When God Plays Dominoes

Much has quickly transpired in recent weeks, making it seem each event that unfolds before me is like a game of dominoes. One event triggers another, which triggers another, and before you know it, lives are changed.

Similarly, this morning, my husband and I attended a church we had not attended thus far while living here in Myrtle Beach. We had been to this same church for other events and even led a worship experience at this same church on a recent Friday night, but never attended their Sunday service. How is it possible to lead worship at a church you’ve never attended you ask? All I can say is, with God all things are possible! How that transpired is an entirely other post I need to scribe. But for now, this story needs to be shared…

82f74dab863518f4b67f5960253fef80At the worship event I recently led a couple of weeks ago, I had the privilege of singing with another worshiper who specializes in the guitar. He and I had only met days before, but as fellow prophetic worshipers united by spiritual DNA, it was as if I had sung with him my entire life. Little did he know I had been praying that Abba/God our Father would send my way a male guitarist who also sings. As he “noodled” on his guitar, I spontaneously sang fresh manna or fresh new songs. Likewise, he at times would spontaneously sing new phrases as we made up a song together simply singing unto the LORD. Yet another prophetic worshiper attended that event – one whom I had only met on facebook also days before and yet that worshiper jumped on keys and all of it blended so perfectly. It was as if God orchestrated an entire band in a matter of seconds. It was a glorious time of worship and people’s hearts were healed simply by stepping out in faith.

Speaking of faith, as my faith partner (husband) and I, along with a few of our other friends, were sitting in this church today supporting my new guitarist friend and singer as he led worship at this particular Sunday service (which is also new for him), we all just worshiped expecting God to have His way in the service. During the first song the guitarist/singer/lead worshiper opened with, I could discern a wall of sorts, a wall of fear and awkwardness attempting to block the Spirit, but I pressed in praying in my heart and at times out loud rebuking the spirit of fear and anything trying to prevent the Holy Spirit from doing what He does best.. Upon the middle of the second song, it broke, the presence of God entered the room and it was palpable – almost unbearable it was so intense. I just sang my heart out in worship. Meanwhile, in my peripheral vision, I could see a gentlemen wearing green. dominowithroseI could sense I was to minister to him and I heard the Spirit tell me the man needs healing, but I had not yet heard from the Spirit how I was to minister to him. So I simply waited for the Spirit to tip the domino in me. As the worship segment transpired, a singer on stage shared a testimony about a woman in their church who was healed of lupus and even had a child when she was told by medical professionals she would always suffer in the disease and she would never bear children.

By the third song, the Pastor came up to the front and asked me to join the praise band right there on the spot. Evidently, he had heard about our spontaneous worship from the Friday night event we held there a couple of weeks prior. I was shocked he called me up, but I stepped out in faith and proceeded to the stage. (Remember, I had never attended that church and literally just met the Pastor moments before the service began.) In general,  I try to avoid any resemblance of performance so I sat on the steps adjoining the stage and simply worshiped Yeshua/Jesus as if I was sitting at His feet. We all just poured out our adoration for our God in song. Another friend of mine who does attend that church called out to the Pastor asking if he could give a word to a visitor in the church so the Pastor permitted the Spirit-directed interruption. Afterwards, an elderly woman stood up and gave a word encouraging the people to take courage and to obey God in whatever He was prompting like the previous man had just done. Meanwhile, my heart pounded as just prior to the elderly woman’s encouraging word, I heard the Spirit invite me to call forth the man in green (and the woman sitting with him) as I was to sing over them a prophetic song. Often times, God just highlights the person(s) to me and then all I have to do is step forward, open my mouth, and He takes over. But being my first time in that church not knowing how their services normally go or if they would even be open to such a thing, I nervously asked the Pastor if I could do such a thing and he eagerly agreed.

singingWith the Pastor’s permission, I called forth the man in green and the woman next to him (they were a couple). I also asked the man who spoke out moments earlier to come up and lay hands on them as I already knew he had gifts of healing (from me knowing that man). I asked my guitarist friend to noodle whatever he’d like on the guitar. Then I began to sing a spontaneous prayer over them, which turned into God singing a lullaby of healing over them. In the song, it was about God healing the man physically and healing the woman’s heart. I remember singing about God was physically healing the man and he was about to enter a new season of growth then the Spirit shifted me to sing over the woman saying He forgives her, He sees her crying at night, and to let it go, and simply follow Him…the Spirit went on to say they will have many spiritual children if they just step out of the boat in faith and follow Him.  The word that came through during the spontaneous prophetic song evidently ministered to them as they were crying and seemed to validate what the Spirit was singing over them.

When I finished, the man revealed to the church that he is struggling with lupus (the very disease the singer on the stage gave a testimony of healing from). So the woman who was healed of lupus and her husband came forward, without human prompting, to pray for the man in green and his wife. The husband of the healed woman gave nearly the same prophetic word as the song I sang to the woman who needed healing in her emotional heart.

“Our God, the creator of the heart, the creator of the body,

is all about using the body to heal the heart. “

62087616445502eafe1396cc53f9416c--dominos-cool-stuffOur God, the creator of the heart, the creator of the body, is all about using the body to heal the heart. Furthermore, His heart is to heal others through the body! He uses us believers in Him and His Son as members of the body of Christ to transform hearts. All it took was one domino of obedience to trigger another, to trigger another, until the end result was transformation not just for the man and woman who were specifically called out, but for all of us dominoes God used to bless them!

I had no idea God liked to play dominoes. I always just likened God to favoring chess as He moves the pieces around in our lives to help us reach our God-appointed destination. Now, I see He also prefers dominoes triggering each of us to surrender in obedience to His will, His way, and His wisdom as He connects our hearts in His all-knowing, healing, lullabies of love.

Shalom.

 

 

Sing With Joy

isaiah541 For nearly twelve years, the inspired words scribed in the 54th chapter of Isaiah have ministered to my weary, barren, yet overcoming heart. So much so that in 2009, I even designed a tattoo with musical elements and “Isaiah 54” engraved like a wrap around my upper arm. All these years later, after much adversity, growth, waiting, weeping, and joy, Yahweh has divinely orchestrated a unique opportunity to love others by singing and making joyful music in an upcoming special worship service.

It was most difficult when Yeshua/Jesus invited me to follow Him to Myrtle Beach and by doing so leaving behind my worshiper friends. 27748047_1579022115485598_3880365538067107960_oOh, how we would make music, sing till there was no breath left in us, pray, and prophesy much like the musical prophets mentioned in I Samuel 10:5-11! To leave behind such a special group of people was indeed a sacrifice, but like all purely motivated living sacrifices, there is blessing in obedience.

“Learning to worship Yahweh solo, without assistance from others or various props, in the privacy of my home and heart, was a valuable lesson of long-suffering and perseverance, all of which further produced an authentic, purely Spirit-led, heart of worship.” Carrie Renee Turner

Upon relocating South, I had to learn how to sing and play my guitar without my beloved sisters and brothers. Learning to worship Yahweh/God solo, without assistance from others or various props, in the privacy of my home and heart was a valuable lesson of long-suffering and perseverance, all of which furthered produced an authentic, purely Spirit-led, heart of worship. I earnestly prayed and longed to unite with worshipers of Spirit and truth, but what I found in the process is, He is in the wanting and waiting.

“You will seek me, and you will find me because you will seek me with all your heart. ” Jeremiah 29:13

In time, through a move of the divine Spirit of Grace, the Ruach/Spirit introduced me to a few like-minded, all-in, worshipers. Eventually, after a few more months, we formed our own little small group that gathers every Friday night, every Shabbat, Lord willing. We catch up on what has unfolded through the past week, share whatever Yah is teaching us, sing, pray, and encourage one another as the Ruach/Spirit invites. The purpose Yahweh plotted in bringing this group of Spirit-led sons and daughters (Romans 8:14) together is becoming more clear… We are to gather, to sing, to make music unto the LORD, and to invite His presence into our lives and the lives of others. We will be spreading seeds of authentic worship, which we pray the Ruach of Yeshua will take root producing healthy, beautiful blooms and eventually emulating an insatiable fragrance of Christ – where we cannot get enough of His aroma of truth and love.

Sing with joy.

A Season of His Choosing

daybreakerLast fall, I began scribing my third and final rose-related book titled Ever-Blooming and Ever-Rejoicing: Through the Seasons of Change. Designed to teach people, particularly those new to growing roses, how to care for their roses through all four seasons, I found myself on stand-by after writing about just one season. I had strived to move onto writing about how to care for roses in the winter with it’s spiritual parallel just as the winter months launched, but alas, my inspiration was stalled. For months I have not contributed anything productive to my third book for I refuse to write just to write. I have learned and am still learning to let my spoken words be few or at the very least meaningful. Similarly, if not more so, as a writer, I only contribute to my books when I feel led by God’s Spirit to do so. Otherwise, that too is meaningless.

Yesterday, upon the revelation of an important spiritual truth, I understood why my writing was paused particularly at winter. God had to manifest truth in a season of His choosing not just to benefit me, but to benefit my readers for even in winter, we are ever-blooming.

Fighting With The Wind

Yesterday, the strong winds violently shook my solid holly tree, whipped my small garden flag, and swirled my hair all around me as I took out the garbage. Today, a gentle breeze soothes my roses from the warmth of the Spring Sun. And as the bees buzz around searching for new buds and the butterfly flutters, they fight with the wind. Meanwhile, the roses sway in the motion of the wind as if relaxed by it’s movement.

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Peace with Fourth of July in background

I wonder why it is we all too often fight with the wind for the wind signifies the Spirit of God. Jesus informs us God is Spirit and where it comes from and where it goes we cannot easily determine. We can only do so by listening to the sound of it (see John 3:3-8). Christ teaches much depth in such analogies, but one could decode the importance of listening for the Voice of His Spirit  or His Wind in order to follow Him wherever He blows. Furthermore, we cannot see His Holy Spirit as the Jews could see His flesh, but we can see the effects of Him blowing around us, in us, and through us. Do you fight the sound of His wind as a struggling insect or do you welcome it like a relaxed rose? What does His Wind sound like to you? What does He look like in your garden? Life is too short to fight with the wind.