I feel like we have many layers of who we are. Over time we must shed some in order to gain new skin. We become the caterpillar and the butterly over and over again. Are you a caterpillar today or a butterfly? Me, I am a caterpillar. I am wrapped up in my cozy little cocoon as my whole life crumbles apart in my crooked lil shack. All the while holding on to the gifts of the spirit. Mainly FAITH. Mainly HOPE.
Gifts of the Spirit 1 Corinthians 12:8–10
- Word of wisdom
- Word of knowledge
- Faith
- Gifts of healings
- Miracles
- Prophecy
- Distinguishing between spirits
- Tongues
- Interpretation of tongues
Let's take a look at FAITH for a moment.
Faith as small as a mustard seed. We have all heard that phrase by now. If not, you can find it HERE
What does this look like REALLY? When faith is a gift from the Spirit, it is a radical level of faith. It allows one to do something they normally may not do. It uproots like the mulberry tree and plants it in the sea! Let me share with you.
I knew in my heart I didn't belong in Indiana. I felt lost, alone, abandoned, & desperate. I was dying inside and I KNEW it. I was restless. I tried rearranging our home over and over. The restlessness did not pass. I tried changing jobs, still I was so unhappy. So restless. So alone. Whether I pushed people away or was deserted, either or, I was alone. I was restless, and I knew I did not belong there. Toxic relationships were like poison to my soul. I often would walk over to the park to sit on a small mound of sand next to the most beautiful little creek. My sympathetic soul felt bad for the creek. I apologized to it for making it feel like it wasn't good enough! I really did. See, in my heart I longed for the big wild vast OCEAN! Every thought of it took my very breath away. I was holding onto the hope of water in the middle of the desert. There was only one thing I could do.
The very last day of school for my little guys came, I loaded what I could into my Jeep, rushing a little too much for fear I might change my mind again. That I might talk myself out of it. I crammed pillows and blankets, and two bikes into that jeep! Along with what non perishables I had laying about and just a can opener. I filled my gas tank and counted the money I had left. $180.00 ... That was it. ONLY $180.00. Well, okay. I knew I needed every spare penny I could so I did not pay for my phone service, (it was a pay as you go) which left me with no way to contact anyone, no GPS. My plan was basic, old school. Travel East until I find the Ocean and South until I find home. I knew I would know it once I got there. Stay on the Highways and stop at the rest stops to check the map. Seemed easy enough. I knew that I knew that I knew ~ this was IT! The KEY I needed! The level of FAITH that had me change my life so intensely, so radically that it could only of been gifted to me by GOD. I was like a raging bull that day, and NOTHING, I do mean NOTHING was going to get in my way of finding my happiness. Finding my healing. Finding my purpose. We made it to that beach. We headed East all the way to Roanoke Virginia, then headed south all the way to Wilmington North Carolina. We made our home there. Blessings upon blessings upon blessings were showered onto us. When the time came, God once again whispered, "Move" and I did. Sometimes the method of transportation self destructs upon arrival. Which it did. But it got me where we needed to go. I strongly believe God moved us out of NC for our own safety, for our own growth, to reach the destination he has waiting for us. I am NOT at that point yet. That is why I started this blog. To share with you REAL LIFE. To share with you what gifts from the Spirit REALLY are, in real life.
I, in no way, am saying to you to do anything so radical. I am not endorsing any kind of "do as I do" mindset. What is right for me, is for me. What God has for you is for YOU.
If you are anything like me, you have questioned who or what God is. Who/what does God do. WHERE is God? In the day we live in, the age we live in, it appears the belief in God is fading. Changing, it just isn't cool to believe in age old things anymore. We have shifted into counterfeits that morph the gifts bestowed to us into following different paths, I say to you ~ that is all they are, counterfeits.
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