Pu'rpura Mariposa-Purple Butterfly

Pu’rpura Mariposa

                                            
I do not know her name, I don’t know who she is. But God does, completely.
He knows her so well, He knows that her favorite color is purple and that she is a Butterfly in her home to her family.

This is how I know this…..

The Women’s Bible that I attend at Valley Church, was having a Christmas party the week before Christmas. The Leader of our group, Amanda, let us know what we are going to be doing…finger foods, making an Advent Wreath to remember Jesus in the season and we were going to play a “White Elephant” gift exchange. That is when you bring a gift anonymously and place it in a pile. Then each person draws a number. Starting with the person with number 1 to the last number of the person participating, you get to pick a wrapped gift in the middle or you can steal one that someone has already opened.

That week,
I told my husband…I wanted to get a gift, but had no idea what to buy. I thought of many different things. We were told the spending limit was up to $10. I ran by my ideas to him. I still was undecided. So while we were out, we prayed together and I said this to God, “God, I don’t know what to buy as a gift. I don’t know who will pick this gift at the party. But You do. Lord, I pray You will help me pick the gift for that person. I pray it will bless her and be personal to her. I want her to know how special she is to You in a personal way. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.”

We were going on down the road and my husband pulled up to Pier One.
I said to him, “What in the world are you doing here?” He said, “I know you don’t like this store, but be patient with me. I think you are going to find the gift for that person you prayed for here.”
I was very unsure of that. I do not like that store and my husband knows that.
But I decided to trust the idea.

I have learned, we make our plans, but God does direct our paths.
Proverbs 3:6 “In all you ways acknowledge Him, And he will make your paths straight.”
Proverbs 16:9 “The mind of man plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.”

I went in, standing just inside the front door, I looked all around me and wanted to turn right back out and go somewhere else…but something in me pulled me right on in….I ventured in, looking at the unusual things in there. I said out loud, “God, what could be here, for the girl You have in mind?”

Then, THERE IT WAS!
I saw it and I was drawn to it.
I looked up and hanging from the ceiling was a beautiful purple butterfly. It had purple ribbons that trailed down below it.
I looked down at the table, searching for a purple one….I found a pink one, yellow, blue, green…every color of the rainbow. But I couldn’t find purple.
I had to get purple.
There in the back of the pile on the bottom was ONE PURPLE BUTTERFLY.
I felt my heart jump and squeeze with the assurance. Yes, that is it!
I then saw a pretty purple flower pen. I said, “I got to get this too. The lady that gets this might feel like a princess.”
I also had a purple little card that said, “God’s Girl.” I taped it to the package of the butterfly and put the pretty flower pen beside it and wrapped it up.

I said to my husband, “God sure did lead me to this and purple seems to be the theme.”

Now I think the purpose of this gift exchange thing, is that others don’t know who gave what. But I wanted the lady who got this to know God had her in mind specifically and personally. Not me….God. From my heart I wanted and prayed for it to be that way.

The time of the party came. I laid the wrapped gift down and went about doing party things with these wonderful women in this group.

God worked out many little intricate details…during the gift exchange…I understood this later, as I reflected in my quite time what exactly took place. Your going to like this.

Weeks before this…my son and I went to a craft fair. There I saw a tiny Christmas village. The person that had this, took 3 little buildings, one a church and placed them in a basket, glued down fluff for snow and tiny white lights in the snow and under the little buildings. She added a few little statues of people and trees. I looked at that really closely and I liked it a lot. A whole lot.
I saw the tag on it and saw it was way too much for my budget. But thought it looked worth the price, considering.
I thought in my heart…”maybe one day, I can make one for myself.”
And off I went about my day…not another thought of it.

But you have got to know this…God was there.
He knows my thoughts, my heart’s desires. Everything about me. He loves me and cares about the details of my life.

Because during the Christmas party, one of those sweet ladies, had bought a village kit, 3 little buildings, one a church and wrapped each and every little piece, included a box of tiny white lights and the white fluff for snow! She had placed it all in a big Christmas bag.
I saw this when a lady picked this gift and opened it.
My eyes got big as half dollar coins!
I thought, “Oh yes, I am going to steal that one when it is my turn!”

I even went out of turn, by reading my number wrong. I didn’t have my glasses on. When the number I thought was mine was called, I went right up to that prize and started packing it up for myself.
Then another lady said, “You might not want to pack that up so fast, what if one of us wants it.” I stopped in my tracks. I felt instantly very selfish and bad on the inside. I stepped away, and said, “Oh, I didn’t think of that…I am so sorry. I will share. If anyone else wants it, that is okay.”

Then right beside me was Frances. I have grown to love this precious lady since I met her. She is such a sweet loving soul, full of grace and gentleness. I can’t imagine my life with out her imprint.  She said in such a sweet soft voice, “Excuse me Kim, are you certain about the number you have, I am sure I have that number.”

I took another hard look at my slip of paper and there it was, the wrong number.
I was actually 2nd to the last of us all.

I was so embarrassed. It seems, I never can do anything in a quite way.
I seem to stand out all the time, everywhere I go. I ask God all the time, “God please make me quite, not so loud and bold in my ways. Sometimes I think I should just tie bells to my heels where ever I go. I am that obvious and I don’t like it.”

I am starting to think, He likes me the way I am. Because nothing has changed about my personality or character no matter how hard I try and pray about it. Maybe I should just be who He made me to be and Thank Him for it. He will work on the areas that need His touch. I am sure of that.

As the gift exchange went on, I noticed no one was stealing the village. Then I wondered if they were all being nice cause they knew I wanted it.
I couldn’t believe no one else would want that! :)
I am not implying that the other gifts were not nice. They were all very nice. My heart was just set on one. The Village Set.

I also saw how the gift I bought was being left each time in the pile. No one was picking it. Even though no one knew who brought what, I felt indifferent, like the kid who got picked last at school cause no one liked her/him. I was getting a little hurt feelings, to tell you the truth.

But as I felt that, I begin to watch something dynamic unfold.

It finally was my turn. Yes, I got my village!

Then it was the last lady’s turn. The gift I brought, still sat all alone. Nobody picked it and she didn’t have a choice. It was all that was left. But I forgot she got the option to steal. And she left that gift on the floor and went to each person in the room to see which one she wanted. That meant that the person she took the gift from, would get the last gift laying in the floor.

She took a gift that was picked earlier from a girl that was sitting near a corner of the room and sat down with it. That meant that girl had to take the last unwrapped gift in the floor.

So she got it. Unwrapped it and held it to her chest. She is of Spanish nationality. She said, “Don’t steal.” “Do not steal.”

But the thing is…no one had the option to steal a gift. It was over. She was the last with the last gift.

I could hear her talking to her mom, in English and then in Spanish. I wanted to get closer to hear her. I wanted to know what she was saying.

I wanted to know what God did for her and how He answered my prayer.

I heard her say…”Purple and Butterfly and I am God’s Girl.”

So at the end of the party, I went to her side and I told her, her gift was so pretty and the ribbons were pretty that hung down from it.

She said, that Purple was her favorite color and in her family she is known as the Butterfly. She said it in Spanish to me too, Pu’rpura Mariposa.

I don’t know her…I didn’t know purple is her color and that she has a nick name of butterfly at home by her family. But God did.
He knew her favorite color and all the sweet details of her life.

He knows that about you too. That is how much He is into you.
Don’t think for a second you don’t matter. Everything about you, is everything to Him. You are perfectly and wonderfully made. He created everything about you. As my Bible Study Leader, Amanda says, “It is a great joy to delight in the things of Him.”
So delight in Him and rejoice in His great love for you and all that concerns you.
You are His favorite.

Kim Wenrich
Pslams 139
2 Corithians 5:17
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It Was A Good Moment

It Was A Good Moment


The other day I was reminded of how attentive my God is to me.
I wanted to share that with you.

My husband and I were in the car discussing Christmas a few days ago.
It seems the older the child, the more expensive the requests get.
The wishes seems shorter, but the cost seems more.

I remember when my son was 3, 4 and 5 years old. I found great deals at thrift stores. Incredibly, what he wanted I usually found there and could make them look clean and new. I would wrap them up and put them under the tree. He was so excited and happy with those things. He would open them up and be wide eyed and filled with joy. Giving us hugs and thank yous. Saying, “this is the best Christmas ever,” in those little years. He’d play for hours until he feel asleep right there by the tree on the floor.

Oh the memories. It was a good moment.

Our best memories were at this little house we lived at in Ruther Glen. We lived there from when my son was 3 until he was nearly 8 years old.
Every one of those Christmas’ there, is remembered in our hearts.
We talk often of them at this time each year, with smiles and with tears of gratitude in our hearts.

I remember one in particular that will never leave my heart. It was our first year at the little house. My husband and I got up early, before light.
He started a fire in the wood stove. I turned on the Christmas lights on the tree and on the green garland across our entry way between the living room and the kitchen. I lit some candles and together my husband and I started coffee and breakfast. Our sweet little boy, 3 years old, still sleeping all snug and cozy in his bed.
My husband’s birthday is the same date as Christmas day. So this day is extra special to us.

As my husband and I were in the kitchen finishing up with things, we planned to call his parents to come over before Jonathan was awake, so they could see him when he gets up and starts his Christmas adventures. What a joy for us all to share in that moment together.

Before David called them, he and I prayed together. We held hands in the kitchen and bowed our heads. We asked our God to be apart of this wonderful day. We asked Him to bless the day and to keep in our hearts the real reason we were celebrating this day.
To make it alive and real in our hearts and to each one there that day.
We thanked Him for Jesus and giving His only Son for us. We asked Him to bless our time together with our family.

As my husband said Amen. We began to feel something extraordinary. Suddenly the room felt warmer, more bright and we could even smell the goodness of our Lord as He swept His Holy Spirit around us like a hug and moved into our hearts the reality of His love and sweetness for us. We could not help but stand there in that Holy moment.

We thanked Him for this out loud and our hearts filled will wonder and excitement like we have never felt before.
It was a good moment.

Each Christmas after that, had the same atmosphere for us there at the little house.

Until we moved.
Each year since we moved…I think back.
I want to recapture that time in my mind.
That experience. No man can give us that experience we had there.
It came from our God, not man.

I carry it in my heart wherever I go.
That Holy moment is within me, my son and husband.
God takes good care of His own.

So whoever is reading this, you maybe wealthy, poor or just making it. I don’t know.
It doesn’t make you better or worse for it. If you are a child of God, you have the perfect gift to offer and that would be Jesus. It was paid for by a price that can never be repaid. The most valuable of gifts is Jesus. Let us focus on what Christmas really means.
Not in what we can buy and get.

God will take care of you in the ways that you need Him to. Need a job, food, needs met,
ask The Great I Am. He does greater things then these.

Just the other day…my now 16 year old son, was excited about putting up a tree this year.
He talked about it for 3 weeks. He wanted a 6 foot multi color pre-lit white tree.
Kind of specific huh? He wanted to put it up the day after Thanksgiving.

Due to circumstances beyond our control, we did not have the money to get him a tree. We talked to him and told him, “maybe by the week of Christmas we would see what we could do.”
I know there are people that put up their trees even on Christmas eve.

But Jonathan is different. He is a Christmas person. He is thinking about Christmas in November and playing Christmas music all the time. He is just that way.

I had just had surgery in the beginning of November, I was in no mood for anything.
I am just wanting to heal and get over myself and my crazy hormonal emotions.
But I got my boy to think of. So I pray.

I don’t know when, but apparently some time ago, I mentioned buying Jonathan that tree he wanted to my friends right down at the bottom of our driveway.
They showed up the night before Thanksgiving with a new 6 foot white multi-colored pre-lit tree for my boy. What a beautiful surprise. It brought tears to our eyes.
We were so touched by their generous gift.

Jonathan was so excited and happy about it. I knew he would put it up as soon as possible. Before I knew it, he had the tree up and our Christmas boxes of decorations everywhere. Things scattered and pulled out.

You see, I know God spoke to their hearts for us. I just know He did that. And they responded to His prompting to love on us.

God uses us all in different ways for all kinds of reasons.
We are to love one another, show generosity. To be kind and thoughtful.
Can you put those things in a box and wrap them up? No, but you can give it away from your heart. Priceless.

As we are going about this season with whatever is on our minds…lets not forget to let our hearts speak to us. In all circumstances, let peace and love abound.
Sometimes all someone else might need, truly need is a hug or a kind word.

Let someone go in line in front of you. Hold open a door. Move a grocery basket to the right place that someone left thoughtlessly in the middle of the parking lot.
So what if it is not yours.
If you see a person that has pretty hair, a nice shirt on, or a nice smile, tell them so.

Think a minute or two before you go out into your day…sit in your car and ask God to bless your day and to help you see with His eyes today, to see others as He sees them, to help you watch out for someone to bless.

I have heard before, that a kind word has spoke healing into the lives of others and also I have heard a kind word or act has even saved a life. You just never know. But God does. Trust Him to lead your heart to love others.

Buy lunch or dinner for someone you don’t know. Someone you don’t know. Let me repeat, how about someone you don’t know. Let your heart speak to you.
Let the God of all gods lead you toward goodwill to others.

I know this has got long…but I want to tell you one other story.
Last year in early November, I had $20 left from my budget until pay day.
I said in my heart, “God, I know I only have $20 left…but I really want to have a good meal with my son out today. I really want to go to Cracker Barrel for dinner.”
(God knows that is my favorite)
I said, “God, I hadn’t been keeping much down and I know a good meal from there would hit the spot and I would get to have some quality time with my son.”
Well I went and picked him up from school that afternoon when school let out.
I announced to him. “Guess what, you and I are going to Cracker Barrel for dinner!”
He said, “Can I get what I want.” “I want to eat until I am full.”
(he has always said that)
I said, “Absolutely.”

So we went. We had good conversation and good food. We talked about memories of him as a kid. Of what he was like when he was little and how he is such a joy to his dad and I.
I thanked him for being good and for trying to live a life that pleased God.
I sang to him a song, my mom used to sing to me, “You are my sunshine.”
We even played a paper game, the one called the dot game. You try to see who can connect the dots to get the most boxes. We had a nice time. We talked about so many things and ate well. I didn’t even get sick. I felt refreshed. It was a good moment.

Later I noticed the waitress never brought us our check.
You know, they always put it on the table after they give you your food.
We were way done. So I asked the waitress for the check.
She said, “Oh, I forgot, your ticket has been taken care of. It has been paid.”
“What!” My mouth was wide open in amazement. I looked at my son, he was grinning ear to ear.
I said to her, “Can I know who took care of us?”
She said, “The kind people that was sitting right next to you.”

They were gone.

I tried to rack my brains to think if I saw them, or even noticed them.

I did remember. Because when we sat down. I remember seeing a couple that may have been in their 50’s and I noticed they had a big spread of a harvest type meal.
I remember thinking, “that sure looks nice.”

I said to the waitress, “Well I don’t know who to thank, so I will thank God.”
“Thank you God.” “That was sure nice of you to take care of us like that.”

That was a good moment.

Ever since then I look for an opportunity to return that kind act.
It is harder for me, because I have agoraphobia and panic/anxiety disorder. I don’t go out much. But my husband sure does. He has loved on many people. Even given his own lunch away.
We all should, just do our best to love on others.
That can be our gift to Jesus this season.

Kim Wenrich
2 Corithians 5:17
Psalms 139
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I've Got Your Back

I’ve Got Your Back



Have you ever wondered what that means?
I have. Many times I wondered what that means after the first time I heard it a few years ago.
It may mean different things for different people.
It may mean nothing to some, being no one has ever had your back.
It meant nothing to me for a long time. I didn’t know someone could have your back.

I have a past. A very sad one and hurt filled one. Filled with emotional, mental, physical and sexual abuse. Who had my back? All those years, who?
Those who said they loved me, did this abuse to my life.
So who did I trust to have my back?

I only knew two things. There was God. He did in fact love me and I prayed to Him all the time.
During those sad times, I cried a lot. But it was between me and God. No one knew I cried. I didn’t let anyone see my pain, my hurt.
I kept my face emotionless. I gave no one the satisfaction of knowing how they were murdering my heart and crushing my spirit into dried bones.
God knew though. That was enough for me.

I still didn’t know who had my back.
Others told me, how to be worthy of their love.
Others told me, how to think.
Others told me, “You are stupid.” “No one wants you.” “You are worthless.” “Don’t speak, you say stupid things.” ‘You’re ugly.” My rapist said, “You are only good for one thing.”

I believed every word. Told to me daily and nightly.
My insides screamed. But my face was stone.

God did rescue me. He did have my back.
A Knight in Shining Armor came to the aide of this damsel in distress, when I was at the tender age of 19.
My Knight drove a car that was a white mustang.
My knight is my husband today.
I married my Knight in Shining Armor, My Hero, My Rescuer.
For this Princess, God made a fairy tale come true.

God used my husband to show me love, true love, tenderness, romance, kindness and he guided me into a love relationship with God through these actions.
My husband, was patient and tolerant of me. I had to learn to trust. Learn what was a lie and what was the truth. This man said beautiful words to my heart.
He said, “You are worthy.” “You are beautiful.” “I love you.” “I want to keep you.”
He gave me my first candle light dinner. My first movie. My first run in the park, hand and hand. He put flowers in my hair and stared in my eyes. He wrote me poems and sung soft love songs in my ears.

I learned to cry tears of joy. I learned to cry tears of pain and sorrow in front of others.
To laugh out loud, to have an opinion, to love and to trust.
God used this man to help heal my heart. To save my life.

I can honestly say, when it really counted, My husband had my back then.

In between then and now, there was times of real trail and error. Pain and hurt and hard circumstances in our marriage. Even the question, would we get divorced, in some very difficult, hurting times. Times when he stole back my trust and put my love for him to the ultimate test. He didn’t have my back and allowed others to hurt me all over again in mental twisted ways. I fell under the abuse so easily. Being destroyed all over again.

I also knew how to handle these hard times. That was my life experience.
I was a professional at handling those things. I cried in secret, put on the emotionless stone face and screamed inside myself.
I can walk those type of walks.

I never doubted the love though. I had felt it and it had changed me before. I never once thought we would not recover.
There are times God Himself rescued us, as one. It took time…but God worked on the foundation that love built between us.

In has only been in the last couple of years…that I have the husband that I only dreamt was possible.
We are more in love now than ever before. God has made our love brand new, sweet and He matured it. Through the years, we learned together and did a lot of weed pulling from our own hearts, and still do. We continue to learn how to be the husband and wife God has planned for each of us to be to one another.

It is very important to have a strong relationship with God no matter what the circumstances.
God is the best back watcher I have ever known.

It may seem easy to give up. But actually to me, that is the hardest thing to do. So I fight to not give up.
I will never give up on my husband, my God or my faith. I have lost too much in life.
Those things will remain.

I often wondered why in the world did God put us together. I understood that this year, this past summer.
It is because we needed each other. God knew exactly what He was doing.
God had our backs.
He still does.

God is the author of having your back.
He is a Promise Keeper. He is The Healer and Restorer. Teacher and Life Giver.
He gave me the best person in the whole world to watch my back even if at times in my life he wasn‘t, he was a work in progress. God still had it covered.

I also learned how to watch his back.
We are a team. It will soon be 21 years of marriage and 23 years together. Those years has taught us how to be a team. God had our backs.

There has been times of hurting each other’s feelings and hearts. Times of loving. Times of changing. Times of growing. Times of crying and times of laughter. Times apart. Times together. In any of those times when we didn’t have each other’s backs, God had our backs.

Recently I was spending time with my Aunt Cindi and I was fussing about ‘things” concerning my husband. “He didn’t do this.“ “He doesn’t do that.“ “Can you believe he did, blah, blah.“
She turned to me and said, “You know, I feel sorry for him right now…your fussing so much about him right now and he doesn’t even know he has done anything wrong and when you get home, you will be mad at him and he won’t even know why.”
I thought about that for a minute.
I was nagging about my husband. Not appreciating what God has given to me in this man, even in the good and bad times. I remembered something David had said to me and I told my Aunt Cindi.
I said to her, “I was worried and upset about some things that was really bothering me that needed done and certain things that needed taken care of that I couldn’t do.
 He said to me, “Honey, don’t worry about it. I Got Your Back.”

I remembered how I felt when he said that to me. I felt complete release. Completely taken care of. Everything was going to be just fine. My husband is taking care of my concerns.
To have someone say that and mean it and then do it. Wow.
She suggested I tell him what it meant to me when he said that.
I did.
Because I need him to have my back right now. I want him to know, how I feel safe with him.
That I have trust in him to do his best by me. Not the best I think he should be, but his best that he knows how to be.
I don’t hold him up too high, I know we all have faults.
There have been times, I feel like him and I should put on gloves and have at it.
Of course I would “win”… win?
There is a scripture in the Bible that says something about, it is better for a man to sleep on the top of the roof of his house in the rain, then to live in the house with a contentious, nagging wife.
Well that says a lot there, doesn’t it?
But what if the man is the contentious, nagging one sometimes?
Should I go on the roof top in the rain?
He has his moments too.
But regardless of those times, when we don’t have each other’s backs.
I can always count on My God to have mine.

I can trust Him. I can feel safe with Him. I know He will be the best and do the best by me. I can be completely released of any worry because God has my back.
His promises never fail. His compassions are new every morning.
His love is everlasting to everlasting.
For God so loved you so much, that He gave His only Son.
He gave us all the opportunity to accept His Son into our hearts so that we can have a love relationship with Him and be Sons and Daughters of God. So that we can have eternal life with Him in Heaven.

Now that is someone who has your back.


My Sweet Beloved,

I will be Handling all of your problems and concerns today. That’s My job.
Your job is to give them to me and then to trust me.
Have a great day!   I’ve got your back!

                                     Love you so much,
                                                   Your Heavenly Father


Kim Wenrich
Psalms 139
2 Corinthians 5:17
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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

Pizza Angel

Pizza Angel



About 10 years ago, when we lived in Ruther Glen , my husband and I had been thinking for sometime about buying a pizza from Pizza Hut. We planned it out, because we had a very strict budget…So we had to save up for 2 weeks for a $10 pizza. We were looking forward to it and talked of it off and on during those 2 weeks. We had no car at this time…..My husband had been working for his dad in construction and it happened that he had his dad’s work truck the week of when we were going to buy the pizza.

The day had come…..we went to Ashland to get our prized pizza. We talked about the pizza on the way. David had preordered it on the phone before we left, so when we got there it would be ready to go.

When we got there, we parked where the front entrance is, because the truck was loaded with tools, I decided it was best for me to sit and wait in the truck to keep an eye on the truck. David got out and went in. Both of us noticed a young man about 20 or so years old sitting on the curb at the front door of the Pizza Hut. I watched David inside the Pizza Hut. I also was watching this man. He had a face that you were drawn to. He had a smile that was so peaceful. An older couple in their late 50’s pulled up beside the truck and I watched them get out. I saw them look at the man intently with turned up noses…He stood up…He looked at them and smiled at them and went inside.

He looked dirty on the back side, like he sat in a lot of places. But his front side, clothes, face and hair were perfectly clean. I heard the older couple say…”can you believe that guy, he needs a bar of soap.” They had a look of disgust. I started to cry and I prayed for him. I said, “God please bless that man today and please provide him food.” The young man went and stood right beside David. I was thinking, “Lord it sure is taking David a long time to get his pizza.”

I could see through the windows David talking to that man. I saw David talking to the person behind the counter. Then after about 10 more minutes. I saw the two of them walk out together, both smiling. The guy had 3 pizza boxes in his hands and sat down on the curb again and begin to eat his food, still smiling. I heard David say to him, “God bless you man.”

David got in the truck with our pizza.
I said to David, what took so long?”
He said, “You see that guy right there?” I said, “yes, I couldn’t help it to see him, there is something about him, that makes me feel something incredible in my heart.”
Before David could continue to tell me more….His eyes filled with tears and needed a moment to continue.

He finally said, “That guy came in and asked that lady, if she had any pizzas no one wanted or that was old that he could have.” She looked at him and sharply said, No.” and then I said, “Hey wait a minute, give him mine.” “He can have my pizza.” She looked at me and back at the man and said, “Well I do have a few pizzas that have been sitting here for an hour no one came to pick up, he can have those. “ So the man walked out with 3 pizzas and David with ours.
David then said, “you know, I asked him, where was he going.” He said, he was going south and going fishing.”

We left there…wondering just who he really was…because when we looked back, he was gone…no where to be seen. In a minute, just not there.
We began to cry and thanked God together for that wonderful opportunity and blessing to experience something deep and profound.
There is scripture in the Bible that says, that we will entertain angles unaware.

Hebrews 13: 1 and 2
1 Let brotherly love continue.
2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
(Show hospitality to strangers, you may be entertaining angels without even knowing it)
(Love others with your heart and show it)

(Jesus said when you have give to someone else, you have done it unto Him.)
Matthew 25: 35 and 36
35 For I was hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
36 Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me.
Matthew 25: 37 through 40
37 Then the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee a hungred, and fed thee? Or thirsty, and gave thee drink?
38  When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee?
39 Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Kim Wenrich
2 Corinthians 5 :17
Psalms 139
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IT MATTERS

IT MATTERS


I have a face book profile. I like going on face book from time to time. I get to see pictures of my loved ones and friends and read what might being going on in their lives and see what their interests are. Mostly, I love to read their inspiring quotes and about how awesome God is in their lives. They will write scriptures based on what has been spoken to their heart. Send links to other cool inspiring things to look at. It is like a life line…I don’t know if they know, but when others look at what they post on there, it enters the mind, heart and soul. It matters.


One of my friends, Marcy, sent me a rose…a red rose on line. I was to click on it to accept it. Marcy didn’t know what was going on in my life at that moment…how I was feeling…but I needed her thoughtfulness of me at that moment. By sending that to me, she was telling my heart… “Kim, I love you and I am thinking of you at this moment.” It meant a lot to me.

Our words can be life giving…even our little acts of kindness, they can be a comfort, teaching, uplifting, touching, loving and thoughtful.
Our words can also be used to hurt, damage and destroy.

As children of God we are to be encouraging and life givers. Not life takers.
You can take a life, by killing the spirit. We can do that with our words.
Words are so important, written or spoken. 
Words can give life and healing…or press down and steal from the inside of someone‘s soul.
It matters.
There are people that rob…they go into someone’s house in the night, they break the window open or the door and take the owner’s prized possessions. They leave those owners disoriented, hurt and afraid. Maybe even angry.

This same thing can be done to an person’s heart…we could break in forcibly through their soul and steal valuable things from their heart. By telling them mean spirited things about their character, who they are, what they feel. By writing messy things to them as well.

Our silence can also be just as devastating.
If you know someone is hurting, sad, in need of an encouraging word, you should be love to them.

We are called to be comforters, encouragers, helpers of others. God is very aware if you are a life taker or a life giver. It matters to Him what you said or wrote and how it effects others.

We are to be protectors of each other’s heart. Not by our own standards either. But by a higher calling. That higher calling is Love and gentleness, kindness and thoughtfulness.

The Holy Bible has much to say on this subject as well. About our words and actions. They don’t just matter to each of us….they matter to God.

Let me tell you a story…that truly happened.


First I will tell you what just happened the other day. I was at the computer and decided to take a look at face book. I looked at my profile for a little bit. I reflected on who my friends are on my profile and my links and their links to me. I read what everyone wrote on the news feed. I reread what I had written in my personal profile. Things that I put on there about what I liked, what I thought, my favorite things, who I am. I then took a look at my list of friends. I became grateful for my list of friends…they all love God and their lives reflected that and what they wrote on the news feed reflected their love for Him and others.

I then saw a link to a “I love Jesus” link from one of the friends…I clicked on the link.
It instantly posted to my profile and then I looked at my profile. Off to the side under my picture were the words, “I love Jesus.” I thought, “Someone is going look at my profile and think I am a religious nut.” “Everything about me on this face book is centered around Jesus.
I wondered if I should have clicked on that…"after all people who know me, know I love Jesus."

I then saw a link to The Ten Commandments. A link to click weather I liked it or not.
So I clicked I liked it. Then I saw it posted to the news feed. I didn’t realize that would happen. I just thought it would just be a added link to my profile. I then wondered what others may think about me.
I don’t want others to think I am “so religious” and then feel like that I can’t be an encouragement to them to know God’s love for them, through my life.
I have heard once…“don’t be so religious, that you may become no earthly good.”
I never quite understood that. Because honestly, I don’t consider myself religious.
I consider myself in a loved filled and wonderful relationship with God.
I guess maybe being no earthly good are the ones that have those cults or kill others in the name of their God. I would consider that being no earthly good for sure.

My point is, I went to bed thinking about my profile and about what was on it.
That morning, before the dawn, while it was still dark I awoke from a dream I had.
I want to tell you about it.

I dreamt, I saw the Holy Spirit, in person form. Beautiful skin, perfect tone, couldn’t tell you what race…just a perfect color, not white, black, brown, yellow, or red. I couldn’t tell you distinctly if the Holy Spirit is male or female, it didn’t seem to matter.

I will say He, because the Holy Spirit is God’s spirit. God is our Heavenly Father.
Father means male.
God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, are 3 in 1.

I am in no way saying I saw God. Just to get that out there. It was a dream.
I am sure, though the person represented in my dream was the Holy Spirit.
Make out of it whatever it means to you.

Anyway, His hair was long and every strand of hair glowed a beautiful fire color. But not like the color of fire like we know.
I then saw my face book page in my dream. I saw all the good things on it. All that others have written and what I have written on it.
He then said, “It is not about you, It is about Me.”
In this dream, I thought…”what does that mean?”
I heard Him say, “It is all about Me in your life. All that concerns you, concerns Me. Everything about you, is about Me.”
I woke up after that…..

This dream stayed with me through out the day.
The story continues…

It is Sunday and we went to church.
That afternoon my son, was to go to his first meeting at the church for his age group.
Previously he had told the Pastor he played the electric guitar and was interested in playing with the band.
He remembered the Pastor told him he wanted Jonathan to learn a song on the guitar for the worship team. So he went to the Pastor after church to ask him about it. The Pastor took him to the band leader and “hooked him up.”
The band leader took his information and burned him a cd of the song he wanted him to learn to play and told him, he would call him about coming in on Wednesday night to play it during rehearsal to hear how he does.

Well, that band leader don’t know this, but talking to Jonathan about possibly letting him play with the band and then handing him that cd of the song to learn…was like handing him a most prized treasure. It set Jonathan’s heart on fire.

He got in the car and said, “Mom, I don’t want to disappoint you, but I am not going to the youth meeting tonight. I just can’t tonight. I just don’t want to.”
Well, that upset me. I told him, “Jonathan, come on man, you gotta go.” “You will probably meet some really cool people and make some great friends.”
My husband said, “Don’t push him.” “Let him make up his own mind about it.”
I didn’t realize until later, the reason why he didn’t want to go.

As soon as Jonathan got home…he listened to that song the band leader gave him, a couple of times.
Then I heard him playing his guitar to it.
He had got it down.
He practiced and practiced. He sounded good.

My husband said, “That is why he wanted to stay home tonight.”

Jonathan wants to get involved with the band.
If he gets in…he will be meeting with them on Wednesday nights.
I am still praying he will decide to attend the youth group too.

But see here, what I am saying, the Pastor took the time to see to it Jonathan was lead to the right person, not knowing what fire burned in his heart.  Then that band leader took the time, to talk to Jonathan and follow through on what burns in Jonathan’s heart.
They didn’t say, “get back with me later and we will talk. They didn't just forget about Jonathan and put him off. They took care of him right then and there.

This made the flame in his heart light bigger and brighter.

For a long while we had been talking to Jonathan about how important it was for him to be reading Proverbs in his Bible. That even if he read just one a day…it would be really good for him, because it is wise instruction for him as a young man growing into a man.

Later that night, we noticed it was really quite in his room. That was unusual. Because when Jonathan is in his room, all he does is play his guitar or listen to music and play his guitar to the music. About an hour later, Jonathan comes into our room and stands in our door way.

He just stands there and is quite for a few seconds. We ask him, “What’s up son?” “Why have you been so quite in your room?”

He runs over and grabs his dad around the neck…and says, “Dad, I am so sorry for not listening to you before now. You were right, I really need to read my Bible and read Proverbs. I was in my room reading it. I finally understand.”

His dad was overjoyed. He said, “Son, go get your Bible and share with me what you read.”

Jonathan ran to go get his Bible and my husband got his. We all sat together, as Jonathan read what he learned. He had read Proverbs chapter 7 and chapter 8.

He said, “What is so neat is, when I read this tonight it was like it was alive and I was reading a story I could see in my mind. I completely understood it.”

We told him that God was teaching him and drawing him to great things of Him and that God had something very special planned for his life and needed to keep doing good and seeking God.

What is really interesting as well is, the Pastor that morning did mention to the teens, that even though they think they know everything, listen to what your parents say to you. They really know more and can give it to you straight. He also said to everyone, that others should know if you are a Christian just by looking at your life.

Before Jonathan went to bed, I took that opportunity to tell him about my dream.
I said, “Jonathan are you ever concerned about what you write on face book and what others think about you and your being a Christian?” He said, “Yes mom, I have been.”

I told him about my dream. He said, “Mom that has helped me a lot, to know that everything that concerns my life is about Jesus.”

Right after this time together. My son, called up 2 of his friends, that he had been talking to a lot recently and talked to them about Jesus…Read to them scriptures from the Bible about God’s great love and what Jesus did for them. And then, asked them would they like to ask Jesus into their hearts.

I walked in while he was talking them and saw him on phone, his eyes closed and heard him saying, “If you mean this and really want Jesus in your heart, repeat this prayer with me.” I heard him leading them in prayer of salvation.

I ran into my room, where my husband was and quietly yelled, “He is in there! On the phone! Leading his friends to Jesus! Praying with them!”

My honey, just teared up and thanked God.

None of us are perfect…that is why we keep trying, keep praying, keep reading His Word and keep seeking His face for our lives. We need Him.

Our words matters, our choices matters, what we feel, believe and all that is about us matters. Every detail of your life matters. Your life affects others and that matters to God and you matter to God.

Kim Wenrich
2 Corinthians 5:17
Psalms 139
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The Love That Completes Me

The Love That Completes Me



I have been wanting to write a story for this blog for a couple weeks. Things kept happening to keep me from it. The computer, that I have is about 10 years old, it has decided to do its worst. Running so slow, that I couldn't write. Shutting down in the middle of my writing and losing anything I wrote. Critical errors pop up. You name it. So for days I worked on this thing, to clean it up the best I could to get it running again. Then my husband, who hardly ever gets on, decided he would delete a bunch of things he considered useless or not needed, to help the computer run faster….he accidentally deleted my stories I was working on. Of course, I cried. But I am over it now. This day, I worked on the computer some more and it seems to be doing “okay.” So I am going to give writing a good try today.

Some of what I write, I have written and sent out in the past to some friends and family. I take some of that and add to it, change it up a little to try to make them newer for all to read and still get those stories out to those who have not read them.
So to some of you, some of these stories will be familiar.

We just started attending a fantastic church here in Harrisonburg called, Valley Church.
We really like this church a lot. We have been in prayer since we moved to this area, for a little over a year, for a home church, that best fit us as a family and our relationship with God. The best fit our beliefs and style of worship. We prayed for a church that had a pastor that preached the truth and didn't “tickle the ears of others.” One that had a heart filled with God’s love and His ways. God answered our prayers.

When I go to this church, I feel like skipping in with gladness in my heart and when it is over, I feel like skipping out with gladness in my heart. I am not kidding at all!

My family and I are so happy when Sunday comes, we can’t wait to go to church. We even watch the clock, and every now and then one of us will say, “can we go now?,” “is it time to go to church now?,” “well, lets just go ahead and go to church now.” Even if we don’t have to go just yet.

This past Sunday, I was the one lagging behind. Doing last minute this and that before getting in the car. Everyone was in the car waiting for me, even though we all decided to go 10 minutes sooner. All I kept hearing from inside the house was, HONK! HONK! HONK! Them out there banging on the horn in the car. I could hear them talking too, because the windows of the house were open and the car windows were down. “What in the world is she doing in there?” “What is taking her so long?” “See how she ALWAYS holds us up.” I was thinking, “goodness gracious, we’re even leaving 10 minutes early.” To make them happy, I hurried my hurrying. When I went out to get in the car, they had back up, pulled around, and had the passenger side door open and ready, right in front of the house door when I came out.  I heard, “It is about time woman.” We weren’t even late. Just excited about going to church.

I have a plan for next Sunday though. I set it in my mind when I got in the car…I am going to be the first one out there in the car, honking the horn and hollering, even though we will be leaving early!!!!!!!!!!!

Some of you don’t know this, but I am part Cherokee. My dad’s mother was full-blooded. Well, I have learned Cherokee got a way about them, called secret revenge. Now as a Christian, I gotta be nice about it. Don’t worry, when I get out there in that car next Sunday, I will be smiling while I am honking the horn and hollering!

What gets us all happy and excited about church is, it’s not the church in its self…it is the people, the pastor, the Spirit of God is there.
Believe it or not, in some churches God is not invited in. But I can tell you this…He is invited to this church!

I am so thankful to be led and taught by a Pastor that totally seeks God with all his heart and tells the people the truth. You can feel his Christ like love for everyone. You can hear the heart of God when he preaches. This Pastor wants you to know and understand God’s love for you and His ways for your life.

Because this Pastor is this way, I can’t wait to get to know some of the people of that church!

Well, my point is…in all this is, that I plan to go to the Women’s Bible study that starts this week. Women need women. Younger women, need godly, older, graceful women to guide and teach them. To uplift them and encourage their lives, as women, as mom’s, as wives, as friends, and in all their relationships. Especially their relationship with God.

Now, it has been years since I have been to a Women’s Bible study. There are many “life happens” reasons for that.
When I went, I was the younger woman needing the guidance of the godly older women. But now I am 40..I am in between. I need to be both. I need it all.

I thought of a situation that happened some years back, when we lived in Ruther Glen. At the church we were going to then, there was a new class getting ready to begin. So I went to the introductory meeting. There were probably near 75 women there. I sat in the back. During that meeting, there was this woman, sitting in the front…in the front and center. She made herself known…she talked out a lot and had many things to say about anything that came to her mind. I was annoyed.

Toward the end of the meeting. The leader said she wanted us all to write our names and phone numbers on a piece of paper that they had handed out and for those who was interested in taking this course, we were to put these papers in a basket and then we were all going to draw one out of the basket and whose ever name we drew was to be that person’s prayer partner.
I watched that woman that was sitting front and center of the room, fill out her piece of paper with her name and phone number and put it in the basket.
I thought, “Oh my goodness, I sure hope I don’t get her as a prayer partner.”
After everyone put their information in, the basket got passed around. When it got to me, in the back, I picked my person…..or rather God did…I got her name.
Yes, the one in the front and center that talked way tooooo much about anything and everything….How did I come to know this…well, she had went to the leader to ask her if the leader knew the person who she had drawn the name of…and the leader did and pointed me out and the lady came gleefully toward me. She announced, “I got your name, I am your prayer partner!” I said, “Oh.” Thinking, my own thoughts concerning that, like, “good grief.” Well she said, “Whose name did you get?” I looked at my paper and read off the name. She jumped up and down and said, “That is me!” “We have each others name!” “We are each others prayer partner!”
Out of all the women in that room, we ended up with each other’s name.
I learned a lot about her.
I learned she was a remarkable woman, joyful and gentle…she had a sweet spirit and made a great friend and prayer partner.
I had judged her and didn’t even know her. God knew her. And God knows me and that we needed each other.

One thing I am careful of ever since then…is judging others. Especially if you don’t even know that person. We don’t know each other’s heart and how precious another person is. We don’t know that person’s story, their life, God’s plan and His touch into their life.

I don’t know what you may get out of this story. But I do hope what you get out of it is, love others. Even your family, waiting for you in the car, who is honking the horn over and over and hollering at you.

We are told to love, by our Savior, Jesus Christ. There are so many wonderful scriptures pertaining to love. Here are a few.

Galatians 5:22 ..“The fruit of the Spirit is Love….” That is the first fruit. It is an evidence that you belong to Christ.

Galatians 5:14.. “Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.”   Don’t love yourself more than someone else. Don’t think of yourself more than someone else. Don’t think your any better than someone else.

Ephesians 5:2...”And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling savor.”
Don’t allow your life to represent anything other than the lovely smell of Christ’s ways. He died and rose again because of His great love for us. Let our lives represent that love.

Proverbs 17:17...”A friend loveth at all times.”
Jesus is your friend, be a friend to others and accept them and love them with your heart.


Kim Wenrich
2 Corinathians 5:17
Psalms 139
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