Shaddow Cross

 I went out to serve as a missionary in Dine' Bikeyah beginning summer of 2008, and in January 2009, a group of people from the board I was then with (in addition to Shaddow Cross) , had a "talk" with me.   That basically entailed explaining to me why I, who had served in subculture ministry for 7 years, should abandon all trappings of my Gothness, and hopefully all subculture trappings. I sadly believed that to minister out where I was called, that had to be true, due to cultural taboos.  I was broken, but I did my best to hide myself looking more desert and steampunk than Goth.   For five years I lived like this, until my mother's death, and my Gothness came out in fullness.  Only to be put away partially again by the end of 2015.   But from 2015 through 2017, I was in-depth introduced to the subcultures on the reservations.  Metalheads, emos, a few goths, punks, skaters.  They were all there, just I hadn't seen them before....

In the stillness... In the quiet... In the times of rest... Between the saving and the calling... Between the calling and the serving... Between the promise and the healing... Sometimes, it is those times that can seem the longest. Stuck between the knowing and the going. Sometimes, it is those times of still when the roar dies down, that God's voice comes through the strongest. It is in those times... We stop. We listen. We learn. God is always there in the still small voice, if we but train our hearts to listen. Are you in one of those times? Lean deep into God, and may He guide you forward. Do you not know if God's, for Him to meet you in the stillness? Call us to Jesus to save you in the midst of everything,  for He waits for you to call upon Him. And through it all, may we each hear the whisper of God through the stillness... In Umbra Terras,   Lady Morria

  "I look towards the hills.  Where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD God, maker of Heaven and Earth." As we journey through the shadowlands, Along life's rough trails, Over the mesas and mountains tall, Only to see the valleys below... Are we looking towards the One  Who knows the beginning from the end? Are we clinging to the Alpha and Omega, Who is our Daddy Father? Are we calling out to He Who guides us through life's shadows into Heaven's light? No matter where you are at on life's trails, call out to Jesus. He will meet you where you are at, and help you get to where you are going. In Umbra Terras,   Lady Morria

I t has been nearly ten years since the ministry was live full-time... For me (Morria) , it has been nigh five years; five years of searching, wandering, and uncertainty...  Many pathways, many callings, and many pullings to walk many pathways.   So many people hurting, so many places in need.   Yet still in the shadowlands, the underground, of my youth does my heart seek refuge... In the shadow of my God, underneath the stone high cross... T o here a mission was given, my love of olden times, the subcultures in the shadowlands, the rewilding of the land... My deep belief in Jesus my Creator and Savior. Five times hath death knocked upon my door... Thrice by Car: once in rain, once on ice, once by a flood. Once by Spider and Medicine: Brown Reculus Spider and Lidocaine reaction. Once by Mystery Illness of whince I still struggle, though no longer bedridden. In truth, I must be about the tasks given, teaching what I know, for why else was I spared these many...