Primitive Art

Alright.  I started another blog.  I had to.

Raising Three Wise Men was and is my official first blog.  I love it.  It plots the course of our family life- Chad and I raising our three boys to be good Christian men of integrity.  However, there are times that I felt an inspiration, a desire, a need to blog about things that didn't quite fit into this category.  I needed another place to chart MY journey. 

I've been inspired, and this blog is me, and my goal is to be as transparent and true as I can be.  I think honesty is Art, merely in it's most primitive form.
You know that I am a Christian and that isn't new, but my relationship with God is.  Everyday.  Without Him I am nothing.  Before Him there were times I literally refused to get up to face another day.  But most recently the Holy Spirit has gotten a hold of me.  At first I thought (I hate admitting this but, I DID promise only truth here) that his only use was once in awhile in church.  But having the Spirit operate in your life is like working out a muscle and the more you use it, the stronger you get.  And there's simply so much more to it than just Sunday mornings!  Every time I heed the Spirit's call I take one more step out onto the water.  He tests my faith, my obedience, and sometimes my patience.  I've made a choice to listen to him and am determined to put my hand to the plow and not look back.  I don't know what the Spirit has next for me, but I can't wait to see what God's got planned and how he's gonna get me there.

"In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people..."  Acts 2:17

This is happening.  It is happening now.  I am not talking about the end of the world, because who knows when that will be, it could be another 500 years.  But I DO know that the Holy Spirit is gaining ground on this earth.  Aslan is on the move.  If you are not seeing revival, start praying.  There's been a change.  It will come your way.  It is not as obvious as in the past, but people are being set free in ways you wouldn't believe possible.

Just as the Pharisees could not see Jesus for who he really was, do not allow yourself to be blinded to who the Holy Spirit is.  He is real and he is with us.

Stronger Than My Heart- This is from a song by Rend Collective called "More than Conquerors".
It gave voice to how I'm changing.  I can't say that I've "changed" in the past tense, because it is forever occurring, never finished.  You see, I have a strong heart.  I am not talking myocardium here, but my Will.  My emotions.  Ask my husband, that poor man!  My problem is that emotions and willpower have ruled me surreptitiously all my life.  I'm pretty intense (yea, it's somewhat a "girl thing", but doesn't have to be!)  I hated feeling like I was a prisoner to the swelling of my emotions.
As I work on myself I find that I CAN fight the desires of my heart and become a better person, and better understand those around me. Through his viewpoint I see that most people that hurt or attempt to destroy or discredit me are they themselves seething with old wounds, hurts, and fears.  My solution?  Not drugs or psychotherapy.  Something so simple, it's sad how long it took for me to figure it out.  I've found the only Someone who is actually Stronger Than My Heart.