claimedbylove:

We belong to the LIVING God.

Let’s stop living like He’s dead. 

There is power in Him.


So, when I say to you, ‘I love you,’ and then I say God loves you too, please understand the difference. When I love you, and you refuse to love me, I hurt because I have lost something. When I say to you, ‘God loves you,’ and you refuse to love God, God hurts too. God hurts not because He has lost something. God hurts because you have lost something. That is the purity of His love in the value that He places upon you, and if you ask anybody what goodness means they’ll tell you, ‘to desire a thing for its own sake.’

If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.

I Corinthians 3:17

I should read I Corinthians more.  God gives plenty of verses there to motivate us, if we meditate on them, to avoid giving into temptations that I’ve given into in the pass.


Refine me.

unembellishedthought:

I frequently hear the phrase ‘God’s not finished with me/you yet’ passed around in Christian conversations. I always took that as an encouragement not to give up on pursuing obedience and righteousness, because ‘He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.’ This phrase has lost its rosy glow for me in the past year or so. Not to say it is something I do not like to hear or think on, still. I have just found a deeper meaning in it than I knew before. To me, God’s not being finished in me is much more than an encouragement, it is an often painful promise my Father makes to me as His child.

When I was a young child, I recall a person in my life telling me that I should pray to God and ask Him for whatever it was I wanted. This advice coincided in timing with a Sunday school lesson about Solomon, the wisest man who had ever lived. Solomon had the chance to ask anything of God, anything at all, and he chose wisdom, a quality that is inherent to the nature of God Himself. I remember at that time resolving to begin praying for wisdom. After all, it worked so well for Solomon, right? I mean he got a castle full of riches, cool friends like the Queen of Sheba and a ton of beautiful women for company, he was super smart, could resolve the trickiest of arguments, and was super wise to boot. So, 7 year old me reasoned that at least a few friends, a loving future husband, the ability to bring my parents back together, and a Victorian style home could be in the works if I asked for wisdom.

Flash forward to today. I am a perpetually single, 22 year old woman with divorced parents who is soon to be renting a room in a Barbie pink, Victorian home. I question the wisdom of my own (and admittedly sometimes others’) choices and actions seemingly nonstop. I find myself in a multiplicity of difficult situations, hoping for just a shred of godly insight into one of them that might clue me in on how to respond in a wise manner, making peace and allowing me to finally sleep through the night without invasive thoughts interrupting my slumber.

Last Sunday night, I was on the verge of giving up entirely and giving in to the lure of spending the next few weeks in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I rationalized that I didn’t very much like anything in my life at this point, nothing was pleasant, everything seemed to be becoming increasingly difficult, people and my response to them aggravated me, I felt perplexed over my next steps, and unable to resolve any of the problems I was able to see (and who knows how many more lied under the tip of that iceberg). I managed to struggle through the week, knowing I had a four day escape if I could only make it to the end of Wednesday.

This weekend was nothing short of an absolute Godsend.

I was able to spend time physically away from the place where the majority of my current difficulties stem from, and therefore could isolate and tackle personal thoughts and misconceptions that have been driving a few circumstances back home.

Resolve. It has been a foreign concept for a little while, but it resurfaced and flourished under the patient ear and response of a dear friend. Courage grew in the same way. But I’d say the most encouragement came from the reminder that I am not held responsible for the things I wish I was given or have not been given. I am responsible to the Lord for what I do with what He gives, not for what others place upon me that has not been given to me by Him. My calling is to glorify Him, not please others who attempt to manipulate me using guilt. I am learning that guilt itself betrays the bearer as untrue, because my Father has declared me free from condemnation upon seeing the blood of His Son covering me.

Perhaps, one of the greatest things I can gain in this world is the same thing I asked for as a misdirected 7 year old. Maybe wisdom is a side effect of God working to shape me in the midst of difficulty and pain; a character quality that is more desirable than riches. Wisdom, a lens that changes the view of the wearer, is not so much a means to receiving my deepest longings- but a way to reshape my longings by showing their actual worth or lack thereof.

“From where, then, does wisdom come? And where is the place of understanding? It is hidden from the eyes of all living and concealed from the birds of the air. Abaddon and Death say, ‘We have heard a rumor of it with our ears.’ God understands the way to it, and he knows its place. For he looks to the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens. When he gave to the wind its weight and apportioned the waters by measure, when he made a decree for the rain and a way for the lightning of the thunder, then he saw it and declared it; he established it, and searched it out. And he said to man, ‘Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom, and to turn away from evil is understanding.’”
(Job 28:20-28)

He’s not finished with me yet.


Please keep NYC in your prayers and NYU Hospital which has lost it’s power as well and its backup generators have failed. Pray for the patients and staff!


The Book of Esther

Could we rename it as the book of irony?

Haman comes to ask the king about killing Mordecai and the king has him honour Mordecai.

Haman builds a gallows for Mordecai but hangs from them himself.


If sinners are only loved by the world they why would they believe that God loves them?

They don’t care about what you say till they know how much you care.


Forget the Spirit

I don’t want to hate you
But I might want to care a little less
To not have my heart pray every moment for you
And defend you from everything that might hurt you

God should be my focus and what I love most
He is the Lord of my life
I want to move on from here
Yet my emotions are halted here

I can forget how tall you are
I can forget your stubble
I can forget your manly smell
I can forget the comfort of your arms

Why can’t I forget how you would beat me at Risk and Mafia
Or how we spoke of doctrine late into the night
Or how we deeply over think a character before writing a post?
Why can’t I forget your kreein’ spirit?

Am I to carry this connection forever
Or does God have another plan?
Oh Lord, please make this plain
Because I hate standing here midway between lover and sister in Christ


mikeclevenger:

“Forgive me for being so ordinary while claiming to know so extraordinary a God.”

Jim Elliot


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Restoring Respect: Writing Fan Fiction and LARPing

Days like the days I was at the sci fi convection, I lived as my persona would have for the most part. I did some LARPing.

When I was home I would write fan fiction. Not something that has all the characters sleeping together. I like to have one original character and few cannon characters.

I know I’m writing a more important story. Everyday a heavenly pen is writing my every action on earth in a book that will be read at the end of time. Its not fiction but it is the story of a woman trying to live the role that God has for her out of love for Him.

There is very little difference between the two. I think of the words of the Casting Crowns’ song, “I wanna sign Your [God’s] name at the end of this day.” But the song is wrong about when we can sign His name.

If we have accepted His forgiveness He has taken every action and sin we do in a day. He has signed His name on my days in His blood. I think of the illustration of God’s forgiveness given by Joshua Harris in I Kissed Dating Goodbye of Jesus overwriting Joshua’s name with His own on the acts that Joshua had done in his life.

Are your days ones that you feel ashamed to have Jesus call His? Are you sure you are forgiven? I know for sure my days are forgiven, I’m still not proud of some of the days I give to Jesus, but I’m sure of my status with Him. You can be too. Message me and I can get back to you it you can talk to your pastor.