Friday, October 16, 2009

October on "my" Dock.

Whenever possible, I swing by "my" dock on Yellowknife Bay, usually in the morning, after I drop my daughter off at pre-school. From the first time I saw this spot, I knew it would be a place of refreshment. I love seeing it in different light and seasons. This morning was so beautiful, surprisingly "balmy" for a mid-October morning (2 degrees Celsius). I stood on the white, frosty boards, rocked gently by the waves that drummed a rhythmic melody under my feet. I was a bit surprised to already see shards of ice creating a small ridge along the shoreline. I arrived in time to see the sun begin it's morning drama of gold and fire. The sky was clear blue except for a bank of cloud at the horizon that was breaking apart along its edges from a breeze. These low, rolling clouds had beautiful, golden-light linings tinged with pink. Whenever the sun broke through, it reflected off the water as though from thousands of small mirrors. It reminded me of an impressionist painting. Nature is so close up here, on one's doorstep. With raw beauty so accessible, I wonder how people can remain untransformed. Beauty is a thing perceived. I wonder if many have been deceived into dulling their senses, or perhaps forced into doing so, because having senses means feeling pain. The Bible tells that we become blind and deaf when we pay homage (focus on, worship) to that which cannot see or hear. I have heard, from people who experienced restoration to God through belief in Jesus Christ, that it was like having their eyes opened; colors sang with new life, the world was brighter. I was 4 when I gave my life to Him; I have been seeing the world in living color for such a long time that I don't remember what it's like not to. I can't help but be an artist.

Friday, October 9, 2009


Ah, a month and a half has gone by since my last post. Since this is a public blog I have not been writing everything in it, my heart and experiences have filled other pages... but, I wonder, if some of those things should make it in here after all; perhaps others would find they see themselves.

The last two months have been intense. Apparently God has more faith in me than I do, ha. In the last two months I have learned that if I am not completely honest and transparent with God, facing any wounds He uncovers in me head on and bringing them to Him; I get pommelled by the local principalities of the other kingdom. Not a nice feeling, really messes with your head. However, since I belong to the King of Kings and He is about victory; I am victorious. I now know why there is so much hopelessness, depression and addiction up here. Not everyone may pick-up on it, perhaps they are protected by a grace that keeps them for another purpose. I, apparently, am meant to identify the local spirits for a reason. I have found that taking every thought captive to the obedience of Jesus Christ is an essential part of daily living here, some days are worse than others. If I am feeling physically weak, or upset about something, the battle is more intense. When I identify the source, the spirit, it becomes easier. It is only before I realize that actually, no, I am not hopeless or depressed, that I feel like I'm going crazy. Mercifully, God does not tarry with granting truth and revelation that sets me free of the barrage of lies. I am only guessing at this, but I think there may be a lot of formerly healthy people now on meds (name your poison) since moving up here. After my experience of the last while I know that it is purely spiritual. Spiritual principalities that feed off of wounded hearts and lock them up. Well I've got news for you:

Isaiah 61

1. The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the broken hearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness the prisoners,

2. to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

3. to provide for those who grieve in Zion-
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of His splendor.

Revival is coming to Yellowknife and there is nothing you can do about it.