Potter's Hands

Recently I wrote a blog entitled "Woman of God"

And I challanged God to bring on the light.

To show me the things He wants me to change

In order to be the woman he wants me to be. 

Word of advice...don't ever challange God unless you yourself are ready for the challange.

He succeeded the challange. 

And it hurts.

I knew it would though. 

Now the key is how to change those things that He has brought to my attention?

More prayer?

More reading of the Word?

More fasting?

See my problem really lies in the timing. 

I want to change NOW. 

Not a year from now, but RIGHT NOW!

And God is telling me, "slow down speed racer"

See God is the Author of Time and I quickly forget that more often then not. 

I also forget that the life that I live now is only the beginning. 

It's only a fragment of time, but also what I do now may be all I ever do for God and I think that is why I'm so anxious for God to mold me and to use me.

But His time is the best time and I put my life in His hands. 

Jer 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord..." 

Not says me 

Not says my friends

Not says my family

But says The Lord! 

And Although right now it hurts 

And the pain seems impossible to bear

And the ultimate goal seems too unreal

I give my life to the Potter's hands. Jer 18

With Love

Ally

A Man Named Ray

Tired, hungry, and angry, I was at my wit end sitting in the Atlanta Airport Wednesday night delayed because the plane I was on was broken.

Until a man named Ray made his way over to my sister and I.

He was a bit sketchy, not gonna lie, but he came over in desperate need of a phone.

Of course I let him use it and I'm so glad I did because he made the rest of the night bearable.

My sister and I were starving. Our mom told us we should get a voucher for food, but the line was super long for the front desk and I didn't want to make a fool of myself, but Ray was hungry too so he helped us out and got us vouchers.

We spent the whole night with him, eating and conversing about everything and nothing.

I'm pretty sure he was strung out on something, but something about him struck me.

It wasn't his salt and pepper hair that was standing straight up.

It wasn't his leather tanned skin or bug eyes.

It wasn't how he kept saying my sister and I reminded him of his daughters.

It wasn't even his stories that had no meaning behind them and I'm not even sure were all true, I think he just wanted to talk.

It was his Christ like generosity.

He wasn't Godly by any means.

Although he continued to profess his belief in God, his actions and language said otherwise.

But when it came to lending a hand, a couple dollars, or a cigarette to someone, he wouldn't hesitate.

Even in that short time I spent with him and some of the stories he told me, I could tell he'd bend over backwards for even a stranger.

It got me thinking. It's sad Holy Ghost believers...

Who live Godly lifestyles in everything else...

can't even extend their hand to a brother or sister in Christ nevertheless give a couple dollars to a homeless person. Even though the bible says in Proverbs many times and many other books as well that those who give cheerfully will also be blessed.

Yet we don't want to give and even when we do, we don't do it cheerfully.

Thank you Ray you taught me lesson even on a horrible day I thought couldn't be good.

I conclude this with this over used statement, but so true.... WWJD :D

With Love,

Ally

Resurrection Realization

Came home for spring break.

Been here since Tuesday.

It's been a bit bumpy...usually is.

Arguing, complaining, a little laughter, a little tears.

I've been trying to stay pretty neutral and let my Holy Ghost joy shine through, but that is not always the easiest thing to do.

Needless to say I think I've failed.

Really all I want is to see my family back in church.

Back to the way things used to be.

I was really thinking about it today.

We all went to church.

It being Easter in all, they all came.

But I remember going, all of us, when it wasn't Easter.

It was just a plain ole' Sunday morning.

I miss that.

And I know since I left they haven't gone much, if any at all.

And it makes me wonder, if I came back would it help them.

I don't think it would and God knows it wouldn't help me.

I think the only way for them to come back is if they get a sudden realization of what Jesus did for them on Calvary.

My family knows good and well what the bible says Jesus did for us, but I don't think they really realize the love he showed.

I always tell my parents the reason I do what I do

The reason I live the life that I live

Is because Jesus died on the cross for me

And it's the least I can do for Him.

And that has become so much truer today then ever before.

Sitting in church this morning

Hearing the Crucifixion story for the 100th time

It suddenly hit me really hard what God really did for me.

It hit me like a brick in the stomach.

I suddenly felt so bad that someone would go through that for me

And my way of paying him back is what?

living a good life?

It just isn't enough.

I want to do more.

I have to do more.

I NEED to do more.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this.

I forgot due to all the crying and brick in my stomach feelings going on right now.

All I know is...more people need to get a realization of what Jesus did for you and I.

Especially my family.

With Love,

Ally