Showing posts with label praying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label praying. Show all posts

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Desert Refuge Ministry

As Robby and I are not leaving the desert, and we made commitments to our supporting Churches to not leave the Desert Southwest and native ministry until we retire. except for support raising or family health emergencies (short-term), we are seeking a new church to partner with.  As well as that, we are working on putting together a ministry which for now we have dubbed "Desert Refuge Ministry".  How and where God will grow this is still beyond us, but this is what we feel He is leading us to do...  So we will begin praying and seeking where He is leading us for the future.

~ Morria

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Horror!

Merami is ill.  CANCER!  My heart is crying for her!  How can I stay here?  How can I leave?  She says there is little chance of beating it.  The Docs give her 6 moths at tops, she is praying for longer so she and Dad can get her afares in order.    What is a daughter to do?

It's not like I have not lived with the possibility of this since I was old enough to understand... 4 years old I think I was, the first time I understood what one of her cancer scares was.  But not this... this is the first time it has not been just a scare.  

Shock...
Horror...
Fright...
That is all that comes mind... I'm at a loss for words.

~ Morria

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

What Do They Know?

As I am sitting here, working at the homeless shelter in Chicago, my thoughts wonder to all the homeless, the Roma, and the gypsy/bohemian/nomad/travelers of the world, especially those in dire situations...

~ Morria



What Do They Know?


I sit here in this room,
nothing but this bag to call my own
Why am I here?
What has happened?


They say I am a streetrat, 
an outcast, a vagabond.
What do they know?


I sit here praying,
Family's still on the move,
Why are we hated?
What have we done?


They say I am a streetrat, 
an outcast, a vagabond.
What do they know?


I sit here in this slum,
nothing but rot to call a home.
Why don't they care?
How could things change?


What do they know?
We have a history,
We have names.
We are humans.
We are everyone. 

MMN - 2009 


Friday, April 23, 2004

Reflections: 2004

"Riches I heed not nor man's empty praise,
 THOU mine inheritance now and always! " ~ Be Thou My Vision

Let me tell you a bit about the woman I am becoming again....

I am a fun loving, dedicated Christian...recommitted to purity , honesty, humility, and a simplistic lifestyle.   I am into Celtic Christianity and the history of Native America, especially the Navajo.   Personally, I am gypsy gal.  It does not take much to make me happy, a dry place to sleep, some food, good friends, and mi Lord. 

I am kinda shy except with those I am close to, but this is partially because I don't want to hurt others.   In the past I have been like poison, so until I am sure I am not again...I tend to hang back a bit.  Once I open up though, I tend to be bold and confess my soul to you.

That is who I am right now... growing in God... spending time daily in HIS Word.  Praying, seeking His will, and living for Him....seeking a chance to get back on the open road.


~ Morria

Saturday, August 18, 2001

Christian Goths?

Something interesting I was introduced to while in New Orleans, was the concept of Subculture Christians: Goths, Punks, Sk8ers, Metalheads, and more. I mean, I had know somewhat about Punks who serve Christ, one of the youth pastors from camp (who's mom is good friends with mine), is a Punk.  But I never really thought of it, especially when it came to the Goths.  I have always been interested in Goths, but everyone told me "Those black clothed heathens have nothing to do with Christ, and their is no hope for them unless they convert and give up there dressing in darkness."  Yet, dark colored clothing for the first 1700-1800 years of Christianity was looked on as being pious... hmm.  I must look into this more.

To my delight, I have found ChristianGoth.Com, a wonderful site full of info run by Lady Michaela.  I have been e-mailing her now for a while. More an more I am thinking this might be who I am, and that God might have a calling for me among those who dwell in the Shadowlands.   I am not sure.  Need to do alot more thinking, praying and research... this gypsy gal may just be a gothic gypsy gal.

~ Morria