Sharing Your Faith 

 I was in Los Angeles last week looking at colleges with my daughter and some friends. California has an amazing climate surrounded by beautiful beaches and little mountains. It is always fun to meet new people in new places that you visit. 
On our last day I finally got some alone time with God by the pool. It’s a bonus when you get to have a meeting with God by the pool and it’s 70 degrees in June. No sweat, all glory!!

 I sat down and did my regular soak. BTW, this in no way involved getting wet. It involves just being still with open ears. You can start by listening to some worship music, mediating on a scripture verse and writing down any inspirational thoughts that home to mind. 
I was asking God the best way that I can make a difference in someone’s life especially the ones you just meet and you only have such a short time to make any kind of impact. 
I asked and He answered. I wrote down my thoughts as they streamed through my mind as fast as I could. 
Here is a sneak peak into what He said to me written in first person as a personal letter to me. 
Now, I don’t typically share all my soak notes with just anyone. They can get kind of personal. 

By sharing, I hope it helps you to know that you too can hear from God and He delights in chit chatting with you. 

My question: 
How do I affect people that are lost and don’t know you, God?
The more time you spend with me the more we become one Spirit. I will spill over to others through you. It’s not an attempt for you. It’s not even an action you make. It’s a dwelling that just is. 

I am that I am and you are because I am. 

You become what you are. You’re time spent with me fills you with love, joy, peace, goodness, kindness, patience and self-control. 
Peace becomes your step. 

Joy becomes your song. 

Love becomes your stance. 
My delight is in you and your delight in me becomes you. 
It’s not a performance for you. 

It’s a passion in you.  
This spills over into a desire to delight in others and they SEE Me not you. 
This is how you affect others.

It’s the simple acts of kindness that turns the hearts of man to me. 

It could be your one act of kindness that helps turn the page to a new chapter for someone to discover their own Author and Creator. 

Here we are at a Starbucks in Hollywood Blvd and Highland Park with two new friends who were an honor to pray with and discuss about how amazing our God is to us all. The paradoxical thing about that night: You think you are affecting them in a positive way, but it turns out they end up blessing you in more ways than one. God meets us right where we are even if it’s smack dab in the middle of great disobedience, rebellion or disbelief. We as believers have the ability to meet others where they are and remind them they are created for so much more than they could ever imagine. 

Hebrews 13:2 Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.

Romans 12:10 Be devoted to one another in brotherly love; give preference to one another in honor;

Soak On, 

Kelley Allison

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You Are Somebody 

The world clamors and climbs, searches and does not find the way to be Somebody.  

There is never enough money, pleasure, or prominence to satisfy our hungry souls.  

We are either important because God says we’re important, or we are doomed to a long, fruitless, exhausting search in the desert for a sip of cool water – that moment when we discover who we are and whose we are.  

This earth was simply not meant to provide the answer to our aching need to be important to Somebody.

That’s it. We need a Somebody to tell us we’re Something. In our desperation, we will turn to Anybody, just to feel that we are Anything.  

We are terrified that we might be Nobody to Nobody.  

What if we could hear the owner of Everything tell us that we are Everything to him? How good would that feel? Would we dare to believe it? Could we hold on to that fleeting sense of exhilaration? Could we rest there, live there, and breathe there?

Let us try, for through faith in Christ, we are now children of God, worshippers of God, disciples of Christ, loved, blessed and praised, friends of God, disciplers of men, and lovers of souls who delight in God and in whom God delights. 

This is certainly enough for one lifetime, and it is a great start to a blissful eternity!

~ Brad Heilhecker 


WORTHY THOUGHT: Seek to live in His love
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins. -1 Peter 4:8 

There is a special relationship between all sincere believers with good matureness. 

We must intensely and fervently love each other because love covers a multitude of sins. 

It inclines us to forgive and forget offenses, rather than get mad and spread gossip or seek revenge. 

The scripture teaches us to show mercy for others, forgive and continue to love them just as God whom first loved us, has shown mercy and forgiven us of our own sins. 

We love because He first loved us. -1 John 4:9

~ Angela Lipe-Pattengill 

Owning Our Story 

Loving ourselves through the process of owning our story is the bravest thing we will ever do. ~ Brene Brown 

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My First Visit To Prison 

This Christmas break I was honored to go with LionzBride Ministry to visit a women’s prison unit in Texas City, Texas. LionzBride Ministry packaged up soap, deodorant, toothpaste, shampoo and candy in a Christmas bag for all the prisoners at this unit. Our job was to pass out the bags to the ladies and then invite them to come back to a service at the chapel that evening. 

Of course, I didn’t really think too much ahead of time what to expect or what it would be like to go and minister in prison. I knew that I would have to share a scripture or a word at some point at the service. I really don’t enjoy speaking in front of groups of people but I knew that God would give me the words. I thought I could avoid sharing by not volunteering and maybe hiding behind a large object. 

Honestly, I didn’t have any words to share. I have never been in their shoes or didn’t know how I could bring them any kind of meaningful message. Hope was the word I wanted to leave with them. I wasn’t sure how I could deliver that message because I was never in prison and I haven’t faced their specific challenges. I put it out of my mind. 

I didn’t have a chance to think about myself from the moment I stepped passed the last barred gate. There wasn’t any time. We quickly formed an assembly line to put the bag of goodies together with some residents who helped us. They were all wearing white pants and white shirts. All of the ladies looking the same… clean, crisp, sharp and smiling. I figured these ladies were the cream of the crop. They must have earned their way into helping at the chapel. 

 I didn’t know a thing about prison working or privileges or chapel services. All I know is I was told they are NOT allowed to hug anyone or be hugged on a normal day. Today was different. They had permission to hug and be hugged. I positioned myself at the exit door to give the “Merry Christmas God Bless You” hard squeezed hug. I figured it might as well be a good one since hugs were outlawed all the other days. 

These ladies were so grateful for the gifts and the hugs. I was told they had not had shampoo for a couple of months. This was a sweet smelling gift of gold in these bags and they were happy to receive it. 

Each hug brought me more love and tears. It was as if I was the one who was getting ministered to not them. I was overwhelmed with love and affection for these beautiful ladies. Each one different walking by me. Some were tall, short, old, young and pregnant. Each lady containing their own stories of hardships. They were buried deep down beneath their smiles and hugs of gratitude. At this point I stopped seeing them as prisoners. They were mom’s, sisters, grandmothers, and daughters. I met with some and talked and heard their stories. They were beautiful and lovely. 

Church service started and many ladies came back. In fact the whole room was filled up all the way to the back wall. These ladies didn’t need us there. They were their own church body praising God and leaning on Him to give them help in a time of need. We were just participants. During praise and worship I spied a tambourine and I was in trouble. I don’t have tambourines at my church services. 

We danced and I lost my tambourine to another sister who could bust a move much better than me. I was wrecked with the love that God has for these women in this prison. These ladies were locked up but they were free. They were free and Holy Spirit was there right in the middle of it all. 

He was freely comforting them and reminding these ladies of their value and purposes. I didn’t have to bring them any words of hope. 

God had already delivered it and they were receiving it with tears and joy bursting out everywhere. 

We were there to receive it along with them. 

My speaking became nothing more than an agreement that God is good and we are all loved together equally. An acknowledgment really that Isaiah 61 seemed real and relevant to us there that night. 

I left that evening experiencing God. 
These ladies brought Jesus to me. They were now my sisters in Christ. 

People say prisoners deserve to be in prison because of the crimes they commit. 
I don’t disagree. 
I deserve to go to hell because of the sins I have committed. 
Jesus paid the debt so I could be free from that punishment. 
These ladies are paying their debt in prison. They are free from punishment in eternity and they have a future that brings freedom

Love never fails. 

God’s love showed me who they are and how much He loves them. ❤

My prison visit set me free from any preconceived expectations and love didn’t fail that day. 

Isaiah 61:1-7 (MSG)

61 1-7 The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me

    because God anointed me.

He sent me to preach good news to the poor,

    heal the heartbroken,

Announce freedom to all captives,

    pardon all prisoners.

God sent me to announce the year of his grace—

    a celebration of God’s destruction of our enemies—

    and to comfort all who mourn,

To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion,

    give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes,

Messages of joy instead of news of doom,

    a praising heart instead of a languid spirit.

Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness”

    planted by God to display his glory.

They’ll rebuild the old ruins,

    raise a new city out of the wreckage.

They’ll start over on the ruined cities,

    take the rubble left behind and make it new.

You’ll hire outsiders to herd your flocks

    and foreigners to work your fields,

But you’ll have the title “Priests of God,”

    honored as ministers of our God.

You’ll feast on the bounty of nations,

    you’ll bask in their glory.

Because you got a double dose of trouble

    and more than your share of contempt,

Your inheritance in the land will be doubled

    and your joy go on forever.

Set Free,

Kelley Allison

Learn more about the ministry that I accompanied that day here

Inner Ocean 

If I am swimming in His ocean of peace,

Then I won’t drown in the raging waters

Bleeding from the wounded sky,

Trying to get me to give way

To the bullets hitting my body,

From above, to give up,

Trying to use His height

As a manipulation tool, that it’s God

Doing this, when really this world

Is so fragmented, it’s hard to see clearly

Through eyes attached to flesh;

His love is the ocean baptizing

My sin forgiven, my life paid for;

He took me out of gravitating depths,

To light surfaced on the ocean’s face,

Breathed my depth into me;

He overflowed this ocean with His life,

Therefore, the enemy’s darkness

Can’t absorb my inner intentions

To live this life to the fullest;

Forget the thought reminisced

Before this one-to die

For that isn’t God’s plan for us

When life gets tough,

As darkness closes in, we are to look

To the One who knows no fear,

Not to the one who gives it

             ~Bethany Anne