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I am just blown away. Honestly I never thought so many things would happen or pan out like they did. But they have. It’s for the better. God knows what He’s doing. So I must trust Him. The more the year grows into itself, the more excited I am to see the Holy Spirit move and see the gifts manifested. People’s hearts are changing, becoming more compassionate. Revelation is coming in dreams, like in the scriptures. Prayer and the Word are being initiated in our faith. We are maturing in our walk with God and I am super stoked. Hope is more evident and certain in what we know, not what we see. The Lord is calling me. The Lord is calling you. I am a little nervous and pumped. I am glad I am not alone. So glad. Let’s walk together as brothers and sisters in Christ. Encouraging and uplifting one another in the faith. I am totes wanting to learn and grow more. God is my strength to do so, as we walk in fellowship.

Philippians 3:10 {amp}

[For my determined purpose is] that I may know Him [that I may progressively become more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him, perceiving and recognizing and understanding the wonders of His Person more strongly and more clearly], and that I may in that same way come to know the power outflowing from His resurrection [^[b]which it exerts over believers], and that I may so share His sufferings as to be continually transformed [in spirit into His likeness even] to His death.

∞11:37 pm, by shepherdsstaff ∩1

Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls on men she craved

Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained

On Friday a thief On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ Laid death in his grave

So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule

Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new

((Death in His grave by John Mark McMillan))

{{{Isaiah 53

Who believes what we’ve heard and seen? Who would have thought God’s saving power would look like this?

The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
   a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
   nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
   a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
   We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
   our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
   that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
   that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
   Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
   We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
   on him, on him.

He was beaten, he was tortured,
   but he didn’t say a word.
Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered
   and like a sheep being sheared,
   he took it all in silence.
Justice miscarried, and he was led off—
   and did anyone really know what was happening?
He died without a thought for his own welfare,
   beaten bloody for the sins of my people.
They buried him with the wicked,
   threw him in a grave with a rich man,
Even though he’d never hurt a soul
   or said one word that wasn’t true.

Still, it’s what God had in mind all along,
   to crush him with pain.
The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin
   so that he’d see life come from it—life, life, and more life.
   And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him.

Out of that terrible travail of soul,
   he’ll see that it’s worth it and be glad he did it.
Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant,
   will make many “righteous ones,”
   as he himself carries the burden of their sins.
Therefore I’ll reward him extravagantly—
   the best of everything, the highest honors—
Because he looked death in the face and didn’t flinch,
   because he embraced the company of the lowest.
He took on his own shoulders the sin of the many,
   he took up the cause of all the black sheep}}}

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∞06:12 pm, by shepherdsstaff ∩2

Me with the AR 15 (Taken with instagram)

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∞04:57 pm, by shepherdsstaff

Reflections:: Can you Imagine?

musicismywaytogod:

so just some thoughts that have come to me as Easter approaches.

You know its easy for us somtimes to get caught up in the rituals of our faith, but lets take a moment and really imagine what it would of been like to be the Disciples and his mother and all the others who loved him deeply.

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∞04:24 pm, reblogged by shepherdsstaff ∩2

www.kony2012.com If nothing else. Pray.

∞04:13 pm, by shepherdsstaff ∩1

so beautiful, i can’t handle it.

Tumblr rule: always reblog army pictures

so beautiful, i can’t handle it.

Tumblr rule: always reblog army pictures

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∞04:07 pm, reblogged by shepherdsstaff ∩40788

Made this for ladies Bible study.

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∞09:12 am, by shepherdsstaff ∩1

www.kony2012.com

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∞09:25 pm, by shepherdsstaff ∩2

Beauty in a flash.

∞07:19 pm, by shepherdsstaff ∩1

Phone

My Mother and I were visiting my Grandma’s house to pick up some things I had left there, and she was talking on the phone to my Aunt Marie. I don’t get to see her very often or talk to her very much because she lives in Colorado.

My Grandma handed the phone over to my mom and they began to chat for a few minutes. You know regular family stuff, sister stuff. I stood with my Grandma and began to chat with her. Talking about my Archaelogical Bible and how awesome it is.

My mom got done talking to my aunt and she handed the phone over to me. I began cathing up with her, her husband and her job. She’s a wonderful woman. I love all of my aunts very much, but this particular conversation had me crying and it had me thinking.

She asked me how I was doing with everything. I told her that it’s going good. She said I sound happy. I told her that I am. She said that I’m strong and it seems like this last year has made me stronger. She said I am brave. “brave”, I thought; “am I really brave?” I never have seen myself as being brave. She insisted that I am brave and she’s so encouraged by it because I have gone through many trials, and through most of them I have been alone. Greiving and walking through it in my own way. She told me that many of the people in my family wished they could have been there to console me. I told her that I am glad I went through it alone, because I never knew how much I could depend on God. I never knew how “brave” I really was. I made it clear that I was not completely alone in the dark times. I had the Lord. Right beside me holding my weak heart in His hands. He knew the outcome and He knew the woman I would become. The woman I am becoming.

I was sad and angry, but not alone. There are still some days that I recollect and think back, but I don’t dwell. Tears come, but they don’t overtake me. There was a couple of people I leaned on, but through it all I owe God the glory. I believe being “brave” consists of turning on God and allowing Him to help you and grow you. It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt, it doesn’t mean there will be no pain. It means when you can cry out to no one else, you can cry out to Him and He will be there. He knows and He understands. I have never been able to completely open up about this last year. Not to anyone. Bits and pieces is all you get; and that’s if you’re one of my good friends. I’ve been before the Lord on my knees too many times to count; and it has strengthened me. I couldn’t sit down and talk to you about it, but I can tell you that I’m not the same person I was 10 months ago. Through all of it all I can say is; I am not broken and

I am grateful. ♥

∞03:34 pm, by shepherdsstaff