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Taste And See

10/3/2013

 
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“Taste and see that the Lord is good, blessed is the woman who takes refuge in Him!”   - Psalm 34:8

Introduction:

When I was little girl, I loved to eat pickles.  It didn’t matter if they were Dill pickles, whole pickles, chopped pickles, sweet pickles, crunchy pickles, green pickles, oval pickles, or zesty pickles.  As long as they were pickles, I loved them! I vividly remember, when I was seven years old, I quietly scooted the chair from our kitchen table over to the stocked pantry so I could reach the top shelf.  You see there was a brand new jar of pickles beautifully displayed and calling out my name. As I climbed up on top of the chair and elevated my toes to the position of a ballerina on point, I reached as far as my arms would stretch and barely grabbed the glass container of my favorite snack! With my mouth watering at the thought of my first bitter-bite, I stood on that pedestal determined to eat what I came for.  In no time, I began to devour and consume as many pickles that would fit in my mouth. Half way through the jar, my mom came into the kitchen and saw what looked like a tiger eating its prey.  Looking back now, it is odd to me that she didn’t grab the jar out of my hand and forbid me to eat anymore.  Instead she looked at me and said, “Holly, put down those pickles and stop eating them. They will hurt your stomach and make you sick!”  Then she walked out of the room and like a typical seven year old I ignored her warning and kept filling my stomach. My sensational appetite dominated the truth that was spoken over me and I stayed determined to finish the whole container.  I gobbled a total of at least two hundred pickles slices that morning. I quickly hid the evidence at the bottom of the trash can so that no one would know that I ate the whole thing. Stuffed as a teddy bear, I ran to meet my mom who was waiting for me in the car. I strapped on my seat belt and we took off to my dental appointment. At every twist and turn in the car I began to feel those pickles dancing around in my stomach.  A woozy sensation washed over me like a tidal wave in the ocean and before I knew it those pickles danced their way back up and all over my mom’s brand new Cadillac. To say the least, my “secret” wasn’t a secret anymore!  

I wonder if you see the “hidden message” in my story?  You see, this memory of mine is a perfect representation of how we are tempted to eat what we think is good and the great lengths we take in order to consume it. Usually our temptation is packaged in a way that looks very appealing to our senses and even our taste buds, but could result in sickness or even spiritual death. Interestingly enough, just like my mom gave me the option to choose what was right and she didn’t grab the pickles out of my hand and make the choice for me, so does our heavenly Father treat us.  This world offers many things and invites us to eat and partake of them, while God on the other hand offers us a diet that will bring LIFE. It’s up to us to make the healthy choice.  God will not rip those unhealthy choices from our hands; instead He will lovingly give us the truth while offering us a well-balanced replacement. His counsel is always followed with a solution.  Instead of speaking on His behalf, allow me to read straight from His mouth from Proverbs. “So listen, My daughters, to everything I tell you for nothing will bring you more JOY than following My ways.  Listen to My counsel for My instruction will enlighten you; You’ll be wise not to ignore it.  If you wait at Wisdom’s doorway longing to hear a word for every day, JOY will break forth within you as you listen for what I will say. For the fountain of life pours into you every time that you find Me, and this is the secret of growing in the delight and favor of the Lord” (Proverbs 8:32-35).



This one's for You, Jesus!

6/27/2012

 
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Today is the day that the Lord has made... we will rejoice and be glad in it! Have you rejoiced in the Lord today?  Pick something you are grateful for and make sure to let Him know! We all want to be appreciated, even The Great Papa delights in hearing our appreciation!~

Last week in my blog, I opened up to you about my personal relationship with Jesus Christ and how intimate He is with His children.  He greatly desires to connect with us and share His infinite LOVE on a very personal and deep level.  Even though I can articulate those words to you, it still has not completely sunk into the marrow of my bones.  I mean, let me hand it to you…. The moment we can really grasp that fact, the only place we are going is straight down to the ground to breath up carpet fuzz in awe and worship! 

Do you remember how I told you that My Papa will lead me to a precious treasure in the airport filled with a themed message? Well two airport visits ago, He led me to this unfamiliar book called Glimpses of Heaven by Trudy Harris.  Trudy is a truly amazing hospice nurse who has passionately pursued Christ while serving His people with love and admiration.  Trudy stayed consistent with chasing the face of Jesus to capture a moment that He would reveal Himself in mighty ways. This book is her testimony, along with other people’s intimate stories of how Christ would show up at such a critical moment in a person’s life…. Those last hours before they entered into their final destination!  Trudy says that there are so many lessons people are trying to teach us, moments before they die.  We had better listen.  She was standing on Holy ground during these moments, and she/we dare not miss one of them.

Frederick’s story is one that I would like to share with you because I believe this particular story stands out in a special way.  Even though each story in the book, shares a common thread, I believe this message is an extra special message to Jesus, alone!  If He could tell us all straight to our faces, I think He would say…. “Oh, Oh, pick Fredrick's story…pretty please…it’s my favorite”!  So on behalf of Jesus…here it goes!

Pay close attention to EVERY little detail, and if you know Jesus well enough, this description is so HIM! Remember, His sheep will know his voice!


FREDRICK’S Story:
"Fredrick was admitted into the hospice center within a week or two of his arrival in Jacksonville and I had the joy of visiting him there every day. He was a magnificent looking man, about 78 years old, very elegant, with a naturally graceful demeanor.  His hair was as white as snow, and his eyes were electric blue.  As you entered into his room, you were struck by the classical music playing day and night, freshly cut flowers everywhere, and greeting cards hanging from every slat on the louvered blinds.  It was obvious that he was well known and much loved.  Fredrick was extraordinarily well-educated with a background in philosophy and religion and he had to say but a few words for you to fully understand that.  He was a thinker, a deep thinker, about all the most important things in life, and he exuded the manners of a wonderfully genteel man.

One day when I stopped by for a visit, Fredrick was sobbing.  I sat quietly near his bed asking if there was something I could do for him.  He simply shook his head and sobbed even harder.  “Tell me what it is,” I asked.  “No, no, no,” he would say, “just sit here with me.”  This experience repeated itself many times over the next few weeks, and each time I found him in this way, I simply sat with him until he got tired and fell asleep.  One day he said to me, “I have had an experience, and I will tell you about it one day, not now, not yet, but one day.”  That was all he said.

A few weeks later as I was leaving for home, I stopped by to say good night.  This time Fredrick was crying very, very hard.  Looking up at me, he said simply, “sit down.” I sat down.  He cried and cried quietly for a long time, and I just held his hand without saying a word.  Finally he looked up at me and said, “Do you remember my telling you about an experience I had that I would tell you about later on?  Well, I am going to tell you about it now.”  He proceeded to tell me that Jesus himself had come into his bedroom, here at the hospice center.  Gesturing to a corner of the room, he explained that he stood, “right there,” near the foot of his bed.  He said that Jesus’ presence had filled the room with the most incredible sense of compassion, beauty, and forgiveness he had ever seen.  He spoke of the love and tenderness he saw clearly reflected in His eyes, and the awareness he felt of being loved deeply, just for himself.  Fredrick spoke quietly, in awesome tones, and with an insightful and graceful manner about this very personal experience.  He wanted to be sure I understood every word that he was saying.

          “If I saw Jesus like you did,” I asked, “would I cry too?”

          “Oh yes,” he replied.

          “Because he is so beautiful,” he said, “
and because He LOVES us so much and forgives us all our sins.  He wants us to let Him love us and wants us to be free to love Him too, just as we are.”

          We spoke for a long time after his sharing this wonderful experience with me.  I thought for all the world he wanted me to get it right so as to be able to share it with others, as I am doing now.  With all the education and experience Fredrick had in life, and with all the knowledge others saw in him, Fredrick, like all of us, simply do not know the depth of love God had for him.  The hole in his heart was filled to capacity in the last hours of his life.

          How do you explain these magnificent experiences that God allows His children to have? Who else but the One who created us all and loves us so intimately would know what each of us needs to be able to run home to Him the way a small child runs to his father after a long day of play with scrapes and hurts?
That, after all, is what we do at the end of our lives.

          Early the next morning when I arrived at work, I stopped in to see Fredrick.  The nurses that had cared for him the evening before said that he had gone off to sleep that night and had not really responded yet today.  It was obvious that he was now resting in Gods love and preparing to go home to him, unafraid. He remained that way all day long.
          That evening Fredrick had passed.  He completed his work!"

Beloved, Please do not miss the message that so deeply penetrates Jesus’ heart…  "
He LOVES us so much and forgives us all our sins.  He wants us to let Him love us and wants us to be free to love Him too, just as we are.”

Thank you to Fredrick for hanging on long enough to share that with us.  To God be the Glory!

Right from my heart,
Holly Wright



Ambassador For Christ

5/9/2012

 
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My family had the privilege of going to Disney World in 2008.  I thought this trip would be all about Lexi, but come to find out I was fully experiencing Fantasy Land, just as Lexi was.  For a brief moment in time, I was able to forget about all my worries and step into a Land where "wishes came true!"  
Our first wish that God granted was a date with the princesses in the overwhelmingly large castle, which every little girl dreams to enter.
The robust infrastructure engulfed our presence as we stood by the front gate.  My immediate thought, while trying to capture everything on tape, was that this glorious man-made sight could not even compare to the big white pearly gates that I will someday enter as Princess. For that split second, I quietly imagined myself as the “Ambassador for Christ” standing at the entrance of Heaven with over excitement and joy. I dare to pencil on paper the experience of Heaven as my meaningless words would only demean what is really in store for us who love Christ.


2 Corinthians 5:20-
“We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us.”

Several weeks before our trip, I called to schedule a breakfast date with “The Stars of Disney World”…The Princesses
! I was told that this is the most popular event and to ensure a booking you have to call ninty days in advance.  I was crushed for Lexi because I knew how special this experience would be.  The customer service lady gave me a tip and said to call twenty-four hours in advance to check for cancellations.  It was unlikely, but always worth the try. 
 
The day we arrived at the Park, I approached the desk of our highly trained, friendly Disney associate, and crossing my fingers I asked the question….
“By chance, have there been any cancellations for the breakfast with the princesses?”

She replied with a smile… “I will check for laughs and giggles but please understand there is a very small percentage we will find one.”

My hopes were immediately crushed and I basically wrote it off before she even started to type on her computer.  A few minutes went by and the service representative stared into the screen with an unusual glare.  


“Wait a minute, what is this?  I think I found one!  In fact, there is one cancellation and we can slip you in if you would like?”

….If I would like????  You better believe it and I didn’t care what the price was, just as long as we could present this experience to Lexi for her to treasure!

I knew immediately Who granted this wish for our family and He was lavishing us with His favor!  Timing is everything and I do not believe in coincidences!


Our time spent in Disney World was priceless!  I watched the little girls dress up in their favorite princess costumes, as they imagined themselves one day being rescued by their prince.  I too imagined myself being rescued by the One True Prince, Jesus Christ, and I giggled because I knew that deep down that was what these little girls were really created for…they just didn’t know it yet!

Write from my heart,
Holly

Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious!

4/12/2012

 
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We quietly waited as our excitement was hard to contain. The smell of different perfumes filled the room and danced through our brains.  My heels tapped on the floor and the room began to get dark. I glanced over at my daughter and whispered, “It’s about to start."

The rush of the performance began to set in and with that came a complete silence, you could hear the drop of a pin.  

Sitting at the edge of our seats while holding our hands together so tight, it was Mary Poppins and she flew in from the right. She gracefully danced onto the stage and with each scene we would all turn the page.

The night was filled with such magic and glee, our eyes stayed intently focused on all we could see. Three hours of nothing but pure fascination! When I purchased these tickets, I was unaware of the possible sensation!

Of course a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, but Mary’s work is not done until the whole house is sound. Even though the thought of it is something quiet atrocious… “Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious!" 


This night was quite amazing!  I had cordially invited my seven-year-old daughter to attend a Broadway musical of Mary Poppins in downtown Houston.  We dressed in our finest clothes and giggled all the way there. We held hands as we briskly ran through the Hobby Center while stopping at each entrance to ask if that was where we belonged.  Between Lexi’s tights falling down from her waist and my heels rubbing my skin raw, we finally made it to our seats. (Oh, the joys of being a lady!)

When I was young, my sister and I must have watched Mary Poppins over five hundred times.  I knew every song, word for word and dreamed of Mary Poppins being my nanny.  Even though it had been over fifteen years since the last time I had seen the movie, I just knew I would recall everything about it.  As the scenes rolled on, I recognized all of the songs but the story line MUST have changed.  This could not possibly be the same Mary Poppins that I grew up to love?  This was different, but in a very good way.

Then it dawned on me, this is the same story line!  Yet, at the age I fell in love with it, I was unable to recognize the importance of the story.  As a little girl, I only saw what I wanted to see and missed the true message….. completely!!!

How many of you think of the story of Mary Poppins as I did...a nanny that flies in on an umbrella, who comes to govern these spoiled children, while taking them on fun adventures like kite flying and chimney sweeping?

I quickly learned that Mary Poppins, who is “practically perfect in every way,” is like a guardian angel who is sent to the Bank’s residence to  teach each family member how to fully be alive and live in each moment.  She begins to show the over-achieving, work-a-holic father how to be present with his wife and children.  In doing that, the whole family developed this healthy balance that did not exist before her mystical entrance.   

How did I miss all of that?  Was I too busy learning the songs or was my heart blinded and now I see?  Whatever the reason, I walked away with humility to recognize that my eyes only let me see what I want to see in the moment.  Yes, I was a child then and maybe this kind of lesson was over my head at the time, but I am still a “child” of God and I am sure there are many things I encounter on a day-to-day basis that I am still blind to see (when all the while, I THINK I REALLY SEE.).  Oh, do you hear me?

All I can do is just submit myself to the Lord every day and ask Him to be my eyes.  Ask Him for His wisdom as He brings me through each day with a lesson to learn.

How appropriate that I took my precious daughter, who is my real life “Mary Poppins," who teaches me every day and helps to open my eyes!

Write from my heart,
Holly

    Holly Wright

    Holly is a passionate writer, teacher, and speaker in the body of Christ. Who is gifted with inspiring others to seek a deeper and more intimate relationship with the Lord. 

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