Author Archives: angie wirthlin

encounter

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Oddly, last night I went to bed burdened with the thought”am I known by Jesus?” Well…am I ? I spent quite some time praying and crying out, I wanted some kind of encounter, a sign, if you will. Nothing.

           Met a friend for lunch, and almost the first thing she said was ” I had an amazing encounter with the HOLY SPIRIT last night !”  Really ? At the exact time that I was laying in my bed praying(around 12:30) she was doing the same thing ! She felt and audibly heard the flapping of wings as the Holy Spirit washed over her !! I am ok with this, I am happy for her. But I still want MY encounter, too. The more I seek him, the more I will find him. Going back to the drawing board tonight.

songbird

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I am in the long and drawn out process of getting all of my poems and songs together and into some kind of format. This is a little overwhelming, seeing as I have things that have been written on napkins and scraps of paper all over my house. Although, hard it is good to remind me of what the Lord has done in me. A new work, a new song.

         This is one of the first songs that I wrote, this one actually has a melody and chords(thanks to erin littleson and adam keyes) I havent thought about it in a long time, but wanted to share it today.

                                   Let us hear, let us pray

                                    let us dance, let us sing

                      the song of the broken, the song of the redeemed

                       the song of the Son, the song of the King

                          Jesus, Lord of Lords

                          Jesus, King of Kings

                        Jesus, Almighty God

                     Lord over everything

After I wrote this song the Lord gave someone a word for me, he called me his songbird. I have kept that hidden in my heart like a seed, I’ve watered it and cherished it and now I am watching it grow.

worth it

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Yesterday at THE HINGE was amazing. I have a sunburned nose and blisters on my feet and it was so worth it. Though exhausting, the hours of prayer shook things loose on a big level, but also on a more personal level. I spent a lot of the family hour praying for mine. I think thats ok…I prayed for other families in Greenville, too, but felt clearly that I should start with mine. Big steps for Isaiah !! He went into his church class today and participated !!He actually asked if he could blow the rams horn to get rid of his fear this morning ! Thank you LORD !! YOU are all I want , all I need. Isaiah is breaking through !!

                 ISAIAH and Isabelle are getting baptized tonight. I am humbled and blessed and filled with hope. It feels good.

frenzy

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I have been walking around in a frenzy for a week now. School is about to start, new book study, sidney’s summer school exam….the hinge. Just a ball of nerves, worrying and stressing out. I am smart enough to know that this is not only a sin, but its not good for me, I’ve had a constant stomach ache. So, I repent. And, I ask for help. And so simply and calmly the Lord says this to me ” In all of this, I will go before you”

                          Whew ! Thank goodness ! Now, I can relax.

face to face

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Joining a new book study. Its called face to face with God. Tonight when I put Isabelle to bed, God nudged me through her. I tried to turn over and lay with my back to her, but she was having none of it. She said “turn over, lay this way mom, facing me”. All I could think of was the fact that I had tater tot breath. Lucky for me, Isabelle didn’t care about that. There are very few people in this world that I am intimate enough with to lay face to face. I want God to be one of those. I want to feel his breath on me, see the blazing eyes,that up until now, I’ve only heard about.

                                I am so thankful that Isabelle wants me to lay that way…..face to face.

what the heck??

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The other night after vbs, there was a beautiful lightning storm, we stood on our porch and watched until common sense took over and we came in. It was only a little while until the thunder started. Isaiah was concerned right away. He is not usually frightened of storms, but the thunder was getting to him. He said “i think the thunder is God warning us ” Thomas and I both said ” no…its just weather” WRONG ANSWER. The next time he said it ” mommy, God is using the thunder to warn us about the devil”. We asked him if he wanted us to pray….and he did, so we did(much better parenting, that time around).So all was well.

               Then tonight at vbs the kids made journals to write their fears in, more importantly, to write how God could help them be brave. So, we came home, and Isaiah started drawing in his journal. Now understand, other kids had drawn storms and rollercoasters even monkey bars at the park, but Isaiah had drawn a monster with terrible teeth and 4 horns. I said “what the heck is that?” And he replied “the devil”.

               I am angry about this. I don’t want my son to be terrified….I want him to be courageous. I believe the words of courage and strength and leadership that have been spoken over him, I also believe that the “devil”, as he calls him, the “thief”, as I like to say, has been stealing from him for quite some time now. I will not stand for it any longer. I won’t let him wreck my home and lie to my children. The kingdom of heaven is at hand, and the violent take it by force !  I am in the begining stages of teaching my kids warfare. Worship and warfare…they go hand in hand. There is a battle raging, we can either prepare our kids….or we can let the enemy tell them they have already lost. 

guilty

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   I have been guilty of underestimating the impact of good old fashioned vacation bible school. So I feel its only right to correct that. My kids have been having a wonderful time this week at crcc. They are almost too excited to go to sleep when bedtime rolls around. This could be attributed to the green punch they have been drinking like little sailors on shore leave, OR it very possibly could be the HOLY SPIRIT of GOD stirring in their very tiny, young hearts !!

              Isabelle is so concerned with the kids in Mexico that she would give up her back to school clothes, if I asked her to. And that, is saying a lot. And then there is Isaiah….oh, he can make me cry and laugh all in the same breath. He is very protective of his heart, very private, never prays out loud. He came home last night and told me that when the songs start, he feels funny and tears fill up in his eyes. “the tears don’t come out mommy, they just fill up in my eyes”. What do I say to that ?

                               Thank you GOD ! Thank you Amy Grimes and Tisha Cullison ! Thank you Crossroads ! Thank you people that made the dvd of these songs !

                     Let us not underestimate the power of a childs heart, or a childs faith in GOD…..When Isaiah told me that, I could FEEL the mountains tremble.

birth pains

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Why are they called BIRTH pains, if they last forever ? I love you so much Erin, but watching you birth an adult is much more painful, than watching a sweet baby enter the world. There is more blood, more gore and more pain. I do believe, I have to, that there will be more joy, too.

  I wrote this a long time ago, but it is still relevant and its for all of us…mothers of infants,mothers of teens , and mothers of adults.(sorry its long)

                             perfect and lovely, formed inside, I kept on growing

                                      without even knowing, just who you would be

                            then it came, the day you would arrive…when will this pain subside?

I love you more than I ever knew I could love, a piece of heaven for me from above

                                 when you were three, we butted heads,you blazed your own trail

                                slept in your big boy bed. I’d say be careful, you’d roll your eyes

                            Where is my baby….the one with the big brown eyes ?

     I love you more than I ever knew I could love, a piece of heaven for me from above

                          At eight, you shine so bright and I’m still the love of your life

                          you tell me I’m beautiful and I’m still hopeful…things will never change

          In a flash, time has passed, you choose your friends over me, this hurts….

                 more than delivery…

  I love you more than I ever knew I could love, you hurt me more than I ever knew I could hurt….what is this tearing, tugging and pulling at my heart ? When will it end ?

                   When did it even start ?

Now you’re grown up and I can see, the man that came from inside me

       I love you more than I ever knew I could love, my piece of heaven just for me from above.

  Birthpains that came from the start…I’ll carry you always inside of my heart. I love you.

                         

headache

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Its sunday night, end of the weekend, and I have a headache. Came home from church, went to bed, thats not like me at all. I’m pretty sure it started when the security guy at church(brad) came and told us that Isaiah (6) had left the church biulding and was sitting in the car. All of the memories, bad memories of last years school crisis came rushing back to me. Time is running out, school is getting closer and closer. I am praying for Isaiah all the time, but I need someone to pray for me. Pray for wisdom and discernment in this situation, pray for HIS perfect love to cast out ALL of my fear. Thanks…I know you will.

bigger than I know

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Ephesians something says that HIS LOVE SURPASSES MY KNOWLEDGE. I like that. However much I think GOD loves me, Its more ! So much more that I cannot even wrap my mind around it. It simply surpasses my knowledge.

              Sometimes, however, I am deceived. And the enemy tells me that I DONT have, what I already DO have and I get sidetracked. I get distracted from my true purpose….worship. Not music, worship of the soul….colorful, sweet, warm, and life changing worship.

              So…this deception happened to me recently and the Lord gave me a mantra to think on and to speak out. I love it when he does this, its like a cheat sheet, or a get out of jail free card. Anyway onto the mantra….He told me to say and to believe….I was made for more than this. I was made for more than this.