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Going Backwards!
So Yes, I was the prodigal daughter. I did walk away. But now I’m
back for good. Just spending time in His Presence. There is this
concept of God having so many names. I see it as all the different
aspects of God.
If you feel bruised,
fragile and vulnerable, you don’t want the War-God to come and help
you, you want the Jehovah Rapha, the healing and nurturing God. The
Lord is my Shepard, or in more modern times – the Lord is my
creche/kindergarten teacher. They have so much patience, everything
is pretty.
So the God of the
Most High, allowing us to soar like eagles. So see our life in full
perspective, taking a step back. If you stand at the Voortrekker
Monument, with your nose rubbed against the bricks, you will see the
majesty of it, you need to take a step back.
This is why I
believe in Sabbaths. To take a step back. To re-evaluate.
This is why I love
birthdays, doing a stocktake.
This is why I love
Christmas.
This is why I love
New Years, always missing someone yes, but grateful for the love I
have had. I know God will fill it again.
The song Auld Lang
Syne, do you ever think God sings that song for us?
Longing for the
intimacy we used to have?
I think so.
Because I sang it to
Him now recently.
Me being cheeky:
“Yes Lord I know the whole middle east is a warzone, Vladimir
is using up his last strike, but please Lord, see me, pick me! I’ll
be surprisingly good for You!”
And He did.
He does.
Talking to me
through podcasts, through friends and Colossians 3:16, through dreams
of trucks and reverse.
Ain’t it amazing,
He has so much on His plate, juggles so many balls, yet He sends us
Whatsapps, through angels, or we call them friends.
He instruct people
in America to answer my why questions in my journals.
He nurtures my
Amarilla-flowers so that they can give me joy for a month.
He heals me, and He
healed my ultrasonic scaler at work, giving me a public answered
prayer, ain’t those the best ones?
He loves us more and
more daily, He gives new babies, if He was sick of us, do you think
He would have made more of us?
His invitations are
always ringing.
Open your mouth wide
– in Nadia terms – give me more, tell me more, request more.
Pour your heart out
with me – let’s do a pity party together.
I want to fill your,
all your voids (Philippians 4:16) and no I won’t be stingy, I’ll
fill it richly. Heaven is not in a recession.
Solitude is only
God’s way of fasting. I used to think that fasting, holy communion,
prophetic actions, were like pebbles against a window. Instead of
only knocking at the door, we pick up pebbles to make sure we get
attention.
Now I realized God
was doing prophetic actions with me.
Not coming with my
lists, my manifestation videos. Not seeking portholes, as if I need
more “stuff”. No for now, I’m just here Lord to have a meal
with You, to watch a movie with You, to hear about Your day. I would
like to wash Your feet, I would love to use my hair rub Your feet
dry. I’m here for you. To serve You.
I’m done seeking a
purpose, trying to leave a mark or a legacy in this world. I just
want You, not the vending machine You, just You.
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By NadiaSo Yes, I was the prodigal daughter. I did walk away. But now I’m
back for good. Just spending time in His Presence. There is this
concept of God having so many names. I see it as all the different
aspects of God.
If you feel bruised,
fragile and vulnerable, you don’t want the War-God to come and help
you, you want the Jehovah Rapha, the healing and nurturing God. The
Lord is my Shepard, or in more modern times – the Lord is my
creche/kindergarten teacher. They have so much patience, everything
is pretty.
So the God of the
Most High, allowing us to soar like eagles. So see our life in full
perspective, taking a step back. If you stand at the Voortrekker
Monument, with your nose rubbed against the bricks, you will see the
majesty of it, you need to take a step back.
This is why I
believe in Sabbaths. To take a step back. To re-evaluate.
This is why I love
birthdays, doing a stocktake.
This is why I love
Christmas.
This is why I love
New Years, always missing someone yes, but grateful for the love I
have had. I know God will fill it again.
The song Auld Lang
Syne, do you ever think God sings that song for us?
Longing for the
intimacy we used to have?
I think so.
Because I sang it to
Him now recently.
Me being cheeky:
“Yes Lord I know the whole middle east is a warzone, Vladimir
is using up his last strike, but please Lord, see me, pick me! I’ll
be surprisingly good for You!”
And He did.
He does.
Talking to me
through podcasts, through friends and Colossians 3:16, through dreams
of trucks and reverse.
Ain’t it amazing,
He has so much on His plate, juggles so many balls, yet He sends us
Whatsapps, through angels, or we call them friends.
He instruct people
in America to answer my why questions in my journals.
He nurtures my
Amarilla-flowers so that they can give me joy for a month.
He heals me, and He
healed my ultrasonic scaler at work, giving me a public answered
prayer, ain’t those the best ones?
He loves us more and
more daily, He gives new babies, if He was sick of us, do you think
He would have made more of us?
His invitations are
always ringing.
Open your mouth wide
– in Nadia terms – give me more, tell me more, request more.
Pour your heart out
with me – let’s do a pity party together.
I want to fill your,
all your voids (Philippians 4:16) and no I won’t be stingy, I’ll
fill it richly. Heaven is not in a recession.
Solitude is only
God’s way of fasting. I used to think that fasting, holy communion,
prophetic actions, were like pebbles against a window. Instead of
only knocking at the door, we pick up pebbles to make sure we get
attention.
Now I realized God
was doing prophetic actions with me.
Not coming with my
lists, my manifestation videos. Not seeking portholes, as if I need
more “stuff”. No for now, I’m just here Lord to have a meal
with You, to watch a movie with You, to hear about Your day. I would
like to wash Your feet, I would love to use my hair rub Your feet
dry. I’m here for you. To serve You.
I’m done seeking a
purpose, trying to leave a mark or a legacy in this world. I just
want You, not the vending machine You, just You.