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"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." Romans 8:15

Monday, May 18, 2009

Kind Father.

My Father is the sweetest Father alive. I love how He has knitted and transformed what were once ugly painful things in my life into things of beauty and love and splendor.

As a child my parents divorced when I was 3 years old. It was a point of severe trauma and shock for me during which I stopped eating and sleeping normally. It became a wound that would not heal until decades later. During my childhood, I cried myself to sleep nearly every night with a Father wound and an orphaned heart. The pain was nearly overwhelming...But...

Years later my Father in heaven began to reveal His love to me in supernatural encounters. I spent countless hours and journeys upon journeys with Him. He would take me places, show me things, show me His love for me, dance with me, sing over me, wash me in His love, and eventually I became transformed into a princess, a daughter of the Beautiful Kind King of all Kings!

My journey wouldn't end there though. Justice would be served to the enemy as my heavenly Father began to restore all that had been lost by birthing deep compassion in my heart for orphaned children who also had experienced the pain of abandonment and rejection. I longed with a deep longing to give them a safe place to be restored to be healed and to KNOW THE LOVE OF THE FATHER. I took the message to the nations. I preached to and prayed over thousands of orphaned children...telling them that they were not actually orphans, but in fact they were ROYAL SONS AND DAUGHTERS. I prayed for them to receive the beautiful Spirit of Adoption.

Then the Lord took me into an encounter where He asked me to "please bring my lost children home." I began having dreams and visions of orphaned children. I would wake up from these dreams crying. Then He told me to call the ministry to do this, "My Father's House." I sorta thought the name was boring and not very appealing to the "world". haha. But he confirmed it in beautiful ways over and over to me...so I accepted the name.

Last night I had a memory. I remembered that as a child, during the painful period of my life, everytime I made a wish throwing a coin into the fountain, wishing upon a star, wishing for a birthday, I wished that God would give us a big white house and my parents would get back together and we would all live happily ever after. While that wish never came true the way that I imagined it...

The Lord told me last night that He was giving me the house. My Father's House.

Wow. How the Lord works in mysterious ways so much higher than our ways. He is so beautiful kind and faithful. He takes the deep things of our hearts and weaves them together into a beautiful tapestry of His grace and faithfulness. How I love Him. How I adore Him. How thankful I am to have walked with Him my whole life and to see His hand upon my life turning pain into beauty, turning mourning into a dance of praise.

In whatever things have led to disappointment or to discouragement, know that God is a God of restoration, justice, faithfulness and works and weaves all things together for our good...and for the good of others...

1 comment:

Rhonda said...

Beautiful...thank you for sharing this.