#3 Lady in Waiting

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Journaling: Learning to hear Gods Voice

 Infomercial here!  Being a journaler is imagining that you are on a date with Jesus, and He escorts you to "Your" heavenly library of books. If you could pick out one book today, which would you choose to read first? Mystically, your experiences have been written by the hand of God, outside of time, in the beginning, and the end of the Was was; in "I Am." Your/His written words about you were spoken/written before you poured your morning coffee and sat leaning on your prayer pillow. Journaling: writing it down, making a note; It's a divinely invaluable lifestyle. Press in, honor hearing God and what He has written about you. Join Him in Journaling. Pick up your pen or iPad today. Ok, roll your eyes at me, throw an excuse my way; I have numerous testimonies from friends and people I mentor about how much their encounters skyrocketed when they began to journal. I challenge you!

Bus Story

Computer Screenshot catching my project targets.

Chicago Artist, Sister Jane, Title is close to Blue of sky green of Ocean.

This is Jane...
​And there "She" was. Suspended breathlessly reaching what seemed floor to ceiling. Divine interruption, I'm frozen! This Lady in Waiting, the wait was no more. Halted! Noise evaporated within divine hush, kids melted, the room became singular. Selah! Pause and think about that! She was coalesced on a canvas of moist ocean blue-greens, layered with ticking smudges and specks of brown/neutral hues, with matter like oatmeal and slivers of shredded cardboard clinging to its stretched cloth. Color, new at birth, like a robin's eggs, nested. Smooth brush strokes, brilliantly painted in springtime, held, caressed and camouflage protected in the precise weave of its parent's design. The canvas cradled "her" in secret attention. Distraction was the softness of her face; smudge circled frame. Long lovely hands are embracing surf interlude. Her body is hidden, silent, no outline except a wisp of suggested fabric masked, and hue between sea-light foam over stirred sand. Pulled in hands cupped around her breast, inches above a delicate oval face with eyes glancing down. I was speechless; 

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Jane sitting on my office shelf

I found it divinely encouraging that the following year I received another invitation brochure to this Worship Conference and when I open the three-fold, my picture, "filled with joy in His presence," was smack dab in the center-fold. The fear of man lost its battle that day, and a healthy fear of God opened a floodgate towards my destiny.  

 I finally did some growing up and set my husband free years ago from my expectations and wrong doctrine, forever discovering that being "One Flesh" is a mystery of unity. A secret not birthed on earth. Our spirits are ever entwined, learning to communicate, sharing without even opening our lips. One flesh, two spirits. Don survived those days of me learning to hear God's voice; being my greatest cheerleader. God’s grace chose him for me during a season when I was unable to make a wise choice. God knew that Don had the faithfulness and strength to withstand my transformation.
Such a loving husband who has never expected me to wait for anything that Jesus wanted me to experience. 

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