Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 1/26/2012
Then they said to Him, "What shall we do, that we may work the works of God?" Jesus answered them, "This is the work of God, that you believe in Him whom He sent."
And when He had come into the house, the blind men came to Him. And Jesus said to them, "Do you believe that I am able to do this?" They said to Him, "Yes, Lord." Then He touched their eyes, saying, "According to your faith let it be to you." And their eyes were opened.
All the time when we ask for things from our Lord, I think His response is, "Do you believe?"
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 1/19/2012
Stuff I am trying to take to heart not just leave it in my brainage...
I have hit this "place" in life where I want to learn. So there are some things I am trying to learn, not just to "know" but actually learn and apply. Jesus began to "do and teach"... you cannot teach that which you do not know/ understand. One thing that I have a heavy desire to see is unity. Not just, we all get along, lets go grab coffee and have superficial conversations about the stuff... but actually benefit from the relationships of one another. I mean what if everyday the Lord gives us people to rub off on, or to even have them rub off something on us? What if every single person in your clan of people is there for the purpose of unveiling your ways of thinking?!(the veils distort our image of Him) I do not know much about running a church,( possibly not anymore than new york fashion), or being exactly who I was created to be... but one thing I do know is that we are here, right now, together, for a purpose. And it is not about being right, its not about our ways or theology. The big picture is the battle. And we are in the same division, the same army, at the same time. How can we get there? Why aren't we there?
Oh and Love. I have this feeling, I wont ever fully grasp the depth to that four letter word. But perfect love cast out fear. So if there is an area of life I am fearful, that means I have not let His Love invade. I consider worry a realm of fear. Therefore when I worry (notice, when.) I have yet to let true Love captivate that area. "Love will never manipulate or try and control out of insecurity because perfect love casts out all fear. The very place where relationships can be the most corrupted is also where they can be the most fulfilling, after redemption has worked in them. Giving provides the greatest fulfillment in relationship that we can ever know. The most wonderful human relationships are but fleeting glimpses of the ecstasy that comes when we give ourselves to the Lord in pure worship." - The Final Quest.
Every bad thing and wound that happens to us can turn into the authority to do good. After trials come victory in Jesus, then we can release the compassion we received over others lives.
I would love to be more thankful. I would love to read a book start to finish and apply lessons to my life
I would love to really pay attention in class for the whole time I am there I would love to learn how to decrease my "footprint" (go green..er) I would love to be able to have anyone from any nook of humanity be able to speak into my life and take it to heart. I would like to learn another language, or two? I'd like to be a ranch hand in a place i've never heard of thats it for now. | |
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 1/9/2012
The Kimyal People Receive the New Testament from UFM Worldwide on Vimeo.
This blew me away! Everyday we have the opportunity to read and further understand the most powerful thing in the universe, the Word of God. The Word of God created all that we see, just by His mouth light is STILL being formed... the Word is powerful, transforming, and I take it for granted. I take for granted that by the Word I can be lead by the Spirit to further understand who I am, and who He is. I take for granted that everyday I have a choice to be further molded into the likeness of Jesus, therefore being a more powerful vessel to reveal the Truth everyday. I want to fall in love everyday with the Word. Its beautiful because it reveals Him.
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 10/27/2011
I am reading this book. "Small Acts
of Resistance", it was given to me by Michael Sanders who was on
one of my teams on the Race. This book is absolutely stirring up
something in me. I would try and sum it up by my words, but why do
that when someone, a real writer, already did so on the back cover?
Change begins with small acts that
may have looked pointless at the time: acts of resistance, acts of
bold defiance, or acts of witty disobedience even sometimes in the
most dangerous of circumstances. The stories in this book come from
all over the world, Serbia to Sudan, from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe.
This book celebrates the ingenuity and remarkable courage of the
human spirit and those who, throughout the ages, have stood up to say
"no".
Several stories told in this book are
familiar, the story of Rosa Parks, or Nelson Mandela. But there are
hundreds of names so unfamiliar to me... and those are the ones that
stirred the pot of justice. A fifteen year old Claudette Colvin
peacefully protested in giving up her seat on the bus, just
nine-months before Rosa Parks. She later became a key witness in the
Federal District Court to outlaw segregation on buses forever. One
push. With one voice and what seemed like no one along side her in
that moment, Claudette said no more.
Rusesabagina was a hotel manager in
Rwanda during the genocide. He risked his life to save thousands.
"There was nothing particularly heroic about it... I did what I
believed to be the ordinary things that an ordinary man would do."
He single-handedly saved 1,268 men, women, and children. 
"No snowflake in an avalanche ever
feels responsible" - Stanislaw Lec
"Never doubt that a small group of
thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is
the only thing that ever has" - Margaret Mead
"There is no reason anyone would
want a computer in their home" - Ken Olsen 1977
"Whose hand but yours and mine can
pull back these curtains" Iranian Song, "Yare Dabestani"
I think of young Mary in the Word of
God. A teenager, so young but her response to God changed everything
forever. People thought she was out of her mind, I'm sure if this
happened in our days she would have been called schizophrenic, or a
lier, or an adulteress... I bet her home church might even kindly
ask her not to come back for about 9 months. But she said yes. She
responded to the call, and birthed the Redeemer. She allowed heaven
to invade this earth, she gave birth to God in the flesh!
So a challenge for me and you?
Yea, we have an opportunity. We have
life. We have life everyday. We have a choice everyday to fight for
something, with our hearts, with our voices, with our love for
justice and each other. To be remembered as a person who stood for
SOMETHING. A person who lived, or died, to see change in this world.
Lets not be a people, lets not be a church who stays silent. Lets be
a generation that goes beyond what seems possible. Let us not stop
the fight when people say no the first time, or the second, or when
others think we are out of our minds.
We have life. Let us not forget how
precious it is, how precious freedom is, how faithful He is.
Change does start with a response.
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 9/21/2011
Hey friends, loves, wonderfuls... I have a special favor to ask of ya. So I went back out in January of this year to co-lead a worldrace group. This squad blew me away, they are beyond any cool descriptive words I can think of. They have my heart and are extremely dear to my spirit. I would love to make it back out on the field for their 11 month/ final debrief. It will be a time to celebrate, laugh, love each other, dream of the future, celebrate, celebrate and plan new adventures. The debrief is somewhere (yes, i do not know) in eastern Europe. If you would like to help me out and send me over there for their grand finale I would much much appreciate any little donation/support. Seriously, anything. Once again all of my blog and life followers, I adore you. and I wish to celebrate YOU as well.
To donate copy and paste this in the URL: https://www.adventures.org/give/donate.asp?giveto=worldrace&desc=For%20Kelsey%20Sage
OR on my homepage there is a link that says "support is legit" and that will safely guide you to the donations page. (Guatemala) just some lovely pictures for yer enjoyment  Barehanded kill
Cambodia lovelies Romanian hunk
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 9/8/2011
Yes indeed it has been over a year since I came back a different soul, a different woman... why? Cause I experienced God. Not just reading His word in a new light, but I actually formed a relationship with the Person of Jesus, the Spirit of the living God. I got to walk my walk in the garden with Him and not just read about how Adam did it. I experienced miracles, healings, intimacy, love, visions, Kingdom dreams... because I figured one thing out that I had been missing. I needed a relationship. When I came back from the foreign lands I did not want to "break up" or "take a break" from my main Man Jesus. This is a relationship, a romance, a relationship that will continue blossoming, I will continue to fall in love, I will continue to learn more about Him and myself through Him. Dang, why hadn't I found this awesome Man before? He is the most faithful, the most glorious, the most perfect being i have ever known and I don't even know all about Him yet. So that's the sort of "season" or period of life I am in with Him, just knowing Him in a new relationship... one where we hold a constant conversation throughout the day just like a bestfriend or for most people now, its just like texting all day long. I talk and say whatever, maybe I hear back right away, maybe He says something funny that I want to share with other people, or maybe He sweeps me off my feet once again with a deep love kinda line.  I moved to Austin, Texas. AH! its awesome, actually over a year ago God told me to come here, He gave me so many thoughts and dreams about this city. How it can be "ours" if we would want it, ask for it (ours as in the Kingdom people). Its weird dudes, we got all sorts of odd things going on, it would be weird to have a day devoted to everyone talking like a pirate, but here in austin thats just september 19th. It would be odd to know most of the men in the gym wear shorter shorts that you do, but no I see that every day and it gets old..(ok not really i love it). We have a bridge that currently has the largest urban bat colony in the world... so what does austin do? we have a bat festival where people can dress up like bats or baseman and drink, dance, roam the bridge, and /or buy local trinkets. Its like the music capital of the universe, it has any ethnic food you could dream of, it has the sweetest grocery stores with tons of locally grown and brewed stuff. This city is about to know something even cooler. Even more awesome. Jesus folk are rising up to take the city, to love it even better, to care for it, to speak life over its people, ya its going to happen. A stirring in the Spirit is slowly swirling over Austin, Texas.  So come join, or pray for the Kingdom to show up over this city! Have a neat-fabulous day. Thanks for reading lovers
 yes there is a zombie festival
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 5/6/2011
 Chinese dried meat shop
First thank the Father for changing my heart, mind, passions, desires, beliefs … over the last year and a half. I was one who read and believed in healings and miracles but never proved them, never actually placed my hands on people and allowed Him to heal. He says it, does it, talks about it all over the place in Scripture… but for some reason I was deceived into thinking that life-style was old testament stuff. Nope… it's not. Not at a actually. According to the Word, these days He is pouring out His goodness even MORE. And I got a taste of this Glory yesterday! Second, I have to thank my wonderful-brilliant-faithful other half, Julie for pushing me into deeper faith and action. So here is the good stuff:
Julie and I are in Asia, exploring you can say, before heading back to the states. We started the beautiful day off with prayer and thanksgiving to the Lord for this nation and the gift it is to be able to just have an adventure. After walking the streets, listening to jazz, sampling delicious foods, and enjoying nightlife, we head back toward the hostel. We notice we are followed by 3 woman in somewhat matching attire. If you can imagine old-school asian-suits, about 30 years old, smelly and stained that was their attire. One of the women had a crutch and we immediately noticed that her left leg was incredibly shorter than her right. She held out her hand to beg for money from us, and instead we offered to buy them a meal. (which, by the way, they speak asian dialect, we speak English, so this all goes down through sign language and facial expression). The woman with the crutch leads the other four of us to the nearest food stand, they each decided this stand did not suffice and we proceeded to the next just a few steps away… nope still didn't have what they wanted (I guess) so we went into a little convenient store down the road. So we all file into this little store and Julie and I watch as each of their handfuls get bigger and bigger. Snacks, crackers, packaged noodles, chicken in a zip-lock, soymilk, and who knows what else, were then piled high on the counter for purchase. In my mind: “dear Father, help me love them, this is not my money but your own, but dear Lord, I just feel a bit abused right now… oh my.. is she getting MORE crackers?” But Julie, paid for the first batch of food and I gave money for the rest. Now, I did notice their smiles towards us. Sweet. Ok now for the juice, so we walk outside and they thank us over and over and begin to open up their sacks of food… I stand there in awe of their excitement and hunger while Julie starts to follow the woman with the crutch down the road a bit. I come to, and realize Julie has the woman now sitting on a little bench-type seat on the sidewalk…. BINGO this is a time for the Father to heal her. So of course I want in on the encounter! We both lay our hands on her leg and begin to release the power of Him. Now, I want you to do something while you read this, I want you to sit with your legs together and place your right forearm horizontally across both legs; about mid-thigh range… now, keep your elbow planted still and move your hand of your right arm nearly onto your left knee cap. Sit there, look at the distance your hand moved from where it was when it was horizontal on your thigh. This was about the length this woman's leg grew! Yes, I just said it. Her leg GREW in His name. The blood of Him paid the price for this daughters healing and He simply put us near her to usher in the victory of the cross. Amen, thank you Lord! It was thrilling! She even tried to pay us for the healing! Ha! Now honestly I FELT and SAW this leg growing, in all reality it grew around 5 or 6 inches in about 7-10 minutes! One more part, we were still praying and releasing Jesus into this woman when both of us just came to a halt. Julie (awesome) busted out THE book in their language, and gives it to her… right after this exchange went on three police men peddle their bikes right in front of us. Now, this stuff… all illegal. Super Illegal. illegal. So the timing of HIM was amazing. It's another miracle that the He protected us and her in this time! Holler!! Woah, even to think back on that awesome moment makes me laugh and celebrate the truth of who we are as Sons and Daughters. We have authority. We have the power by the great One and resurrection the Lover.
So that's the scoop! Thanks for reading and celebrating life and victory!
 Jazz bar, of course.
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 4/15/2011
As you know just by walking through the local grocery store, it is almost Easter. The innocent colors of light green, pink, purple and of course chocolate all fill the area near the entrance and cashier lines. I for one have been convicted of the way I celebrate this "holiday"; or should I say lack of celebration. I do much more planning and anticipating for the 4th of July, and Thanksgiving, of course we all get hyped for Christmas. But what is the deal with Easter being just a chocolate-fest and cute pictures with bunnies? Sick. This is what we SHOULD be celebrating, Jesus leaving the tomb empty! Jesus allowing us to live in complete freedom, victory from sin, victory from baggage and meaningless life!! No, I do not have to live with a glimpse of illness or affliction against MY body because of the empty tomb, because Jesus faced satan right in the face and beat the hell out of him (or beat something else more serious out of him, just couldn't think of a better word to describe the intensity)! He did that for you and for me. Jesus wept and went through the MOST severe death known to mankind, not so we can eat purple marshmallows in the shape of rabbits but so our entire lives could be in union with God the Father. THAT is worth celebrating, more than any other day of the year, THE victory of LIFE and FREEDOM is the most important, most powerful day of every year we exist.
We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life. Romans 6:4
Our old sinful, depressed, meaningless life WAS and STILL is crucified and buried. That life is over and done and a new is for us to take and experience.
If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection. Romans 6:5
If we allow ourselves to be in complete surrender, if we accept and acknowledge the new life Christ paid for us to have, then we will meet death to our old lives of fruitlessness and be resurrected and filled with the Spirit to live a new life. I am a new creature, with new thoughts, new hopes, new power, new authority, new meaning because I died to myself. I am still continuing to surrender things over to the Father, I am continually dying to myself because I know that His ways are greater than my own. (Isaiah 55:9) Thank God. Thank God that I can be in surrender mode to Him and allow my life to be multitudes greater than any life I could create by myself.
So yuh lets hunt those eggs, cause really, who doesn't want to run around the neighborhood with a cute basket hunting dyed boiled eggs? Lets buy the chocolate, lets have the family over for lunch, lets go to church even? But let us never forget what the victory of the resurrected life truly means and holds for us. This is the day we should have a week off of work and school preparing for... maybe one day the world can wake up and realize Easter the most powerful day of the year.
Peace N Love
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Posted in General Posts by Kelsey Sage on 3/16/2011
Here she comes, barefoot, three single cigarettes squeezed tightly in her left hand, a sack of cold beer weighing down her right arm and shoulder... steadily, she is limping closer to me. I start to squint out the darkness of the night, to get a better look at her right foot. Pointed at a 90degree angle and trying to catch up with the left leg, here she comes. (my thoughts) "God if you want me to do something about this make her sit down in a chair" (i don't flatter myself when I tell God what to do, but we are still working on communication) So I take my eyes off of her and try to fake that I was mentally "in" the conversation which I drifted from..." this is husband Greg, he didn't go to hospital... to surgery, he have bad lung. " Greg, in his drunken slur-between puffs on his nearly wasted cig, " my lung is bad, surgery, my lung bad, bad".
.  The two of us were told to go and recruit people to come to church, so here we go on fire to see God move in the community of Bagot. Bagot is a community funded by the government for the Aborigines here in Darwin.  Walking curiously, peeking into houses to glimpse a shadow of life then shouting "church tonight guys! See ya there won't we? We better see ya'll!! Bring your family, we are going to be singing! Come to church! Byeeee!!" But mostly we just creep up on the small clusters sitting outside their houses, usually a few drinks in and cig-smoke clouding their faces. After a few cluster invites he catches my eye, then Chelsea's, or it might have been the other way around. Anyhow we migrate his direction. Sitting alone, shirtless, cross-legged.. skinny ol legs, starring deeply into the cement driveway, beer can to the front and cig loosely gripped between his fingers. "Hey!!" (maybe to much voice for this one ol man) "Hey we are having church tonight up at the Bagot Community Church, wanna come with us?" Still getting closer to him, we reach a good enough distance to see the blood shot eyes and get a good whiff of the alcohol potent air which has made a 4 foot radius around him. We squat to seem intimate and personal with him. "What's your name?" "My name is Greg". "Would ya like to come up to the service tonight?" "Can you pray me, lung is bad", He takes his left hand, still loosely holding his dear cigarette, drags his arm slowly over his right ribcage. "Of course, are you in pain? can we lay our hands on you? God is a healing, loving God, He can take all your pain away. " "We are going to ask God to take your pain away" In the midst of praying Ann Marie comes strolling up, couple of cigs and couple of beers. "My husband, lung is bad, surgery didn't get... was yesterday but still hurt, pray... oh God... Jesus." Now, we think after a night of a couple beers maybe the stench of alcohol would fade... but this smell seemed to be weeks old. Ann Marie was stumbling to stay a stand. Stepping all over her own feet, just barely able to keep her eyes from closing completely... trying to convince us she was fully able to communicate that her husband needs prayer for healing of his lung. Making no sense with her words or his own we begin to pray again... healing, miracles, the powerful-changing Presence of our God to invade the children whom he loves and created for a great purpose. "Jesus, in frame for Greg, bedroom, oh Jesus... Lord, bad lung, this is my husband Greg, bad lung.. needs surgery ..yesterday" (this scrambled phrase was repeated and re-scrambled multiple times during our encounter) My eyes wide open, praying earnestly and fervently to the God who heals and loves... I see her, limping my direction. Michele. Who we later find out is Ann Marie's mom. After coming back to Greg and our conversation and prayers with the two of them I notice Michele (the mom) pulled up a chair from the front lawn and onto the sidewalk in which she came. Sitting a safe distance away she chooses her words between shouts of curses and mumbles of who knows what. Ann Marie says to us "do not listen to her", which gives me the clue she does not like us praying or even being near her daughter... So here we go again, my thoughts. "Ok, Father... what do I do, obviously this woman is too drunk and oblivious to understand anything, if I were... just if I were to pray or talk with her" Instantly I turn my gaze once more off of Greg and Ann Marie and squint again in the direction of Michele in her chair, her hand reaches out for me. "Ok really, God.. really? Really, like you want me to go to her... I'm praying here and you want... ok" So I get over myself and realize in a flash moment the atmosphere around her changed from cursing us to wanting what we have to offer. Seriously, in an INSTANT she was cursing us then asking for me to come and pray with her. Actually calling to me to come and extending her hand out as far in my direction as she could... so I ease up from my catchers squat and walk the half dozen steps to the shadow she is sitting in. Thoughts.. "She pulled up a chair like I asked you, she is begging for prayer, she chose ME to come to her... ok I guess this is divine, right?" "Hey gorgeous, I'm Sage, what is your name?" "Michele... my daughter Ann Marie, my daughter." (that breath, oh that breath, yikes) I take her hand which is trying earnestly to find mine. I squat once more at her feet, placing my free hand on her left knee, which I noticed had a good sized scar about 7 inches long. "Had operation, (pointing from her left hip running her fingers all the way down to my hand which was on her left knee), can you pray for me?" Overjoyed with the privilege to speak the words of God over this new friend I immediately began to pray the presence of God over Michele, even telling her that she would FEEL God. She did, she said her leg had been numb and now she could feel it. Thank God for being awesome all the time! That isn't the end. Now what I can remember is in snags and bits. I remember Greg saying he felt MUCH better with no pain. I remember seeing Michele's tears run down her face as we sat hand in hand talking to our Father. I remember the moment in which she looked into my eyes and I was able to see her tired, weary, lonely-eyes and she said "i love you" I remember the way it made me feel, I couldn't control the way it made me feel, like this was good enough for me, this moment right here in the middle of a random community in a random city, so many miles away from what I call home... this moment was enough to last me a life-time. "Michele, i love you." We sat for such a brief and swift moment right there and two million thoughts sprinted through my head. But one thing mattered, God. He placed us here together for this time. For this moment He wanted us to feel the love together. He wanted a beautiful experience of two completely different people from different cultures and different lives.. He designed us to FEEL love together. And that was enough for me. That was everything to me. I remember the exuberant praises we gave our Father ALL night long for such an honor it was to experience that night.
SO thank you. Thank you for praying for me, thank you for supporting me in my journey, thank you for reading, thank you for loving me.
More to come about our new friends.
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