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Description of the Book:
This is a book inspired by a calling to share the Kingdom of God as it has landed on my heart.
I pray that all who read its word are inspired to seek The Word made manifest by my Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, and be transformed by His living glory.
Reflections On The Word
SKU: 9789357615907
₹300.00Price
Author's Name: Michelle Meier About the Author: I am a child of God. The born again experience, as Jesus described to Nicodemus in John 3:1-21, has had a transformative impact over my expressive voice, in that I no longer have my own identity outside of God, and in this is great healing. Sharing His Words, with me as the vessel has become my prime directive. My story centres Christ. I pray to live up to the gifts He has given. When I was eight, I slipped into a coma. My first home away from home was the Calgary children's hospital. Home was a hard concept for me to gather after living in survival state from this point forward. My family did the best they could under intense worldly pressure, but a marriage struggled. The home environment slipped into chaos and hostility. The workload of trying to survive a recession, job and home loss, illness, debt and grief posed too much. Home never felt the same again. Seeking this illusive concept of a place that felt more real to me than my own home, I left at age seventeen to travel and to try to find myself in romantic relationship. I ended up in relationship after relationship with emotionally unavailable men because I needed an intense amount of emotionality from them in a never ending cycle of my demand and their withdrawal. The empty feeling was never satisfied in me. I chose alcohol and drugs, in phases, exploring my worth through belonging in altered realms, and then deprived myself, cold turkey, in an underbelly knowing-- that none of this was working to bring me the sense of security and love I craved, but I didn't know what would. Up down all around, doing the hokey pokey of undetermined life. I got involved with healing circles, ayahuasca, psychology, explored singing therapy and teaching, astrology, occult. I studied world religions, origin stories, linguistics, anthropology, permaculture, natural medicines, mantras and meditation, science and sophistry. I believed in the power of manifestation, frequency, but all without a great source. I came closer to God in moments through His living design, hints in the worldly fold, but never to source. The universe held my love language in nature, where I worshipped many small gods. Despite some amazing moments of discovery and learning, I still felt alienated from the love I knew I deserved. I couldn't get it to stick. What was the source? Even when I thought I knew what love was and was offering it to others, I still had a hollowness and a deep insecurity inside and often those around me didn't FEEL loved by me either. As it turns out, I had no idea what love was, but I sure knew what escape and distraction was. Dodge and burn. I traveled and lived in many places around the world. I did this alone and with loved ones. I had many amazing experiences. The world can offer lessons and adventure, deep experiences and communion, and yet, I still felt empty. Easily burnt out. Anxious. The more I sought, the less peace I had and was able to offer to others. I wound up in another relationship I wasn't meant to be in. I'd left a promise to be there. The world kept instilling that I was worth more! To go find it, but worth without honor is nothing. A building built on sand without a cornerstone will topple. I remember that I made a church out of this relationship. He became my sole focus. I wanted to please him over any other life goal, twisting and moulding myself for his convenience. I completely lost my power. He became a false idol. How do we lose so much power in trying to love when we know that love IS the greatest power? One day, when walking in a Calgary snowfall to meet with this man of unbelonging for lunch, I got lost and wandered out onto the boulevard. The snow was deep. I trudged a few steps and felt a force push me to my knees. I mean they completely buckled under me and I sunk in the snow up to my waist. I looked up and there was a lit cross billboard with the words, "He died, so you could live." I burst into tears and wept for a half an hour under that cross. I didn't even fully understand why. I didn't understand the message of the cross then, and resisted Christianity and any religion as an institution like it was the greatest evil done to mankind, to the point of innerly mocking those who believed, thinking them completely devoid of critical thinking and so desperate as to not be able to stand on their own two feet through life. There I was on my knees in a dirty snow bank, supernaturally humbled under a lit cross, and still thinking with my world mind that this was all a weird coincidence. It was the first of so many beautiful, supernatural and practical encounters with God and His people, but it still took me four more years to learn how to listen to His voice, through His Word written on my heart and by studying His holy, living book of Word on the daily. God works in amazing ways. He prepares our hearts long before we are ready to fully meet Him. He paves the way by putting the right people in our paths. Those who can love us by shining His light. Those who can humble us by standing in truth. I had been giving credit to nature, to the universal oneness, to tarot and people I thought must be smarter than God with their philosophy and mystery, instead of going direct to the source. He was there all along, waiting so patiently for me to uncloud my eyes and see Him in all of His beautiful awe and glory. I needed to get thirsty for His comfort to want to diligently seek Him. He is not a denomination. His glory can't be diminished with the weak imaginings of His creation. Religion is man's interpretation of truth. God is so much more than an interpretation. When I learned His truth through His Word, through prophetic understanding and the perfect love He offers, my worth was never again defined by a sense of home out in the world. I tried to count how many homes I've lived in, through travel, in romantic partnership, in this life. I've lived in over twenty homes in fourtyfour years. It's been said that home is where the heart is, and now that Jesus lives in me through the Holy Spirit voice, home is wherever Jesus is, no matter where I lay my head. Is it any great sign to be well adjusted to a fallen world? Some homes have felt (and were) unsafe for me, but all things in this world are temporary and even temporal when we have a permanent home in the kingdom of God. I fully understand my worth through Him that made me, made the universe, made nature inside and out, and then made a home in me as I welcomed Him. I've finally come home and the kingdom I've landed in gives peace that surpasses all understanding. I pray that those still seeking their worth in the world can open the door to this realm too, to let perfect love in. Book ISBN: 9789357615907