The Dilz Journey

So many opinions, so many to-do’s So many are hurt, angry and confused It got me to ask God for His “Lord what about what you think?”    “ I JUST WANT MY SON, ” says the Lord 2015 broke off with a blow to a lot of those around me in this season.  Everyone responded or is responding differently saying and doing different things to justify their emotion or opinion ……………. which I completely understand.  In the midst of all these different reactions, I crept in to that little spot in my heart to inquire of HIS opinion or HIS mind or idea in all this mess.  Everyone knows the story of the prodigal son.  My highlight from this story, is something I learnt not too long ago in a Bible study.  That moment when the Father reaches the Son and the Son says, “I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” The very next verse goes like, “   But the father said to his bond servants, Bring quic...

Last week was. BEAUTIFUL. Children are! It was such a joyous privilege to be a part of the Light Be Children's Ministry one week camp! Loved every bit of it: the noise, the spontaneity of conversations, the inquisitiveness, the silly giggles, the little cheeky and rebellious moves.  It was fun to experience childhood again of some sort. So innocent, so free, so pure, so so anointed.   At first I didn't take being a part of this as that much big of a deal until the Lord led me to read on 1 Samuel early Monday morning before the camp.  It changed my perspective and everything.  Samuel means: heard of God or asked of God. These children are a Samuel generation.  They are the answer to prayers of anguish and sorrow those generations before us prayed for, for our nation.. the nations.  And therefore, unlike Eli the priest, the responsibility of nurturing these children is to be taken seriously.  You can imagine my heart: nervous, scared and in awe. T...

It's different when the headline is "RAGS TO RICHES" or "STRUGGLING TO SAILING". It's something else when you've had all that and then you just suddenly don't - the possessions that I thought I was identified with: my father's house, car, the latest of gadgets, the fanciest of meals and family outings and a wardrobe of the latest (not to mention unnecessary) taste of fashion. Growing up with everything within reach of my desires having plenty and more than enough all our lives, to a place of nothingness, hurt and confusion.  Getting stripped off, of everything your supposed reputation and "comfort" rested on.  The depth of the heart ache only God understands. We were judged, stabbed in the back, abused and mocked in the face (literally) like never before.  In the bitterness of all this we fought, we blamed each other, we punched walls with bitter tears, we cussed, we hated, we resorted to lusts of the flesh and emotions; prostitute...

I don't have all the answers but here's what I'm writing about today. You know how when you're high on emotions and you're just blinded from everything around you? Like you just really don't care if the sky is falling, as long as you and him/her are together.. nothing else matters and all you want to do is please him in any way you can. You just cant risk hurting him. You ALWAYS make time for them. You cant help but lighten up when they're around and where being away from them is THE saddest thing.ever. (yikes.) Being with them you feel free to be yourself: to love unconditionally and be loved; to try new things; to make new traditions; to beat the impossible; dream big and live to fulfill it - purpose driven.  That is exactly what it should be with Him. The only one who truly satisfies.  One step at a time, keep falling in love. And love. Love is effortless. Love is surrendering.  Love is commitment. Love is not turning away when things go wrong bu...

Waiting seems like a hard process Especially when the world always seems to be in a contest Yet they that wait shall have renewed strength Victorious before reaching the other end Patience is the beauty produced Glory in believing with no excuse This. the joy of the righteous man God holding him by his right hand The journey is as beautiful as the end The re-uniting of the King and His heirs The joy one cannot comprehend Celebrating the goodness that forever stands ! 

Sitting here at our MacFarlen home dining table this afternoon, my heart melts every time I get a moment like this.  As I remember my sisters at school or wherever, and my family at home, I cant help but bawl at the thought of God’s faithfulness to us.  I feel like I just went all over the world only to come back to this one moment where I hear that small voice saying, “Daughter, I am still here.” This past month has sort of been a quiet one for me, as far as “doing something” according to the world’s system, is concerned.  Its been a fun week as most of our conversation around the dining table this week has been one where we look back over the years, at least the past four years, and are just amazed at how much God has grown us; how much God has kept us.  So we stumbled and fell on the way but God still brought us through. So we encountered divine interference wherever we thought we were headed, but at the end of the day we realised and are continuing to lear...