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As I can I want to offer a fresh word of encouragement sharing from my experience how our Father God meets us in the middle of loving and living out our faith to draw others to freedom. 

I fully believe we are offered so much more than we ever experience as Christ followers. We settle for a life in bondage to the elemental nature of this world and continue to live as Hagar when in fact we are daughters of Sarah.

Galatians 4:31
31 So, brothers [and sisters], we are children not of the slave woman, but of the free woman.

-Callie

Callie 2

War Cry

Psalm 121:1 I lift up my eyes to the hills-- where does my help come from?My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night.

Today, Thanksgiving 2024, Abba Father met me. He opened my eyes once again to see Him and to look no where else.

In 1998 I had the opportunity to go to Kenya and travel with a friend who grew up in a missionary school. Our home base was Nairobi and from the apartment I could see the Ngon Hills...as a child I watched a PBS special, called Flame Trees of Thika...and now I had opportunity to travel to those hills, climb Mt. Kenya and play on the shores of Mombasa and bike through Hell's Gate National Park and travel to a remote school to visit a child I was sponsoring. While there I would recite over my journey Psalm 121:1 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth.

That trip blended into 1999 when I got married and a new life journey began. Up to this point my burden was for sharing the overwhelming love of Christ to those spoken of in Amos 8:14 "And those who swear by the shameful idols of Samaria— who take oaths in the name of the god of Dan and make vows in the name of the god of Beersheba— they will all fall down, never to rise again.”

It was as if I could feel the weight and burden of those lost and giving their lives to things that could not save. The finality of never rising again grew as a passion in my heart. As I looked to the Lord he led my life with my husband to loving and living with young women and their children. We met first working together in a home for adults with disabilities who needed full care. Feeding, bathing, clothing, daily living with them. We started our family and became part of House of His Creation. Sharing our lives with women and their children. Many of these the lost ones who have not seen or experienced the transforming love of Christ.

In this season the burden turned to a war cry a place of crying out to return and rest to be quiet and trust as declared by the Lord in Isaiah 30:15 and so many "would have none of it. Instead so many including me go through life trying to flee. Yet .  In this season I joined a post-abortion ministry team, Deeper Still, and found a place to go deeper in sharing the love of Christ that heals and transforms changing our beauty for ashes and repairing the breach...Isaiah 60 and “Your ancient ruins shall be rebuilt; you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; you shall be called the repairer of the breach, the restorer of streets to live in” (Isaiah 58:12).

As I walked alongside the young women, the others serving in our program and those serving in other homes and minsitries I continued to see the lure to give in to a war cry that demanded justice, a bitter and rejected demand for wrongs to made right instead of a gentle and quiet spirit that goes much deeper.

My heart was full and broken from experiences of walking with those with disabilities, those out of addictions, out of long term abuse, exploitation and sex trafficking, out of loneliness, out of hard, hard places. 

The road got long and hard and my war cry seemed to be overpowered by discouragement, rejection and loss. My husband and I held in our hearts a dream of coming out from under the heavy yoke of having to lead and love in a way that the Spirit was not leading. Those remaining with us faithfully dreaming and encouraging us to grow and build. This also has led to an opportunity to go deeper in the child welfare system walking with those walking with children in foster care. Our hearts are moving us by compassion to continue building, to continue saying yes, to return and rest to be quiet and trust....

Now, today as I am preparing our Thanksgiving meal the Lord directed me to a new album by Audra Lynn and my war cry was awakened again. The scriptures sung resonated in a deep place bringing to mind faithfullness, promise and hope. The Lord has been gently leading me through healing, through reconciliation, through forgiveness, through the process of trusting again, Today He reminded me the name of my war cry is humility and trust. 

My face is set to the hills, to the face of Jesus. He is where my help comes from. He is my King.

What is your war cry? What is the passion deep in your heart? Where has it led you?

May your war cry be returned if it has been lost!
May you be refilled with a passion for the Lord Jesus and His Kingdom to come!
May you be filled anew with the Holy Spirit who lights the flame and enables you to keep going, to keep growing and to live out a life of GOD's unending, merciful and healing LOVE!

Dust from the Album Foolish Things 2023 by Audra Lynn

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Wednesday, 28 February 2024