Happy Birthday to Me!

Good Friday.  I was a little embarrassed before the Lord this morning as I looked at my first journal entry, and realized my first thought about this most Holy Day was that I was born on Good Friday.  I was remembering my brother and mom joking about me having two birthdays every year.  My brother always wanted me to get a birthday cake on Good Friday as well as April 16th.  (Miss you, Hal)

As I returned to my purpose for journaling, which is to talk to the Lord and to hear His voice, I began to apologize to Him for my self-centered thoughts.  He is so kind.  He simply said, "It was a prophetic birth."
I was startled. "What do You mean, Lord?"  Silence.

Feeling the need for coffee, (Starbucks, each cup freshly ground, real whipping cream and sweet... mmmmm,)
I left the journal moment behind and headed to my kitchen.  As the water poured into my Melitta coffee filter (And no, I am not getting any $$ from these companies.)  I got it!  I get my best revelations from the Lord as I get busy. Must be the ADD!

Good Friday is my birthday!  It was in Jesus' death, that I received my birth.  Hal was prophesying over me. I really do have two birthdays.  April 16th I was born of water.  Good Friday I was born of the Spirit.  I chose to follow Him.  The candles on my cakes shine more light every year.   I rejoice in that: more revelation, more glory, more joy!

The Good News is you can have two birthdays every year, as well!  If you are His, you do already. If you haven't made that choice, just do it!

You may say, "I don't believe in an afterlife."  "I don't believe in Jesus."  But you can choose to give Him a try.  Just ask Him, "If it's true, if you are real, if you love me, if you died for me, if there is a heaven, I want to know.  Come into my heart and reveal Yourself to me, that I may know You and the power of your resurrection.  I really want to see.  In Jesus' name I ask this."  It is a worthy experiment.

Trust me. That is how I found Him.  There were no candles that night, no fireworks.  But I asked Him in.
The following morning, I told some friends what I had done.  The power of heaven filled my entire being and I have never been the same.

May I wish you a Happy Birthday?

Blessings and hugs, Anna Marie

What is coming out of my heart??

Do you ever just start to write, and have no idea what you want to say? You just want to express yourself. You just want to put a little of your heart out into the world and say," I am here! Hear me! I am alive!! I want to dance out loud, but only have two left feet so I am dancing with my words, dancing with my heart and hopefully dancing in the Light of the Lord with you!"

Today I choose to look up, reach out and fear not! Thank You Jesus for making me free!

You make it easy to be me!

Anxious to get my fingers dirty!!!

The sun has come out and the ground is muddy form a week's worth of steady rain. That is a real treat in San Antonio, TX!  I have so much to learn about what to plant in this climate! I love roses and peonies and hollyhocks and daisies. I watched my mom plant those gorgeous plants.  But here isn our semi-arid clime they need too much care.  If anyone has any suggestions for flowering plants have worked well for you in this area, I would love to hear about it.

And what the heck do we do with all the Esperanza seed pods????

Bless the Lord, Oh My Soul!

My soul longs to bless You, Father;

But at times my soul feels dead.

As I remember the saddest day of my life,

The day that Stevie died, I will bless You.

I bless You for Your tender kindness;

That You did not reject me in my anger towards You.

I bless You for the gift of Your Son, Jesus;

Who willingly laid down His life so that Stevie could be with You forever.

I bless You that even though we do not always receive that You "healeth all our diseases,"

Because You cannot lie- It is so.

I bless You by faith because my feelings, my soul's window, do not realize the fact of blessing today.

I bless You because I must.

I bless You in doubt.

I bless You in the rocky, dry, dusty barren places, where I find myself;

Like a lost sheep- in desperate need of a Shepherd.

This life is so short.

I bless You in the shortness, the shortness that spares our True selves- those born-again bits.

You are always present and always right on time;

In time to spare me from myself. Thank You.

But let me be a blessing to You and know that You adore me.

I want to see You look at me with tender affection;

To feel You pat my face, and stroke my hair, and hear You say,

"You have blessed Me, Child."

Roses

Reality is

Only as sure as the

Son.

Everyone can know Him.

Secretly, you know you want to.