Living Life for Christ Alone

    The cage was old and rickety, but it still served its purpose. An odor of death seemed to penetrate every ounce of air that was in the vicinity. A thick darkness surrounded the cage. Within the cage lay a small, almost lifeless, girl. She was starved and dirty, and if one were to look into her eyes, a hint of despair and hopelessness could be seen there.     Outside the cage sat a cruel old man, guarding the doorway so none could get in or out. He held in his hands a weapon that none could distinguish in our modern world. His eyes lurched to and fro, looking for anyone who would assay to set the girl free.    Suddenly, out of the distance, the girl could hear a cry. At first it was faint, but soon it became louder and clear. The voice was crying for joy, “I’m free! My cage is broken! I don’t have to be trapped in there anymore!”

Hey everyone! Wow! I've gone WAY too long without posting on here, but I'm back. After months of being too busy to get on here, whether because of travelling, Christmas, etc. I'm now back, and hoping to start writing on a more regular basis. Having just returned from Australia several weeks ago, God is constantly reminding me of HIS amazing power, which has the capacity to change lives! I was reading in Colossians this morning, paying close attention to who Jesus is and what He has done, and it is SO amazing how incredibly great HE is! He is the satisfaction of all our needs, the One who completes us, the one who gives us strength and who makes us holy enough to get into God's presence, He is all and in all. His sacrifice on the cross is SO incredibly powerful! I'm so excited to share with all of you more (later... lol) just how amazing He is. Thank you all so much for your patience as I have been away from my computer so long... Looking forward to sharing wit...

"Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah." Psalm 84:4 Time of prayer was had, and we get up from our knees, praising God. Lifting high His name. We leave the closet, leave the place where secrets where whispered, grace was given, love was received -we leave it and forget it, almost as though it didn't happen- and we go about our business, forgetting the precious moments we had with the Savior. And then, clouds roll over our Christian life, thunder rumbles, lightning strikes, we are dealt hatred by those we love, unkind words from those we cherish. People turn on us. We lose our most precious belongings to tragedies. Trials come that were completely unexpected. Things don't go our way. ...And what do we do? What is the first thing we run to?

When we think of God, what exactly do we think? Is He safe? I believe that in many hearts of many people, we believe God is unsafe. You sin and you had better not go near Him. If you tried, He will punish you in some way. Sure, He loves you, but when you associate yourself with sin, He no longer associates Himself with you. But... is that true?