Distortion…

Tags

, , , ,

Eve pic

She walked with a limp…

Of course she would. There would be no other way.  She was forever changed.  A judgement had been placed, and this she would reap…

 A remembrance…there would always be the remembrance of who she used to be…the limp.

She had been forever changed by her own hand.  She was the one that made the decision,  no one else.

She could blame it on someone else… She could certainly use satan. He was present that fateful day; the day everything changed.

It was the day Distortion made its entrance.  Flesh became mortal, marred, tarnished and impure.  Eyes became blinded and scaled. Scaled by the serpent who deceived.

Distortion; it was what made her walk with a limp.

Distortion; twisted, misrepresented, slanted, disfigured, deformed.

The serpent came and distorted humanity.

He distorted our very name…Woman.

“This is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, she shall be called Woman for she was taken out of man”, Genesis 2:23, KJV

The most beautiful and captivating name given to the female gender, was given in the Beginning.  Adam, was given the rare privilege of naming each and every created living thing; yet when his eye beheld the creation that stood before him he was dumbfounded…What captivating beauty, what purity of heart…with one glance, Adam’s breath was stolen, for Adam envisioned exactly what God did; a pure and spotless Bride.

Woman…

Before The Fall, Eve’s name was simply, Woman.  It was not only a description of her creation, it was a depiction of her identity.  It carried a fullness of satisfaction and wholeness.  It embodied perfection and denoted unity with The Creator.

The name, Woman, was designed by God and spoken into the realm of humanity by Adam.  It was to be eternally set as our identity. All of who we are and hope to ever be was to be found inside our original name, Woman.

But, as we know, the day of Distortion came.  And so did judgement. Now, we will forever be at battle with our own identity. Everything we believe about ourselves as women, has come from a hand that only carried distortion.

The reality of humanity can be very dark…

I am dark, yet lovely…Song of Solomon 1:5

The battle rages within each and every one of us. The questions of “Who am I”, “Will I ever be enough”, plagues us daily.  In this war for our identity, self worth and satisfaction we find ourselves battling against is the very thing that we strive to please…man.

Today, our perfection as women, stems from the hand of man, and what a fallen humanity deems to be perfect.  How often do we pick up a magazine, a book, or turn on the television to only see what society says we should be?  We have taken a human yoke: “failure to measure up”. We live under the condemnation of the human race. Women have fallen under a degrading humanistic view of themselves.  No longer does the name, Woman, carry the grandeur of perfection and wholeness.  It carries the characteristics of Distortion.

We will forever look in the mirror and never be enough.  We will long to be something greater, something more beautiful, something more successful,  something more sweet and kind, or something more brave.

This should be our hour of change. Change!  We should embrace our eternal name and live striving for the things that Christ has given us through His shed blood.  We have received our bloodline through Him and His eternal view of who we are…in Him.

Do you believe that? Do you believe that Jesus died so not only you may live, but live...? Do you believe He died for mine and your restoration? Do you believe that our given name has been revoked? Jesus gave women significance. Watch

When Jesus walked this earth as perfection in flesh, He looked through the eyes of His Father.  He spoke only what His Father told Him, and He loved with an intense passion, just as His Father.  He restored sight to the blind, healed the sick, and raised the dead.  He calmed the storm, turned water into wine, and fed thousands with a five loaves of bread and a couple of fish.  And through all of this, Woman, was not forgotten.

Jesus called us by name…

Have you ever noticed?  He turned a specific eye toward to Woman.  He loved them, and respected them, and they held a special place of honor in His heart.

In John 2, Jesus was attending the wedding in Cana when they ran out of wine.  His mother requested He take care of this dire situation. His response, “Woman, my time has not yet come”.  In Matthew 15:28, a daughter was released from demonic possession.  He looks at the mother and states, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted”.  In John 8, the woman caught in adultery was brought forth for judgement. Jesus releases her from her accusers saying, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you”?  And one final situation; Mary Magdalene was weeping at the tomb…even the angels called her Woman.

For many years, I saw these as harsh statements toward women. Jesus never addressed His disciples in such manner!  It appeared by using such distant terminology, Jesus was disengaging Himself from the heart of Woman.  In fact, just the opposite was true!  Jesus, looking through the eyes and heart of His Father knew no other word for such beauty and perfection. So He addressed her just as He saw her; Woman

Jesus took the time to restore our dignity, identity, and perfection.

As Eve, we need to stop reaching for the wrong fruit to satisfy our hunger for perfection.  We need to embrace the eternal…Although we are dark, darkened by the shadow Distortion that has covered humanity, we are lovely.  We are lovely through the eyes of the Creator who looks through the blood of His Son, Jesus. No more can we live beneath our created intent! We have been called to a higher ground, a deeper relationship with Christ.  We have been called to have the wisdom to understand, the courage to speak, and the faith to believe:

I am dark, yet lovely, and my name is Woman!

Me and Beth Moore…A day to remember.

kissingthedust:

beth mooreShe’s just that great…

Originally posted on kissingthedust:

Can we just talk about this for a minute? I’m serious. I just want to take a few lines, or maybe pages, to talk about this stuff, and, well… her…

Let me back up a bit. When it came to Bible teaching, I was pretty hard core. I loved the big guns. You probably already know the names, so I’ll skip that, but, yes, I needed a challenge; no, I wanted a challenge. Better yet, I idolized a challenge.  If there was not a challenging message to be brought to the masses, then, please, hang it up. Why Bible teach if you cannot challenge someone’s thoughts or theology? You know, bring them into “right” thinking.

After all, aren’t we at least owed that…

I mean, you’ve put in some time here. You’ve paid the registration, brought your Bible, brought  your friends and bellied up to a hotel bill.

Entertainment?…

View original 758 more words

Calling All Women…Feminists?

kissingthedust:

Just one more time people…one more time…

Originally posted on kissingthedust:

National-Womens-DayIn the Beginning…It is one of my favorite scriptures. In the Beginning… there is a ring to it, no? It is the opening statement of scripture that leads into a stunning picturesque view of life…so naturally, it is one of my favorites.

And so is this one: Genesis 2:22 (NIV) Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib He had taken out of the man… So in honor of National Women’s Day, I write. I write to keep things in my life in order; as a woman.

Confession; I am a feminist. But, not by societal standards. So, in my view, there are feminists and then there are feminists…I’m of the latter. :)

The quest began as early as 1619 and continues today. We desired to be free of the social and economic struggles women faced in a male dominated society.  In that year, women wanted the freedom…

View original 580 more words

Calling All Women…Feminists?

Tags

, ,

National-Womens-DayIn the Beginning…It is one of my favorite scriptures. In the Beginning… there is a ring to it, no? It is the opening statement of scripture that leads into a stunning picturesque view of life…so naturally, it is one of my favorites.

And so is this one: Genesis 2:22 (NIV) Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib He had taken out of the man… So in honor of National Women’s Day, I write. I write to keep things in my life in order; as a woman.

Confession; I am a feminist. But, not by societal standards. So, in my view, there are feminists and then there are feminists…I’m of the latter. :)

The quest began as early as 1619 and continues today. We desired to be free of the social and economic struggles women faced in a male dominated society.  In that year, women wanted the freedom to buy land in the colonies, but to no avail.  During the years of 1820 through 1880, women were fighting for equal rights and women’s suffrage was born.  in 1916, the nation’s first birth control clinic was opened in Brooklyn, NY, and then closed by police in ten days.  Then, came the right to vote. This battle began in 1873 with Susan B. Anthony, and ended in 1920 when American women received the right to vote.  In 1921, The American Birth Control League was re-birthed, and in 1939, the Birth Control Federation of America was born and has withstood the test of time. Today it is known as Planned Parenthood. In 1960, the FDA approved the birth control pill. The Equal Rights Amendment was introduced in 1923 and finally approved forty-nine years later in March of 1972. In 1950, we received the right to use our maiden names after marriage. In 1963 the Equal Pay Act was passed, and before I forget..in 1959, our greatest feat yet…Pantyhose. Pantyhose came to the rescue of each and every one of us who desired airbrushed legs. Now, we just get spray tanned. There is also Roe vs. Wade, but I can’t go there. Not today.

Enough social history, back to the Bible for some real feminine history…

“This is bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, for she was taken out of man…Genesis 2:23 (NIV); Adam’s statement upon seeing this jaw dropping gal.

Woman’s creation alone is a holy view of femininity. Sounds ridiculous doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. God was very purposeful with us. He chose for us to be taken out of man. We are called to come out and be separate from our rib mate…oh, I like that…rib mate. :) Onward…But it’s true. We were never intended to be like men. Ever. Did you hear me? EVER! That was not the plan! We were always intended to be our own girl. Have our own personalities. Have courage, and be brave. We have the God given ability to stand on our own two feet…

When the word, Woman, is defined in the Hebrew…what does it mean?…”taken out of man”. And, when pronounced, it sounds very similar to the word man…but only similar, not exact.

Oh, girls. Are you feeling it yet? God was and is on our side! He really wants us to be different! He created it to be so. With the divine act of breathing life into our very first Woman, He “said”…It is good.

We, yes we, were a perfect gift. Created as a gift. Created as a helper. Created to come along side and live life with our rib mates.

Why do we work so hard for equality when it was given in the Beginning?

Our femininity is wrapped up within our creation. Now, if you don’t believe me. Go read. Read about the first Woman created. She is the fullness of femininity. She is the picture of strength, courage, bravery, steadfastness, faith and perseverance. Eve, the greatest of all Women, rose above all trials, pain, and sin by the One who created her. Her equality was not lost, her perfection and sinless state was…she trudged onward as a warrior. Not letting the fall of disobedience shake her into depression and lifelessness. She girded up and lived! So girls, let us do the same. Gird up and live your life in your God given equality. WE CAN DO IT! xo

Me and Beth Moore…A day to remember.

Tags

, , ,

beth mooreCan we just talk about this for a minute? I’m serious. I just want to take a few lines, or maybe pages, to talk about this stuff, and, well… her…

Let me back up a bit. When it came to Bible teaching, I was pretty hard core. I loved the big guns. You probably already know the names, so I’ll skip that.  But, to be honest, I needed a challenge; no, I wanted a challenge. Better yet, I idolized a challenge.  If there was not a challenging message to be brought to the masses, then, please, hang it up. Why Bible teach if you cannot challenge someone’s thoughts or theology? You know, bring them into “right” thinking.

After all, aren’t we at least owed that…

I mean, you’ve put in some time here. You’ve paid the registration, brought your Bible, brought  your friends and bellied up to a hotel bill.

Entertainment? Umm…no. That’s the fluff side of Christianity. I’ll take mine straight up and on the rocks, thank you very much.

Then I met her. The Blonde, or as she labels herself, “Blonder than she pays to be”….

Yes, I am talking about the one and only, Beth Moore.

It was two and a half years ago. I received a last minute invitation to…

wait for it…

drum roll please…

Living Proof Live

Oh glory…it’s about to get real…

“Help me”, was all I could think. It was the only prayer I could muster up. How could I have succumbed to such madness! Of all things; a cute, little, blonde, bible teacher. Yes, I needed prayer. I needed a support system.  And according to my standards, I needed an intervention, for I did not participate in such matters.

So, off I went, my support system in tow and a four hour drive… in which we got lost and it took us five and a half. The only thing that was going to possibly save me was our hotel. Oh boy, a five star, studded, grandy with marble bathroom floors and a tub you could drown in. French doors opened to the sleeping arena, yes, it was that large… It was a suite that set me back a pretty penny, but I was going to need some hefty reassurance that I would not die over the weekend. And if I did, it was going to be in that bathtub. Yes, “help me”, was my feeble cry…

So, in my state of uncertainty and skepticism, I took a sleeping pill that night. I don’t sleep well in a room of others and I was getting ready to enter an arena of pure fluff. Thousands.  I was stressed.

Morning came in all of it’s sunshine glory and I was feeling doubtful. I did have my Bible and my GPS, so things surely couldn’t be all that bad, right? My group of encouragers were more giddy than I had ever seen them. What was wrong with them?  “We are going to a Bible spa people…don’t you get that”…

We entered through the vast doors and were bombarded. Table after table of books, tapes, and DVD’S. And then there were the people. People everywhere. EVERYWHERE! All giggly women, about to be massaged with scripture and oiled down with some praise.

“Well, get your big girl panties on and get yourself up to those rafters and find yourself a seat girlfriend. You are here for the long haul”.

And so I did. Or, I did with the help of the others. Geez, those are some steep stairs!

And so it began.

And she came out.

And I, well I, was put in my place.

I have never in my entire life been so humbled, challenged, convicted, encouraged, strengthened, girded, and, well, overwhelmed.

“Blonder than she pays to be”, is one fine, fine teacher! She carries no fluff, she carries the Spirit. She brings forth a newness of Jesus. She prays on her knees people, on her knees. And she has timelines…of all things, timelines! I’ve always hated timelines, but now, my heart has changed for the better, and even skips a beat at the very thought of a timeline… I LOVE THEM! Who doesn’t need a timeline when studying the Bible! They are a necessary thing! Thank you, Beth Moore!

Plus, Beth Moore is funny! What!? Yes, she is funny, and real, and transparent, and just, well, normal!

Now, I am a changed woman. Beth Moore puts out a “straight up, on the rocks” gig. Period. You walk away with a deeper knowledge of scripture, and a deeper knowledge of the heart of Jesus. One more thing, you also walk away with a deeper knowledge of yourself. That my friend, is a needful thing. You need to scratch away your surface, bleed a little, and be changed; be transformed.

Now, here at The Living Room, we use Beth Moore’s bible studies. We are jaw-dropped at each and every session. [We], and me…well, we love Beth Moore! We love her challenge to each of us and the way she brings forth the Word. Her devotion to Jesus Christ is evident and challenging in itself. Beth Moore is a gift to us straight from Heaven! If Living Proof Live is within a six hour drive…do it! If Beth Moore is within a twelve hour drive, do it! I promise, you need a little Beth Moore in your life! She is a breath of fresh air…

XO

The Table of Grace…

Tags

, , , , , ,

10425486_850309968359248_1973288684909216518_nYou prepare a table before me…Psalm 23:5

In retrospect, I see it was Him. He had other plans for us; for me. But at the time, which was not so long ago…

I was aggravated. Frustrated that the call was not made sooner. He had talked about it. In fact, he knew the day was coming, so reservations needed to be made. But, time gets in the way, we get busy, and the phone call was put aside. That time lapse cost us a “no room at the inn”.

So, plan “B” would have to do.  I was not thrilled at plan “B”, it meant there would be no special time to dress chic and trendy, travel to our favorite spot, and enjoy one of the best meals in Southern Indiana. In essence; there would be no festivities…home would have to do.

Now, please permit me a minute to just ponder on the page here…

1. I love my home. I love being in my home. I love making a home. Nine times out of ten, give me my home.

2. I love to cook. I live to cook. I love the way it makes my home smell. I love to savor the finished product and simply swoon over the the whole process of yeast, flour, eggs, butter, and sugar. I love whisking away the browned bits of seared meat into a savory reduction to pour over a perfectly cooked filet…oh the love…

3. I have a deep affection for setting the table. I love setting a table. My table is a palette of love…  China, stoneware, crystal, brass, silver, wood and iron. It’s creative. It’s giving elegance. It’s a place to gather with my beloved family.

All of this makes me, fortunate. Yes, fortunate, blessed, satisfied, and content.

But on that night, again, not so long ago…when there was “no room at the inn”…

I began an evening of blessedness.

We sat down, held hands and prayed. We delighted in His presence, for He was delighting in us. His plan had unfolded. We participated in “the Table set before us”. 

It was a table of reminisce, a table of love, a table of sacrifice. It was a table where a “cord of three strands” was evident, strong, and growing stronger.

When there is “no room at the inn”, a great thing is birthed. His plans are made known. His grace is sufficient. His love covers all things. A place where we once again find, there is no greater Sacrifice…

Truly, this was a Table of Grace…

It was right here, in my own house…

The Table of Grace, where we gather and pray, and partake…

join the Table of Grace…it is a journey, and a place where all are welcome and satisfied…

Taste and see that the Lord is good…Psalm 34:8

Broken Pieces and Slivers of Light…and fear

One day it will happen. It is most unavoidable. No matter where you are in life, there comes a day when a shattering takes place.
Remember you are the clay… He is the Potter.
You are dust.
You are grass.
You are fragile.
That’s the flesh and bone of it.
You are held by His molding hands on the Wheel of grace and continually bathed in the Water of Life..
You go through the fire, you feel strong on the other side, yet you can be broken in a million pieces…even on the other side of strong.
Is that where you are?
I want to know.
I’ve been there.

I walked in on my broken pieces. I was taken back by the fragility of flesh, startled at the broken remains staring me in the face.
It was a quiet room. There were no windows , only a door. The door was cracked, letting in a sliver of light. The light reflected the jagged pieces of myself, lying there on the floor.
It was time. Time to pick up each piece, time to decide what fit and what didn’t.
There were many pieces that I loved. I almost cherished the way they looked, the way they had always made me feel; they were familiar, they were comfort. But when I tried to make them fit, they left shards of glass in this flesh. These old familiar pieces , these comfortable parts of me; the ones I always liked, simply didn’t fit… I had some gaping holes in my flesh.
How about you? Do you have any gaping holes?
Round and round and round went the Wheel of grace.
Bathed in the Water, I had to learn, once again; I am not my own. I was bought with a price. To run the race is to gain. To lose is to gain.
My gaping holes have not been filled with new theology or new prophetic words… They have not been filled with works or even the Body…
My gaping holes have been filled by the Potter. He has filled me with Joy! Peace! Strength! Faith! Love! Wisdom!
So when that day comes and you find yourself staring at your thousand pieces, know this- you, put back together, is a better you. Some pieces won’t belong… And it’s okay. On this life journey, Jesus is always along for the ride. His hands are on you. His plan for you is more than you could dream of asking…His love for you is always. Always.
If you walk into that quiet room, and you find yourself startled, do not fear. Do you see that door? Do you see that sliver of light? Stretch out your hand and let your fingers close around the knob; then swing with all your might…
Let the Light of peace, joy, strength, love, faith and wisdom drench your sweet soul and journey on to be the best ‘you’ He has called you to be!

Jeremiah says it best…
For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you, plans for for hope, plans for a future…29:11; paraphrased only slightly😊

The Back Burner Church

Tags

, , , , , , ,

I get a little “meh” when it comes to the “Church.”

Call me lazy, call me tacky, call me wayward, call me fallen away, but here’s my deal.

I’ve put church on the Back Burner.

It is a proven fact; we can rally with the best of them. We can organize anything from a pot luck dinner for 200 to a march for 2,000.

We can lend our hands and even get them dirty. We can pray 24/7 and fast from three to forty days.

We can sing great songs that wrench your heart with conviction, or praise; we will take either one.

We minister, prophesy, and deliver from evil.

Our biggest gestures come in the form of being the “hands and feet” of Christ; as so we are called to do.

But me, I’m tired of that.

It’s not working for me.

What! How can that be? How can that not work for you!??

Believe me, I know what you are thinking as you are reading this. I’ve thought of the same things. I’ve beaten myself up for my lack luster faith. Or so you may call it.

My knees are skinned, my eyes shadowed, my vigor waned, and my heart bruised by this thing called “church” or dare I say, “christianity”.  My Bible pages are worn and torn over searching for my indiscretion, trying to find the “why” of it all. My mouth is dry and parched over the lamenting and grieving over what I thought was my identity, my ministry, my life. Don’t you see, I poured myself into “christianity”.  Thoughts of “great things for God”, pulsed through my veins. “Bearing much fruit”, was the flush to my cheeks.

I thought I had it down pat. To a “T” you might say…

But one day, it stopped working for me …

and I put church on the Back Burner.

I simply recoiled from life, and I recoiled from church.  And believe me, when you recoil from something that has been so ingrained to your daily life, you begin to question every last cell of your DNA…

Some might call it a “falling away”… or call you a “back slider”.

That my friends is the farthest thing from the Truth. You don’t fall away, you don’t back slide…you put church on the Back Burner… and then you dig deep. Deep into the heart of the One who created you. It is a must. It is a necessary thing to find the heart of the One.

Over the last two years, I’ve grown up a bit. My relationship with Jesus is a whole new thing. The One challenged me to mature while sitting on the Back Burner, in a very quiet sort of way.

Now days, I pour myself into Jesus. I pour myself into this life He’s given me. My joy is unspeakable. I relish every moment, every second and count every cost. I don’t worry about tomorrow. I don’t worry about the next speaking engagement, the next book I will write, or what else can I do…

Maybe one day I will jump back into the frying pan, but for now-

I just live on the Back Burner…

The Back Burner Church, known to those who come, as The Living Room…

A New Year’s Resolution

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

I was thirty-five years old when I received some of the best advice in my life.

It was not solicited, nor was it expected. But on the certain Sunday, fifteen years ago, my messenger arrived with a very personal word of instruction…

I was sitting in my church, minding my own business, ready to be dismissed when by leaps and bounds she came; literally. Eyes focused on me; she pushed her way through the crowd. I knew she was coming for me and quite frankly I didn’t know whether to stay put or run for my life!

I looked and there was nowhere to go, nothing to shamefully distract me, and no one to hide behind. What was a girl to do?

I was the target of a mission. A holy one at that.

Funny, as I look back, it was the fight or flight syndrome that ensued, yet when the Lord decides you are His mark, there is nowhere to run and there is nowhere to hide.

Time to put your big girl panties on.

She made her way to me and said, I have been praying for you and I have something to tell you.

Oh my. I wasn’t ready. ‘Cause deep in my gut I knew things were about to change.

I was a target of a holy mission.

So here it was…ready or not the arrow had been released.

“For the next six months, pray God’s will for your life. Nothing else. Got it? Nothing…”

It hit me hard. That arrow went straight for the heart; mine. It hit its mark, for the piercing pain when it did, screamed of change.

I had to sit for a moment.

And then, I smiled. I smiled as if nothing hurt. I smiled as if this wrecking ball really didn’t shatter my dreams. I smiled, and said, “okay, I will”…

The rest of that Sabbath day, I wrung my hands just as my heart had been wrung.  I did not know what to do…I could argue, I could ignore, I could simplify, or I could submit to that arrow and the pain.

I was the target of a holy mission.

But that night, I got down on my knees and said these words…

“I pray God’s will for my life”.

That’s all I could muster up. A tiny, little, feeble, weak prayer. My heart wasn’t even in it.

For the next, oh, I don’t know; maybe three months, that is all I prayed. Just those measly seven words.

There was power in those seven words. Power. There was change in those seven words. Change.

I am forever grateful for the woman, the message, the mission.

I am forever grateful that He chose to make me His target.

And I found there is no greater prayer than that tiny, little, feeble, weak, seven word prayer.

Are you brave?

Do you have courage?

Would you like your best life?

Then consider yourself a target of a holy mission.

I will be the messenger.

Pray God’s will for your life. Nothing else. Got it? Nothing….

Get ready for incredible New Year!

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 315 other followers