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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

Emily Massey

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Emily began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma while still being able to freelance write. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

Take Me Back

#distraction #Christian Life

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When I was about seven or eight years old, I remember being asked to do a visualization exercise in Sunday school. The teacher asked the class to close their eyes and imagine being with Jesus.

“What do you see? How do you feel? What are you and Jesus doing?” she asked rhetorically.

I closed my eyes and saw myself wearing a white dress, standing in a field of wildflowers with Jesus. He reached out His hand to me, as if to ask me to run with Him. With my tiny hand in His, we ran through the flowers laughing.

As I write these words, tears form in my eyes because that little elementary girl had no frame of reference for that vision and had no idea what it was like to be close to Jesus like that, yet God downloaded this prophetic picture into my young heart.

It’s not just that fact that tears begin to flow, but the amazing news that the little third grader grew up, heard the glorious gospel for the first time and met that Jesus personally at sixteen years old and would finally grab a hold of His hand and run with Him at 22 years old. Although it may have taken awhile to finally run with Jesus, what matters is that I am now and that I haven’t looked back.

It’s crazy to think that over twenty years have passed since that memory in Sunday school, yet it is still etched in my mind, and recently the Lord put His finger back on that encounter with Him in a very divine way.

I reconnected with a dear sister in Christ over coffee a couple weeks ago and she began to share a very special memory of her and Jesus when she was young, living in the country- enjoying being alone with Jesus in the middle of a field. Immediately, my mind revisited my vision that I had many years ago.

Wow, God.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around what God has been speaking through this similar encounter. There may be many layers to it, but one thing I have been focusing on is what that vision I had 20-something years ago means to me and to the Lord.

Innocence. Purity. Peace. Rest. Joy. Intimacy with Jesus.

Why a field?

We can stand in the middle of a wide-open field with Jesus and experience total freedom from all of the cares of the world.

No distractions. No burdens. No earthly possessions to possess our affections.

So I am asking for the Lord to take me back to that place that He showed me when I was young. It’s in Him that we can live in that kind of peace and rest. I know that. But of course, it is so much easier said than done, and I know I have definitely drifted and have entangled myself in the distractions of the world.

Noises caused by materialism, worldliness, and worry.

My desire to turn from those distractions doesn’t come from a place of self denial for self righteousness or religion’s sake, but from a place of love for God.

To know Him more. To be close to Him. To experience His love alone that fulfills every aching need to belong and find my rest.

So here is my prayer:

Take me back…

…back to the beginning…

…where my heart desired just being with You, Jesus- in a field of wildflowers, running hand in hand with You.

I never had that kind of peace or purity when I was young that I can remember.

It’s what You always wanted for me and still desire for me to have whenever I want.

To run away with You and escape from all earthly distractions. 

To breathe You in. To feel Your peace and rest.

Time may have passed, but the way You see me, the way You love me has never changed. And it never will.

In the day we live in, especially in America, it is so intensely difficult to find that “field” and stay there for awhile. So much is pulling at us for our hearts and attention. It is so easy to get distracted from His gaze and break free from holding His hand even for a moment of self exploration.

I have come to realize that as children of God we must fight to find that “field” and fight to stay there. It is imperative. It is absolutely crucial for our souls and for our spiritual development. The devil wants nothing more than for us to stay as far away from the “field.”

But I have a resolve so deep in my heart that nothing is more important to me than going back to that place with Jesus that God showed me as a little girl.

I am finding my way back and it is so beautiful.


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!


Discovering My (Mis)Identification

#identity #questions

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I figured most of you wouldn't mind if I just wrote very "stream of consciousness"-esque today.

It's much easier for me these days, it seems.

Little sleep and working long and late retail holiday hours have left me a tad burnt out for much creativity.

Sadly.

I'm hoping that this writer's block season is almost over because, jeezo peet, I miss it.

A part of me was willing to say "good-bye" or at least "see ya next time" because it has seemed like such a struggle to even sit down with any ounce of writing inspiration. I have been wondering if my writing season was coming to an end and the Lord wanted me to focus on using another gift.

But what if there is no outlet for any of my talents?

Man, it's been like this for awhile. At least I've always had a place to write. My blog gave me somewhat of a platform and influence, even if it was small.

The more I reflect upon this void feeling, the more I wonder if this is the working of the Potter as He molds me and changes my heart's desires even more to sound like His heartbeat.

But it seems quiet around here. 

The question that I can't seem to escape has been:

What if this whole time He has been stripping me from identities that were not how He truly sees me?

I know that because of my lack of productivity I have had to learn to just be and most importantly, just be His daughter. This is a lesson that has come with many tests, and I admit that I have failed several times. The Lord just keeps the opportunities a'coming to pass and move onto the next level. But when will that ever happen?

Formlessness is what this is called. I'm in process. I'm on the wheel. I've been on the wheel. For a long time it seems.

I haven't been able to hold onto any label or (mis)identification for many months, you guys.

I used to be Emily Rose Mollet- actress, singer, dancer.

Then I became Emily Rose Massey (seven years ago today, actually)- worship leader, writer, youth pastor, singer/songwriter, author, speaker

Besides my often forced hand at writing and occasionally leading a women's Bible study once every 6-8 weeks or so, I don't do any of those things anymore.

I'm not really any of those things anymore.

But here's the kicker...

...I NEVER truly was any of those things. I am a daughter of the Most High God! That's the only identity that matters, right? That's the greatest position I will ever stand in, right?

Although I would have told you straight to your face that my identity is not in what I do, I don't know if I whole-heartedly believed that.

And that is why I think the Lord has had to strip me down where I do none of those things, with absolutely no opportunities in sight to even attempt them, or having very little desire or passion left in me to attempt doing any of those things at all and not much grace to accomplish them.

I'd love to tell you that because I haven't been allowed to busy myself that I have had powerful encounters with Jesus every day during my quiet times while my son napped. Sometimes that was the case. But more often than not, I wrestled with this issue of mis-identification, asking God why, when, how...

...wondering what this sense of void really was all about and if it would ever go away.

Maybe today is the day I stop resisting His hand and yield to it. Funny I say that, considering the title of my book, Yielded in His Hands.

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Yes, I'm in process on this Potter's wheel, but I know the end result is quite a masterpiece.

Until then, I'm on a search to discover this true identity as God's daughter and allow Him to rid my heart of any mis-identification. 


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!


Aggressive Expectation: Preparing for 2017

#New Year #Believing God #belonging

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Photo courtesy: J&H Creative


I don’t know about you, but I am a list-maker.

I have always been ever since I learned to write, I think. There is just something about writing down your thoughts that helps relieve tension in ways that I simply cannot fully explain. Obviously, says the writer.

The list-making goes hand-in-hand with journaling for me too- it’s funny to think that I have kept a diary since I was in grade school. My earliest memory of one I owned had a tiny lock and key and Tweety Bird on the front cover. I can only imagine what top secret words my heart needed to pen that I had to make sure to lock the diary. 🙂

It wasn’t until I became a fully devoted follower of Jesus Christ that I realized how important my passion for writing things down was in my walk with the Lord.

Habakkuk 2:2-3 (NKJV) says:

 2 Then the Lord answered me and said:

“Write the vision
And make it plain on tablets,
That he may run who reads it.
3 For the vision is yet for an appointed time;
But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.
Though it tarries, wait for it;
Because it will surely come,
It will not tarry.

In context, I know this was a promise and prophecy for the prophet Habakkuk, but if God (Jesus) is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8), there is truth to be found in these God-breathed verses for everyone’s life. If the Lord found it important enough to tell Habakkuk to write down what He was speaking to him, then the same is true for anyone whom the Lord is bringing vision and revelation to.

I believe this instruction from the Lord to write down the vision is especially important during times of transition in our lives.

Although God does not run on our timeline or (Gregorian) calendar, I do think He wants us to prepare our hearts and incline our ears to Him for the new year ahead.

Crazy to think that 2017 is only less than two months away at this point!

As I sat and reflected over 2016 the other day, I could only find one word to describe a majority of it for my family- disappointing.

I don’t find it a coincidence that the cover of my journal for most of 2016 was a picture of an anchor and this verse found in Hebrews:

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure (Hebrews 6:19a, NIV).

My circumstances may have been disappointing, but I had a hope that kept my soul secure in the joy of the Lord. Sure, it was extremely difficult to hold onto that hope and not let the enemy steal my joy on a daily basis, but I kept coming back to the arms of Jesus, knowing that His joy would be my strength.

This hope stirred within me as I reflected upon 2016 and looked ahead expectantly at 2017.

This is where I began making a list. Not just a list of resolutions or even goals, but a list of all I believed the Lord would accomplish in and through my family this upcoming year.

I guess you could say it was a list of prayer requests of sorts, but mostly, it was a list of declarations full of aggressive expectations rooted and anchored in faith that my God will come through as He always does because He is so faithful!

One of the biggest declarations I am believing will come to pass is for our family to find a church body and family to be a part of. It has been a long and winding road for my husband and I since 2010. 2017 will be seven years that we have been on this journey to find our place of belonging- and not just temporarily or for a season, but a place to firmly plant our roots down, flourish, and raise our children for years and years and years to come. Seven just so happens to be the Biblical number for divine completion and perfection. Yes, Lord. I believe You are faithful to perfectly complete this journey for us! Whatever that looks like!

I moved homes a lot growing up and have had family and friends consistently come and go in and out of my life for many years, so I’m pretty conditioned to change and transition, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me that we have not been able to find not just a church home, but our church home.

2017 will be the year we find our belonging. Our tribe. Our peeps. Our pride. Our God-ordained place and calling in the Body.

2017 will be the year God makes all things new and brings total restoration in all areas of our life.

I believe it. With all of my heart, I believe it.

So here’s to seeing an end to the disappointment and discouragement of 2016 and looking into 2017 with hope and joy, ready to see God’s faithfulness!

What about you? What kind of aggressively expectant, faith-filled declarations are you making for the new year? Write it down. Pray over it. Believe that it will surely come. I can tell you God will do exceedingly, abundantly more than anything you can ask, think, or imagine!

Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, 21 to Him beglory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever (Ephesians 3:20, NKJV).


Yielded in His Hands

Check out more of my blogs on www.emilyrosemassey.com! Also, visit my website for more information on how to stay connected with me, as well as info about my book Yielded in His Hands- now available on Amazon.com!