Chupie Crew

Week two and I am still high as a kite! I have happy feet and I am sure if I had dancing shoes I would wear them.

First off, this post contains 3 sections. You are currently reading section one and if you stop now you will save yourself minutes of your life that you can never get back… or can you? But if you keep reading you will discover section one is the summary area of this post who love me 15 minutes much. The second section entitled “Who’s your Daddy?” is for people curious about my personal growth. Then section three entitled “What you see is What you Get” is an advertisement for anyone interested in my hand in marriage. That was a joke… It is a section of a sermon from school that I really loved.

Okay 15 minute crew here we go. School is amazing and I cry everyday as the Lord messages me into who He wants me to become. Right now school is focused heavily on how we perceive God and what our relationship looks like. “How we see God determines what we receive from God.” This is very stretching for my heart but I love it!!!!

I joined the set up and tear down crew for school. We set up and tear down the chairs… My captain is named Danny and his wife Lou is from England and one of my new favorites. I have decided I am a true American because if you have a British accent I am immediately drawn to you like a moth to a flame. What a goober. Our team is awesome and I ended up with a fiercely competitive bunch. We named our team “The Chupie Crew”. This name comes from the infamous el Chupacabra from Mexico a truly noble beast. What’s that, you’ve never heard of such a magical creature before? Then please educate yourself by clicking on this link. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chupacabra And now you know. And knowing is half the battle.

Prayer requests are as follows. Pray the Lord will show me the purpose He created uniquely for me, reveals his love for me, I can retain all this without exploding, and that I will be found worthy for the mantle placed on my life. Also pray for my roommates (Heather, Rachael, April), my classmates, my teachers, my pastors, and the congregation at Bethel that so lovingly puts up with us.

That’s it for this section. So for you summary people I love you and call me cause I want to hear your beautiful voices.


Who’s You’re Daddy

Okay so week two here we go. As usual it was an awesome week but to be honest it didn’t start so great. Sunday night we had a Holy Spirit service. What that meant was we showed up to school and then we just waited on the Holy Spirit to direct us from there. So we started to worship and then continued to worship for 2 hours. It was great.

Well then the person who is leading says something to the effect of, “I really feel like there are some people here who haven’t ever really felt the love of God as a father.” It was like someone punched me in the stomach. “We just want to pray for and allow you to have that experience.” So they prayed and for the next 2 hours I cried. It wasn’t a happy freedom cry either it was a messy, snotty, I am so mad right now cry. The last song they played was like an Irish jig and everyone is rejoicing and dancing and I am in the corner in a puddle and mad. I didn’t exactly feel loved.

So Monday I prayed and felt a bit better but still a bit confused.

Tuesday came and it was time for school. One of the pastors Mark begins his talk entitled “Who’s your daddy?” I was thought well God’s still got my number. He goes onto explain how we see God is going to determine what we receive from God. In the parable of the talents the wicked servant who saw the Lord as a hard man received a hard punishment. The Lord began to show me how I saw are relationship. I am a soldier and what he says I will do. No love necessary, no emotional exchange just me doing what he wanted no questions asked. That is a bad attitude. It also provides a shallow pool with which to love others. My mind was blown. The way truth was spoken pierced my soul like a sword. We prayed and did some basic deliverance from lies about how the Father saw us. Then we sat on the floor and waited for Him to show up. He showed me a picture of my heart having bad spots peeled off like a potato (hence the 2 hour cry-fest on Sunday). Then He showed me a picture of Himself sitting next to me and rubbing my back. I am truly loved by God and this heart revelation is amazing!

What You See is What You Get

Here is a lesson from one of my teachers Kris. This is the readers digest version but I think you will enjoy it.

It comes out of Genesis 30. Jacob asks his payment to be all the speckled and spotted offspring of Laban’s heard. Laban says ok and Jacob takes the flock away to mate.

37Then Jacob took fresh rods of poplar and almond and plane trees, and peeled white stripes in them, exposing the white which was in the rods.

38He set the rods which he had peeled in front of the flocks in the gutters, even in the watering troughs, where the flocks came to drink; and they mated when they came to drink.

39So the flocks mated by the rods, and the flocks brought forth striped, speckled, and spotted.

What the flock saw it reproduced and that is the same for us. What we see in our minds and the thoughts we keep there shape who we are. If you spend your whole life trying not to be something guess what has been in your head your whole life. Guess what you’ll become. If you serve the Lord for love instead of from love you are living under the curse of performance. That same curse is what the devil used on Adam and Eve. If you do something you will be like God. When a few verses before it says they were created in God’s image already. What are you called? What do you call yourself? Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will take away your future. The Lord calls you his child and his beloved. To believe anything else is to be like an eagle raised with chickens. Always pecking and wobbling not knowing you can fly. Do you call yourself a sinner? The good news is your not. The cross didn’t just take away your sin it gave you a new self. We are saints saved by grace. The question is, are we still gonna live like chickens? Our bondage stems from an identity crisis. We have forgotten who are daddy is.

I hope this makes since. It is a little scatter brained. If you would like me to explain something more in depth give me a call on my cell. If you would like to call and argue call my land line at 9-1-1.