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Reunited.

I don’t know if you have missed me, but I have missed you!  Having two trips back to back on weekends took me away from this blog and put me in an unusual funk.  This morning, in prayer, I asked the Lord if I was to ever write my blog again – I felt Him telling me if I would just sit still long enough it might happen!

So here I am, sitting still.  Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Thinking back, the “funk” started BEFORE my last trip to Kansas City for a reunion of my mom’s family.  This was an impromptu reunion – in my mother’s honor and also in honor of her mother, my grandmother, who turned 95 last June.  Some of us hadn’t seen each other since my mom’s funeral in 2006. 

I’m not going to lie to you, I was apprehensive about going.  I have never felt confident in my mother’s family and since we had grown apart, less confident than ever.  My insecurities and fears held me captive to where I was afraid I would revert back to who I was – who I USED TO BE – and NOT be who I had become.

Insecure.  Materialistic.  Prideful.  Selfish.  And those are the ones I will admit to you.  God however?  He had a different plan.

Have you ever wondered if when you go back that you might become who you were – if you would revert back?  Back before Jesus?  Back to ick and muck and no faith and bondage?  I think THAT was my biggest fear – Debi, are you REALLY the child of God that you believe you are?  Even when you go back?

Its easy to be a woman of God when you are surrounded by women of God.  God knew, however, that this was going to be a weekend in His Honor – He prepared me, sent me and stayed with me.  This was all about Him – NOT ME – and oh, how blessed it was!

Smiles and hugs met me and my heart melted.  Stories told, tears and laughter.  Pictures and memories shared.  Secrets revealed.  We shared God’s Word, discussed it – prayed.  Even with opposition, love overcame.  For the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob or Clem, Louis, Gloria and Debra had something else in mind for all of us – a reuniting of our spirits – a reminder of who we were IN HIM – and who He has called us to be.

The old Debi?  She’s gone. She’s been filled with the Holy Spirit.  OH, she’s older and wider now, but she’s truly free – free from who she used to be.

2 Cor 5:17:  Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, SHE is a new creation, the old had gone, the new has come.


Romans 8:14-15:  Therefore, SISTERS, we have an obligation – but it is NOT to the sinful nature, to live according to it, for if you live according to the sinful nature, you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of your body, you will live because those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons (daughters) of God.  For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the spirit of sonship –
 and by Him we cry, Abba Father.

(My emphasis on both verses, obviously!)

 
Abba Father, bless these that read this blog – may You remind us that in You we can remain WHO You have called us to be!  In Your Precious Name, Amen.

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  1. I admit it, I missed you...

    4 "Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated. You will forget the shame of your youth and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood.
    Isaiah 54:4

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  2. Thank you for your transparency as it gives me hope and encouragement in my struggles to live out in faith who I am in Christ...in ALL situations! I missed being with you all, but am so glad God was there :) (He always is.)

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