in a tree

You must check out these tree houses. I'm not sure what got me started on my fascination in the afterlife but I have been picking up things here and there that blow my mind-- All the scriptures about what's going on in heaven until Jesus returns, all that prep work for us. It had me curious what is being picked out for me. Only God would know my true preferences. I tried to imagine how my palace would be decorated. If there were no boundaries- no money restraints-- what is my true inner personal style??

But now-- POW! I think for sure it will be tree house. If God is preparing a place that is designed just for me I am sure he has cued in on one of these designers from the link-- Hopefully He gave that guy who built the Freespirit Sphere his idea from my floor plan or maybe Alnwick Gardens is really waiting for me upstairs in my LiMe TrEe. How cool if all our houses were in trees?

God knows my favorite part of all Disney World is the Swiss Family Robinson Tree house. I will drag my weary self-- by myself-- up all those knobbly super awesome stairs because my family always will choose to "sit this one out". I always envision slipping past the ropes and cooking in the tiny kitchen and curling up for a nap in the hammock. I do have bathroom concerns but in heaven that shouldn't be a problem. Ding- good to go.

Before you think i have lost it---I don't have any kind of draw towards birds, bark or leaves even, except that i really like tea. I just think the branches of a tree are mystic. The air from a treetop is fresher and --if you know me at all-- you know I feel God in a warm wind. God's gotta love that?! Go climb a tree-- the view is just so much better, it's looking at the same things you are always looking at but at this angle that feels like you have it all figured out. Add some angels rockin' out some praise tunes- and to think if I can imagine this-- what He has thought up will put this to shame. Holy is my God- today, tomorrow--- forever.

My Weekend Experience

I spent Friday running around working crazy to make sure everything was lined up just right for our Easter Hunt at Cross Point. I spent a lot of the day on details, making sure the play list of music fit and the object lesson made sense... I didn't focus a lot on what happened over 2000 years ago. I guess it was too heavy a topic for my mind to get too wrapped up in. I considered it-- but then pushed it way back.

I looked around the gym that night. So many faces I didn't know. So many people that may not even realize what Jesus really did for them. Still Jesus' suffering wasn't my focus. He kept me on task and helped me through a difficult but hopeful opportunity to share His trial with so many sweet young faces. By some of my brief conversations with the little guys I realized some didn't even know Easter was really about Jesus in the first place. As i felt for them I didn't realize I was still so close to that myself.

But Jesus waited on me.

The next day was soccer and busy-ness and then showering up for a play I had promised myself to take the kids to-- a reenactment of the highlights of Jesus time on earth. "The Passion Play"

After I got over Jesus' receding hairline and the fact I was sitting super close to a lot of people i didn't know at all-- I was wrapped in the drama of Jesus. After being reminded of his nature, his gentleness and the way he loved the "un-noticed" I feel in love again with my brother, my KING. The Prince of Peace did just what He came to do but in His humanness He suffered, He wanted God to choose another way. But the play followed us to eternity and Jesus not in torn worn clothes but robed as He should be. The perspective of my holiness was overwhelming.

Saturday- it sank in- i began realizing I had been missing out on this weekend all the days of my life. I must make it holy. I had to change my life--being reverent to such a Sacred and pivotal weekend.

Sunday shone. Sunday I was ready with a spirit of fire I hadn't come across in a while. I couldn't wait to praise God with my church family. To sing to him how amazing He is. I wish we could have sung all day long. I didn't want worship to end. I hope I didn't.

God is so good. Such a mystery really how by allowing ourselves to seek His face we can feel alive and stronger than ever. To allow His word to sink in and take hold makes everything seem fresh again. His death makes me aware how Satan can make things so messed up. His life makes me want to live better. His resurrection makes me want to cheer! I am sure that this weekend I cheered for his plan coming together the way it did. I know it's not all full circle yet-- I can't wait for that to happen! "The New Jerusalem" --- don't get me started. All i know is it's gonna be worth it all.