wanted to share..... i've sorta taken a semi- people break the last few days.... had to do a few "have to things" like Phil's boss's Christmas party tonight... it's late and i really need to sleep... but was feeling ya all..... and ya'all's prayers... THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! after crying and being frustrated for seemingly weeks....... Friday night at Stephens "release party"... there really was a release in the Spirit....i just went into thrash mode in dance... they went into this warfare drum thing (thought you'd like that paul!)------- it was stoked! (and it's not as though i was taking any authority stuff... i wasn't even thinking on that level....) just drums of the tribe...... blasting a way into 3rd heaven... then it went into some steep instrumental stuff that put me flat out on the floor..... and though it doesn't change some of the stuff i'm walking back into on Tuesday..... it sort of refocused my sight..... THAT ALL OF THIS IS NOT PASSING BY HIM UN-AWARE.....
I felt the Fog of War part.... some of you are familiar with that term... but for those of you that aren't.. it's the place in a fire fight when the smoke from the battle becomes so thick you can't even see your hand in front of your face.... all constants become variables.... and when your shooting you can't even see what your shooting at.... (nor can others... so that's where friendly fire can really do havoc)
I know that HE is my constant... in the storm.... HE is the Northern Star..... and HE doesn't change...... even when my emotions are rocking harder than any sea could.
Phil and i watched 911 today... middle of the afternoon.... and i cried for like 3 hours...... it was crushing... and most of ya all know the stuff i was getting before it happened..... so watching it was like Friday nights worship.... but in this realm....... intense.... raw.... painful.... powerful... and passionate. It just reminded me that our life is but a vapor.....and yet..... it is so precious.
But that part really hit my spirit hard. - he walked straight into the rubble when the "search was called off because it was night"- He didn't just numb out to the surroundings.... he saw everything.... and yet went searching for ANYONE still alive in all of that. When he found the 2 guys.... in the middle of the dialogue.... he shouted "i'm a Marine.... YOU are our mission".
Our mission is still the same.... Isaiah 61 ---
"The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me because God anointed me.
He sent me to preach good news to the poor, heal the heartbroken, announce freedom to all captives, pardon all prisoners. God sent me to announce the year of his grace- a celebration of God's destruction of our enemies and comfort all who morn. To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of languid spirit. Rename them "Oaks of Righteousness" planted by God to display his glory........." (The Message)
Old orders are still good orders!
The primary directive of the enemy is always the same.... To steal, kill & destroy.....
Let's keep focus ... and carry out ours!
That's where i'm at.... thanks to your prayers.... much love beloved! cathryn