It has been awhile since I’ve “chatted with you” via my blog. I’ve been writing, but more personal stuff that I don’t have the boldness to share right now! I’ve actually had more of a desire to write, and to write as a way to spend time with my Father, in different types of expression. Ever since I was a child I knew I wanted to write. I would write little poems, stories and create whole lives for my dolls through stories. What fun it was! I’ve decided to go back to that place. As a child we were most like who God made us to be, without as much of the world’s limitations or guidelines imprinted on us as we do as adults. Well, I want to live in God’s Kingdom here on Earth and not by the rules of the Kingdom of this World! It is God I serve and not man. So, back I go to being a child, a daughter of my most High King! 😉 Simplicity. Adoration. Joy. Playfulness. Love. Adventure.
I am going a writing conference out in California this week. For it, there was a writing contest that I entered, basically as a way to force myself to write a story. I am going to (gulp!) be a little bold and by faith post this story here. Now, This story is in no way a completed work and it is one I hope to develop more in the future. What has fascinated me is this verse in Luke 12:32, the idea of being sheep, and being in the Kingdom which is how this story came to be. There are so many verses on being sheep and being in His pasture! It is a children’s story, but aren’t we all His children? 😉 My writing, as well as this story, are also in honor of my mother who also loved to write. Since my mother died when I was 11 I never thought about honoring her until last week. As I was thinking about Mother’s Day I asked the Lord how I could honor my mother and I heard WRITE. I praise the Lord for my mother who chose to give me life, who chose to have a child, even when all the doctors told her not to.
So, in honor of my mother, Karen Mary Ciha is “The Memoir of the Kingdom”…
It was a day like every other day. It was a day of great joy and celebration because each day was that kind of day in the Kingdom of Good Pasture.
The light shone wondrous across Good Pasture. There was more than enough lush green grass for the sheep to graze in. This grass was not of the type that would wither, it was grass that would remain forever. They fed on it and were filled. The harvest was abundant for the trees of the Pasture. They bore much fruit of every kind, more fruit then the sheep could ever desire. On the west end of the pasture there was a cool stream and many of the sheep took their afternoon naps along its banks. There was always enough room for all.
The obedient sheep spent their time resting in the golden rays from the Sun, being loved by Good Shepherd, loving Him back and also loving each other. They knew their need for Good Shepherd and his acceptance for them. There was such peace and freedom in this relationship, that there was no comparison. This was their life, simple as it was, and they would never seek to be anywhere else. Most certainly they would never choose to go back to where they had once been. They fully claimed their identity as Good Pasture citizens and that was that.
As was said these sheep of the Good Pasture had not always been in this Kingdom. Back in their old pasture they had heard this still, silent Voice call to them, “Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” At first they did not know what to do about the Voice. They had never heard it before. They had many questions. Where was it coming from? What kingdom was it talking about? They had meetings about the Voice. They tried to figure out the Voice by their own understanding. They brought in all of their most intelligent sheep, the ones that had studied the most about the pasture. They each had their own opinion. Many said to ignore the Voice. Others said the Voice was a figment of their own imaginations. As a whole flock they could not get the Voice out of their minds.
Then the lambs of the flock began to have dreams at night of following the Voice. The dreams were so vivid, so real and most of all wonderful. They told of a beautiful place where there was always enough to eat. In the pasture where the sheep lived they could never be content. They tried. They worked hard to keep finding grass where they could graze. They were worried most of the time and happiness seemed to last only so long. When the Voice said, “Fear Not”, the sheep realized there was a place without fear.
The sheep decided to listen to their lambs. They could not go on living in this pasture when there was a possibility of something better. The sheep went by the way of Sharon. The journey was not always easy. At times they were tired, and at times they wanted to give up. There were wolves they had to escape and they always did by staying together. There was a hunger for yet something more within these sheep that kept them going. The Voice never left them. They came to long for this Voice more than knowing the right way or even knowing where they were headed. This flock was not the same flock as when they had left.
When they finally approached Good Pasture they found Good Shepherd calling to them. They found out it was HIS VOICE all along. He had been calling and waiting for them the whole time!
This wonderful Kingdom was given to these tender, humble sheep as the Good Shepherd had promised. The sheep kept sharing with their lambs throughout all generations the story of their journey to Good Pasture. As the sun is setting over the land you can often hear this story ringing across the pasture as mothers share with their little lambs, “Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.”
the story i find myself in... 