Archive | March 25, 2016

Good Friday Encouragement

This morning of Good Friday, I normally have off from my job, as our employer offers that day as a paid Holiday day off.     Due to the enormous amount of workload our department has been facing lately,  I realized that though I would much prefer to kick my shoes off and take it easy  instead of  having to drag myself to work on a paid Holiday, I knew that the Lord was extending to me this opportunity to think of others besides my own comfort level.     To pick up my cross for Him, even in my every day job..  Working this Friday as well as tomorrow to help get the extra work load out before Monday is not something my flesh enjoys doing.   It is very tiring and physically demanding,  and in my job, I am on my feet constantly with swollen ankles;   There are no chairs provided where I work so that the production work will get out faster.

This Friday I was planning on taking advantage of my “day off” and sleeping in, enjoying my “free day” off from work.,    until I saw how slammed we were with extra accounts that my company suddenly acquired, meaning a much more heavier workflow than we formerly had.     Many of my coworkers will not pick up the slack..   refusing to give up their long weekends… but the Lord was asking me to do my part.

I was reminded by Him that in our Easter feasting,  our Easter Egg hunts, and our shopping sprees for this years’ new Sunday outfit , that we lose sight of what and Who Easter truly represents. .       Easter was actually   never called “Easter” in the first place, but should be called ‘Ressurection Day”,  as the word “Easter” is derived from “Ishtar”… a Babylonian god of fertility.   That somehow got mixed in with the Christian aspects of this period  throughout the ages., and has contributed in causing us to lose sight of Jesus Christ.        Lent, Maunday Thursday, Good Friday, and Ressurection Sunday were intended to commerate what our Lord, Jesus Christ endured for us..the Price He was willing to pay to purchase us with His blood..     to allow His body to be broken and to suffer unimaginable suffering so that we could be saved.. and to show us the way back to His.. and through Him , OUR Heavenly Father.       It is a “holiday” that should teach us the value of The Cross..  the value of picking up our cross daily to follow Him., to share in His sufferings.   And did our Lord ever suffer!    His cross was more than the cross He was nailed to ,  but His cross started the day He was born, and He carried it each time He toiled in the carpenter shop,  or  travelled hungry on the dry dusty roads from village to village..   His was a thankless solitary life on this Earth, but He willingly embraced His cross.. for love of the Father and love for us all to the end of time.

With this perspective in mind,  it is not possible for me to whine and complain that I am giving up a Good Friday to “pick up my cross”.. however tiny it is compared to our Lord’s greater Cup He drank from.    To share with our Lord this little cross of labor with Him, so that I can then share with Him in His resurrection.

Before heading off to work this Good Friday morning, I felt the Holy Spirit lead me to open Clare’s website, http://ourladylightofthewoods.org/index.php?pool=11   for a message He wanted me to have this day.. before I head off to work with Him.      Opening that website, generated an automatic message for that day, and this is what I opened to !

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Wow.. Enough said..   because the Lord said it all .   May Jesus be honored and glorified in all of our lives..

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He Who Leads

Pitter-Patter-Raindrops

I found myself swallowed in jealous hurt.  I read about someone who clearly had a prophetic gift, with very detailed dreams and visions learning secrets. Rather than be excited about what they had to share, to my shame, I was horrified.

Driven to my savior, I cried. Clearly I wasn’t faithful enough or smart enough or willing to give enough to have God use me to such an extent as this other person. I also knew I was wrong to want what someone else had, but it would be dishonest to deny what I was thinking. I repented and wept.  My prayers were interrupted by the needs of someone else and I came back to my conversation with the Lord a while later.
He met me with kindness before I could get myself all churned up again. I closed my eyes and there He was. He wore a dark blue suit, His hair long and pulled back at His nape. I also wore dark blue (symbolic of the midnight hour, I think, on God’s timeclock and my favorite color to wear – my impression was a two fold purpose in the color) a long, flowing gown. We were dancing, graceful, sweeping movements as the light from the golden room reflected around me, seeming to dance too. I felt safe, loved and treasured. He spoke as we danced, not missing a beat.
“YOU minister to Me. Teach others about My love and how to love Me. Comparing yourself to others is a trap that you stepped in.” He guided me easily through intricate steps I still don’t know. “You are surrounded by traps on all sides.  You keep your eyes on Me and I will show you where to step.”
I thought of my own effort to learn to dance and how I would get confused if I looked at my feet. I had to look to the one leading me to keep up.
To my thoughts, He said “Exactly.”
Shared by Rhonda J.

Consoling our Lord: A Vision from Him

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We spent some very romantic time with the Lord today. I came into prayer just to be with Him and love Him and really wanted to distract Him away from the sorrows and offered Him to run away somewhere with me escaping from the reality of the world together. And in that very instance I started seeing a vision of us sailing in a boat down a river with water lilies all over the water, Jesus was paddling towards the shore, smiling at me. We were both dressed in the 19th century style clothes, I also had a light white umbrella in my hand (the one they used from the sun). I touched the water. It felt so nice. When He stepped out on the shore, He took my hand gently and helped me to get out of the boat and picked me up in His hands and started carrying towards the wood where there had already been prepared everything for a picnick. As we sat down I saw squirrels running down to me one by one, I was so cought up and amazed as I always wanted to feed them on the earth but they would never come close enought… and here they came right into my hands without a hint of a fear of man and I began crying from happiness, because everything what was happening felt to be real indeed and the feelings I had were very very real! Jesus was sitting beside me watching my joy from feeding the squirrels))) I was like a little child))) When I finished, I saw a delicious looking cream cake but all I could really think about was Jesus and the only desire I had was to cuddle into His arms and to gently love Him with all of my heart, soul, mind and strenght. He hugged me and helped me with the cake from His hand and then I took another piece and helped Him too. I forgot myself in that moment. It was Heavenly…
God bless,
Olga
Shared by Olga  Svarychevskaya