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Life With Christ

and love shows up in many ways














“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40

“But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him?” 1 John 3:17

“Let no one seek his own good, but the good of his neighbor.” 1 Corinthians 10:24

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Love: Christine

what if ashes were Holy footprints


“What if,” He said to me. “What if the ashes produced beauty, and what aches you so bad wasn’t so bad after all. What if it was the wings you needed to make hundreds of sandwiches, hot chilli soup, bake like you’ve never baked before and then gather up your kids and friends to visit a part of town that is seldom visited. The part of town that seems plagued by thick layers of darkness, and hopelessness seems to be the ruler of this place.





What if your pain was what you needed to birth a dream.”

“What if the birth produced hope for lives beyond your reach, and the very pain that seemed to bare in it signs of death, was actually the antidote that ignited change, and led you into a path much greater than your thoughts could ever carry you to.”

Perhaps my child,” “Perhaps the ashes are not ashes, but rather signs that I have been here. That refinement has taken place, and the beginning of a new season is upon us.”

“There are many paths that lead to self fulfillment, but only one true path that leads to purpose.”

“What if, my child.” “What if the Maker holds the blueprint for your life, and it is only by seeking Him that we find purpose. And even in the midst of a pain so great, and no matter how silent He might seem, that even then my child, that we would lay all our doubts and fears aside, and count the ashes that bare themselves naked before our very eyes, as the Holy footprints we need to guide us closer and closer to our purpose.”

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. Isaiah 61:1-3 (NIV)

“There are times when the troubles of life and the bareness of the sea bare in them freedom for tomorrow.

Freedom for many.” He said.

“That life multiplied which is perhaps the greatest way to live, means death to self and the rising of hope.”

“That to multiply a life, we must sometimes walk in the pit of darkness, wonder around a little bit, shake off the rough edges that threaten the Holiness of multiplying life, and cling on to hope like we have never clinged before, with the assurance that He who began a good work in all of us, is faithful to complete it.”

And so life is more than us.

Life is more than one.

Life is many hearts multiplied and multiplied over and over to produce a heartbeat that can only be found in heavens dwellings.

Love: Christine

Joanna Gaines Testimony



With man this is impossible, but with God ALL things are possible.”

Matthew 19:26

Love: Christine

how uncle Jack gave Kory back his mind



The mind is a special gift, uncle Jack always said. It’s the place where heaven comes alive, and life in it’s purest of forms unfolds in ways that not even man in his most capable self could make happen. Uncle Jack always said that the mind was the best invention ever created, and that if we treated our mind with the same care we give our most treasured cars, the mind had it in itself to retreasure us with a gift like no other.

Uncle Jack told us that the reason Kory never came back home was because his mind had lost it’s way, and because his parents never had the courage to fight all the demons that possessed Kory’s mind. And so Kory was locked up in this place where others just like him are locked up. This place as uncle Jack described, was a place where only darkness lived, and that if Kory had any chance at a decent life, he had lost it when his parents shipped him off to Mazakot.

As a little child we had always enjoyed playing with Kory. He played ball with us but was never one to hit a ball to goal. He always kicked the ball round in circles, and would stop and stare at the ball for what seemed like five minutes, while we screamed and yelled at him to keep the ball moving. We never won a game with Kory on our team, so we eventually pulled him aside and gave him the water duty. He did well at it, although there were times when he forgot he was no longer playing, and got a hold of the ball kicking and yelling his way all around the field, making all sorts of unfamiliar sounds, until one of us held him tight to the ground and pulled him to the side.

The day when Kory returned back home, was the day after uncle Jack stormed out of Mr. Kents house in deep anger. You could tell uncle Jack was angry because his whole face turned red, he paced up and down the corridor for almost an hour, slapping the walls occassionally and going for his ice tea. Uncle Jack had told us that he would give it one last shot with Mr. Kent, to have him remove Kory from that dump hole he called Mazakot. We were all surprised to see Kory walking gently towards the front door of his house. His face down to the ground, he seemed unware of his surroundings. Mr. Kent followed shortly, pulled open the front door, and ushered Kory back in. It had been two years since Kory had been home.

Uncle Jack pulled his rocking chair close to the patio staircase, called for his ice tea and smiled like it was harvest day. We knew whatever uncle Jack told Mr. Kent that day had made enough sense for him to drive sixteen hours to pick up Kory and bring him home. Uncle Jack never did disclose what he discussed with Mr. Kent that day, he only said that it was a good thing Mr. Kent had finally put his pride aside, and made that trip.

The following day Mr. Kent pulled up to our front door asking for uncle Jack. Uncle Jack had woken up early that morning and headed for the city and was to return the following day. Mr. Kent looked distraught when he learned that uncle Jack was to return the next day. And like a hawk watching out for it’s prey, when uncle Jack’s horse made it in that evening, Mr. Kent was once again on our front door asking for uncle Jack. They spoke for hours, and it seemed to go well because from time to time we would hear them laugh, and it seemed like they were making some sort of plan for uncle Jack to stop by daily to visit with Kory.

That was the beginning of many trips to the Kent residence. Only uncle Jack was allowered to see Kory and even spend time with him. Uncle Jack asked us to mind our business, and when Kory was ready to play, he would make his way to our front door to ask us to play ball. And just like uncle Jack had said, one early summer morning we heard a knock on our front door. It was Kory. He had brought with him a beautiful painting. A drawing of uncle Jack’s barn and corn field. He asked that we deliver that to uncle Jack without fail, and we immediately agreed. We were also surprised when Kory asked if we wanted to play ball, and as if he never went away, we all headed to the field with our ball. The very same ball that Kory, Ken and I had made out of grocery bags and lots of elastic bands.

Something different had happened to Kory. He seemed much like us than ever before. Infact, we had never seen him more alive. Kory sat down at one point and began to sob. We all rallied behind him and asked him what the problem was. Uncle Jack would kill us if we had anything to do with making Kory sob, so we did whatever we could to calm him down and when he calmed down, he told us that uncle Jack had saved his life. That the day before Mr. Kent came for him, he had planned on ending his life, because Mazakot was no life for any child. He said that he had also stopped hearing those voices. We never knew what voices he spoke about, but he said those voices made him do things to himself that made his father very very mad.

Later that day, uncle Jack came to our room. We told him what had happened with Kory, and he told us that Kory was loved and very lucky to be alive. That Kory had finally gotten his mind back, and that even though Kory might struggle more than we do, if we believe in him he will always do more than we think he can. That Kory reminded him of his grandpa, and that his grandpa died having lost his mind, and he swore to himself never to let another die having lost their mind. Uncle Jack also said that he prayed a lot. That our aunt Betsy had given him the secret to helping Kory, and that prayer was that secret. He also told us that he cried many nights for Kory, and pleaded for his deliverance. We were all surprised to learn that uncle Jack cried, because we all saw him as Mr. Steel. One who never shed a tear for anything or anyone.

That night was the first night we ever saw uncle Jack be more like us. He teared up as he spoke about Kory, and how Mr. Kent had pleaded for his help. Mr. Kent never believed in the same God uncle Jack did, but for some reason Mr. Kent trusted uncle Jack’s God to deliver his son, and because of that, Mr. Kent started coming to church with us every weekend.

When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken. Psalm 34:17-20

Love: Christine

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