Reflecting over the past few days, "little things" had been making me extremely angry. Being that I am usually of a calm temperament, this emotion has brought me to scratch my head in wonderment.
It was as if 'something' was simmering on the stove of my heart. These "little" events or aggravations turned up the heat and caused what was already cooking to boil over, making a mess of my emotions. As I restrained myself from analyzing (my comfort blanket) but did some soul searching, I was able to find the ingredients simmering beneath the surface.
What I found was a potentially toxic remedy I had allowed to be concocted. If you have ever seen baking soda and vinegar mixed together, the reaction of my ingredients was much like that. I had allowed the bitter and the sour to be stirred together.
What happened? You may ask. One particular 'incident' was when my eldest child hid another child's new toy. I let THAT act make me so angry. It took much of the afternoon to get cooled off. My heart said, why is this such a big deal. My mind said, how dare he!
With painful humility, I began to see crystal clear the recipe that was boiling over. I had allowed myself to have unrealistic, perfectionist expectations of how my children would behave while I was out of town with them. I also let myself hold the hammer of condemnation, believing every infraction from my child was a a reflection of my failure as a parent. When frustration and anger were mixed with perfectionism and expectations, a yuck of emotions boiled over. Although quiet in reaction, my anger was seen in my eyes and my child was crushed at my disappointment. Although putting this in writing is embarrassing, it also helps me to see the picture of what NOT to allow to cook on the stove of my heart again. Maybe others can learn and be encouraged by my experience. Being a mom is tough! Those around us, society, and we provide a list of demands, creating further pressure.
What did God ask us to do with our little (or not so little) ones? He asked us to love them and let them sit on His lap and love Him. To train and instruct, without crushing. God has given each of us grace. The Word says that condemnation is not of God. He is a God of grace. It is time we extend that same grace to ourselves (in our parenting, friendships, actions - or lack of), and to pour out that same grace on our children. For me, I will pour my simmering pot of sour ingredients down the drain. I will seek to measure behaviors according to their appropriate height (no longer making so very much a mountain of offense). And daily, I will seek to walk in grace not perfectionism.
Maybe it was too much sugar over the holidays. I could blame my pattern and reaction on lots of things. Regardless, it is time to make a change.
"So God can point to us in all future ages as examples of the incredible wealth of his grace and kindness toward us, as shown in all he has done for us who are united with Christ Jesus. God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God." (Eph. 2:7-8 NLT)
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Mirror Image
Recently, an evangelist was speaking on vision and talked about the passage of Genesis 30. It seems so many are talking and writing on vision. What a great topic to stir us to move forward!
In Genesis 30, Laban tried to trick Jacob out of his inheritance. Laban told Jacob he could have all the spotted or streaked animals, but then Laban hid those animals with his sons to keep them from Jacob. In return, Jacob gave the animals left in his care an image to focus on in order to change the situation.
It is time we see it, the right reed in the water. It is the truth of who we really are, as His creation. When we see ourselves in that light, we actually become like the image we see. Even more, I am going to practice declaring beauty when I look in the mirror. Instead of calling myself "quirky" at my childlike behavior and antics, I will declare I am "fun" and let the joy of the Lord bubble out of me, infecting the atmosphere around me. He did make me, He sings and dances over me (Zeph. 3:17), and He desires for our words and thoughts to line up with the TRUTH of who we are!
In Genesis 30, Laban tried to trick Jacob out of his inheritance. Laban told Jacob he could have all the spotted or streaked animals, but then Laban hid those animals with his sons to keep them from Jacob. In return, Jacob gave the animals left in his care an image to focus on in order to change the situation.
Then Jacob took some fresh branches from poplar, almond, and plane trees
and peeled off strips of bark, making white streaks on them. Then he placed
these peeled branches in the watering troughs where the flocks came to drink,
for that was where they mated. And when they mated in front of the white-streaked
branches, they gave birth to young that were streaked, speckled, and spotted.
(Gen. 30: 37-39 NLT)
Looking into a reflection has never been my favorite past time. I am not quite sure why. Maybe it was peers teasing about me being plain when I was a kid or possibly constantly comparing myself with my three beautiful sisters. Nevertheless, for years I have been learning to see someone beautiful look back at me in the mirror. I have had to teach my children the same about their person, to love the creation they are SIMPLY because GOD MADE them. It has forced me to giddy-up on this topic for my own person.
This week, I keep thinking about what life would be like and the peace that would follow us if we were looking at the right reed in our mirrors. God has written and declared throughout His Word about the creation that we are. David declared,
"Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it."
(Ps. 139:14 NLT)
It is time we see it, the right reed in the water. It is the truth of who we really are, as His creation. When we see ourselves in that light, we actually become like the image we see. Even more, I am going to practice declaring beauty when I look in the mirror. Instead of calling myself "quirky" at my childlike behavior and antics, I will declare I am "fun" and let the joy of the Lord bubble out of me, infecting the atmosphere around me. He did make me, He sings and dances over me (Zeph. 3:17), and He desires for our words and thoughts to line up with the TRUTH of who we are!
What will you declare today? Name one thing you will practice this week to change the reed that you see?
Saturday, December 1, 2012
The Wrong Cat
(Disclaimer: Although not graphic, the following blog may be disturbing to animal lovers)
A few years ago, a black and white stray cat had five kittens in our hydrangea bush. After fostering her and the litter for Animal Rescue Foundation, we kept two of the kittens (one tabby gray, one fully black). Both have always been very docile and loving. They were made to live outside due to their potty habits indoors, but they were fixed and have been pampered greatly by the six of us throughout their lifetime. The children would even make them beds next to theirs or carry them in their purses when they were kittens. The cats became comfortable being carted around in cotton pillow cases and would relax and fall asleep on jousled walks with the kids. I tell you all of this to let you know they were a treasured part of our family.
Driving my children to school on Friday, I saw a fully black cat lying on the shoulder of our road, a few mailboxes down from ours. I was saddenned, and I knew I would have to investigate later. After returning home, I was not able to locate our "Sammy" and decided to go have a look-see. Convinced it must be him (even having the few white hairs on his shoulders), I became very upset and I was moved to tears. I was mad at his stupidity and sad at the loss all at once. I found myself actually shaking at the events (some not mentioned for the sake of grace).
When I returned from the road, Sammy was waiting for me in the driveway. I hugged and loved on him, and he behaved as if my level of affection gave him alarm. Although the cat from the road LOOKED like mine, it was the wrong cat (later I found the real 'owner' that had been feeding the stray).
The thought went off in me light dynamite ignited: how quickly our emotions are affected by our thinking! I had allowed myself to be physically affected by the thought of loss, but it was actually a false loss. With further caution to those sensitive to animals, I must tell you that I had already loaded the cat from the road into a container in my car. Being family, I was going to bury him on my property. Realizing it was not mine, I could not figure out what to do with it. The elderly "owner" did not want to strain to dig a hole, and I was not willing to dump him on the side of the road. Until I decided to do the neighborly thing to dig and provide a resting place, I literally rode around with him in a container in my car. This may sound a bit far-fetched, but I was in limbo. I had taken ownership of something that was not mine. However, I was learning a lesson. How often do we drive around with dead and false thinking riding in our minds and hearts? Surrender is far more simple, but it can sometimes seem more uncomfortable to unload the cargo than it is to just keep driving.
We cannot allow our false thinking to continue. God did not intend for us to ride in limbo day by day or proceed on in the same dead or incorrect thought patterns. It is time to find the truth for our lives, for every situation. What is the worst case scenario? It is that God will take care of us and teach us through every pleasant or unpleasant situation, if we will surrender and allow Him to be the Lord of our lives. Heaven is waiting on our Nestea plunge of surrender, allowing all the thoughts to be loosed from us and trampled on by the Heavenly hosts. Today is a day to push out the untrue. Delight in the truth of His love, your value, and His hand of provision.
"Bring every thought captive..."
What thoughts will you bring captive today? What truth is your exchange?
A few years ago, a black and white stray cat had five kittens in our hydrangea bush. After fostering her and the litter for Animal Rescue Foundation, we kept two of the kittens (one tabby gray, one fully black). Both have always been very docile and loving. They were made to live outside due to their potty habits indoors, but they were fixed and have been pampered greatly by the six of us throughout their lifetime. The children would even make them beds next to theirs or carry them in their purses when they were kittens. The cats became comfortable being carted around in cotton pillow cases and would relax and fall asleep on jousled walks with the kids. I tell you all of this to let you know they were a treasured part of our family.
Driving my children to school on Friday, I saw a fully black cat lying on the shoulder of our road, a few mailboxes down from ours. I was saddenned, and I knew I would have to investigate later. After returning home, I was not able to locate our "Sammy" and decided to go have a look-see. Convinced it must be him (even having the few white hairs on his shoulders), I became very upset and I was moved to tears. I was mad at his stupidity and sad at the loss all at once. I found myself actually shaking at the events (some not mentioned for the sake of grace).
When I returned from the road, Sammy was waiting for me in the driveway. I hugged and loved on him, and he behaved as if my level of affection gave him alarm. Although the cat from the road LOOKED like mine, it was the wrong cat (later I found the real 'owner' that had been feeding the stray).
The thought went off in me light dynamite ignited: how quickly our emotions are affected by our thinking! I had allowed myself to be physically affected by the thought of loss, but it was actually a false loss. With further caution to those sensitive to animals, I must tell you that I had already loaded the cat from the road into a container in my car. Being family, I was going to bury him on my property. Realizing it was not mine, I could not figure out what to do with it. The elderly "owner" did not want to strain to dig a hole, and I was not willing to dump him on the side of the road. Until I decided to do the neighborly thing to dig and provide a resting place, I literally rode around with him in a container in my car. This may sound a bit far-fetched, but I was in limbo. I had taken ownership of something that was not mine. However, I was learning a lesson. How often do we drive around with dead and false thinking riding in our minds and hearts? Surrender is far more simple, but it can sometimes seem more uncomfortable to unload the cargo than it is to just keep driving.
We cannot allow our false thinking to continue. God did not intend for us to ride in limbo day by day or proceed on in the same dead or incorrect thought patterns. It is time to find the truth for our lives, for every situation. What is the worst case scenario? It is that God will take care of us and teach us through every pleasant or unpleasant situation, if we will surrender and allow Him to be the Lord of our lives. Heaven is waiting on our Nestea plunge of surrender, allowing all the thoughts to be loosed from us and trampled on by the Heavenly hosts. Today is a day to push out the untrue. Delight in the truth of His love, your value, and His hand of provision.
"Bring every thought captive..."
What thoughts will you bring captive today? What truth is your exchange?
Friday, November 16, 2012
Breaking Free
I was recently at a conference where the speaker was referring to the different stages of freedom. That "stuck" part of the process of freedom call "I can't" came to my mind. A log jam was the description of the speaker. I could see myself standing on the edge of the log jam...on top of the pile of logs. I was wishing and waiting on the "break free" and waiting.
"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him." Psalm 28:7
I realized that the log jam represented my trying to do in my own strength what the Lord asked me to do in His. Suddenly, an active video of freedom formed in my heart and mind. I no longer had to struggle to kick out of the jam, I simply had to raise my hands in surrender. As I did, I flew as if on wings. He was waiting in this glorious river of freedom. Together, we swam as one. He was the leader. He led me in a dance of freedom in the water and in the sky. Colors and light reflected onto the water, and my heart soared at the secrets He whispered to me.
So it must be for all of us. It is time to stop trying to do things on our own strength. We must not let the devil make us feel like failures and remind us that we cannot do it. It is time to strongly say, "The Lord is my strength..." Lift up your hands in surrender today. See what is waiting in the air.
"The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him." Psalm 28:7
I realized that the log jam represented my trying to do in my own strength what the Lord asked me to do in His. Suddenly, an active video of freedom formed in my heart and mind. I no longer had to struggle to kick out of the jam, I simply had to raise my hands in surrender. As I did, I flew as if on wings. He was waiting in this glorious river of freedom. Together, we swam as one. He was the leader. He led me in a dance of freedom in the water and in the sky. Colors and light reflected onto the water, and my heart soared at the secrets He whispered to me.
So it must be for all of us. It is time to stop trying to do things on our own strength. We must not let the devil make us feel like failures and remind us that we cannot do it. It is time to strongly say, "The Lord is my strength..." Lift up your hands in surrender today. See what is waiting in the air.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Significance
Today, some difficult things were happening in my morning. Rather than let circumstances squash my joy, I knelt before Lord. As a result, this song rose from my heart:
You check the time
Results have come and gone
But God is still on the throne
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance
So you tried and said and did
Your heart is heavy, Son.
But remember what I said is the end...
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance (x3)
Kids may kick and fight
Puff their chest in might
Get on your knees and see what He says
He says...
Hal - le - lu - jah
Give Him Glory
He died and rose again
Look up and see His power today
So your pockets pull out void
Your vats are running low
How will the food go on the table?
(Sing Hallelujah from above again)
I see the heads hung down
Staring at the ground
Wondering what to do with this plight
Lift up your head, my friend
The sky spans with the sun
The clouds are there, the storm will pass.
He will be victorious!
So today take some time
Call out your needs to Him
Allow your heart to trust and hold His hand
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance
(Stretch out your arms and sing the Hallelujah chorus again and again)
What stirs in your heart today?
You check the time
Results have come and gone
But God is still on the throne
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance
So you tried and said and did
Your heart is heavy, Son.
But remember what I said is the end...
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance (x3)
Kids may kick and fight
Puff their chest in might
Get on your knees and see what He says
He says...
Hal - le - lu - jah
Give Him Glory
He died and rose again
Look up and see His power today
So your pockets pull out void
Your vats are running low
How will the food go on the table?
(Sing Hallelujah from above again)
I see the heads hung down
Staring at the ground
Wondering what to do with this plight
Lift up your head, my friend
The sky spans with the sun
The clouds are there, the storm will pass.
He will be victorious!
So today take some time
Call out your needs to Him
Allow your heart to trust and hold His hand
Hal - le - lu - jah
To - the - Lamb
He died and rose again
All else is yet to bear such significance
(Stretch out your arms and sing the Hallelujah chorus again and again)
What stirs in your heart today?
Monday, November 5, 2012
The City-Not-Forsaken
One morning I was reading Isaiah 62. I was struck to the core of how those words spoken over Jerusalem could be said over us as individuals. It could be spoken over our country. Let us pray this over our nation today. Regarding our hearts, regarding America:
Regarding Zion, I can’t keep my mouth shut,
regarding Jerusalem, I can’t hold my tongue,
Until her righteousness blazes down like the sun
and her salvation flames up like a torch.
Foreign countries will see your righteousness,
and world leaders your glory.
You’ll get a brand-new name
straight from the mouth of God.
You’ll be a stunning crown in the palm of God’s hand,
a jeweled gold cup held high in the hand of your God.
No more will anyone call you Rejected,
and your country will no more be called Ruined.
You’ll be called Hephzibah (My Delight),
and your land Beulah (Married),
Because God delights in you
and your land will be like a wedding celebration.
For as a young man marries his virgin bride,
so your builder marries you,
And as a bridegroom is happy in his bride,
so your God is happy with you.
I’ve posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem.
Day and night they keep at it, praying, calling out,
reminding God to remember.
They are to give him no peace until he does what he said,
until he makes Jerusalem famous as the City of Praise.
God has taken a solemn oath,
an oath he means to keep:
“Never again will I open your grain-filled barns
to your enemies to loot and eat.
Never again will foreigners drink the wine
that you worked so hard to produce...
The farmers who grow the food will eat the food
and praise God for it.
And those who make the wine will drink the wine
in my holy courtyards.”
Walk out of the gates. Get going!
Get the road ready for the people.
Build the highway. Get at it!
Clear the debris,
hoist high a flag, a signal to all peoples!
Yes! God has broadcast to all the world:
“Tell daughter Zion, ‘Look! Your Savior comes,
Ready to do what he said he’d do,
prepared to complete what he promised.’”
Zion will be called new names: Holy People, God-Redeemed,
Sought-Out, City-Not-Forsaken. (Isaiah 62 MSG)
As individuals and as a Nation, what are we going to set our minds on today? What is our next move? We have a choice! It is time to re-build the CITY and LET GOD BLESS it.
My prayer is that our nation will turn back their hearts to their Father. We have long since been growing cold and indifferent to His voice. May our ears be on fire to hear what He has to say today!
What is your prayer over our nation today?
Regarding Zion, I can’t keep my mouth shut,
regarding Jerusalem, I can’t hold my tongue,
Until her righteousness blazes down like the sun
and her salvation flames up like a torch.
Foreign countries will see your righteousness,
and world leaders your glory.
You’ll get a brand-new name
straight from the mouth of God.
You’ll be a stunning crown in the palm of God’s hand,
a jeweled gold cup held high in the hand of your God.
No more will anyone call you Rejected,
and your country will no more be called Ruined.
You’ll be called Hephzibah (My Delight),
and your land Beulah (Married),
Because God delights in you
and your land will be like a wedding celebration.
For as a young man marries his virgin bride,
so your builder marries you,
And as a bridegroom is happy in his bride,
so your God is happy with you.
I’ve posted watchmen on your walls, Jerusalem.
Day and night they keep at it, praying, calling out,
reminding God to remember.
They are to give him no peace until he does what he said,
until he makes Jerusalem famous as the City of Praise.
God has taken a solemn oath,
an oath he means to keep:
“Never again will I open your grain-filled barns
to your enemies to loot and eat.
Never again will foreigners drink the wine
that you worked so hard to produce...
The farmers who grow the food will eat the food
and praise God for it.
And those who make the wine will drink the wine
in my holy courtyards.”
Walk out of the gates. Get going!
Get the road ready for the people.
Build the highway. Get at it!
Clear the debris,
hoist high a flag, a signal to all peoples!
Yes! God has broadcast to all the world:
“Tell daughter Zion, ‘Look! Your Savior comes,
Ready to do what he said he’d do,
prepared to complete what he promised.’”
Zion will be called new names: Holy People, God-Redeemed,
Sought-Out, City-Not-Forsaken. (Isaiah 62 MSG)
As individuals and as a Nation, what are we going to set our minds on today? What is our next move? We have a choice! It is time to re-build the CITY and LET GOD BLESS it.
My prayer is that our nation will turn back their hearts to their Father. We have long since been growing cold and indifferent to His voice. May our ears be on fire to hear what He has to say today!
What is your prayer over our nation today?
Monday, October 29, 2012
The ROCK, a Firm Foundation
Have you had technical difficulties? Lengthy tech problems? Well, lately my blog has been just that. It has been one BIG tech problem. My blogs have been stacking up...waiting for the canvas to write them. Tonight, the server allowed me to blog. My thought was, "It's a miracle."
I had just finished rambling on to my husband, and he had told me to blog what I was saying. He rarely says that. I had been going on about how it was so surreal about the hurricanes hitting all of the places that represent finance and politics, with a hurricane by the name of Sandy. SANDY! Who has ever heard of a hurricane named Sandy...and so huge and coming ashore at those locations, at that. Landing just shy of Atlantic City of all places.
"Are not two [a]little sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s leave (consent) and notice." (Matt. 10:29 AMP)
Don't get me wrong. I am praying for all those within its path. I have been for a LONG time. I pray that each one be preserved from the horrific winds. I also pray that their senses be awakened to desire SOLID foundation.
You see, MANY of us find ourselves TRUSTING on the sandy shores. They are fun, warm, and even the shift gives a thrill. However, the Word tells us not to build our house (us..our soul, our heart, our desires) on the sand, but rather we are to BUILD (ourselves) on the ROCK. Jesus is the rock. HE is the chief cornerstone.
It is the moments of "power outages" that we are forced to get back to the basics. I thought about ALL those millions without power tonight. It has a way of getting your attention. All the sounds of the modern world slow and maybe we will notice nature around us. How can we not with 80 mph winds gusting about? So just maybe. MAYBE...this is an opportunity to have the lights turned out on us. The thought is there. Where are we standing? Do we really want to keep building our lives on the sand? Rain or shine, light or dark, the ROCK is a solid place to set our feet.
In the words of the hymn, "On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand..."
What thoughts come to mind, in the midst of this storm?
I had just finished rambling on to my husband, and he had told me to blog what I was saying. He rarely says that. I had been going on about how it was so surreal about the hurricanes hitting all of the places that represent finance and politics, with a hurricane by the name of Sandy. SANDY! Who has ever heard of a hurricane named Sandy...and so huge and coming ashore at those locations, at that. Landing just shy of Atlantic City of all places.
"Are not two [a]little sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father’s leave (consent) and notice." (Matt. 10:29 AMP)
Don't get me wrong. I am praying for all those within its path. I have been for a LONG time. I pray that each one be preserved from the horrific winds. I also pray that their senses be awakened to desire SOLID foundation.
You see, MANY of us find ourselves TRUSTING on the sandy shores. They are fun, warm, and even the shift gives a thrill. However, the Word tells us not to build our house (us..our soul, our heart, our desires) on the sand, but rather we are to BUILD (ourselves) on the ROCK. Jesus is the rock. HE is the chief cornerstone.
It is the moments of "power outages" that we are forced to get back to the basics. I thought about ALL those millions without power tonight. It has a way of getting your attention. All the sounds of the modern world slow and maybe we will notice nature around us. How can we not with 80 mph winds gusting about? So just maybe. MAYBE...this is an opportunity to have the lights turned out on us. The thought is there. Where are we standing? Do we really want to keep building our lives on the sand? Rain or shine, light or dark, the ROCK is a solid place to set our feet.
In the words of the hymn, "On Christ the Solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand..."
What thoughts come to mind, in the midst of this storm?
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Broken Mirror
I was thinking about why many people see a broken mirror seen as 'bad luck'?
We are afraid og letting go of the familiar, even the deception regarding self.
Are we HOLDING onto the image of self = stamina, sense of well being?
Is it true that the image we have seen for so long, surrendered and broken is a bad thing?
THINK ABOUT IT: When we look into the reflection in the mirror and gaze into the eyes of the Father, we see ourselves through the window of love from the ONE who made 'you'.
"The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17)
We are afraid og letting go of the familiar, even the deception regarding self.
Are we HOLDING onto the image of self = stamina, sense of well being?
Is it true that the image we have seen for so long, surrendered and broken is a bad thing?
THINK ABOUT IT: When we look into the reflection in the mirror and gaze into the eyes of the Father, we see ourselves through the window of love from the ONE who made 'you'.
"The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17)
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Hiking in Hewn Rock
Recently, I was hiking at Jenny Lake in Wyoming. Although I had done the hike previously, I did not remember how beautiful the scenery was. My heart knew that Jenny Lake was a place of treasured memories with my family. I remembered the moments rather than the cascading waterfall, giant boulders along the trail, and towering lodge pole pines.
On my recent visit, my husband and I were hiking up to the waterfall. The scenery was breath-taking. However, the trail was treacherous. Basically, all hikers were expected to find sure footing within the jagged pieces of boulders. It was a trail cut into the mountain, with sharp points of sandy rock sticking out. Each step seemed to be a slippery slope. With this being nerve racking, I felt the need to look at my feet most of the time to ensure that my foot was placed in a safe location. I wasw afraid to fall. While spending much time looking at my feet, a lot of the scenery was missed.
I began to think how we often do this in our walk with God. We find ourselves planning out our path like a chess match, with many moves in advance known and understood. Often God simply sets us on a designated path and tells us to enjoy the scenery. As we put one foot in front of the other, our heart soars with the path hewn out for us by our "Daddy" - He knows what we will enjoy. He made us for the path He called us for. We are equipped to walk the path at hand.
Today, I want to say to the Lord:
Forgive me for fearing, for meticulously looking before I leap.
I hear your voice, and will walk the path you have designed a match for me.
I will walk in boldness, leaping toward the mark you have set for me.
I am excited to see the scenery along the way, all the while building my muscles of faith.
Thank you, Lord, for the season at hand.
What will you determine in your heart today? What will you declare to the Lord? Make your mark. Say it today!
On my recent visit, my husband and I were hiking up to the waterfall. The scenery was breath-taking. However, the trail was treacherous. Basically, all hikers were expected to find sure footing within the jagged pieces of boulders. It was a trail cut into the mountain, with sharp points of sandy rock sticking out. Each step seemed to be a slippery slope. With this being nerve racking, I felt the need to look at my feet most of the time to ensure that my foot was placed in a safe location. I wasw afraid to fall. While spending much time looking at my feet, a lot of the scenery was missed.
I began to think how we often do this in our walk with God. We find ourselves planning out our path like a chess match, with many moves in advance known and understood. Often God simply sets us on a designated path and tells us to enjoy the scenery. As we put one foot in front of the other, our heart soars with the path hewn out for us by our "Daddy" - He knows what we will enjoy. He made us for the path He called us for. We are equipped to walk the path at hand.
Today, I want to say to the Lord:
Forgive me for fearing, for meticulously looking before I leap.
I hear your voice, and will walk the path you have designed a match for me.
I will walk in boldness, leaping toward the mark you have set for me.
I am excited to see the scenery along the way, all the while building my muscles of faith.
Thank you, Lord, for the season at hand.
What will you determine in your heart today? What will you declare to the Lord? Make your mark. Say it today!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Lay Aside Every Weight
Life sometimes catches you in a current, much like rafting waters. That is how it has been lately. A fun ride without the time to complete some needed chores or tasks.
Although I have many nice blogs prepared from my trip to Wyoming, I ran across a journal of mine that I needed to share. I was reminded that this life is not about perfection.
Paul had a lot that he could have looked back on and felt horrible about. However, he chose to RUN THE RACE. He ran the race, told us he was running the race, and encouraged us to pick ourselves up and move FORWARD.
Phillipians 3:12
1 - Paul says I am not perfect
2 - He tells us he is growing or 'pressing' on
3 - He is reaching for the Son
He goes on to tell us where he finds the wind in his wings. See Phillipians 4:13 (AMP)
"I have strength for all things in Christ Who empowers me [I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him Who infuses inner strength into me; I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency]."
What will YOU reach for today? Christ is your strength.
Although I have many nice blogs prepared from my trip to Wyoming, I ran across a journal of mine that I needed to share. I was reminded that this life is not about perfection.
Paul had a lot that he could have looked back on and felt horrible about. However, he chose to RUN THE RACE. He ran the race, told us he was running the race, and encouraged us to pick ourselves up and move FORWARD.
Phillipians 3:12
1 - Paul says I am not perfect
2 - He tells us he is growing or 'pressing' on
3 - He is reaching for the Son
He goes on to tell us where he finds the wind in his wings. See Phillipians 4:13 (AMP)
"I have strength for all things in Christ Who empowers me [I am ready for anything and equal to anything through Him Who infuses inner strength into me; I am self-sufficient in Christ’s sufficiency]."
What will YOU reach for today? Christ is your strength.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Treasure Hunting
Many people spend years ‘treasure hunting’ and find nothing. With the suggestion and help of a very kind friend, my office was gutted about a week ago. Afterwards, I realized that treasures were revealed when the clutter was gone through and discarded. At the wise insistence of my friend, we arranged furniture and supplies to ‘make room’ for the things I love to do. Now I find myself taking the time to do some of the things that were too buried to enjoy.
Although it is sad to say, I found un-filed paperwork from dating back to 2004. Interruptions in life had caused me to pile up the papers that I was behind on rather than dealing with them in the moment. I tucked them away until I could deal with them. Well, the day of reckoning arrived. It felt so good to discard these un-needed items. In the midst of the process, I found true treasures that had long-since been missing.
What if we did that with our heart? Most of us have areas that we have tucked away until we decide to ‘deal’ with them. Well, it is time to discard those areas that weigh us down. With those areas removed, the treasures of our very being are revealed. The valuable items have been waiting for us under the pile of stuff.
“…they will feast on the abundance of the seas,
on the treasures hidden in the sand.” (Deuteronomy 33:19)
Surrender and worship brings favor and revelation of the good things. I found creativity, peace, love and flexibility. I will dig deeper today. Will you dig in the sand of your heart today? What will you find? Reply and encourage others with your answer.
Although it is sad to say, I found un-filed paperwork from dating back to 2004. Interruptions in life had caused me to pile up the papers that I was behind on rather than dealing with them in the moment. I tucked them away until I could deal with them. Well, the day of reckoning arrived. It felt so good to discard these un-needed items. In the midst of the process, I found true treasures that had long-since been missing.
What if we did that with our heart? Most of us have areas that we have tucked away until we decide to ‘deal’ with them. Well, it is time to discard those areas that weigh us down. With those areas removed, the treasures of our very being are revealed. The valuable items have been waiting for us under the pile of stuff.
“…they will feast on the abundance of the seas,
on the treasures hidden in the sand.” (Deuteronomy 33:19)
Surrender and worship brings favor and revelation of the good things. I found creativity, peace, love and flexibility. I will dig deeper today. Will you dig in the sand of your heart today? What will you find? Reply and encourage others with your answer.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Shaking Loose
This blog is in many ways a continuation of Monday's blog, but it digs deeper.
What if we saw a caricature of ourselves minus the things we wanted to see changed. Our body young and strong, without disease; our mind clear and steady; our heart bleeding for others rather than set on our own selfish ambitions. Eyes to see the truth, ears to hear His voice, and hands serving. What if? What if our emotions were not tossed with the wind, but rather were locked into the Truth of the Word that we had invested time and focus to soak into our very being? What if?
I challenge you to look in a visual mirror today. What do you WANT to see? When all else is shaken loose from you, what is the "you" that is left behind? Better yet, what "you" did God create? Why did He create you? Answer these things with the truth of the Word today. Then SEE IT. See you, with every tether cut loose and a "self" in an Olympic state of living and purpose. Take that vision of self and hold on to it. Never let go. Go for the GOLD!
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. Think of all the hostility he endured from sinful people;then you won’t become weary and give up. After all, you have not yet given your lives in your struggle against sin." (Hebrews 12:1-4 NLV)
What are you shaking loose today? Say it, see it, live free.
What if we saw a caricature of ourselves minus the things we wanted to see changed. Our body young and strong, without disease; our mind clear and steady; our heart bleeding for others rather than set on our own selfish ambitions. Eyes to see the truth, ears to hear His voice, and hands serving. What if? What if our emotions were not tossed with the wind, but rather were locked into the Truth of the Word that we had invested time and focus to soak into our very being? What if?
I challenge you to look in a visual mirror today. What do you WANT to see? When all else is shaken loose from you, what is the "you" that is left behind? Better yet, what "you" did God create? Why did He create you? Answer these things with the truth of the Word today. Then SEE IT. See you, with every tether cut loose and a "self" in an Olympic state of living and purpose. Take that vision of self and hold on to it. Never let go. Go for the GOLD!
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. Think of all the hostility he endured from sinful people;then you won’t become weary and give up. After all, you have not yet given your lives in your struggle against sin." (Hebrews 12:1-4 NLV)
What are you shaking loose today? Say it, see it, live free.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Flash Forward
Yesterday in church, a sweet lady in her golden years hugged my neck and said, "See yourself at my age - just imagine what level you will be." I was taken back. I had never thought to stand in my "senior shoes" and look in the mirror. She was paying me a complement. I had just prayed for someone, and she was telling me to see the vision of who I might become and the freedom and wisdom I would truly walk in...just if I continued on the path of fervor after the Lord's heart. Wow! What a challenge to be told to look at life in a 'flash-forward' stance.
Our campus pastor at my university would often tell us to look at decisions we might make with the perspective of 'hindsight in foresight position' - I have never forgotten those words and have applied them so very often. I was saying this quote of Pastor Shuler to someone recently, and they said, "What exactly does that mean anyway? I hear you say it often." I explained the above, and they too began to apply that stance to their circumstances. But...to have the 'flash forward' stance of decades away - I do not know if I have ever done that.
I have said to my husband before, that I willl be sitting in my rocker on the front porch playing electric guitar. Saying, if it even takes me till I am 80, I will do that! I said that so much that he and the kids bought me a beautiful, red, wood-grained Ibanez electric and wonderful, Peavey amplifier for Mother's Day a few years ago. I had played acoustic from the time I was twelve, but I had put it down in college and played very little afterwards. My dream to be able to play the electric had been there since I was eleven, and my father (who despised the sound of electric guitars) had said he would buy me one if I learned acoustic first. I so enjoyed the acoustic that I had put the electric back as an unneeded dream. However, the desire never left my heart. On that Mother's Day mentioned above, my family was telling me, "Why wait any longer?" So...I am learning. In order for me to 'really rock-it' on the front porch, it will take persistence and practice.
There are other areas that linger in my heart...desires that I have only tread water. Will I regret if I do not learn to swim in these? Better yet, Miss Shirley was telling me see the GOOD GIFTS God has given me and see them all grown up and matured. I think I will look in the mirror today and see beyond the skin and look years ahead. What will I see? Something tells me that I will see a confident woman, with her confidence in Christ - using all that she has for the glory of God, enjoying every moment to its fullest. She will be listening ever intently to the Voice of God while she parents, plays guitar, writes, gardens, dances, and sings. She will use her voice to encourage others in His truths. Today, I will put one foot in front of the other in that direction.
"O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." (Psalm 34:8 KJV)
Are you willing to look in the mirror in a 'flash-forward' stance today? What will you see?
Our campus pastor at my university would often tell us to look at decisions we might make with the perspective of 'hindsight in foresight position' - I have never forgotten those words and have applied them so very often. I was saying this quote of Pastor Shuler to someone recently, and they said, "What exactly does that mean anyway? I hear you say it often." I explained the above, and they too began to apply that stance to their circumstances. But...to have the 'flash forward' stance of decades away - I do not know if I have ever done that.
I have said to my husband before, that I willl be sitting in my rocker on the front porch playing electric guitar. Saying, if it even takes me till I am 80, I will do that! I said that so much that he and the kids bought me a beautiful, red, wood-grained Ibanez electric and wonderful, Peavey amplifier for Mother's Day a few years ago. I had played acoustic from the time I was twelve, but I had put it down in college and played very little afterwards. My dream to be able to play the electric had been there since I was eleven, and my father (who despised the sound of electric guitars) had said he would buy me one if I learned acoustic first. I so enjoyed the acoustic that I had put the electric back as an unneeded dream. However, the desire never left my heart. On that Mother's Day mentioned above, my family was telling me, "Why wait any longer?" So...I am learning. In order for me to 'really rock-it' on the front porch, it will take persistence and practice.
There are other areas that linger in my heart...desires that I have only tread water. Will I regret if I do not learn to swim in these? Better yet, Miss Shirley was telling me see the GOOD GIFTS God has given me and see them all grown up and matured. I think I will look in the mirror today and see beyond the skin and look years ahead. What will I see? Something tells me that I will see a confident woman, with her confidence in Christ - using all that she has for the glory of God, enjoying every moment to its fullest. She will be listening ever intently to the Voice of God while she parents, plays guitar, writes, gardens, dances, and sings. She will use her voice to encourage others in His truths. Today, I will put one foot in front of the other in that direction.
"O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him." (Psalm 34:8 KJV)
Are you willing to look in the mirror in a 'flash-forward' stance today? What will you see?
Friday, July 20, 2012
Go Tell It On the Mountain...
While riding in the car, the old song, "Go Tell It on the Mountain" began to ring through the vehicle. I began to think of three major steps to both the natural and spiritual parallel to this song.
1. Look UP: "...And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh." (Luke 21:25-28 KJV)
2. Hike UP: "The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten thy law. At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee because of thy righteous judgments." (Psalm 119:61-62)
3. STAND and SHOUT: Saying, "Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee." (Isaiah 60:1-2)
Hiking a mountain involves setting your sights, climbing while refreshing yourself with water and rest along the way. Looking around you, you behold the hidden beauty, not seen from the ground. Reaching the top takes time, patience and strength of spirit beyond what the body wants to do in and of itself. The top provides a platform to shout the truth to all below and those still rising on the mountain.
I will say, 'He is, He loves, He forever will be the King. He seeks you daily and longs to hold you in the palm of His hand.' What cry to you carry up your hike today? Put it here on the screen for all to see.
1. Look UP: "...And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; Men's hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken. And then shall they see the Son of man coming in a cloud with power and great glory. And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh." (Luke 21:25-28 KJV)
2. Hike UP: "The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten thy law. At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee because of thy righteous judgments." (Psalm 119:61-62)
3. STAND and SHOUT: Saying, "Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee." (Isaiah 60:1-2)
Hiking a mountain involves setting your sights, climbing while refreshing yourself with water and rest along the way. Looking around you, you behold the hidden beauty, not seen from the ground. Reaching the top takes time, patience and strength of spirit beyond what the body wants to do in and of itself. The top provides a platform to shout the truth to all below and those still rising on the mountain.
I will say, 'He is, He loves, He forever will be the King. He seeks you daily and longs to hold you in the palm of His hand.' What cry to you carry up your hike today? Put it here on the screen for all to see.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Propulsion
We were traveling back from our 1,200 mile journey via car. The sun began to set, and the sky became a gorgeous canvas of bright pinks, yellows, and blues. All of us were speechless at the beauty before us. In the midst of the colors, a jet cut across the sky, leaving its smoke trail behind him. I was stirred to think of the parallel of the process of successful jet flight, and us reaching toward our God-destined purpose.
1. Tools are needed to create a working jet/ God gives us tools to knit together what He intends us to walk in.
2. Mechanism: The mechanical aspects of the jet must be in working order/ We must be a willing vessel and ready to move into position.
3. Fuel for the tank is vital for a successful flight/ Feeding on the Word is vital for strength and stamina.
4. The runway provides a clear and safe place to begin the journey/ Positioning ourselves for movement is crucial.
5. Pull back on the controls moves the jet upwards/ Pulling back on our own strength creates a lift into the realm of what He can do.
6. Lift off happens when the controls are held back and the throttle is causing the engine to roar. Pushing the controls forward will push the jet down/ Pushing with our own strength and mind sets will position us to land back on the runway - away from altitude. We must have a passionate heart towards His will and allow His timing to guide us.
7. Landing gear is put in the upward and closed in position after take-off. It is not needed until it is time to land the jet, and it will slow down the jet if it left in an outward position/ We have no need to touch down in 'self doubt' once we are up in the air. It is time to put the landing gear away.
8. Full force is necessary to cover the most ground/ Not walking, not running, certainly not standing - it is time to fly with wings like eagles - to rise up and soar with His will and purposes for us and those that we are to minister His love to.
9. Enough for the Journey: The jet is given enough gas to coordinate with a mapped course/ God shows us where to drink and dig for the fuel that will get us along our designed course for the purpose at hand.
10. A Message from the tower will signal clear landing when the journey is complete. The color of the lights on the runway tell the pilot of the correct altitude in descent/ God speaks when it is time to stop and rest and fuel up and position for the next journey. He lights our path along the way.
A jet uses propulsion to catapult across the sky, just as the Lord calls us to move in Him and have our being. Share a parallel that inspires you to reach toward your God-given purposes.
1. Tools are needed to create a working jet/ God gives us tools to knit together what He intends us to walk in.
2. Mechanism: The mechanical aspects of the jet must be in working order/ We must be a willing vessel and ready to move into position.
3. Fuel for the tank is vital for a successful flight/ Feeding on the Word is vital for strength and stamina.
4. The runway provides a clear and safe place to begin the journey/ Positioning ourselves for movement is crucial.
5. Pull back on the controls moves the jet upwards/ Pulling back on our own strength creates a lift into the realm of what He can do.
6. Lift off happens when the controls are held back and the throttle is causing the engine to roar. Pushing the controls forward will push the jet down/ Pushing with our own strength and mind sets will position us to land back on the runway - away from altitude. We must have a passionate heart towards His will and allow His timing to guide us.
7. Landing gear is put in the upward and closed in position after take-off. It is not needed until it is time to land the jet, and it will slow down the jet if it left in an outward position/ We have no need to touch down in 'self doubt' once we are up in the air. It is time to put the landing gear away.
8. Full force is necessary to cover the most ground/ Not walking, not running, certainly not standing - it is time to fly with wings like eagles - to rise up and soar with His will and purposes for us and those that we are to minister His love to.
9. Enough for the Journey: The jet is given enough gas to coordinate with a mapped course/ God shows us where to drink and dig for the fuel that will get us along our designed course for the purpose at hand.
10. A Message from the tower will signal clear landing when the journey is complete. The color of the lights on the runway tell the pilot of the correct altitude in descent/ God speaks when it is time to stop and rest and fuel up and position for the next journey. He lights our path along the way.
A jet uses propulsion to catapult across the sky, just as the Lord calls us to move in Him and have our being. Share a parallel that inspires you to reach toward your God-given purposes.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
In The Recesses of the Bottom of the Box
It is time to DIG DEEP.
" I will show you what it’s like when someone comes to me, listens to my teaching, and then follows it. It is like a person building a house who digs deep and lays the foundation on solid rock. When the floodwaters rise and break against that house, it stands firm because it is well " (Luke 6:47-48 NLT)
Websters defines "dig" as "to turn up or remove..." and "deep" as "extending far downward, inward, or backward". What if we really dug deep and removed the shifting places, replacing the truth of Christ there for us to stand on.
Cleaning out closets can be a daunting task. Funny how the same theme rolls over and over in our lives until we get it. I actually had started both this blog and the task of closet cleaning several months ago. I set both aside without completion.
While visiting with my mother this past weekend, I picked up a home magazine. The feature article was about closet cleaning, when you know you are ready to do it, getting started, how to do it, perseverance to complete it, the need to resist filling it up once it is cleared out, and so on. The author had several good points; so much so, that I read several excerpts to my husband and mother.
Upon returning home, both David and I had renewed determination to "clean out closets" and get our home in order (organization of our stuff is not our strong suit). We began talking about it and tossing a few items. I took a 'break' to blog and was amazed to run across this draft. It was the re-occurring theme that it is time to get rid of the 'junk'.
I looked up the meaning of "recess" and found it ironic that it defines it both as "a hollow place" and "a temporary halting of work". If we do not dig deep and remove the recesses of our lives, we create a recess to the work that is being done within us. The building of our house is put on stalemate. I want the building work within me and around me to continue with vigor.
Although we want to hold on to stuff and even emotions we are familiar with, it is time to ask ourselves if we really benefit from these. When I dig in my heels to make a point to my husband, am I really benefiting from the conflict in the moment. Did he really hear me when he sensed my aggravated state? Probably not. We can state our case and make peace at the same time. Sadly, I was not so successful at this task on our recent vacation. Lesson learned. I will cling to peace in the days ahead.
Today is a day to ponder what is really important in life: family and sustenance and the love of Christ. Tomorrow I will clean out closets, and I really mean that. What would life be like with a more ordered and less cluttered environment of both our homes, our work, our hearts? Share your secrets with the rest of us.
" I will show you what it’s like when someone comes to me, listens to my teaching, and then follows it. It is like a person building a house who digs deep and lays the foundation on solid rock. When the floodwaters rise and break against that house, it stands firm because it is well " (Luke 6:47-48 NLT)
Websters defines "dig" as "to turn up or remove..." and "deep" as "extending far downward, inward, or backward". What if we really dug deep and removed the shifting places, replacing the truth of Christ there for us to stand on.
Cleaning out closets can be a daunting task. Funny how the same theme rolls over and over in our lives until we get it. I actually had started both this blog and the task of closet cleaning several months ago. I set both aside without completion.
While visiting with my mother this past weekend, I picked up a home magazine. The feature article was about closet cleaning, when you know you are ready to do it, getting started, how to do it, perseverance to complete it, the need to resist filling it up once it is cleared out, and so on. The author had several good points; so much so, that I read several excerpts to my husband and mother.
Upon returning home, both David and I had renewed determination to "clean out closets" and get our home in order (organization of our stuff is not our strong suit). We began talking about it and tossing a few items. I took a 'break' to blog and was amazed to run across this draft. It was the re-occurring theme that it is time to get rid of the 'junk'.
I looked up the meaning of "recess" and found it ironic that it defines it both as "a hollow place" and "a temporary halting of work". If we do not dig deep and remove the recesses of our lives, we create a recess to the work that is being done within us. The building of our house is put on stalemate. I want the building work within me and around me to continue with vigor.
Although we want to hold on to stuff and even emotions we are familiar with, it is time to ask ourselves if we really benefit from these. When I dig in my heels to make a point to my husband, am I really benefiting from the conflict in the moment. Did he really hear me when he sensed my aggravated state? Probably not. We can state our case and make peace at the same time. Sadly, I was not so successful at this task on our recent vacation. Lesson learned. I will cling to peace in the days ahead.
Today is a day to ponder what is really important in life: family and sustenance and the love of Christ. Tomorrow I will clean out closets, and I really mean that. What would life be like with a more ordered and less cluttered environment of both our homes, our work, our hearts? Share your secrets with the rest of us.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
LEARNING through Struggle
Lessons Learned on Vacation: Part 1
Funny how we learn so very much about ourselves in the midst of challenge and fatigue. We learn a lesson - even when we are not in the mood to learn it. It is much like the analogy of walking through mud.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths." (Proverbs 3:5-6 NKJV)
Lesson number 1: Just ROLL with it.
I found it v-e-r-y annoying to just 'roll' down the road without kn-ow-ing what was ahead. Needless to say, my nerves were frazzled at the end of the day.
Lesson number 2: Learn to TRUST
I was stressed that I could not see what was lying ahead. I had to trust that decent lodging and food were easy to find and within the budget. We had not made reservations...due to the last minute change of destination.
Being puzzled at the heigth of my aggravation, I began to soul search. My feathers were ruffled, and I wanted to know why. I knew if I looked for an answer, I could let go of a heavy burden that I was carrying. I could apply the answers found both in my day to day life and in the areas I long to move forward. I sought freedom. I found TRUST.
It is much like the analogy of walking through mud. Maybe you were just trying to take a walk. Your feet begin to feel heavy. Looking down, you find that you have walked through mud. The mud is sticky and has made a mess on your shoes. You have taken your face from your feet and found a mess. Our feet are to be shod with peace. When we look at the path He set before us, we are better able to stay out of the mud. If the mud ends up on our feet, we look for a place to wash. Muddy places provide an opportunity to throw a fit or find our peace.
What will you do today with today's struggles? Share with others. We all walk through the mud and find a place to wash our feet.
Funny how we learn so very much about ourselves in the midst of challenge and fatigue. We learn a lesson - even when we are not in the mood to learn it. It is much like the analogy of walking through mud.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths." (Proverbs 3:5-6 NKJV)
Lesson number 1: Just ROLL with it.
I found it v-e-r-y annoying to just 'roll' down the road without kn-ow-ing what was ahead. Needless to say, my nerves were frazzled at the end of the day.
Lesson number 2: Learn to TRUST
I was stressed that I could not see what was lying ahead. I had to trust that decent lodging and food were easy to find and within the budget. We had not made reservations...due to the last minute change of destination.
Being puzzled at the heigth of my aggravation, I began to soul search. My feathers were ruffled, and I wanted to know why. I knew if I looked for an answer, I could let go of a heavy burden that I was carrying. I could apply the answers found both in my day to day life and in the areas I long to move forward. I sought freedom. I found TRUST.
It is much like the analogy of walking through mud. Maybe you were just trying to take a walk. Your feet begin to feel heavy. Looking down, you find that you have walked through mud. The mud is sticky and has made a mess on your shoes. You have taken your face from your feet and found a mess. Our feet are to be shod with peace. When we look at the path He set before us, we are better able to stay out of the mud. If the mud ends up on our feet, we look for a place to wash. Muddy places provide an opportunity to throw a fit or find our peace.
What will you do today with today's struggles? Share with others. We all walk through the mud and find a place to wash our feet.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Freedom Morning
Freedom Morning
Waking Before the Sun
Anticipating Its Rise
Putting My Hand to the Plow
Smiling at the Morning
Moving Forward
Light Hits My Eyes
Streams of Sunlight
Filters Toward My Face
Warmth Pleasantries
Ahh...I Shall Stay Here Forevermore
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Getting Your FEET Back Under You
Wow! Although I have written many in my head, it has been a while since I last blogged. These last few weeks, I have been learning to get my feet back under me. It has been a wonderful time of soul searching and character building, but I was not so sure at the time. On this side, it is refreshing to hear, "You look really great. Your countenance has changed." After the work put forth, that is quite a nice echo in the ears.
My blog prior to this was very candid (to prevent redundancy, see last blog for details). Needless to say, I felt I was at end of myself. I began writing the following blog, while helping my daughter learn that she can somersault.
This particular daughter is very tactile and has been since she was very, very young. When we watched, Herby: Fully Loaded, she would somersault over and over again all over the room with excitement. She was more entertaining than the movie, even thought the movie is fun. I will always remember that day.
We put her in gymnastics to offer some suggested physical therapy to an injury. When the instructor asked her to somersault, she flopped on her belly. We decided to 'practice' prior to the next class to prevent humilation again. She said, "Mom, I just cannot." We went through a few steps to gain success. I have put scriptures next to each, to solidify the point within each of us.
1. Do it even though you think you cannot. "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." (Phil. 4:13 KJV)
2. Get in a ready position. "Since God has so generously let us in on what he is doing, we're not about to throw up our hands and walk off the job just because we run into occasional hard times." (2 Corinthians 4:1 MSG)
3. Put your feet under you. "Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness" (Eph. 6:14 KJV)
4. Use your feet to give you the energy you need. "And having shod your feet in preparation [to face the enemy with the [a]firm-footed stability, the promptness, and the readiness [b]produced by the good news] of the Gospel of peace." (Eph. 6:15 AMP)
5. Have fun. "Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit." (Psalm 51:12 AMP)
We had to slowly go through each step. Number 3 was the hardest, because she had decided that she was too afraid to REALLY go through with the process. Putting her feet under her, put her in a place to be successful. Today He is asking each one of us to put our feet under us. He is right there beside us, coaching us along the way.
Has there ever been a time that you had troube moving forward in a difficult situation. What did you do? Share with others so that they can be encouraged and find their courage.
My blog prior to this was very candid (to prevent redundancy, see last blog for details). Needless to say, I felt I was at end of myself. I began writing the following blog, while helping my daughter learn that she can somersault.
This particular daughter is very tactile and has been since she was very, very young. When we watched, Herby: Fully Loaded, she would somersault over and over again all over the room with excitement. She was more entertaining than the movie, even thought the movie is fun. I will always remember that day.
We put her in gymnastics to offer some suggested physical therapy to an injury. When the instructor asked her to somersault, she flopped on her belly. We decided to 'practice' prior to the next class to prevent humilation again. She said, "Mom, I just cannot." We went through a few steps to gain success. I have put scriptures next to each, to solidify the point within each of us.
1. Do it even though you think you cannot. "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." (Phil. 4:13 KJV)
2. Get in a ready position. "Since God has so generously let us in on what he is doing, we're not about to throw up our hands and walk off the job just because we run into occasional hard times." (2 Corinthians 4:1 MSG)
3. Put your feet under you. "Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness" (Eph. 6:14 KJV)
4. Use your feet to give you the energy you need. "And having shod your feet in preparation [to face the enemy with the [a]firm-footed stability, the promptness, and the readiness [b]produced by the good news] of the Gospel of peace." (Eph. 6:15 AMP)
5. Have fun. "Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit." (Psalm 51:12 AMP)
We had to slowly go through each step. Number 3 was the hardest, because she had decided that she was too afraid to REALLY go through with the process. Putting her feet under her, put her in a place to be successful. Today He is asking each one of us to put our feet under us. He is right there beside us, coaching us along the way.
Has there ever been a time that you had troube moving forward in a difficult situation. What did you do? Share with others so that they can be encouraged and find their courage.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
REALLY?
I am at a place where I do not REALLY have anyone that I can vent to. I used to. But now, my problems seem so insignificant in comparison to those around me. It would just sound like a pity party. Mostly, it boils down to my expectations of myself, others, and circumstances.
I have found that this 'season' of my life demands me to go to God or go crazy. I am left with the choice to drink of the Word or eat dirt. Which would you choose?
Sometimes I find myself chowing down on a big piece of sod. Suddenly...or sometimes not so suddenly, I stop and and ask myself what am I doing? I know better. Chewing on the trials in life does not bring sustenance! At the end of that meal, I find myself embittered, weak, and still starving for goodness.
I have found that this 'season' of my life demands me to go to God or go crazy. I am left with the choice to drink of the Word or eat dirt. Which would you choose?
Sometimes I find myself chowing down on a big piece of sod. Suddenly...or sometimes not so suddenly, I stop and and ask myself what am I doing? I know better. Chewing on the trials in life does not bring sustenance! At the end of that meal, I find myself embittered, weak, and still starving for goodness.
"Come to me, all you
who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest."
(Matthew 11:28 NIV)
However, His love is always there. He has the answer, and He comforts us until we are ready to listen to it. God is a gracious God, a loving God, a God who is ever waiting beside us. He longs to hold us in His arms, brush us off, and send us on the path of rest and goodness.
Today, I will put aside the craziness of the week. It feels good just to meditate on Matthew 11:28 and dwell on the truth of it. He didn't ask me to hunch over and munch in the dirt. He is waiting beside me, with a cool drink in His hand. Thank you, Lord.
Share some thoughts today about scriptures that take you to your knees in surrender. What burdens do you have to lay down? I know we will all be encouraged by your answers.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Immersed
Immersed: this is a word that keeps tumbling around in my heart and mind.
Webster's defines "immerse" to mean, "to plunge into or as if into a liquid; to baptize by dipping under water; to involve deeply, engross, as in thought."
What is we "immersed" ourselves into God's love? According to the definition, it is not a toe-tipping sample of an experience. It is rather a "baptism" of fluid: to deeply ponder and let it swell over you.
When I visited Hawaii almost two years ago, David and I went to a beach with gigantic waves. To get out into the water, one had to wade through the waves. Almost instantly, they were up under your arms and still so clear that you could see your feet. Before I knew it, a wave crashed into me and splashed over my head and into my nose. Hours later, salt water was stilling pouring from my sinuses. I do not mean to gross you out. I use this story to help paint the picture of immersion. The water was not simply on me. It made its way into the available openings of my face.
The other day, I allowed my head to immerse above my ears in water. I had to turn my head from side to side to allow the air pockets in my ears to bubble out and water to replace them. It was an uncomfortable sensation, because it was not my daily routine. Suddenly, I realized that I could hear things that I could not otherwise hear. The water in the pipes sounded much like the sound in an empty conch shell, a roaring of sorts.
I began to think about this in relation to God's love and being immersed in it. What if I allowed myself to let His love penetrate my ears and surround my body? I would hear things through His love, rather than have a barrier of the familiar to separate me from Him.
Immersion requires trust. When I was a little girl, I wore a yellow life jacket because I could not swim. I had taken it off and forgotten it was missing. Not until after I had jumped off the diving board, did I realize that my "life vest" was missing. Obviously, I survived this experience.
So many of us use a "life vest" around ourselves. We have our 'this and that' to protect us from immersion. We fear drowning in the something we have not conquered.
"...Drink, yes, drink abundantly of love, O precious one [for now I know you are mine, irrevocably mine!.." (Song of Solomon 5:1) What if we drank of His love - immersed ourselves in it, knowing we belong to Him?
Webster's defines "immerse" to mean, "to plunge into or as if into a liquid; to baptize by dipping under water; to involve deeply, engross, as in thought."
What is we "immersed" ourselves into God's love? According to the definition, it is not a toe-tipping sample of an experience. It is rather a "baptism" of fluid: to deeply ponder and let it swell over you.
When I visited Hawaii almost two years ago, David and I went to a beach with gigantic waves. To get out into the water, one had to wade through the waves. Almost instantly, they were up under your arms and still so clear that you could see your feet. Before I knew it, a wave crashed into me and splashed over my head and into my nose. Hours later, salt water was stilling pouring from my sinuses. I do not mean to gross you out. I use this story to help paint the picture of immersion. The water was not simply on me. It made its way into the available openings of my face.
The other day, I allowed my head to immerse above my ears in water. I had to turn my head from side to side to allow the air pockets in my ears to bubble out and water to replace them. It was an uncomfortable sensation, because it was not my daily routine. Suddenly, I realized that I could hear things that I could not otherwise hear. The water in the pipes sounded much like the sound in an empty conch shell, a roaring of sorts.
I began to think about this in relation to God's love and being immersed in it. What if I allowed myself to let His love penetrate my ears and surround my body? I would hear things through His love, rather than have a barrier of the familiar to separate me from Him.
Immersion requires trust. When I was a little girl, I wore a yellow life jacket because I could not swim. I had taken it off and forgotten it was missing. Not until after I had jumped off the diving board, did I realize that my "life vest" was missing. Obviously, I survived this experience.
So many of us use a "life vest" around ourselves. We have our 'this and that' to protect us from immersion. We fear drowning in the something we have not conquered.
"...Drink, yes, drink abundantly of love, O precious one [for now I know you are mine, irrevocably mine!.." (Song of Solomon 5:1) What if we drank of His love - immersed ourselves in it, knowing we belong to Him?
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Starting Anew
The Sun In My Face
Wind In My Hair
Putting Frustration Behind Me
The Night Is Young
Tomorrow Is New
I Still Have Time To Obey You
Minutes Are Not Lost
All Is Not Ashes
Rain Will Fall - Whether I Let It
I Turn and Face You
Listening To Your Voice and Guidance
Time To Brush Off and Move On
Wind In My Hair
Putting Frustration Behind Me
The Night Is Young
Tomorrow Is New
I Still Have Time To Obey You
Minutes Are Not Lost
All Is Not Ashes
Rain Will Fall - Whether I Let It
I Turn and Face You
Listening To Your Voice and Guidance
Time To Brush Off and Move On
Monday, May 21, 2012
Spinning
How does the rose vine climb higher? I noticed the detailed arms reaching out from it's vine today. I have one in my window. The arms that hold onto the wall and allow the vine to climb higher have been spinning their green and holding fast to push the rose upwards. They are delicate spirals, which contain such strength and determination.
Lord, let me spin and delight in You and Your plan today. Ever turning my face toward Your Light of Life and drinking in Your Word, I will rise higher and allow the dirt to stay at my feet. I love You, Lord. In You is goodness, grace, and infinite mercy.
Lord, let me spin and delight in You and Your plan today. Ever turning my face toward Your Light of Life and drinking in Your Word, I will rise higher and allow the dirt to stay at my feet. I love You, Lord. In You is goodness, grace, and infinite mercy.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tiger Swallowtail
Flash of Bright Yellow
Fluttering Like Leaf
Painted Lines of Black
Blue Patch With Shimmer
Gliding With Great Grace and Ease
Dipping On the Breeze of Spring
My Eyes Alight With Wonder
At the Treasure in My Path
From the Corner of My Eye
Little Red Circles Dancing
Reminds Me of Heaven's Savior
His Tremendous Love Fills My Heart
Thursday, May 17, 2012
A STRONG Heart
"My body and my heart may grow weak, but God is the strength of my heart and all I need forever." (Psalm 73:26 NLV)
Webster's Dictionary defines strength as " capacity for exertion or endurance; power to resist force: solidity, toughness; power of resisting attack: impregnability; legal, logical, or moral force; degree of potency of effect or of concentration..."
Wow! God is our strength. He makes my heart full of strength and is able to meet my needs. That is a mouth full of TRUTH. Say it today. Let your spirit hear you say it. Take it to heart and believe that He will carry you through.
May God bless you today-
Webster's Dictionary defines strength as " capacity for exertion or endurance; power to resist force: solidity, toughness; power of resisting attack: impregnability; legal, logical, or moral force; degree of potency of effect or of concentration..."
Wow! God is our strength. He makes my heart full of strength and is able to meet my needs. That is a mouth full of TRUTH. Say it today. Let your spirit hear you say it. Take it to heart and believe that He will carry you through.
May God bless you today-
Monday, May 14, 2012
Smoothed By The River
Consider a stone in the river....
"And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us." (Romans 5:5)
I have always been somewhat of a rock hound. One of my favorite trips was traveling out west with a group of students from ORU. We were lead by our God-fearing Earth Science teacher. What an experience! It was wonderful. We started out our mornings with breakfast and worship and spent our days digging in the dirt or hiking canyons.
Just a glance at a river rock today, made me start thinking of many Summer vacations to Colorado with my family. We would put our feet in the cold water and search for our favorite river rocks. They were a rainbow of color, and the closer to the middle of the river, the smoother the stone.
Even though rocks have different components, they all start as part of a larger mass. Over time, the shaking of the earth or the working of water wedging in and freezing cuts them apart from their original abode. In the same way, we were all born in sin nature. The shaking in our lives and the love of God wedges in and causes us to want to separate from our same old sinful patterns and lusts of the flesh.
"When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners...(Romans 5:6,8 NLT)
God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners."
What happens to the rock that is pulled away from what it has known as home? That rock can remain in a pile with the other rocks and be pulverized by the rocks falling on top of it...OR it can allow itself to be smoothed and carried by the rain. Some of the rocks end up in the river. At first, the rocks are jagged and show the scars of their separation.
As the rock rests in the tumbling waters of the stream, it is smoothed all around. The stone allows the water to pass over it with less and less effort - fewer jagged barriers and a smoother surface of the water. When the rock is picked up, it can be tossed across the surface of the river and skim the surface.
So can we...allow God's love to carry us to constant refreshing. The life of sin and shame become worn away by the torrent of His tremendous love and grace. He loves us that much. We can tie on the shoes of peace and walk on the water with Him!
"We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love." (Romans 5:3-5 NLT)
"And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us." (Romans 5:5)
I have always been somewhat of a rock hound. One of my favorite trips was traveling out west with a group of students from ORU. We were lead by our God-fearing Earth Science teacher. What an experience! It was wonderful. We started out our mornings with breakfast and worship and spent our days digging in the dirt or hiking canyons.
Just a glance at a river rock today, made me start thinking of many Summer vacations to Colorado with my family. We would put our feet in the cold water and search for our favorite river rocks. They were a rainbow of color, and the closer to the middle of the river, the smoother the stone.
Even though rocks have different components, they all start as part of a larger mass. Over time, the shaking of the earth or the working of water wedging in and freezing cuts them apart from their original abode. In the same way, we were all born in sin nature. The shaking in our lives and the love of God wedges in and causes us to want to separate from our same old sinful patterns and lusts of the flesh.
"When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners...(Romans 5:6,8 NLT)
God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners."
What happens to the rock that is pulled away from what it has known as home? That rock can remain in a pile with the other rocks and be pulverized by the rocks falling on top of it...OR it can allow itself to be smoothed and carried by the rain. Some of the rocks end up in the river. At first, the rocks are jagged and show the scars of their separation.
As the rock rests in the tumbling waters of the stream, it is smoothed all around. The stone allows the water to pass over it with less and less effort - fewer jagged barriers and a smoother surface of the water. When the rock is picked up, it can be tossed across the surface of the river and skim the surface.
So can we...allow God's love to carry us to constant refreshing. The life of sin and shame become worn away by the torrent of His tremendous love and grace. He loves us that much. We can tie on the shoes of peace and walk on the water with Him!
"We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love." (Romans 5:3-5 NLT)
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Facing the Enemy - Full On
"...God is strong, and he wants you strong. So take everything the Master has set out for you, well-made weapons of the best materials. And put them to use so you will be able to stand up to everything the Devil throws your way. This is no afternoon athletic contest that we'll walk away from and forget about in a couple of hours. This is for keeps, a life-or-death fight to the finish against the Devil and all his angels." (Ephesians 6:10-12 MSG)
I had purchased some Gerber Daises for a friend of mine. I have not made the delivery yet, so we have been caring for them in the mean time. They usually have their fuzzy middles facing up and their hot pink pedals stretching out like rays of sunshine. Today, we pulled into the driveway, and each of the blossoms were bowing low to the ground. They needed water. My children hurried to water them to bring them back to life.
It has been my life's desire to always be pleasant and sweet. I cannot say that I have accomplished such a task, but I often strive to do so. One of my sisters will kid me and tell me NOT to strive to be "Mary Sunshine" all the time. That comment has not gone over well.
I know that I have been learning what "righteous anger" is all about. How can you be sweet and be in the enemy's face at the same time? Politeness must go out the door in battle. As a friend was praying for me this last week, I saw myself like a flower planted, rising up to show the face of the bloom. The face of the bloom was my face and it was fierce. Seeing that visual caused me to 'clue in' to rise up with holy indignation.
If we are to be on the offensive, we cannot spend all our time in the foxhole or trench. We must know that we are surrounded by angels and that God has put the sword of the Word in our hand, heart, and mouth to cut off the attack of the enemy. Just like the flower, we must face forward - being watered by the Word of God - and run, jump, full on to what God has called us to.
In the words of Paul, "So let's keep focused on that goal, those of us who want everything God has for us. If any of you have something else in mind, something less than total commitment, God will clear your blurred vision—you'll see it yet! Now that we're on the right track, let's stay on it." (Philippians 3:15-16 MSG)
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Promises
"But let all those who take refuge and put their trust in You rejoice; let them ever sing and shout for joy, because You make a covering over them and defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You and be in high spirits." (Psalm 5:11 AMP)
God has made a covering over us. Picture a giant, golf-sized umbrella over your head. He covers us. It is not always easy to trust Him in every circumstance, but He IS there - over us. When we submit to Him, we give Him permission to hold His umbrella over our heads, wherever we go.
In the midst of a physical battle, I felt barraged by hell's rocks of fury. I was exhausted and found myself wondering about the presence of heaven in all of it. Most of us have been there. If you have not, maybe you will. I do not wish it on anyone, but we find ourselves stronger and better rooted on the other side of these struggles.
Well, with my heart wavering, the Lord showed me a picture of His covering and the lie that brought about hopelessness. I saw a huge, rainbow umbrella being held up over my head. I knew the umbrella was beautiful and had great strength, however, I feared that the storm of rocks and debris, falling from the sky, would punch through and hurt me. I looked up to check the umbrella, and I saw large holes, bigger than the size of my fist, several places in the umbrella. My shoulders went up to my ears as I braced myself for impact. I heard the Lord tell me to look again at the covering over me. Upon a more careful examination, I realized that a transparent covering was over the gaping areas that caused me to fear. My heart understood that the enemy had deceived me into thinking that the umbrella was insufficient to carry me through the storm. It was an illusion. The truth was that I was protected.
When I was growing up, my dad insisted that we have "golf-umbrellas" to use in the rain. At first, I was embarrassed to use them, for they were absolutely huge and were alternating blocks of white and black or green and white. I felt like a was holding a zebra over my head. They became the envy of my classmates, for anyone using one never got a drop on them and there was room for three to five students underneath. I soon realized that I had been given a treasure by my father.
We can feel peculiar. We are God's children. He long ago made promises to those that are His. Sin punched holes in the original contract, but Christ was there to spread His body to cover over.
As I was teaching an adult Sunday school class last week, I shared the umbrella picture with them. I said I hadn't quite figured out the symbolism of the colors, and a wise gentleman reminded us of the rainbow for Noah. It represented His promise.
God's umbrella over us is beautiful, but it is like a translucent, better than NASA version of material. We are talking about far beyond Sci-Fi. He is God! His love contains His wonderful promises, interwoven in the covenant He made with us. We have been given a gift beyond comparison. Remember the rainbow today.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Spinning on Ice
"In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation." (I Peter 5:10 NLT)
Lately when I worship, I see myself spinning on ice with my head held back in abandon. The Word has many scriptures on dancing before the Lord. When my heart reaches out to Him or I know He is there, I begin to see a dance of worship in my mind that corresponds to my heart yearning to spin before Him.
The ice I have seen this week is like a frozen pond out in a forest. The sun is shining. It is beautiful. My mouth is curved up in a smile, and my body is spinning wildly and with graceful movement.
I do not know how to ice skate. I have been a few times, and my efforts are less than fluid. Ballet doesn't exactly transfer to the ice without training. My home state is Texas (born and raised rural), and there is not much opportunity to ice skate in a sauna. Needless to say, the ice vision of worship intrigued me.
As I pondered on the symbolism of coolness and water, I realized that what my mind's eye saw was me worshipping while at rest. Often a cool touch of the Holy Spirit means rest or refreshing. Water often represents the love of God. My soul, mind and body were being refreshed while spinning upon the very love of God. That takes me back to John 15. So GOOD.
"As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father's commandments, and abide in his love. These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full." (John 9-11 KJV)
Lately when I worship, I see myself spinning on ice with my head held back in abandon. The Word has many scriptures on dancing before the Lord. When my heart reaches out to Him or I know He is there, I begin to see a dance of worship in my mind that corresponds to my heart yearning to spin before Him.
The ice I have seen this week is like a frozen pond out in a forest. The sun is shining. It is beautiful. My mouth is curved up in a smile, and my body is spinning wildly and with graceful movement.
I do not know how to ice skate. I have been a few times, and my efforts are less than fluid. Ballet doesn't exactly transfer to the ice without training. My home state is Texas (born and raised rural), and there is not much opportunity to ice skate in a sauna. Needless to say, the ice vision of worship intrigued me.
As I pondered on the symbolism of coolness and water, I realized that what my mind's eye saw was me worshipping while at rest. Often a cool touch of the Holy Spirit means rest or refreshing. Water often represents the love of God. My soul, mind and body were being refreshed while spinning upon the very love of God. That takes me back to John 15. So GOOD.
"As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love. If ye keep my commandments, ye shall abide in my love; even as I have kept my Father's commandments, and abide in his love. These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full." (John 9-11 KJV)
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Oh Well... Spinning Pupa or Cracked Cocoon?
"By faith the walls of Jericho fell down,
after they were compassed about
seven days." (Hebrews 11:30 KJV)
Giving up can be a huge temptation. I often feel that little tap on my shoulder, so to speak, to just throw in the towel when something is very difficult and my energies are expended. My mind wants to say, "Oh, well." I feel like I have done all that I can do. But something beautiful can come out of that. I can allow Him to give me strength to do more - to reach the goal at hand.
A sweet friend gave me Lineage of Grace by Francine Rivers for my birthday. I have been so encouraged by the elaborated stories of the women within the lineage of Christ. Seeing them in this narrative has been such a blessing.
I was reading Rahab's story this week, and last night the fall of Jericho was described. My husband and I pulled out the Bible to compare it with the description there. The narrative story and dialogue was mirrored in the Word. It is amazing what detail the Lord gave to His people. Their obedience was necessary to accomplish a transformation within the walls of their hearts as well as a total change in the walls of Jericho. It resulted in obliteration of a people and mindset that stood in the way of the promise and God's will for the land. Only those, Rahab and her family, that had a heart for the Father's will were spared.
This week butterflies are fluttering about here and there. I so enjoy stopping to take a peek at their wings to see which kind has visited my yard or the place that I am visiting that day. Their presence has encouraged me to allow the Father to continue the work in me. He works with us in seasons. A time of crawling around and munching on whatever truth we can grab is usually followed by a season of rest. Within the walls of our 'skin', heat and movement create beauty.
To further explain that last statement, a caterpillar actually...long story short...turns itself inside out and liquefies its insides to create a chrysalis. It is fascinating to watch on film. When I was teaching fifth grade in Louisiana, my sweet Em brought us a massive cocoon. I had never seen one so large. It was about the size of two of my thumbs put side by side and a little longer. We put it in a jar and waited. The cocoon never moved, that we could see, but we started hearing 'swishing' noises. Sometimes they were so loud that it interrupted class. There was huge movement inside the cocoon. That little caterpillar surrendered its insides to its Maker, and then it danced until the Designer said the transformation was complete.
Em was so excited about the noise, that she continue to ask me to look inside. I wish now that I would have made her wait, but we learned something by her investigation. She had to keep trying different tools until she found one to work. Finally she was able to crack the cocoon open, and the movement inside of it came to a halt. She was disappointed to see just a bunch of dry, brown mush. The transformation was not complete. We needed to wait longer.
An enough is enough attitude is not what gets us all the way around the walls of our city. What if the Israelites had not obeyed their fast of silence or decided seven days was too much? The men had just been circumcised and were not feeling very well. They could have said they refused because they didn't quite feel like themselves. How long it must have taken on that seventh day to march around seven times! They persevered and found strength in the Lord.
"I press on toward the goal
to win the prize
for which God
has called me heavenward
in Christ Jesus."
(Phil. 3:14 NIV)
'Oh well' and 'Good Enough' will not get us to victory. When we persevere, we find delight. I will not quit today and throw away the things in my hand. I will march around and around and shout!
What will you do today? Share your insights on perseverance with us.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
He Grabs My Hand
Yesterday, my three year old daughter was walking behind me on a sidewalk at a school. I knew she was following me, but I wanted her closer to me. I wanted to touch her. I put my hand behind me and continued to walk forward. When she did not grab my hand right away, I looked back at her to see if she saw me reaching for her. When I realized that she was looking around and not at my hand, I turned around and gently took her hand and we walked together.
Immediately, I was reminded of how the Heavenly Father does that for us. He is ALWAYS walking ahead of us, aware of us, and desiring that we follow Him into GOOD things. He longs to hold our hand and have us walk with Him, in ALL circumstances.
My prayer for this week is that I not wait on Him to find me. I want to run to catch up to Him, grab Him around the waist, hold His hand and walk with Him in JOY. "But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works." (Psalm 73:28 KJV)
What are your thoughts today? Will you follow Him and take His hand? He love you.
Immediately, I was reminded of how the Heavenly Father does that for us. He is ALWAYS walking ahead of us, aware of us, and desiring that we follow Him into GOOD things. He longs to hold our hand and have us walk with Him, in ALL circumstances.
My prayer for this week is that I not wait on Him to find me. I want to run to catch up to Him, grab Him around the waist, hold His hand and walk with Him in JOY. "But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works." (Psalm 73:28 KJV)
What are your thoughts today? Will you follow Him and take His hand? He love you.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Spike Heels and Baby Turtles
I wanted to jump off the end of the pier...
I picked up a Kleenex box and gazed at the picture on the side. It was of a long wooden pier out over shimmering, blue water, with gorgeous mountains far in the distance. I had the sudden urge to run down the length of the pier and into the water. My senses longed to feel the joy of the bubbling water surround me. I wanted to swim and swim, reach the other side and run toward the mountains. Hesitancy and planning are the usual behaviors for me, so this impromptu longing was far from my practiced nature.
However, God is taking me to a new season. A season of moving forward, at a marathon pace, is what my heart has been conforming to desire. As I thought about this, I reflected on how He prepares us and plants desires within us for the place He wants to take us.
"As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness;
I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness. " (Psalm 17:15 NKJV)
As we draw unto Him, He pulls us to Him and His will. Our emotions become intertwined as one with His. We are moved with His feelings just as Christ was. We are His children...His heirs. He wants intimacy in conversation and relationship. He has so much for us.
Vacation plans: They start with an unrest - a pull to get away from our current location - the sense of a need for rest. Then we see a picture or hear of a certain place. A small glimpse of that destination begins to stir desire within us. We begin to search out available details. We look at maps and brochures, all the while our senses stir to be hands on to this new place, our pulse quickens at the thought of our upcoming departure. Our desire to experience this new place has grown.
We take our voyage and savor every moment. From the rise of the airplane into the sky to defy gravity, the color and texture of the clouds in the sky, to our feet first touching down in our new destination. We have begun our experience of our 'new' place.
All from a little tiny stirring or awakening...come forth vast and pleasurable experiences. We are never the same thereafter. Those experiences teach us things, help us to see the world in a different light. We see ourselves anew and afresh. Our senses that have been dulled are standing on end and at attention.
It makes me think of a recent trip to the beach. My husband needed to attend a conference around the same time as our fifteenth wedding anniversary, so he asked me if I would like to go with him and celebrate our anniversary there. Long story short, I experienced much of what I talked about earlier in the vacation description above. Most of us have been there. However, I was stunned to taste and see the unexpected while I was there.
There was a level of enjoyment that I had not expected to experience. I would close my eyes and taste the sea salt on my tongue. Wiggling my toes into the sand and feeling the waves repeatedly was over them became a cherished daily exercise, although I felt rather childlike. Each morning, I would run to the window in great anticipation to see what the sunrise held for me that day. I did not want to miss a one.
It became a time of self renewal. 'Stuff' that I had buried down inside my heart began to come to the surface. The secret place within me was open to allow purging and healing. Going home, I would truly be lighter. I was laying my burdens at the feet of Jesus.
And then there was the turtle walk. It was the night of my anniversary. As I was looking at the events planned for the area, I discovered there would be a turtle talk and walk almost at the same time as our anniversary dinner reservation. Just the semester before, I had taught a zoology course and learned an incredible amount about sea turtles. I so wanted to be both places. So, with the apathy of my husband, I ran down to the turtle talk...in my ornate dress and spiked, platform heels. At the end of the talk I explained to the guide about my dinner reservations, but told her that I so wanted to join the walk on the beach in search of the cuties. The leader of the talk told us where to meet them and when. She expected several nests to be hatching that night.
We had a wonderful dinner. The restaurant even treated us to desert for the special occasion. Then, we made our way down to the beach. We were walking in the dark, journeying to find life erupting from the banks of sand.
During all the months of planning prior, I did not foresee that moment in time. Who, but God, would have known that I would be walking along the beach at night in a crocheted dress and spike heels...on my search for baby turtles. We could have decided that the attire wasn't just right for a walk in the sand that evening, but adventure to grasp this new experience outweighed discomfort and possible humiliation. Although it was uncomfortable and uncertain at the time, I now smile thinking of this moment. It is forever etched in my mind and heart.
I could have decided it was too difficult to arrange childcare, pack, or move past my emotional baggage to go on this trip. Something, however, pulled me to move forward to this part of the journey. A block in time that seemed so simple became a monumental moment in my life. A life changing encounter with God and the self that I really am was the result.
"By entering through faith into what God has always wanted to do for us—set us right with him, make us fit for him—we have it all together with God because of our Master Jesus. And that's not all: We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his door to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God's grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise." (Romans 5:1-2 MSG)
I am ready to run the length of the pier and jump in the water. It has taken me a long time to get here. But...I am ready. Where is God taking you? What has it taken for you to be in this place? Encourage others with a few comments.
I picked up a Kleenex box and gazed at the picture on the side. It was of a long wooden pier out over shimmering, blue water, with gorgeous mountains far in the distance. I had the sudden urge to run down the length of the pier and into the water. My senses longed to feel the joy of the bubbling water surround me. I wanted to swim and swim, reach the other side and run toward the mountains. Hesitancy and planning are the usual behaviors for me, so this impromptu longing was far from my practiced nature.
However, God is taking me to a new season. A season of moving forward, at a marathon pace, is what my heart has been conforming to desire. As I thought about this, I reflected on how He prepares us and plants desires within us for the place He wants to take us.
"As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness;
I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness. " (Psalm 17:15 NKJV)
As we draw unto Him, He pulls us to Him and His will. Our emotions become intertwined as one with His. We are moved with His feelings just as Christ was. We are His children...His heirs. He wants intimacy in conversation and relationship. He has so much for us.
Vacation plans: They start with an unrest - a pull to get away from our current location - the sense of a need for rest. Then we see a picture or hear of a certain place. A small glimpse of that destination begins to stir desire within us. We begin to search out available details. We look at maps and brochures, all the while our senses stir to be hands on to this new place, our pulse quickens at the thought of our upcoming departure. Our desire to experience this new place has grown.
We take our voyage and savor every moment. From the rise of the airplane into the sky to defy gravity, the color and texture of the clouds in the sky, to our feet first touching down in our new destination. We have begun our experience of our 'new' place.
All from a little tiny stirring or awakening...come forth vast and pleasurable experiences. We are never the same thereafter. Those experiences teach us things, help us to see the world in a different light. We see ourselves anew and afresh. Our senses that have been dulled are standing on end and at attention.
It makes me think of a recent trip to the beach. My husband needed to attend a conference around the same time as our fifteenth wedding anniversary, so he asked me if I would like to go with him and celebrate our anniversary there. Long story short, I experienced much of what I talked about earlier in the vacation description above. Most of us have been there. However, I was stunned to taste and see the unexpected while I was there.
There was a level of enjoyment that I had not expected to experience. I would close my eyes and taste the sea salt on my tongue. Wiggling my toes into the sand and feeling the waves repeatedly was over them became a cherished daily exercise, although I felt rather childlike. Each morning, I would run to the window in great anticipation to see what the sunrise held for me that day. I did not want to miss a one.
It became a time of self renewal. 'Stuff' that I had buried down inside my heart began to come to the surface. The secret place within me was open to allow purging and healing. Going home, I would truly be lighter. I was laying my burdens at the feet of Jesus.
And then there was the turtle walk. It was the night of my anniversary. As I was looking at the events planned for the area, I discovered there would be a turtle talk and walk almost at the same time as our anniversary dinner reservation. Just the semester before, I had taught a zoology course and learned an incredible amount about sea turtles. I so wanted to be both places. So, with the apathy of my husband, I ran down to the turtle talk...in my ornate dress and spiked, platform heels. At the end of the talk I explained to the guide about my dinner reservations, but told her that I so wanted to join the walk on the beach in search of the cuties. The leader of the talk told us where to meet them and when. She expected several nests to be hatching that night.
We had a wonderful dinner. The restaurant even treated us to desert for the special occasion. Then, we made our way down to the beach. We were walking in the dark, journeying to find life erupting from the banks of sand.
During all the months of planning prior, I did not foresee that moment in time. Who, but God, would have known that I would be walking along the beach at night in a crocheted dress and spike heels...on my search for baby turtles. We could have decided that the attire wasn't just right for a walk in the sand that evening, but adventure to grasp this new experience outweighed discomfort and possible humiliation. Although it was uncomfortable and uncertain at the time, I now smile thinking of this moment. It is forever etched in my mind and heart.
I could have decided it was too difficult to arrange childcare, pack, or move past my emotional baggage to go on this trip. Something, however, pulled me to move forward to this part of the journey. A block in time that seemed so simple became a monumental moment in my life. A life changing encounter with God and the self that I really am was the result.
"By entering through faith into what God has always wanted to do for us—set us right with him, make us fit for him—we have it all together with God because of our Master Jesus. And that's not all: We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his door to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God's grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise." (Romans 5:1-2 MSG)
I am ready to run the length of the pier and jump in the water. It has taken me a long time to get here. But...I am ready. Where is God taking you? What has it taken for you to be in this place? Encourage others with a few comments.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
What Shape Will They See?
What shape will others see when I am gone? I keep seeing all the wonderful tree sculptures all about. Just as the buds blanket the branches of the world around them, these statues of wood that have served their seasons become obvious. Each one tells a different story. My eyes are drawn to the shape of their growth or struggle for survival. The green spreads through the branches around them, life growing and preparing to make seeds and fruit. Those too old to grow anymore are left barren, their shape pointing upwards to their Maker. Reaching outward, outward and twisting in all directions...each tree taking a different shape. Its skin showing, bark no more, the gray tower speaks of the life it lived.
What shape will others see when I am gone? The twists, turns, and stature Will I look balanced, or will I show that weather and man has pruned me with no thought of the intended shape of my Maker. I want to know that I will be left standing pointing upwards to the one who made me. The seeds of a life full of love and growth spread about. The wounds of my past will be long grown over, and my shape will be cast against the gorgeous sky painted by the One who made me.
"1For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth." (Psalm 139:13-15 NIV)
What shape will others see when I am gone? The twists, turns, and stature Will I look balanced, or will I show that weather and man has pruned me with no thought of the intended shape of my Maker. I want to know that I will be left standing pointing upwards to the one who made me. The seeds of a life full of love and growth spread about. The wounds of my past will be long grown over, and my shape will be cast against the gorgeous sky painted by the One who made me.
"1For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth." (Psalm 139:13-15 NIV)
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Beautiful Day
Beautiful Day
Soft and Chilly Morning
Green Mist in the Afternoon
Roaring Fire
View Across the Meadow
Warms the Soul
Sweet Rain of Love
Fun in the Puddles
Wheels Splash Waterworks on Car
Girls' Laughter All Around
Sun Breaks Through
Blue Sky Background
Grey Clouds Painted Gold About
Evening Draws Nigh
Silver Silhouette of Nature
Budding Branches Reach High
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Clouds No More
Today is a cloudy day. It has been a cloudy day in more ways than one. Clouds seem to block the sun, but they always have a potential of rain.
You see, I did something I try never to do. I went to sleep last night, without releasing the weights of the day. This is never good for me. It forms clouds blocking my heart. Yuck!
Yesterday, before I allowed junk to roll in and rest in my back yard, a song was pouring up from my heart. This morning, the lyrics of that song kept tumbling in my mind. My heart was stirred at their meaning.
With the thought of the sun shining through the clouds, I let go of the hurt on my heart and anger in my clenched fist. Will you let go of yours today? Freedom awaits. The rain is falling with His love, His love abundant.
You see, I did something I try never to do. I went to sleep last night, without releasing the weights of the day. This is never good for me. It forms clouds blocking my heart. Yuck!
Yesterday, before I allowed junk to roll in and rest in my back yard, a song was pouring up from my heart. This morning, the lyrics of that song kept tumbling in my mind. My heart was stirred at their meaning.
My eyes down
Heart heavy with the world
Weary, tired, and longing for nothing...
Then I saw the Lilly turn
I looked up
The branches swayed with the wind
I looked at the clouds
And saw the sun break through
I felt your love - I felt your love
I saw the light
I heard Your truth
I saw Your love break through
You are amazing
Speaking to me
Sayinw you made me lovely
You said, "My uniqueness is from You"
"My purpose from You"
"The two intertwined like the rose clinging to the fence"
You love me
Beauty comes from You
I will open my heart; receive what you have
Thank You
You shine through the clouds
Piercing the dark and dreary
Amazing light and love
Come from You - come from You
Thank You
A song in the night
Not just for me
Lifted up and encouraged
In Your arms
In Your light
Thank you for Your love
I saw the light
I heard Your truth
I saw Your love break through
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
A Drop of Blood
Yesterday, I was walking in an older district of our town. The homes have well groomed yards and are often grandiose in scale and architectural detail. It is quite a sight-seeing experience, especially with trees already blooming for the spring.
The wind was blowing. Suddenly, in the midst of all the beauty, something caught my eye. It was not a swing, a gate, a dog, or a beautiful bay window. Caught in the branches of a tree, was a red Mylar balloon. It was difficult not to just stop and stare at this unusual sight. It was not what my senses were expecting. I continued to desire to look at the image, and I longed to know more about it. How long had it been there? What kind of balloon was it. Who did it belong to? All of these questions reminded of another experience and thought that had been mulling around in my head for the last couple of days.
We had a red visitor at our house on Saturday evening. In fact, we had another one on Sunday morning. Two red paper, hot-air balloons landed in our yard. They were such a curious sight that I searched online seeking there origination. I so wanted to know how far they had traveled. What was the purpose of their launching? I even asked the local television station and others online. I only found out there is a maker of them in Denmark. Did they come from there? Not finding answers did not satisfy me. I will continue to look.
Is that what unbelievers do when they get a glimpse of a drop of Christ's blood in our lives? Does it so grab their attention that they simply cannot let it go. We may have released our balloon into the air and are not even aware that others are scrambling to know more about this love. Are we the tree sculpture holding tightly to the shiny, red, Mylar balloon that can be the freedom of another? This thought and visual example challenged me to put aside all shame and procrastination.
Whose to say? Today may be the day another stops to ponder of the love of Christ. Is my living and obedience a testimony to others? This is not a condemning thought. Rather, I am stirred to LIVE in love, to show love, to run and not grow weary.
The wind was blowing. Suddenly, in the midst of all the beauty, something caught my eye. It was not a swing, a gate, a dog, or a beautiful bay window. Caught in the branches of a tree, was a red Mylar balloon. It was difficult not to just stop and stare at this unusual sight. It was not what my senses were expecting. I continued to desire to look at the image, and I longed to know more about it. How long had it been there? What kind of balloon was it. Who did it belong to? All of these questions reminded of another experience and thought that had been mulling around in my head for the last couple of days.
We had a red visitor at our house on Saturday evening. In fact, we had another one on Sunday morning. Two red paper, hot-air balloons landed in our yard. They were such a curious sight that I searched online seeking there origination. I so wanted to know how far they had traveled. What was the purpose of their launching? I even asked the local television station and others online. I only found out there is a maker of them in Denmark. Did they come from there? Not finding answers did not satisfy me. I will continue to look.
Is that what unbelievers do when they get a glimpse of a drop of Christ's blood in our lives? Does it so grab their attention that they simply cannot let it go. We may have released our balloon into the air and are not even aware that others are scrambling to know more about this love. Are we the tree sculpture holding tightly to the shiny, red, Mylar balloon that can be the freedom of another? This thought and visual example challenged me to put aside all shame and procrastination.
Whose to say? Today may be the day another stops to ponder of the love of Christ. Is my living and obedience a testimony to others? This is not a condemning thought. Rather, I am stirred to LIVE in love, to show love, to run and not grow weary.
"Those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint."
they will walk and not be faint."
Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
Monday, February 27, 2012
The Diamond Was Lost Forever
My wedding band at the jeweler's, in a little box, was awaiting instruction from its owner regarding its future shape. Two prongs around the diamond had been warped...and the ring had to be melted down for repair. The jeweler said it was opportune time to redesign the setting. The ring had been left there for four months while I decided what I wanted to do with my precious treasure. I had to find a design before the jeweler could repair my ring.
And then I found myself crying and crying. I simply could not stop sniffling. The diamond in my wedding band was lost. My redesigned ring now contained a vacant setting, minus an ugly center prong in the middle. I just kept staring at that empty setting, with my terrible decision staring back at me: the center prong.
Mulitiple men at the jeweler's store had told me it was time to repair my ring and there was only one technique for repair. One man, which I have never met, insisted that he must drill a hole up from the center of the diamond and place it on a center prong. The other prongs would wrap around the diamond from the outside. I was unsure that I wanted to deface the precious stone that had been hand picked by my husband almost 16 years ago. I fretted and fretted and decided that I had no other choice but to do what I was told that I must do to get my ring back.
The ring had been finished and placed on my finger. I went about my merry way. During the day, I looked down to find that the diamond was lost. It had slipped out of the setting, and that ugly center prong was left there vacant. My diamond was lost forever.
You see, the ring was really not that precious to me in itself with comparison to the stone. I could go into great detail as to its design, but the center stone is what meant so much to me. It was the symbol of my worth. When my husband presented the ring to me, he explained that he sought out a diamond that was pure and spotless with a cut that displayed its brilliance. He said he loved me and saw me through the eyes of the Father. I knew that my quirky nature, past mistakes, and insecurities were not part of my ring. The diamond symbolized redemption. It was precious to me.
I hope no one is truly worried. Although my ring is at the jeweler's this very day. The diamond is still in it, though loosely for the prongs are damaged. The above description of events is but a dream that I had Sunday morning. When I awoke, I literally had tears in my eyes. The images stuck with me throughout the morning. Slowly, I realized the symbolism within it. I share it now for we all need to realize that we are precious diamonds, and our Father is knitting together an elaborate design to keep us safe on His finger and showcase our beauty. Who He is shines through us and paints a beautiful picture to lead others to Him.
In the dream, I had allowed 'man' to dictate the design that was to hold the diamond. That design of 'man' damaged the diamond and reduced its brilliance and beauty. While the men were determined about the right design, I knew in my heart that a setting must be made that was to hold the diamond delicately and display it in a way to allow the light to filter through. Each time I took a drive or washed the dishes, rainbows were to dance on the ceiling in response to my movement. The sadness in the dream had been created when I reflected that I had not done what I knew was right, but rather I submitted to other's wishes concerning what was precious to me.
Now is the time to KNOW what He has for us. There are so many ways to hear Him speaking or seeing what He has laid out before us. We cannot let man's desires or wishes be the center of our living.
I challenge you to dig deep today. What does He have for you? Close your eyes and imagine who you are as a a precious gem. Take a moment and do that. It brings a smile across my face to see His truth in my design. Then I can imagine the intricate setting He created for me in my destiny and purposes. He loves me and takes tender care with every millimeter of gold. The same is true for us all.
Will I allow the Master Jeweler to put me on display for all to see? Am I bent on bowing to the wishes of man? I have a choice.
I will choose beauty today. What will you choose? Look at the recesses of your heart and allow him to melt away all that is hard and brittle and broken. Today is your day to shine.
"...I'll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. When you come looking for me, you'll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I'll make sure you won't be disappointed. God's Decree: I'll turn things around for you..." (Jeremiah 29:11-13)
And then I found myself crying and crying. I simply could not stop sniffling. The diamond in my wedding band was lost. My redesigned ring now contained a vacant setting, minus an ugly center prong in the middle. I just kept staring at that empty setting, with my terrible decision staring back at me: the center prong.
Mulitiple men at the jeweler's store had told me it was time to repair my ring and there was only one technique for repair. One man, which I have never met, insisted that he must drill a hole up from the center of the diamond and place it on a center prong. The other prongs would wrap around the diamond from the outside. I was unsure that I wanted to deface the precious stone that had been hand picked by my husband almost 16 years ago. I fretted and fretted and decided that I had no other choice but to do what I was told that I must do to get my ring back.
The ring had been finished and placed on my finger. I went about my merry way. During the day, I looked down to find that the diamond was lost. It had slipped out of the setting, and that ugly center prong was left there vacant. My diamond was lost forever.
You see, the ring was really not that precious to me in itself with comparison to the stone. I could go into great detail as to its design, but the center stone is what meant so much to me. It was the symbol of my worth. When my husband presented the ring to me, he explained that he sought out a diamond that was pure and spotless with a cut that displayed its brilliance. He said he loved me and saw me through the eyes of the Father. I knew that my quirky nature, past mistakes, and insecurities were not part of my ring. The diamond symbolized redemption. It was precious to me.
I hope no one is truly worried. Although my ring is at the jeweler's this very day. The diamond is still in it, though loosely for the prongs are damaged. The above description of events is but a dream that I had Sunday morning. When I awoke, I literally had tears in my eyes. The images stuck with me throughout the morning. Slowly, I realized the symbolism within it. I share it now for we all need to realize that we are precious diamonds, and our Father is knitting together an elaborate design to keep us safe on His finger and showcase our beauty. Who He is shines through us and paints a beautiful picture to lead others to Him.
In the dream, I had allowed 'man' to dictate the design that was to hold the diamond. That design of 'man' damaged the diamond and reduced its brilliance and beauty. While the men were determined about the right design, I knew in my heart that a setting must be made that was to hold the diamond delicately and display it in a way to allow the light to filter through. Each time I took a drive or washed the dishes, rainbows were to dance on the ceiling in response to my movement. The sadness in the dream had been created when I reflected that I had not done what I knew was right, but rather I submitted to other's wishes concerning what was precious to me.
Now is the time to KNOW what He has for us. There are so many ways to hear Him speaking or seeing what He has laid out before us. We cannot let man's desires or wishes be the center of our living.
I challenge you to dig deep today. What does He have for you? Close your eyes and imagine who you are as a a precious gem. Take a moment and do that. It brings a smile across my face to see His truth in my design. Then I can imagine the intricate setting He created for me in my destiny and purposes. He loves me and takes tender care with every millimeter of gold. The same is true for us all.
Will I allow the Master Jeweler to put me on display for all to see? Am I bent on bowing to the wishes of man? I have a choice.
I will choose beauty today. What will you choose? Look at the recesses of your heart and allow him to melt away all that is hard and brittle and broken. Today is your day to shine.
"...I'll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. When you come looking for me, you'll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I'll make sure you won't be disappointed. God's Decree: I'll turn things around for you..." (Jeremiah 29:11-13)
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Running Towards Remedies
Some people seem prone to frustration. Lately, the Lord has been dealing with me about finding practical remedies to solve life's little or big irritations. He has called us to joy and peace.
"I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid." (John 14:27 NLT)
This morning, I did not hear the alarm at all. I think I had a dream that David's phone was ringing. Needless to say, we overslept. While making a mad dash to gulp down breakfast and head out the door, one of our precious ones decided to have a meltdown because they did not like the breakfast selection. Both parents stayed focused and somewhat calm. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Although late to school, at least we had not been locked out. Yeah!
Breathing. I am still breathing...and so is my kitty. Yes, next the cat was found trapped in the garage door. He had been stuck there while I was in route to deliver the children. I did not know if his arm was severed or what damage might have been done to his body. After he was freed from his trap, he did his pain meow and dragged his front arm across the garage to hide under the wood box. The car was still running. I needed to grab the cat, gently and quickly. Breathe. Yes, breathe I did, deep and slow. I would have been no use driving, with a CO2 overdose and stars in my eyes.
The Vet Hospital told me to leave our big, sweet Swinkles. They would call me. I dashed home to get ready for the day. But before I could make it out the door, my main undergarment became useless. This was an emergency as well. My search for another seemed fruitless...until I found one that was too tight. I decided I had to make that one work for the day. Being terribly uncomfortable, I knew I must counter the feeling of torture with some sort of comfort: cozy socks and a fresh cup of coffee. Ahhhh.
Funny how I had talked to the children this very morning about being determined to make your day a good one. On the way to school, we talked about pushing past frustrations and not letting them rob your joy and peace. Wow, what a day for me to walk that out. I have only hit on the highlights of irritation. My hands and arms turned red and itchy after touching the cat. He had been in those despicable vines that my skin does not approve of. My nose was dripping, my house a mess, I was late to class...and so much more that I could mention that had been building from days prior.
They say stress causes weight gain and heart damage. I must stay calm. Although my remedies for the day may sound strange or silly, I was able to enjoy my day anyway. I even took some time to paint during my lunch break.
Now the sun has gone down, and my kids are in bed. I still have on the tight garment, but I have my cozy socks and a smile on my face. I will do laundry before bed. Today was a good day. Yes, it truly was. I am grateful for a friend who taught me to breathe, and I am blessed with a Father that gives me peace.
Please share some of your remedies for overcoming stress and discomfort. We could all use a few new ideas. Who knows when we will need them?
"I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid." (John 14:27 NLT)
This morning, I did not hear the alarm at all. I think I had a dream that David's phone was ringing. Needless to say, we overslept. While making a mad dash to gulp down breakfast and head out the door, one of our precious ones decided to have a meltdown because they did not like the breakfast selection. Both parents stayed focused and somewhat calm. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Although late to school, at least we had not been locked out. Yeah!
Breathing. I am still breathing...and so is my kitty. Yes, next the cat was found trapped in the garage door. He had been stuck there while I was in route to deliver the children. I did not know if his arm was severed or what damage might have been done to his body. After he was freed from his trap, he did his pain meow and dragged his front arm across the garage to hide under the wood box. The car was still running. I needed to grab the cat, gently and quickly. Breathe. Yes, breathe I did, deep and slow. I would have been no use driving, with a CO2 overdose and stars in my eyes.
The Vet Hospital told me to leave our big, sweet Swinkles. They would call me. I dashed home to get ready for the day. But before I could make it out the door, my main undergarment became useless. This was an emergency as well. My search for another seemed fruitless...until I found one that was too tight. I decided I had to make that one work for the day. Being terribly uncomfortable, I knew I must counter the feeling of torture with some sort of comfort: cozy socks and a fresh cup of coffee. Ahhhh.
Funny how I had talked to the children this very morning about being determined to make your day a good one. On the way to school, we talked about pushing past frustrations and not letting them rob your joy and peace. Wow, what a day for me to walk that out. I have only hit on the highlights of irritation. My hands and arms turned red and itchy after touching the cat. He had been in those despicable vines that my skin does not approve of. My nose was dripping, my house a mess, I was late to class...and so much more that I could mention that had been building from days prior.
They say stress causes weight gain and heart damage. I must stay calm. Although my remedies for the day may sound strange or silly, I was able to enjoy my day anyway. I even took some time to paint during my lunch break.
Now the sun has gone down, and my kids are in bed. I still have on the tight garment, but I have my cozy socks and a smile on my face. I will do laundry before bed. Today was a good day. Yes, it truly was. I am grateful for a friend who taught me to breathe, and I am blessed with a Father that gives me peace.
Please share some of your remedies for overcoming stress and discomfort. We could all use a few new ideas. Who knows when we will need them?
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