God Wants to Date His Girls

God Wants to Date His Girls








The Other day, I was talking with my husband about writing a new story in this blog. I have been praying for 2 weeks for God to bless me with a story to write.
It has been a constant prayer during this time. The more I talked to God about it, each day, I felt more of a stirring in my heart…When I talked to my husband about it, he said, “Do you remember that story you wrote about your date with God?” I said, “Yes, what about it?” He said, “I have never got that story out of my mind, I think about it all the time and that story makes me feel special to God.”

I thought on what he had said for a couple days.
While still praying.

Tuesday night, at Bible study…In The book we are using called, How To Find God, the leader of our group was talking about the subject of God’s Spirit will empower your witness. As I casually dropped my eyes over a side section of the page in the book, pertaining to that, I read;

“God didn’t give us the power of the Holy Spirit to feel something, but to accomplish something. Sometimes the Holy Spirit’s power acts like dynamite in our lives, blasting us with zeal, jolting us out of complacency, and motivating us to greater spiritual growth. At other times God’s Spirit is like a dynamic, generating power that Will help us live from day to day at a level we could not achieve on our own.”

This spoke mountains to me.

I felt encouraged. The one thing I ask God for concerning writing for Him in this blog, is encouragement. He knows I need that. Discouragement to me feels like I am sick. Like I am coming down with a bad cold, before it is an actual cold. I hate that feeling.

So I prayed that God would empower me with His Holy Spirit to make that passage of that book alive in me.

God did more than that…because that is how He is. He got in my heart and did a little work on His girl.

The Leader also asked, how do you guard your time with God, because God values your time? Does the activities I choose to do build me up spiritually? She said, to pray to be more sensitive to the things in your life that God is leading you away from or to.
I heard her loud, like trumpets and symbols blowing and banging inside me.

 I prayed some more. I decided, I will really try to put those words into action in my life. Not let the knowledge just rest in my heart, but live it out personally.

So this week…I am not going to watch any TV or DVD that does not reflect goodness. I will not watch shows that are disrespectful of Him, His creation, or others. Shows that gossip or that are disrespectful of the human body in anyway. I will not allow myself to set my eyes on things that disrespect morals and values.
Music either. I will listen only to music that edifies my spirit and draws me to His side and the knowledge of His ways for my life.
If I go to the store, that means being on guard as well.

I told my husband and son about this…They said, “Oh boy!” “You are not going to believe what you have really been seeing and hearing.”

So, I may have been desensitized to little things. Like a passing comment on “a good show or DVD” that actually is harmful, or disrespectful. Maybe even blasphemous to God and against the Character of God.

I am asking God to make me sensitive to the things in my life, surrounding my life, things I have allowed to be snuck into in my life without my even realizing it.
I am asking God to open my eyes to see and my ears to hear. To make my spirit sensitive and strong.

God has been talking to my heart for sometime to have a date with Him. Funny thing is when my husband brought up the story I had written about my date with God…I had already been thinking about, how I really need to have a special date with God, like I used to. I had got away from it…I let life, sickness and every excuse get in the way. I may have forgotten, but God hasn’t. He loves time with us. Real time. Quality, heartfelt, prepared time. He wants to date His Girls.

Last Sunday, the Pastor at our church said something that stirred deep emotions of a memory; The Pastor pointed his finger out toward the congregation and he said,
“Men, you need to date your daughters.”
"They need to know how special they are to you. Tell them they are beautiful. Hold the door open for them. Open the car door for them and shut it for them. Hug them. Talk to them. Be there for them.” “This will keep them for searching out the wrong kind of love. Because the found the right kind of love with you.”

The truth of what he said, struck me in my being like shooting arrows. I instantly felt tears spring to my eyes. I wanted to just lay down on the floor in a heap and weep.

You see, God spoke directly to me, when he said that.

I instantly saw myself on that special date I had with God some time ago.

The feelings, the planning, the anticipation, the love, the excitement, the closeness. Me and My Heavenly Father. No intrusions. Just me and Him.

During that time with My God, I laughed, I cried, I talked and danced with Him. I got in His Word. To get to know Him more and to capture in my heart all that He wanted to show me in His Word.

With all this said, I will now write the story of that special date I had with God.

Some of you know about this story and have told me how it has touched you. For those of you that know this story…you may need a reminder. Just like me.

I mean, look back at what I just written, how many times, did He reach out to me to have another date with Him? I had to share this date story again. For you, for me and for those who need to know what you felt.


God Wants to Date His Girls.


Whenever I “Need” specific time with God, I prepare myself.
I prepare like I am going on a date. Only it is at home. I make sure no one will be home during these times, no phones on, no one coming over…This is my special date with God.
I get up early, clean up the house, make it smell good. Light some candles.

My Father and I have a date. I want things to look nice for Him.

I take a shower and fix myself up to look pretty for God during this time I will have with Him.
I look forward to these times and my heart is filled with anticipation.

One time, some time ago, my husband and son were planning a trip to S.C. leaving on a Saturday for the weekend to spend time with his sister, Esther and her family. I decided that when they are gone, I could have some good, quality alone time with My Heavenly Father.

I couldn’t wait for the weekend. The week seemed to drag by so slow. Finally the day arrived for them to be on their way. I did everything I could to get them going, I even put their bags in the car for them, the night before.
I cleaned out the car and vacuumed it. Because my husband likes to do that before he goes on any trip and always waits to the last minute to do it, so I thought, I would get a step ahead of him and get it done for him, so they can be on their way more quickly.

That Saturday morning I kissed them, watched them get in the car, with a smile on my face, saying to myself quietly, “hurry up and go already, “  as I am waving goodbye to them. I have plans with God.
As I saw them drive out of sight, I turned my full attention to having time with God. I got the whole weekend this time.

I treasured every single moment. I read my Bible a lot that weekend. I had learned that if you want to get to know God, there are 3 things that you must do. Read His Word. Talk to Him. Allow Him to Work in your life.
I asked the Holy Spirit to open the eyes of my heart and that when I read His Word that I would have understanding. I asked Him to make it alive in me as I read.
I found out that, the Bible is Holy Spirit inspired and is God breathed. That it is alive and deep. I wanted to feel what that meant. So I asked the Holy Spirit to give that experience to me as I read. When I read this time…it was different.

It felt like the words were coming right off the pages and straight into my heart. I was receiving it, like water for a thirsty flower. As I read, I felt each word, move within me. I could feel the words breath into my heart, my very being. I was so grateful and I prayed that the words I read would never leave me. I have read the Bible before, many times, and I have never felt that way before.

During my date with God, I didn’t talk to him with my thoughts, inside myself….I talked to Him out loud. I told Him anything and everything I wanted to share with Him. I expressed how I felt about Him. What I thought about what I have learned about Him. My Desires, hopes, dreams. Things that caused me stress. Things I needed to work on in my life. I talked to Him about my family and friends.

I turned on worship music, I loved on Him, raised my hands high, got on my face flat, danced for Him. I blew a kiss to Him and reached out like I was hugging Him. I told Him how much I loved Him and appreciated His promises in my life.

It was our time.
I valued this time. This moment.
I told God, thank you for letting me experience Him in a whole new wonderful way.

That weekend is deep seeded in my heart. I got to be alone with my Heavenly Father for a whole weekend. I felt like a princess. Like there was no one else, but Him and I. We shared so much that weekend.

It is not embarrassing or foolish to spend time with God. Be your complete self. He loves you unconditional. Hold nothing back. Make plans to spend time with your Heavenly Father, with no distractions…it feels good to make plans to do this and builds up anticipation.

You’re his Pretty Princess and your Father wants time with you. He has a place of honor for you, by His side.


Kim Wenrich
2 Corinthians 5:17
Psalms 139
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The Game. What is your war cry?

The Game.

What is your war cry?

Today…I was spending some time with God. Praying and reading His Word.
Praise and worship music playing in the background. I sat quietly for a little bit, reflecting on my time with Him. My heart began to be stirred deep inside for the love I feel for Him. I began to feel an overflowing of complete gratefulness to have such a wonderful God in my life that cares so much about me.
I said in my heart, “God, today would be a good day to write a story for the blog.”
“What could I write today Lord?”
I remembered about this I wrote this story some years back…when X-Box first came out, I had titled it, The Game.
My son and my husband were my inspiration to write it because of their shenanigans while they played it together.
I read it over. I said in my heart to God, “There is a spiritual side to this Lord, help me share this silly story and how this story can compare to our spiritual life and our relationship with you.”
So here it goes….

The Game


They played that game all the time. Every moment they got a chance to.
I have HAD to hide the game from them a time or two. Being the “good wife and mom” that I am, I could see that their playing it too much was sucking the brains right out of their heads. The reason that I know this is, because, whenever I spoke to them while they were playing the game, they couldn’t see me or hear me.


At one point they started to turn on each other and didn’t know why.
"You Cheated!” I’d hear. “Stop firing your weapon at me!”
"Get out of my way!” (and they would be sitting right next to each other)
This became their native language. But you see, they didn’t know it, but I could see into their twisted little made up world. They thought their game world was protected and secure. There were times when one of them would actually come away from that world to cry or fuss about the other one…over…”The Game.”
When I responded, the shock of hearing my voice made them realize they were not in their world anymore and MUST go back before they could never return.
They couldn’t help it really, The Game had messed with their head and distorted their reality. I understood that by what I was seeing.
They needed my help and fast….before it was too late!


If a person came by the house and didn’t know they were playing “The Game”…they could think we had a violent home!!! I didn’t want anyone to get “that” idea at all.
So one fine day, I pulled the plug. When they discovered this…I had to prepare myself for a battle. I put on my gear. Helmet, shield, combat boots and camouflage. I took a deep breath and fought the good fight. They went away from me, hurt and wounded. But they will survive. They had withdrawal symptoms pretty bad at first. But like all addicts, they felt better after awhile. The first few days, were hard for them. They would ask….”So where did you hide it?” “Hide what!” I’d say.
“Yooooou knooooow!” They would say.
I said, “I don’t know, do you?” They would give me a confused look each time. This went on just like that for a few days. Nothing else really said.
I expected them to be confused for awhile.

After a few days of this test of my combat capabilities, they got a little more aggressive.
See, they were trained professionals…”The Game” had taught them combat strategies and maneuvers. It knew one day it would be challenged and it had to equip it’s enlisted for that moment.
“WHERE Is The Game?!” “I WANT The Game!” “I AM Going To Play The Game!!” They would demand like this of me for the next few days.
I would just shake my head at them, feeling sorry for them and reassure them by telling them, “you’ll be fine.” “you’ll be just fine.”

I had been declared the enemy in their little minds.
But I knew in a few more days after the withdrawals were over and The Game left their system, they again would gain brain activity and be able to think clear. The Game would not be constantly beckoning them into its world anymore then.
It has been a while since anyone has mentioned “The Game.”
Could it be, they are finally free of its hold?
I pray so. I really pray so.
I have since returned “The Game.” It has been a while since I did. I am relieved to say. I have had no signs of having to prepare for the next mission.
I know this is a crazy story. But guess what it is true. All true. These were true events and words. All said and all done within my household.
(names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved)
Just kidding
I didn’t mention any names, anyhow.
But hey, if you think this was about two kids…nope, it wasn’t. It was my husband and my son. This happened and they stay at it to this day.
But The Game has evolved. It is smarter, faster and seems to have a mind of its own. Now, It has gathered reinforcements. I hear loud shouts and cries from my son’s bedroom from time to time. When I look in to make sure all is well, any where from 3 to 4 new faces turn to look at who is standing in the door way, invading their protected combat territory, trying to decide if I am foe or friend. I see a new story in my future!

What is our war cry?
Do we find our voice when things in our lives are morally and spiritually wrong?

We need to stand up to the wrong around us and equip ourselves for battle. The Word of God clearly tells us to do so.
Will we let the ways of this world take over our thoughts and behaviors?

As Christians we are to be light unto this world. Shinning for all to see. Others need to see Jesus in us. In all we do. Even the little things. I have come to understand that people watch the little things more than the big things in the lives of Christians, of those who say they are God’s child.
Our little things, speak very big things to the hearts of others.

Here is another thought…when we think we are alone, we are not. If you are a Child of God, Jesus is always with you. He will never leave you or forsake you. The Holy Spirit is constantly at work in your heart, searching the things of your heart out.
But do know this, there is a war going on for you all the time. All the time. A spiritual war. The principalities of the air, of hell, want you…they want to keep you from a relationship with God and are doing everything to stop you constantly. The angels of God fight for you. You are that precious and priceless.

The enemy of our souls don’t fight for those that belong to him, why should he, he already has them. But he will do all he can to keep anybody from knowing God and having a relationship with God.

Have you ever seen a movie that has to do with fighting between good and evil?
Imagine that 10 times more so. That is what is going on just for you.

God fights for you.
There is power in prayer. Never forget that.

Romans 12 :2 tells us to not be conformed to this world. To be renewed in our minds, prove what is good and acceptable to God.

Romans 8: 36, 37 and 38 Tells us we are not loved by this world and that we are conquerors through Jesus who has loved us.

Ephesians 6:11 through18 is awesome to read. Take time to read that one through. It tells us how to stand strong and how to win the war of our mind, spirit and body.

1 Timothy 6:11 and 12 tells us to fight the good fight of faith.

1 Thessalonians 5:8 Have faith and love on your breastplate and wear the helmet of salvation.

Psalms 46:1 We never have to fear or feel worried that we can’t stand. It says, God is our refuge and strength and helps us every time we need Him and ask Him to help.

James 5:16 Tells the righteous of God, those that are His. That our prayers are effectual and availed much.

Never stop praying. Never stop doing good. Let you light shine. Let your prayers be your war cry.
Hide the Word in your heart so that you may not sin against God.
Psalms 119:11
Don’t hide the sin. Don’t play with it either.

He loves you and wants good for you all the days of your life.
It is time, we put on our combat gear and fight the good fight. Turn our faces toward God and fall on our knees to the One that restores life to us.

We need to stand in the gap as prayer warriors for our loved ones and friends. For the hurting and damaged. Lifting our hands high to the one that sweeps in like a mighty rushing wind to those who call on Him with their whole heart.

Oh My God! I love you! You alone are grace and mercy for our lives. You are the Mighty One. The Holy One. In You I put all my trust.
God, may we get serious about you and the ways of you into our lives. Lord, send your Holy Spirit to burn our hearts within us. So that we clearly see you.
Protect our hearts and mind from the evil one. Create in us a clean heart Oh God and renew a right spirit with us.

Kim Wenrich
2 Corinthians 5:17
Psalms 139
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The Beauty of A Home

The Beauty of A Home


We love living here in the mountains. It is a quite, gentle place. Filled with beauty and kind people.
My husband moved us here  to start a new life.
God had plans for us and He saw us through some tough times.
God has his reasons for the direction our lives took.
We obeyed Him, even if it was hard.

Through all this, God was getting my husband’s attention. What it took to have that happen, cost us almost everything. Even nearly his own life. I will get to that in this story.

Before coming to this great place we are now at.
We lived in Richmond for a short time…we started going to a church there called The Roc. He and my son, starting serving and helping in a couple of different ministries within that church, whenever they could.

My husband was over the road truck driver.
He was gone out a lot. He made sure he was home on Saturdays…that was the day they did anything they could to serve at the church. Saturdays was a big day at the church…children’s ministries were  in full swing, and plenty of activities to help and be apart of in it. That night was church service in general for everyone.
They always came home, so filled with joy and good things to tell me.

There is a lot of soul winning at this church as well. Groups would go out and minister to the needs of the inner city people and lead them to Christ. It is normal to know that at least 500 a week were getting saved. My husband and son loved going out soul winning. Telling others about God’s great love for them. They didn’t just do it during the times the groups went out from the church, they did it all the time, everywhere they went.

To this day, my husband is a soul winner. It is in heart. It is his great joy to do so.

He doesn’t just go to anyone…though, God has given him a gift of knowing who to talk to and who is saved and who is not. The Lord speaks to his heart, who to go to and talk to. Every time this happens between him and God, this person is lead to Christ.

I saw this many times while out with him. I will give you an example of the first time I saw this. While we were out one day, driving down the road, my husband turned into Taco Bell in Richmond. I was concerned, because I was on my way to a Dr. appointment and was running on time…stopping meant being late. I said, “What are you doing?” “We don’t have time to stop here.” He said, “I have to, see that man over there.”
He pointed to a man standing with a group of people outside the restaurant. “That man, there.” “The Lord just told my heart, to stop and ask him if he wanted to know who Jesus is.” I said, “Go then.”
Who am I to get in the way of eternity.

I sat in the car and watched.
I will tell you later why I did not get out or go out and do what my husband does.

I sat in the car and saw my husband practically run up to the man. The man saw him coming. My husband had a huge smile on his face and gladness in in heart. It looked like he was seeing an old friend he had not seen in a long time and was so happy for the moment. I heard my husband say. “Hey man!” “I got something to ask you.” “Do you know who Jesus is?!” The man smiled at David and said, “No man, but I sure want to.”
I saw them move closer to each other and I saw them praying together. David then gave that man a big hug, and told him, “Welcome to the Kingdom of God!”
“You belong to Him now and He lives in your heart!”
The man was smiling the most wonderful smile I had ever saw in my life.

I was sitting in the car, tears running down my face. I just witnessed a moment in time that was priceless, it entered my heart and would stay for ever.

This is what my husband does. The Lord will speak in his heart and tell him to say a certain thing to certain people and whatever that is, captures their hearts, cause it is meant just for them. He ends up praying for them, planting seeds, leading them to Christ.

I remember he told me once, the Lord asked him to tell a waitress something, at a truck stop he was at.

He said, he walked in and sat down to get a bite to eat before going back out on the road. The Lord said to him, “I want you to tell that woman, that Jesus is her friend and that I love her.” David did just that. He said, “I want you to know, Jesus loves you and He is your friend.” She broke down crying, sat down with him and told her of the pain in her life that she was experiencing and how she was needing to hear that, she was wondering if anybody loved her anymore or cared about her. He assured her that God did and was with her. He prayed with her.

I do not have this special gift. I think sometimes, I sure wish I could do what my husband does….but God gives each person different gifts. Mine is in writing and in encouraging others.

My son caught the fire of soul winning while we lived in Richmond. He was attending a very violent middle school there. You would wonder, why would we put our son there…well we were obeying God, even if it scared us or was not what we wanted….it was what God wanted. God took care of my son. My son made fast friends with one our neighbor’s son. He became a Christian and together they lead 25 kids to Jesus in that middle school, during that time.  Now, my son is in High school, thinking about his future, college and ministry.

During this time in Richmond, my husband was out in another state, a long way from home, his appendix busted. He ended up in the hospital. The Dr. said it was a miracle he survived it. Because he was 4 days out with a busted appendix. It was the grace of God that kept him alive.

Not long after that, he lost his job.
The sewer in the house broke and for reasons we still can’t figure out, the landlord would not fix it.
Our dog got hit by a car. That is a cool story too though….God healed our dog. My son and I prayed for her for 3 days, slept beside her and read Psalms to her. The vet told us she would not live out the night.. We didn’t give up….in 3 days she was up and herself again…now she has a limp in her front leg…but she is alive.
Then our car got reposed.
Our next door neighbor decided in her mind we were her enemy and relentlessly picked on us. She wrote us bad letters and put them in a chair on our porch for us to read.

Don’t worry about her too much though, we kept loving her and doing good to her, praying for her…she broke down and cried, told us she was sorry and was scared she was going to go to hell for the way she treated us…we told her we forgave her and she went to church with us one night and gave her heart to Jesus.

These things all took place in a weeks time. One right after the other.

I learned much later that my husband had been praying for awhile about going into to ministry full time at The Roc and wanted God to do whatever it took, if that was His will for us.
I said to my husband, “Good gracious!” “Couldn’t you just listened to what He wanted you to do the first time, with out being so hard headed.” “Look what we went through.”

I also learned God had a bigger plan and it didn’t just include us. God works all things out for our good. This I know is true for our lives.

It came to the point when we had to move out of the house.

My husband met with the Pastor of the church he was attending, told him what was going on and what was in my husband’s heart, to serve there and it was decided that we would go to the Roc and volunteer in full time ministry, in whatever way we were needed, give them all we had in our home and in return, while we would serve there, they would give us a place to live and provide our needs.

I was sick and I was sacred. I had not been well for some time and I suffered from sever agoraphobia and panic attacks. I was not well physically as well and was suffering.
I would pray and cry myself to sleep each night, I wanted God to heal me, so I can live a “normal” life. I was on the inside looking out and missing life.

I also wanted to obey God and I wanted to support my husband.

I had to drag myself out of the “safety” of my room and go to the rest of the house and begin to pack things to give to the church, so my “treasures” could be a blessing to others.
It was so hard for me and I cried the whole time. My tears fell like a broken water faucet.
I felt I was giving away my life and it hurt and it was hard. I was giving up everything. My safe feelings I created for myself…my family, my life, my things…myself.

I watched my comfy cozy bed, that had been my life and my safe place to hide in for too many years, go into a big truck for someone else. My dressers, my son’s bedroom set and things…pots, pans, dishes, TV, couches, chairs, lamps, microwave…everything…
but my pictures and Jonathan’s things I saved from when he was a baby.
Just kept some very personal items…stored in my in-laws barn on their farm.

My husband, hugged me and comforted me and told me God would take good care of us and would bless us. That all our things would be a great blessing to others. They were just things. Still I got to understand how hard it is to let go of “things.”

It was hard for me to give up everything, of what little we had left. I was upset about it.
I was unsure of what was next. Plus I was very sick. I barely would come out of my bedroom, much less think of going into ministry at an inner city church.
I was thinking, how easy it would be to just put a mattress down on the floor of my empty bedroom and just fall asleep. Even in a house with the sewer broken.

We had $20 to our name the last day at the house. I said to my husband, “What are we going to do?” “I have medicines to get, we need to feed Jonathan and we have needs.“
I was crying. My sweet husband hugged me and he said, “God will take care of us.” Right then, there was a knock at the door. Our neighbor from across the street, (not the one that was being mean), came over and she said, “I felt it in my heart to come over here and give you this.” She handed my husband $80.
We cried and thanked her. We prayed that God would bless her 3 times as much.
God was right then demonstrating the beginning of meeting all our needs, even before we set foot out of that house.

The next day, I was to serve at the church’s thrift store. I had a terrible panic attack. A beautiful woman of God, named Monica that also served there, saw my distress, she just grabbed me and wrapped her arms around me like a blanket and washed me over in prayer. I could feel the love of God covering me in her arms. After that I was fine and while there I did not experience another attack.

Inside of a week, we watched God bless others with our things. I saw it with my eyes, it blessed my heart. I felt grateful to do it and humbled to be serving Him in all areas of my life. Joy entered me and I felt like It was like popcorn popping in my heart, none stop.

I never felt so complete and humbled at the same time. I saw first hand in ministry there, real hurt, pain, and need. My own was a shadow compared to the needs in Richmond. Thank God for The Roc. For any Church and the people willing to give themselves up so others can know God and to be a comfort and help to others that need it. I saw giving, by the people in that church in such profound ways. No regard to self, if there was a need, that was the most important moment, nothing else mattered. Time stopped and surrounded each person in thier need, so they could be loved on and that need to be met. God touched me in the deep places of my heart. I came to know love like I never known it before. I reflect often at my times at The Roc. My heart is still there. I cry sometimes still, for missing it. My husband, son and I repeatedly say to one another, we would do it again Lord. Yes Lord, we would. If He asked it of us again…we would not hesitate.

My family and I were only there for a season. But in the time we were there God did a great work in our hearts. We are forever changed.

Now we are here. In the mountains. God is restoring our lives, in His way.
Gently healing me in His rest and peace. He has been blessing us ever so slowly and providing all that we need in His time. Replacing the things in our lives that we gave. But we get to keep what treasures He gave in our hearts, in the place of the “treasures” we gave away to others.

Nothing compares.

We are in a church here, with similarities of The Roc. It is called Valley Church. The heart is the same. We feel grateful to call Valley Church our church family. The Pastor preaches from the Bible and speaks truth. He has a heart for God and the people, you can see it in his face and hear it in his words and feel it in your heart. You know you are at the right place, if you are at a church that keeps you growing in love and the knowledge of God.
If you never leave feeling corrected, convicted or wanting to change or improve, then you are most likely at a dead church. A good pastor, will draw you to the heart of God and then encourages you to go deeper still. The leaders he puts in place in the church, should be doing the same, by example. No church is without faults…we are all human. But God is without faults and He works in the hearts of men, to do His good will.

Some have said to my husband, “How could you do that to your family, just give it all up and not be a man and take better care of them.”
My husband doesn’t get offended. I do though. In my eyes, my husband is my hero. He obeyed God. Even though it was hard. Even though we suffered. We encountered, things man can never give to us.
We encountered God. People of a church that lived Jesus out loud. We encountered a flowing of peace everlasting. A continual understanding of the realities of God loving a lost and dying world.

We know God, we love Him and we serve Him.
You can never out give God.

Our life belongs to God. We give it freely to Him. After all, He gave His life for us. That is a debt no man can pay. Jesus paid a price we could never repay, out of complete and perfect love toward all men.

Each person’s life is planned different. No journey is the same. None should ever be judged by anyone else. Every relationship with God is different. That is a personal thing. A sacred thing. A most prized experienced only between God and another. No one should compare their relationship with God to any one else.

I am proud of my husband, I have deep respect for him. I honor him and love him. God choose this man just for me to share time and space with him on this earth.

I do confess, I sometimes still fret over wanting this or that for the house to make it into a home. God cares about that for me. But He also reminds me what is most important.

Right before we left The Roc, my sweet friend, Monica gave me a love letter out of a book she had at the time.
The book is called, Love Letters From Your King, by Sherri Rose Shepherd.

This is what it said.
My Princess…fill your home with peace.

I know how hard it is for you to feel content in your home when you’re always wanting one more thing to make it the perfect place. I long to give you beautiful things that turn a house into the haven of a home; but My Princess, you must first learn to let Me build in you a place of peace and contentment. Do your best to rest in Me and wait for Me, and then I will give you what I know will benefit you the most. I want you to make your home a place that builds relationships and reflects who you are in Me. Remember that your loved ones need you more than any material thing. So decorate your home with joy, fill it with timeless memories, and create a safe place to grow in Me.

Love, Your King and Resting Place

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled.

Monica had no clue how God was using her right then. I keep this “Love Letter” handy, whenever I get discouraged about homemaking, I get this letter out and read it. I get my heart set on what truly makes a home beautiful.

Not long ago, my husband and I were up early, sitting at the table having coffee and talking about God. We were discussing how we needed to please God with our lives and with our actions to each other in the home. So others that come into our home can see a reflection of Him in our lives. We prayed together and asked God to help us do that and to help us please Him with our lives in our home, so that others who come in can know His love for them. We asked Him to forgive us, for the times we have not being doing that and asked God to help us be more tolerant and forgiving of each other.

After we prayed that together, I gave a kiss to my husband and told him I was going to show more thoughtfulness of him and show that I cared more about his feelings.

All at once, I had a type of vision.

I saw a large water fountain in the center of my home. It was flowing smoothly and was refreshing and calming. Then I saw it with rocks in it and grim and dirt, stopping it up and it was running slower and then hardly at all, then none at all.

I got an understanding of what it meant.

The fountain is the spirit of the home, the Holy Spirit must run through our lives and in the home. Our bad actions, words and sin causes Him not to flow. We must work on keeping our fountain clean and flowing. (Our Spirit)
The Holy Spirit works through us and is the well spring of our lives.
People should come into my home feeling refreshed, calm, safe and at peace.
The Holy Spirit can’t flow through our lives if we clog up our spirit with messy things, it is my responsibility to keep my spirit clean and available to represent Him in my home and in my life.

I am very grateful to have Jesus living in my heart and in my home. He is welcomed in both. I have invited Him to do so. He makes all the difference in our lives.

KimWenrich
2 Corithians 5:17
Psalms 139