Moving Mountains

I had a dream last night and have been avoiding writing it down because if it is not written down it didn't really happen. Well anyways I was dreaming that Greg Mitchell came back to speak at our church and I had this picture that all of us(the whole of humanity) are walking on mountains. Then God drew this line from me to this other person and it was representing what God requires of me with other people. Then there was this other line that went up into heaven and then out to the other person and it was all filled in like a pie graph. That was representing what God does. I just have this little tiny part called obedience and then he does the rest. I am scared to share my faith, because I do not want to be rejected, so I reject others before they can reject me. The other part to the dream was the Greg was preaching and said "do you know why we ease into things? Because were lazy." I was thinking about it and really it does take work to engage in friendships and to speak. If we just sit at home and do nothing we do not use up energy and it requires less effort to feed ourselves spiritually. But getting food for two or three people requires more work and the food runs out faster so you have to go "shopping" at God's grocery store more often.

God is the one who moves the mountain I just have to tell it to go throw itself in the see. No biggy! ha ha

Finally...Baptism of the Holy Spirit

Okay this is the shorter version of how I came to be baptized in the Holy Spirit and speak in tongues. It all started when I believed that I controlled my destiny and that I was to go to the east coast with the Bethany Drama team my second year. You see I was heavily involved with drama first year so obviously I would be on the team second year. NOT. I was stripped of all the things that God had just built up in me the previous year. See it wasn't about me it was about His glory. OK fast forward to graduation weekend second year. I am driving in from Saskatoon with my mother and she is asking me these things about what I think about speaking in tongues or being baptised in the Holy Spirit. I thought she was absolutely nuts. Even though I was the one who went the the pentecostal youth group and church during my high school years. Anyhoo, I went back to Assiniboia to live with my sister in my Aunt's apartment and so we were at an evening service at the Apostolic Church and this guy was talking about the Holy Spirit and telling his testimony of the works of the Spirit in him and his friends. They figured if it is in the word it must be true. So then he finished his sermon and I was visiting with a lady from Limerick and my mom asked me if I wanted to go to the front and have some prayer. I said sure I can always use more prayer in my life. Then when the speaker guy came over he said so you would like the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. I say uh ok. Then he had us just begin speaking in tongues and that is how I found the power of God to be in my life.
If I just stick to the road that is paved before me I won't fall over so much. It is when I think I know what is best and figure the marshlands are a quicker way there that I get stuck. Our brother Wayne spoke today and I was impressed how God showed himself to the Israelites because they did all that God told them to, not just half of a job. See if we are travelling to a city and give up half way there then wonder why we can't find it, well duh we aren't there yet. Yep if I want to get with God's program I have to go back and do all my homework( ok Sarah:) you know where I live). That is the shorter version. Oh yeah the preacher dude lives at my farm with his family now. Bizarre!

My life is never dull...

So the life of Sherry, never boring, always interesting and sometimes tiring, due to busyness. I have no complaints. Just posting a short note to let all my blogger friends know that I will be in Montreal this weekend for my uncle’s funeral. One of my distant cousins share Jesus with him and said that he had accepted Jesus. I am trusting that this is true since I have the same sense of peace as when my great aunt passed away and also hac a deathbed conversion. However going to Montreal is a daunting thought sometimes, because my family is fighting so hard against God and want to prove that they do not need anyone. I now believe that Jesus can and will save my relatives, so please pray with me for this. I will also be posting my story of how I came to be baptized in the Holy Spirit. Once i am on the road I will have time to type so blessings to all of you.

Sherry

You should have read it.

I was writing about my experience with the baptism of the Holy Spirit and I don't know what I Pushed but it all disappeared. If you would like to hear about it let me know and I will hook you up:) Good night

I love to laugh Ha ha ha ha

I thought it was a good title. Well last night was amazing. Worship was sweet and I feel like I am getting back to who I am instead of living as a walking dead person, who I formerly was before mercy found me. Anyhoo, I met a new person and was encouraged by her story of how she met Jesus. I got to visit with one of my good friends and I got to go out with some of the very fun woman from our church. Yep that is right we are officially women, not little girls, but full fledged adults, 3 out of 5 were married and the other two well let's just say they're a little weird but that's what make us so lovable I am so glad that I walk with the Creator and that in Him I can be all that I want to be, because he has already set out the great and awesome works that only I can accomplish with him. I love this thing we call life.

our private swimming hole in T-P 

Trois Pistole Roomies 

The Voice Speaks

The voice speaks, but do I listen. I know His love is pure, but I doubt His hand that guides me. Why do I allow myself to stand in the way of the One who knows my depths? He knows the timing of my marriage. He knows what makes me giggle and grin. He knows the words that wound my heart and the brave face I wear is simply my mask that covers my writhing pain. He is gracious and sweet to me. He takes His hand and puts it on the small of my back, then looks deep into my eyes and says speak my child for I am listening. I open my mouth and speak He hears. Ah, what is this? He has brought in my friends to listen as I speak of the pain in my heart. They hear, but do not run. They speak His word to my heart. They say that I am precious and that I have value. I am worthy of life and I am worthy to be loved. I do not have to walk in fear of condemnation or disapproval. I am approved of by the One who created me I have life abundantly and with out shame. I will dance before my king and not be ashamed. I will speak wisely and not get caught up in foolish talk pertaining to opinions or earthly concerns. I will concern myself with the things of God and know that He has said I am beautifully and wonderfully made.

Dear God, search my heart and find the offensive ways in me, then open my eyes to them so that they may be banished from Your presence, from my life. You are the One who has brought me out of the muck and mire. I declare this night that I will walk in your truth and in your light. I choose to know that you are my God and My life, that because you are in me, I have nothing to fear and no one can question my value. Thank you. I love you!