Tomarrow will be more first time I get to take part in a new forum of worship for me. I havent danced in over 15 years, when I was thinner and lighter on my feet, I was quit good at it. Not I am aware of all eyes, and know the judgemental thoughts of others as I once on those other side heared the jokes, and pointing out of all things that dont just look perfact in the body of those that even try. Beside my own struggles with facing that fear and dancing right over it. I found that throught this, all most all the women where attacked in many ways over this time. Unlike every befor. I Noted a great deal of it happening to me...by body in great pain. It isnt a easy thing for a women that is over 250 pounds to be doing this. BUT!!!! I have this newness about it in my heart know....not something that I made up my own mind on, but a point that G-d brought me through...I am filled with exsitement and joy at looking forword to tomarrow...and even thought I know it will not be easy in many ways...I am free!

Free to dance, I am free to run...I am free to live.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nR7bBEBIC9g


This kind of thing...I know all is GOD


Please keep the womens dance group in your prayers. That all will be able to dance free...and br free of paint as we do...amen!

Blessings in Jesus name!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtnE_e1LylY&NR=1

your greace is enough by chris tomlin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaJelws8MgA...feature=related

My eyes have seen holy....by bebo norman

dear sister peacemaker, sometimes your "typo's" are not just typo's and they seem prophetic.

"and be free of paint"

facial paint or make-up often hides impurities, emotions and pain. to be free of this pain, it is a good step to be free of paint first...

and another thing came to my mind when reading your message: in the second world war the women who had "more storage of nutrients" were better able to survive the wars hardships. often that what man decides to label as a setback, God will use to your advantage.
or, as they say nowadays in businesses: a threat is also an opportunity.

and last I wanted to share with you, that in the last days my fingers have been burning to write again. my way of dancing is with the pen, the feather, and the traces of the ink testify where I have been and even where I am going. may everyone find their own way of dancing for God!

Amen! Amen!

Oh......tha twas good!

You are write, I found that many time others have pointed out to my that typos, or my out right mistakes in spelling a word was used to point out something to me. G-d is so wonderful in using our miss ups to teach us that he is so able to use us when man refuses too. I love they way he loves!

I am rejoicing over your longing to write again. I believe those are the talents G-d as our master Gives us, we arent to dig a hole and bury it, no....we are to use each of them. Even the small ones. They are great in his hands. Did you know I paint! I do...pretty good now, but at one point I falled art in school....just didnt get it. Now it is like I am lead unto understanding what should be done. Way cool!

Abba, Please my his pin Dance with might! IN Jesus name, amen!

HUgs!

Oh you sweet one! Yes I knew that you paint, but your latest reports are so focused on singing.
I pondered this today, and then I clearly saw:

You sing with others, while painting is a solitary activity (and shared afterwards).

I often found it a healing process to have time with God alone, in this solitary process.
Striking the right balance between painting and singing can do much healing.

Also, there is something that I call the "translation of arts".
My friend made a picture and I then felt inspired to translate it into a poem,
like his picture through my eyes. Then a third person said, I can put your poem on music,
and so his perception of my poem became a song.
Someone heard the song and felt inspired to express their perception into a painting.

Faith is much like art, it inspires someone to give a word to someone else,
who then lifts someone else up until all of a sudden we realize we are not alone
but a mighty multitude for God!!!

Than feel free....I will take you up on that one...


http://laureljeanart.com
the cover peace is my logo...you put a poem to it, and I will but that one up on Ebay for that runraiser for the ophanage!

We can make it a teamwork!

I would love to see what you come up with!

Ohh!! What an idea!

*rushing off to be inspired by your painting* =)

Praying.

thanks freedom...need that prayer covering for that project

AS for that dance on sunday...I didnt take the time to say how it all went. I woke up that morning so exsited about it....we prayed and did our dance. It was wonderful, we all seen every one infront of us clapping and singing along, as well as some joining in. That was great, after words, they had a small flood of people that came to get prayed for, and it went on for some time. It was wonderful...I am so happy G-d told me to do it...hard at first, but that fear of what others might say about my size when away. I even seen a women that said she would never get up infront of others and dance, dancing in the back, I told her, it was her moment with G-d...to not let it pass away! Her Change to give something new, and full of joy to G-d didnt pass her by, way cool!

Thanks for praying, everyone of us was able to do that dance, and had a wonderful time doing it.

HUgs!

Befor I stop goin on about this one, I just wanted to add one other things...

My sweet child....I go to her dancing as well as other things, and when she does good on something, I am her biggest fan, chairing her on. I give her a big hug and tell her just how good I feel she has done. Seeing no wrong, even in mistakes!

When I was doing that dance in practice right be for doing it befor the church, us women went into church befor hand and went through it one last time. She sat down right infront of me, and smileing from ear to ear, clapping her little hands, and jumping in her set when I did a part she liked. after words there was this wow, mommy! and as she through her hands around me, and sqizzed hard, saying....you did so good mommy! Good job.....as I was hearing those words...I knew that I had done right by her, seeing her, and watching her and being her chairleader, she than turned around to me mine. Funny how things worked out. I was one that never hand my own mother there to see me inprove, strive and over come....but my child was! OUR GOD is there, each and every time, chairing us on.

I remember that story of steven When he was being stoned, and he got to See Jesus standing my the Father, he wasnt setting, but he was in a prevoked stand, that was his son there getting stones because of his love for Jesus, and he know that it would just be a few mins. more befor he will be standing there with him, and he will get to through his arms around his son...and say STEVEN will done, good job!

He will one day do it to you!

Hugs!

Golden Light

(a poem for laurel)



window awaits the dawn
eager for light to reveal and revel
transparent love of ages
dawn at the gate

five columns arched two by two
seven rows high to the finish
window like a breastplate the
Word transparent of light

hope transported from parent to parent
glow faithful from dawn to dawn
how could not the flowers rejoice
crystal blue savior lifts us anew

parents arched two by two
shielding their fruit
interlocked columns
the Word unbroken

crystal clear



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of course some Scriptures that spoke to me while envisioning your painting...

Isa.54
[12] And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.

Ezek.40
[16] And there were narrow windows to the little chambers, and to their posts within the gate round about, and likewise to the arches: and windows were round about inward: and upon each post were palm trees.

[22] And their windows, and their arches, and their palm trees, were after the measure of the gate that looketh toward the east; and they went up unto it by seven steps; and the arches thereof were before them.

2Mac.3
[19] And the women, girt with sackcloth under their breasts, abounded in the streets, and the virgins that were kept in ran, some to the gates, and some to the walls, and others looked out of the windows.

Matthew 6
[28] And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
[29] And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.