Little Alters

From Malachi:

* If God is my Father, am I showing Him the Honor of that position?
* Have I honored Him with my actions AND my lips?
* If a sacrifice does not cost me anything, it is not a sacrifice!
* The value of the things we do may never been seen here, but they WILL be seen
someday.
* God promises to return to us, if we return to Him when we go astray, but the
Holy Spirit NEVER leaves us, even when we sit in silence.

From Ezekiel 36&37:

* The valley of Dry Bones was empty and dead with no life when God breathed it
into them.
* It is not about healing a broken person, it is about recreation through the
breath of God.
* I can't make myself new, but I can make better choices in preparation of God
making me new and hold on to the faith that He will.

* The weapon being used is not important - it is the Spirit behind the weapon that
carries the power.
* It is not the "job" that I am doing that is important, but the Spirit in which I
carry out my duties that carries the power of God.
* Samson killed thousands with the jawbone of a donkey.
* Regardless of the ass's jawbone I am using due to the state's stupidly, how many
children can I help anyway because the Spirit of God is in me?

I am not here. I have a long way to go to make these a living part of my life, but seeing is the first step and accepting is the second, so I only have the 3rd step of reconciling to go. I accept, I repent, and I will try to change while waiting for God to recreate me. I have been hurt for so long and betrayed by those I loved most, and those things are not just going to disappear, but I have been given a vision of what I have neglected and I need to change what I can. I cannot change the actions of others and I cannot change how much it hurts, but I can focus on other roads and let God enter and not just heal my broken heart and soul, but recreate me by breathing His life into my dry bones.

I am a long way from where I should be, but I am not where I once was, lost in a dark and sinister world of witchcraft and bitterness and hatred. It has been a long road, and full of hurt and betrayal, but in the worst place it was still better than having no hope. Drifting in a dark nightmare is still hard, but with God, at least there is an anchor to hold on to while being beaten a battered by life. It still isn't fun, but you at least have the hope that it means something somewhere somehow.