Doors

I've been thinking quite a bit lately about putting my testimony down on paper. I have so many testimonies about what God has done in my life, that were I to tell all of the good, kind, and merciful things that God has done in my life to show me He loves me, I would probably be writing for the rest of my life. So, in my head, I have been trying to narrow it down.

I was thinking about these things this morning when I went downstairs to get something. I was drawn to a boring wood plank door that used to be the bathroom door. Several years ago, I covered this door with pictures of people. Not just ANY people, but MY people. My family. My ancestors. My descendents. To me, this door represents history. My history. It represents who I am and where I've been. My family, and where they have been. It's not just a physical reminder of the past, it's also a reminder of things spiritual. The spiritual paths that my family has walked.

As I was thinking about all these things: my testimony and my past, my family's history, and the spiritual paths we have walked, God pointed out to me that door represents PAST history. It's an important door to remember, but now it is time to create a door that represents the FUTURE. What will that door look like? What will it hold?

As I begin to imagine this door, I see it covered in fields of wheat, ready for the harvest. I see me represented as a big green John Deere harvester. I see Jesus as Lord of the Harvest, waiting to direct me; and I am ready, and wanting to start.

Prince of Peace

Oh my gosh(!), my Prince has come! My Prince of Peace has come and he's at my house. It's so weighty in here I can hardly stand it. I feel like I'm drunk and I'm heavy and I'm going to melt all over the place. Wow! This has never happened before...Prince of Peace...of the increase of his ggovernment and peace there will be no end. I'm lovin this.