pants as he exhales a low whistle of pride gazing upon the trodden down patch turned amazon. That, my friends, is our relationship with the Lord, woudn't you say? Of course, one's day may be another's year but in the end He still stands gazing upon the amazon we have become. Understand though, I am not stating that I have now become perfect- far from it. This illustration was merely to paint a picture in your minds of what it has felt like for me.
Now that I have used up your time, I best let you go about your day.
Until next time...
As each day dawns afresh the sun birthing a panoramic masterpiece for the eye to behold challenging the moon to follow suit in it's splendor as the dusk curtain falls to a weary world, truly I am astounded at the place God has called me to sojourn. My thoughts swirl within my mind, "Who am I that the Lord would care so much for me to have sent me to Thailand?" But then He speaks, "My ways are not your ways, My thoughts are not your thoughts." One moon has passed the date of arrival yet it seems the author must have stumbled upon a time warp for it relates longer personally.
The title of this specific post correlates with the events that have happened thus far since my last report. Take a journey with me a few months in the past-as I was praying about this trip the Lord stated there was something bigger going on than just an internship. I didn't know fully what He meant but I stored it in my pocket as hope for the future. Jump back to the present- in this former month, God has very much blown my mind at the swift wielding of His sword in my life. The healing and deliverance I would have expected to take at least a year, He has accomplished in four weeks-now that's the Lord for ya! The revelations and longingly passionate pursuit of Him has overtaken my soul. I can not explain or put in to words how Papa has taken hold of me. I suppose you can picture it a little like this: A gardener is walking along down a street in a deserted little, old town and he notices to his right a plot of land. Now this tiny piece of earth was sadly pathetic in appearence with trash littered across and dead, brown grass overlaying in patches. Although, there was life of a small pond grasping for space amidst the debrie. This, the sower took to note as he continued his stroll home. The next morning the laborer arrives at the same spread with all his equipment ready for a hard days work. Section by section the alloted acreage begins to bloom under the harvester's hands. Hours later as the skyline appears low on the horizen the reaper stands up, wipes his dirt stained hands on his pants as he exhales a low whistle of pride gazing upon the trodden down patch turned amazon. That, my friends, is our relationship with the Lord, woudn't you say? Of course, one's day may be another's year but in the end He still stands gazing upon the amazon we have become. Understand though, I am not stating that I have now become perfect- far from it. This illustration was merely to paint a picture in your minds of what it has felt like for me.
Now that I have used up your time, I best let you go about your day.
Until next time...
