Okay, I admit it: I'm a fan of Bones. I've seemed to connect most with Dr. Brennan, the title character. Not sure why, but I do. This season has been an interesting one for the doc. Her FBI-agent partner, Booth, has returned from a tour in Iraq. He met a journalist, and they have begun a serious relationship. Now, for those of us who have watched the show from the beginning, this is a BAD thing. Brennan and Booth were supposed to end up together, with their wedding being the series finale, right?? We were just waiting for Brennan to "see the light", so to speak. Unfortunately, as this season has progressed, it has become evident that, at least for a while, that won't happen (spoiler--if you read the books by Kathy Reiches, Brennan was married at one time). Booth's relationship with the journalist (can't remember her name) is quite serious. I've watched Brennan this season, and have noticed that while she accepts their relationship, and is even developing a relationship with the "other woman", she longs for the same thing in her life. Maybe this is why I have seemed to "connect" with her more this year. Those of you that know me well see the struggle I have with loneliness, with the desire for a husband. Some days, and more recently every day, it is all I can do to make it through the day. I've poured my heart out to God, and wonder why He is not acting on my behalf. Is He not hearing me? Does He not care for me?
Last weekend, I was in this place. The weight of loneliness was so heavy, it was oppressive. I could literally feel it on my shoulders. I couldn't form a thought that wasn't centered on "if only..." I finally texted a good friend, one in whom I had confided this struggle before. We had a long conversation--mostly her telling me, gently, to get back on track and focus on God and not my self. One of her comments to me was this: "...I know you believe God CAN; when I'm struggling with these dark nights of the soul, my real question is: Will He, and is He really enough?...Either He is enough for us or he's a liar." See, my problem wasn't that I was feeling lonely. The real problem was that I was letting that loneliness cloud my view. I was so tired of crying out with no reply, so discouraged at God's seeming deafness, that I was giving up. I was reminded of something I heard over the summer. The enemy, Satan, will tell us what is true, but he will never tell us the TRUTH. Somewhere, in the midst of the battle, I had forgotten this. Sure, it's true that I am not married. It may even be true that I am lonely. However, the TRUTH is that God is with me, every step of the way. The TRUTH is that He hears my cries. The TRUTH is that He cares about me, and you, so much that He sent His Son, Jesus, to be born, live, die, and live again that we may live eternally with Him. The TRUTH is that this is a season--whether it lasts one more year or forty more years, it is only a season. His grace IS sufficient, His presence IS enough, HE IS ENOUGH. (Now, hopefully I will remember this...)
Wherever you find yourself today, whatever struggle you have, whatever issue you are dealing with, know this: The One who created the world knew you before time began. He has a plan and a purpose for your life that we can't even imagine. He will sustain, provide, and maybe even surprise.
Father, forgive my unbelief, and help me to know You better. Help me to understand Who You are in ways that will help others when they struggle. Thank You for this friend who oftentimes kicks me in the pants to get back on track. And, thank You for Your unending patience with this wayward daughter. I may not be who I want to be, but, God, continue to shape me into who You want me to be. You are truly enough. Help me rest in that.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Help my unbelief
I have a love/hate relationship with fall. I love the colors, the crisp mornings (as long as it warms up during the day!), the smell of burning leaves. I hate to say good-bye to summer, the knowledge that the dreary winter months are near, and the vast nothingness that comes after harvest. I also dislike the emotional struggle that comes with fall--for some reason, I enter into the winter doldrums during the months of October and November. I always struggle emtionally and spiritually this time of year. And, I hate it. I don't like feeling down; I don't like feeling lonely. I want to enjoy each day as it comes, knowing that it has been created and given to me as an opportunity to glorify God.
I had something happen last week that reminded me, no, proved to me, that God hears my cries and that He is a loving and merciful God.
I had just put $400 I really didn't have into my car--two new tires, a drive belt, an oil change and tire rotation. It had to be done, so I didn't have a choice. Two weeks later, my alternator quit. I knew that I couldn't afford it, and wondered what God was doing. I prayed, and had peace that no matter what happened, He would see me through. I was even peaceful in the thought that I would go without a car if needed. I sent out a text to a few friends, asking them to pray for provision for the needed repairs (which I learned were going to be $200 more than I expected). A few hours later, a friend called and said they were paid for. She even offered a vehicle to drive in the meantime. I was floored. God had heard my cries...after a long season stretching months of thinking my prayers for my situations were hitting the ceiling, God had heard my cries. I rejoice, knowing that the Body cares for its members, rejoiced in God's provision.
Which leads me to this question: Why is it so easy for me to believe that God will work in the lives and situations of those around, yet so difficult to believe that He will work in my own life? Is it past experience? Is it unbelief that He cares that much about me? I can believe the Word is true for others, but not for myself. It is all I can do to repeat the words of the father in Mark 9:24 "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"
Father, I thank You today that You are a God who loves each of Your children, including me, with a deep, eternal love. I thank You that You hear my prayers, even when I don't see the answers. You are truly the only One who can help my unbelief. God, I pray that You would continue to show me Your truths, even when it is all I can do to believe.
I had something happen last week that reminded me, no, proved to me, that God hears my cries and that He is a loving and merciful God.
I had just put $400 I really didn't have into my car--two new tires, a drive belt, an oil change and tire rotation. It had to be done, so I didn't have a choice. Two weeks later, my alternator quit. I knew that I couldn't afford it, and wondered what God was doing. I prayed, and had peace that no matter what happened, He would see me through. I was even peaceful in the thought that I would go without a car if needed. I sent out a text to a few friends, asking them to pray for provision for the needed repairs (which I learned were going to be $200 more than I expected). A few hours later, a friend called and said they were paid for. She even offered a vehicle to drive in the meantime. I was floored. God had heard my cries...after a long season stretching months of thinking my prayers for my situations were hitting the ceiling, God had heard my cries. I rejoice, knowing that the Body cares for its members, rejoiced in God's provision.
Which leads me to this question: Why is it so easy for me to believe that God will work in the lives and situations of those around, yet so difficult to believe that He will work in my own life? Is it past experience? Is it unbelief that He cares that much about me? I can believe the Word is true for others, but not for myself. It is all I can do to repeat the words of the father in Mark 9:24 "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!"
Father, I thank You today that You are a God who loves each of Your children, including me, with a deep, eternal love. I thank You that You hear my prayers, even when I don't see the answers. You are truly the only One who can help my unbelief. God, I pray that You would continue to show me Your truths, even when it is all I can do to believe.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
More than the Whos
First thought: I need to be a little more consistent in this. Second thought: I need a few more hours each day to do it.
I took the opportunity tonight to travel to my hometown--the bustling burg of Donovan, IL, population 350...if you count the dogs and cats. The high school put on a performance of Seussical the Musical, and I knew several of the cast members. The musical was tremendous, and all the actors/actresses did a fantastic job.
The highlight of the evening, though, wasn't The Cat in the Hat (who was born the week I left for college) or Mayzie (who I've known since she was in grade school) or the Whos or Horton. No, the highlight for me came before the show even started.
Think back on your life for a moment. Who are the people who impacted your life in such a way that you could never forget? Maybe at the moment you didn't realize the importance their presence in your life, at that moment, would have years later. Maybe they didn't even do anything profound. I often think back to my wayward days in high school--the social nobody who never got invited to parties, never had a boyfriend, went to dances alone, who sought out acceptance in anyway possible. Though I loved school for the academics, I hated the social aspect of it. One of the bright lights those four years was youth group, especially my senior year. A couple from the "other" church in town invested time with us occassionally, and I eventually formed what has been a great friendship through the years with the wife. I've watched her two oldest children grow into adults who love God and desire for Him to be their guide. I've watched their youngest son grow into a young man who loves life and lives it to the fullest. I don't get to spend much quantity time with the family, but savor every hour we do have as quality time.
Thus, the tears when I unexpectedly ran into her tonight. I hadn't expected to see her due to her work schedule. A trip to purchase a cookie shaped like a hat suddenly became the highlight of the evening for me.
So, thank you friend. I can't say enough how much your friendship has meant over the years. Thank you for being there. I am blessed to know you.
Father, thank You for this family, their friendship, and the impact they have had on so many people. Thank You that You saw fit to connect us in Christ so many years ago, and with a connection that can never end. Help me to see more each day the impact I have on those around me. Help me to be Your light to them, young or old, rich or poor, that they may see You in my life. Not that I would receive glory, but that they would glorify the One who lives in me.
I took the opportunity tonight to travel to my hometown--the bustling burg of Donovan, IL, population 350...if you count the dogs and cats. The high school put on a performance of Seussical the Musical, and I knew several of the cast members. The musical was tremendous, and all the actors/actresses did a fantastic job.
The highlight of the evening, though, wasn't The Cat in the Hat (who was born the week I left for college) or Mayzie (who I've known since she was in grade school) or the Whos or Horton. No, the highlight for me came before the show even started.
Think back on your life for a moment. Who are the people who impacted your life in such a way that you could never forget? Maybe at the moment you didn't realize the importance their presence in your life, at that moment, would have years later. Maybe they didn't even do anything profound. I often think back to my wayward days in high school--the social nobody who never got invited to parties, never had a boyfriend, went to dances alone, who sought out acceptance in anyway possible. Though I loved school for the academics, I hated the social aspect of it. One of the bright lights those four years was youth group, especially my senior year. A couple from the "other" church in town invested time with us occassionally, and I eventually formed what has been a great friendship through the years with the wife. I've watched her two oldest children grow into adults who love God and desire for Him to be their guide. I've watched their youngest son grow into a young man who loves life and lives it to the fullest. I don't get to spend much quantity time with the family, but savor every hour we do have as quality time.
Thus, the tears when I unexpectedly ran into her tonight. I hadn't expected to see her due to her work schedule. A trip to purchase a cookie shaped like a hat suddenly became the highlight of the evening for me.
So, thank you friend. I can't say enough how much your friendship has meant over the years. Thank you for being there. I am blessed to know you.
Father, thank You for this family, their friendship, and the impact they have had on so many people. Thank You that You saw fit to connect us in Christ so many years ago, and with a connection that can never end. Help me to see more each day the impact I have on those around me. Help me to be Your light to them, young or old, rich or poor, that they may see You in my life. Not that I would receive glory, but that they would glorify the One who lives in me.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
One of Life's Little Lessons
I have to admit to something. But, maybe before I do, I need to briefly go over our current sermon series. The series is entitled "Unself" (gotta love the age of "make your own word"), with the main point of showing us, through Scripture, practical steps to get over ourselves and start focusing on the main thing--God. Needless to say, for someone who admitedly struggles with selfishness, the series has been convicting (and, in some areas, confirmation of previous thoughts/ideas. I'm slow sometimes.).
That being said, I am going to relay a brief story that happened recently. I passed on some news to some friends that I knew would make said friends happy and give them an opportunity to connect with another person. This situation would also allow others the same opportunity. When I passed on the information, I did so out of a pure heart, wanting to see my friends encouraged. I even offered to help make this event happen. However, as time passed, "self" reared it's ugly head and threatened to adversely affect my relationship with these friends. Much prayer, biting my tongue, and more prayer prevented anything manipulative from being said (like, hey, I helped you out, why don't you pass on the blessing...). Instead, I chose (and it wasn't easy) to look at the situation from THEIR point of view, not mine, and saw that what was going on made much more sense than what I wanted to happen. And, it turns out, that I was blessed in so many more ways than if what I had wanted to happen, occured. Huh. Go figure.
I say all that to say this: when we step outside of ourselves and GIVE of ourselves, even (sometimes) in the trivial, God will take that situation to bless us in ways we couldn't even imagine.
Father, I know in the big scheme of things, this little situation probably doesn't amount to a whole lot. But I do know that You have reached my heart, taught me many lessons, and blessed several people in the process. Thank You for being patient with me as "self" moves out, leaving more room for You to move in, to fill, and to bless. Thank You for being a loving God who knows EXACTLY what we need, when we need...even when we think otherwise. I know this is a small example of Who You are, but thank You, Lord, for revealing this nugget of Your goodness, grace, and mercy.
That being said, I am going to relay a brief story that happened recently. I passed on some news to some friends that I knew would make said friends happy and give them an opportunity to connect with another person. This situation would also allow others the same opportunity. When I passed on the information, I did so out of a pure heart, wanting to see my friends encouraged. I even offered to help make this event happen. However, as time passed, "self" reared it's ugly head and threatened to adversely affect my relationship with these friends. Much prayer, biting my tongue, and more prayer prevented anything manipulative from being said (like, hey, I helped you out, why don't you pass on the blessing...). Instead, I chose (and it wasn't easy) to look at the situation from THEIR point of view, not mine, and saw that what was going on made much more sense than what I wanted to happen. And, it turns out, that I was blessed in so many more ways than if what I had wanted to happen, occured. Huh. Go figure.
I say all that to say this: when we step outside of ourselves and GIVE of ourselves, even (sometimes) in the trivial, God will take that situation to bless us in ways we couldn't even imagine.
Father, I know in the big scheme of things, this little situation probably doesn't amount to a whole lot. But I do know that You have reached my heart, taught me many lessons, and blessed several people in the process. Thank You for being patient with me as "self" moves out, leaving more room for You to move in, to fill, and to bless. Thank You for being a loving God who knows EXACTLY what we need, when we need...even when we think otherwise. I know this is a small example of Who You are, but thank You, Lord, for revealing this nugget of Your goodness, grace, and mercy.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
When school started five weeks ago, I challenged myself to create a schedule that would allow quality time with God before I began the work day. I knew that such a schedule would require waking up around 5:30 if I also wanted to walk in the mornings. YIKES! I am a night owl by nature. I enjoy staying up in the quiet of the night. I do some of my best thinking after ten p.m. Some of my best papers in college were written after midnight. Unfortunately, a 5:15 a.m. alarm doesn't allow for staying up too late.
Anyhow, as I have fallen into this routine, I have found that my energy level is up, and that I feel better throughout the day. I know this is due, in part, to my (almost) daily walks and eating breakfast. However, I also know that the large part of this is due to the time I spend with God each morning. This week, though, I've hit "the wall", in a way. It's getting chillier each morning, both of my former walking partners have moved on to other things, and it's getting more difficult to walk. I don't want to crawl out of bed when it's dark out. I want to sleep in, to enjoy that time between sleep and wakefulness a few more minutes. But, I hear that gentle whisper saying, "Come unto me." So, I begin the day anew (grumbling at times).
The other day, as I struggled against sleep to enter in to God's presence (after a brisk walk, shower, and coffee, nonetheless), an old hymn came to mind. I have the song on a hymns CD I purchased several years ago, and prior to that purchase, I don't think I had ever heard the song. I don't know the words to it well enough to sing with the CD, but the lyrics came to me as I fought to praise God through yawns. It's entitled "Praise to the Lord, The Almighty".
Anyhow, as I have fallen into this routine, I have found that my energy level is up, and that I feel better throughout the day. I know this is due, in part, to my (almost) daily walks and eating breakfast. However, I also know that the large part of this is due to the time I spend with God each morning. This week, though, I've hit "the wall", in a way. It's getting chillier each morning, both of my former walking partners have moved on to other things, and it's getting more difficult to walk. I don't want to crawl out of bed when it's dark out. I want to sleep in, to enjoy that time between sleep and wakefulness a few more minutes. But, I hear that gentle whisper saying, "Come unto me." So, I begin the day anew (grumbling at times).
The other day, as I struggled against sleep to enter in to God's presence (after a brisk walk, shower, and coffee, nonetheless), an old hymn came to mind. I have the song on a hymns CD I purchased several years ago, and prior to that purchase, I don't think I had ever heard the song. I don't know the words to it well enough to sing with the CD, but the lyrics came to me as I fought to praise God through yawns. It's entitled "Praise to the Lord, The Almighty".
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
The King of creation
O, my soul, praise Him
For He is thy health and salvation
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near
Praise Him in glad adoration
Praise to the Lord, Who o'er all things
So wonderfully reigneth
Shelters thee under His wings
Yea, so gladly sustaineth
Hast thou not seen how thy desires e'er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth
Praise to the Lord, Who doth prosper thy work
And defend thee
Surely His goodness and mercy here
Daily attend thee
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do
If with His love He befriend thee
Praise to the Lord, all that is in me
Adore Him
All that hath life and breath
Come now with praises before Him
Le the 'amen' sound from His people again
Gladly for aye we adore Him
Father, thank You for allowing me the privilege of coming to You in prayer and praise. You are my light and my salvation, the rock I can turn to in time of trouble; the shelter in the storm; the glorious One who is worthy of any praise I can muster. You are the One who gives me praise when all I want to do is sleep. Father, I pray that You would continue the work in me that You have ordained since the beginning of time. Continue to fan the flame of passion for Your word, for worship, and for eternity, within my heart.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Glory
Sunday night, I had the opportunity to attend the kick-off of our high school youth group, Refuge. Reign performed a twelve-song set (concert?), and I got to stick around to run the sound board. One of the volunteers, Chris, gave a short devotional discussing the Transfiguration. Here are my thoughts from that night, as they came to me at 10:30 pm.
Tonight, Chris taught out of Mark 9:2-8--the transfiguration of Christ. A couple of things stand out to me. One: Peter, James, and John went to the mountain alone with Jesus. They saw the view of the surrounding area; they relished their time alone with the Savior. All of a sudden, He turns brilliant white, revealing the fullness of His glory to them. What an experience--this man they called friend, teacher, and Messiah, has just shown them a glimpse of Who He really is...and Peter (gotta love Peter) gets caught up in seeing Moses and Elijah with Him. Peter wants to pitch a tent and roast s'mores. It's interesting, as well, that when the Father on the scene, that the cloud comes with Him. How magnificient the Father's glory must be--the men had just seen Christ's glory revealed, but could not gaze on the Father.
Two: This led me to think about Moses. When he ascended Mt. Sinai to receive the commandments (the second time), he met with God. He saw the Father's glory (Exodus 23:17-23). The Word tells us that Moses asked to see God's glory and it was revealed to him while he hid in the cleft of the rock. After receiving the commandments, Moses was forced to cover his face with a veil when speaking to the people. Evidently, Moses' reflection of God's glory was too much for them to handle! 2 Corinthians 3:12-18 tells us that Moses veiled his face so the people would not see what was "coming to an end," that the glory was fading. Paul goes on to say that we, when we turn to the Lord, have the veil removed, which brings freedom. We are transformed "from one degree of glory to another." The Holy Spirit brings us freedom to enjoy the glory of the Lord and to show His glory to those around us.
Wow! What an awesome thought, that God's glory is so dense, so bright, so powerful that we cannot gaze upon it while we are here on earth. That He would choose to shine through us, broken, soiled by sin, to reveal His glory to those around us.
Father, I cannot fathom why You would choose to work in and through me, let alone to shine Your glory through me, so that others would see You. Help me, each day, to become a better reflection of Who You are. I fail so many times, I feel inadequate to be Your vessel. Continue, Lord, to reveal Yourself to me, so that I may reflect You to the world.
Tonight, Chris taught out of Mark 9:2-8--the transfiguration of Christ. A couple of things stand out to me. One: Peter, James, and John went to the mountain alone with Jesus. They saw the view of the surrounding area; they relished their time alone with the Savior. All of a sudden, He turns brilliant white, revealing the fullness of His glory to them. What an experience--this man they called friend, teacher, and Messiah, has just shown them a glimpse of Who He really is...and Peter (gotta love Peter) gets caught up in seeing Moses and Elijah with Him. Peter wants to pitch a tent and roast s'mores. It's interesting, as well, that when the Father on the scene, that the cloud comes with Him. How magnificient the Father's glory must be--the men had just seen Christ's glory revealed, but could not gaze on the Father.
Two: This led me to think about Moses. When he ascended Mt. Sinai to receive the commandments (the second time), he met with God. He saw the Father's glory (Exodus 23:17-23). The Word tells us that Moses asked to see God's glory and it was revealed to him while he hid in the cleft of the rock. After receiving the commandments, Moses was forced to cover his face with a veil when speaking to the people. Evidently, Moses' reflection of God's glory was too much for them to handle! 2 Corinthians 3:12-18 tells us that Moses veiled his face so the people would not see what was "coming to an end," that the glory was fading. Paul goes on to say that we, when we turn to the Lord, have the veil removed, which brings freedom. We are transformed "from one degree of glory to another." The Holy Spirit brings us freedom to enjoy the glory of the Lord and to show His glory to those around us.
Wow! What an awesome thought, that God's glory is so dense, so bright, so powerful that we cannot gaze upon it while we are here on earth. That He would choose to shine through us, broken, soiled by sin, to reveal His glory to those around us.
Father, I cannot fathom why You would choose to work in and through me, let alone to shine Your glory through me, so that others would see You. Help me, each day, to become a better reflection of Who You are. I fail so many times, I feel inadequate to be Your vessel. Continue, Lord, to reveal Yourself to me, so that I may reflect You to the world.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
It's Worth It
Today was the sixth full day of school. And, it was the sixth day of meltdowns and attempts at escape--and not just by the teachers!
In all seriousness, we have about a half dozen students who would bolt from the building if it weren't for the staff (usually the principal) holding the doors shut. We have about a dozen or so students with autism (or similar disorder on the autism spectrum). I worked today with a student who can't write the alphabet (first grader), let alone the 30 key words we learned last year. We have students who kick, bite, scratch, hit, cuss, threaten, and push. One child will routinely state that s/he wants to kill him/herself. Our paraprofessionals work in the hallways, the cafeteria serves as the gym, library, and auditorium. The social worker shares a closet with the computer server and the library computer. The music teacher has a desk in the hallway. The special education teacher is in the old teacher's lounge, and the speech pathologist, occupational and physical therapists share a VERY small "room". Budgets, staff, field trips have been cut. Our buildings are old, much too small, and (in the case of two of the district buildings) prone to flooding.
Why do we keep coming back day after day, year after year? Why do we place ourselves in 95 degree buildings in August? Why do we continue to seek out best practices and behavior modification techniques? Why do we listen to parents swear up and down that "'Johnny' isn't like this at home..."? Why do many of us shed gallons of tears for ten months out of the year? Why do we wear calluses on our knees from hours of prayer?
The answer to this question is actually quite simple: The kids deserve it. These children may only feel loved the seven hours a day they are at school. If I can show Christ's love to just one student, all the other is worh it. If I can put a smile on just one face, it's worth it. If I can show just one boy or girl that they matter, it's worth it.
Father, thank You for the opportunity to be the light to this generation. Forgive me for being selfish enough to think I deserve a "better" job. Help me to show these kids that You love them. Protect them, Lord.
In all seriousness, we have about a half dozen students who would bolt from the building if it weren't for the staff (usually the principal) holding the doors shut. We have about a dozen or so students with autism (or similar disorder on the autism spectrum). I worked today with a student who can't write the alphabet (first grader), let alone the 30 key words we learned last year. We have students who kick, bite, scratch, hit, cuss, threaten, and push. One child will routinely state that s/he wants to kill him/herself. Our paraprofessionals work in the hallways, the cafeteria serves as the gym, library, and auditorium. The social worker shares a closet with the computer server and the library computer. The music teacher has a desk in the hallway. The special education teacher is in the old teacher's lounge, and the speech pathologist, occupational and physical therapists share a VERY small "room". Budgets, staff, field trips have been cut. Our buildings are old, much too small, and (in the case of two of the district buildings) prone to flooding.
Why do we keep coming back day after day, year after year? Why do we place ourselves in 95 degree buildings in August? Why do we continue to seek out best practices and behavior modification techniques? Why do we listen to parents swear up and down that "'Johnny' isn't like this at home..."? Why do many of us shed gallons of tears for ten months out of the year? Why do we wear calluses on our knees from hours of prayer?
The answer to this question is actually quite simple: The kids deserve it. These children may only feel loved the seven hours a day they are at school. If I can show Christ's love to just one student, all the other is worh it. If I can put a smile on just one face, it's worth it. If I can show just one boy or girl that they matter, it's worth it.
Father, thank You for the opportunity to be the light to this generation. Forgive me for being selfish enough to think I deserve a "better" job. Help me to show these kids that You love them. Protect them, Lord.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Community
One of my favorite "go to" places (okay, my #1 go to place) is Promises Cafe, a locally owned Christian coffee house and bookstore. I've taken advantage of the summer months by developing a routine that includes an hour or more at "my" table, sipping bottomless cups of coffee and reading. Today, as I finished a book on community, I glanced over at the morning regulars--a group of anywhere from 7-14 people of varying ages, careers, and family situations who also have made Promises their stop for breakfast, coffee, and the morning news (whether it's from the paper or word of mouth). I've learned interesting things from their conversations. But today, as I observed their interactions, I realized that the morning crowd functions as a group (my church's label for our small groups). They care for, encourage, and even admonish, one another. One of the gentlemen suffers from Parkinson's. The group makes sure that he and his wife have a parking spot close by. Another man just bought a house in another community, and his presence is going to be missed. If some one is late or doesn't show at all, they discuss their concern for that person--if no one knows why, a call is often made to check up on the absentee. And, while the regulars don't have a designated leader, some one seems to fill that role on a daily basis.
What are my groups? In what way do I function in community--not only in church-based groups, but in general? What relationships am I developing that will impact the world around me? What example am I setting for the cashier, the grocery bagger, the clerk at the library?
Father, thank You for showing me that community is more than a Bible study or small group. Help me to be more proactive in developing community based relationships. Thank You for the owners of Promises who have given us an example of what ministry can be, and bless them as they serve you.
What are my groups? In what way do I function in community--not only in church-based groups, but in general? What relationships am I developing that will impact the world around me? What example am I setting for the cashier, the grocery bagger, the clerk at the library?
Father, thank You for showing me that community is more than a Bible study or small group. Help me to be more proactive in developing community based relationships. Thank You for the owners of Promises who have given us an example of what ministry can be, and bless them as they serve you.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Transform Me
I usually wind down in the evenings by checking my email, facebook, and playing spider solitaire. Doing these often mindless tasks gives my mind the opportunity to "defrag" from the day's or week's events (not that this process always happens...). Anyway, my mind wandered, as it often does, and I found myself dwelling on scenarios that would probably never happen. I played out the scenes, with multiple endings, characters, etc. In the midst of the mindless wanderings, it occurred to me how much time I spend worrying about these things, when I should be taking the opportunity to dwell on Christ. I've been so caught up in what might be, or my fallable interpretations of my situation, or in what that person thinks that I've missed it--and have ended up in a bad place emotionally and spiritually. I even had a good friend tell me last week that my emotions were getting in the way of my leadership in ministry. For someone who would like to work vocationally in the ministry, this was a rude wake-up call--needed, but it kind of stung at the time. Don't get me wrong, we are created to be emotional. However, when we focus on the temporal rather than the eternal; on our truth instead of God's truth; on ourselves rather than on Him, we lose sight of what matters most. What guides your thoughts, your emotions?
Father, forgive me for being so short-sighted, for focusing on myself rather than on You. Forgive me for allowing the enemy to control my mind the past few weeks. I give control to You--transform me from the inside out, beginning with my mind, that I may see what is Your good, acceptable, and perfect will--not only for my own life, Lord, but, more importantly, for Your kingdom.
"I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." (Romans 12:1,2 ESV)
Father, forgive me for being so short-sighted, for focusing on myself rather than on You. Forgive me for allowing the enemy to control my mind the past few weeks. I give control to You--transform me from the inside out, beginning with my mind, that I may see what is Your good, acceptable, and perfect will--not only for my own life, Lord, but, more importantly, for Your kingdom.
"I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." (Romans 12:1,2 ESV)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Conversations
Yesterday, I was spending time in Promises catching up on a Bible study I'm involved in. I glanced over at another table and saw a young(er) friend I hadn't seen in a while. She came over and we chatted, briefly, about life. We agreed, both being single women, that the availability of eligible bachelors in our town is sorely lacking (key word: eligible). Not that we are hunting husbands, but more that many of our friends are married with children and we feel left out at times. Not that marriage solves all problems, or that raising children is always easy. We're not that naive. But, we agreed that, sometimes, it would be nice to have companionship. I told my friend about my recent struggles, and that God is working on my heart in this time. He may not be providing tangible companionship, but He deepening my relationship with Him. That's really all that matters, isn't it??
A few minutes after we talked, our worship pastor came in, and I told him about the frustrations I had on Sunday with the soundboard. He was more than gracious and encouraging, and as the conversation ended on a rather good note. Sure, it was humbling to admit that I missed a key setting which caused problems during the message--two out of three times. I learned a long time ago, though, that it is far better to humble myself and admit mistakes than to carry the burden of messing up then lying to save face.
Today, during my daily walk, a friend and I entered what was probably the best conversation we've had in quite a while. We talked about the Holy Spirit and how many churches lean far to one end of the spectrum when discussing Him and moving in His guidance. On one end, you have the naysayers who wouldn't recognize the Holy Spirit if He showed up; and on the other, you have churches who focus so much on the Spirit they would scare Him away. We talked about the need for balance. We talked about situations we had been in that caused us discomfort. We gloried that God, in His sovereignty, has led us both to where we are today, shaping and molding us through good and bad, and that He will use all things for His glory.
And tonight, I had the opportunity to mix it up on the board for a different team. The powerpoint person was gone, and my arms aren't long enough to reach both the soundboard and computer, so one of the female vocalists came back to run powerpoint. She is the wife of one of our pastors, and while we have a decent "hi, how are ya?" relationship, I really don't know her all that well. We ended up having snippets of conversation during down time, going much deeper than I had expected.
Think about the last few conversations you've had. Who were they with? What did you talk about? What was the setting? How did you feel afterward?
What about your last conversation with God? He is, after all, the one we should turn to first (though, it seems, we turn to Him after we've really messed things up). He is the one with whom we converse everyday. And remember, conversations go both ways. We must LISTEN and speak; not just talk to Him, but listen for Him and watch to see what He shows us.
Father, thank You for being a God Who cares about me, Who cares enough to listen to my rantings and still reveal Yourself to me when I finally shut up. Thank You for Cait, Mike, Rachel, and Donna, and for the friendships that have been formed over the last few weeks and years. And, thank You for allowing me the privilege of knowing You.
A few minutes after we talked, our worship pastor came in, and I told him about the frustrations I had on Sunday with the soundboard. He was more than gracious and encouraging, and as the conversation ended on a rather good note. Sure, it was humbling to admit that I missed a key setting which caused problems during the message--two out of three times. I learned a long time ago, though, that it is far better to humble myself and admit mistakes than to carry the burden of messing up then lying to save face.
Today, during my daily walk, a friend and I entered what was probably the best conversation we've had in quite a while. We talked about the Holy Spirit and how many churches lean far to one end of the spectrum when discussing Him and moving in His guidance. On one end, you have the naysayers who wouldn't recognize the Holy Spirit if He showed up; and on the other, you have churches who focus so much on the Spirit they would scare Him away. We talked about the need for balance. We talked about situations we had been in that caused us discomfort. We gloried that God, in His sovereignty, has led us both to where we are today, shaping and molding us through good and bad, and that He will use all things for His glory.
And tonight, I had the opportunity to mix it up on the board for a different team. The powerpoint person was gone, and my arms aren't long enough to reach both the soundboard and computer, so one of the female vocalists came back to run powerpoint. She is the wife of one of our pastors, and while we have a decent "hi, how are ya?" relationship, I really don't know her all that well. We ended up having snippets of conversation during down time, going much deeper than I had expected.
Think about the last few conversations you've had. Who were they with? What did you talk about? What was the setting? How did you feel afterward?
What about your last conversation with God? He is, after all, the one we should turn to first (though, it seems, we turn to Him after we've really messed things up). He is the one with whom we converse everyday. And remember, conversations go both ways. We must LISTEN and speak; not just talk to Him, but listen for Him and watch to see what He shows us.
Father, thank You for being a God Who cares about me, Who cares enough to listen to my rantings and still reveal Yourself to me when I finally shut up. Thank You for Cait, Mike, Rachel, and Donna, and for the friendships that have been formed over the last few weeks and years. And, thank You for allowing me the privilege of knowing You.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
One of THOSE Days
I've had one of those mornings...overslept by half-an-hour, last minute changes in song set because one of our vocalists was sick, feedback, mix issues...I could go on. I was ready to call it quits halfway through the first service. Then, Pastor Chris began his sermon...on finding our Sabbath rest in God. I had given the day and the operation of the sound board, to God. I had humbly asked Him to work through me to create an environment conducive to worship. Board isn't something that comes naturally to me; I have to work at it. A lot of my time is spent attempting to focus my ears on what's being heard, not my eyes on what is to be seen. This can be diffiucult for my short attention span. Most times, whether at practice on Monday nights or every fourth Sunday when we're up, everything flows naturally. Today was not one of those days. I wanted to find another sound person, grab my bag and go hide under a rock somewhere. I stuck with it, and even though things kept coming up (including tension and a headache), I made it through the morning. I think I finally exhaled halfway home.
What did I learn in this? I have to admit that, even though Chris's sermon was good and even though I heard it three times, the message didn't sink in until I got home. The idea of Sabbath rest is not to be enforced in a legalistic manner. I know people (heck, I'll admit to at one time being one) that refuse to shop or eat out on Sundays in hopes that those businesses will lose business and close on those days. I know people that will turn down jobs or create problems with employers over working on Sundays (I'll admit, I'm still one of those people, in a way). Really, as with many things of Scripture, it comes down to the HEART of the issue. Are we taking time to remember God and rest?
One of Chris's statements stuck with me today: "If we don't live by priorities, we will live by pressures." And, boy, did I feel the pressure today. My priority--creating an atmosphere of worship by mixing sound components and regulating audio levels--was over-shadowed by the pressure of being perfect, of getting it right, of trying to impress. What a reminder.
Father, forgive me for losing sight of the REAL reason I do what I do. Forgive me for trying to please man, for wanting to receive compliments that fade. Help me, Lord, to rest in You, to allow You to do the work. Refresh this soul, Lord. Help me to understand more and more that the Sabbath was created for man, and not man for the Sabbath.
What did I learn in this? I have to admit that, even though Chris's sermon was good and even though I heard it three times, the message didn't sink in until I got home. The idea of Sabbath rest is not to be enforced in a legalistic manner. I know people (heck, I'll admit to at one time being one) that refuse to shop or eat out on Sundays in hopes that those businesses will lose business and close on those days. I know people that will turn down jobs or create problems with employers over working on Sundays (I'll admit, I'm still one of those people, in a way). Really, as with many things of Scripture, it comes down to the HEART of the issue. Are we taking time to remember God and rest?
One of Chris's statements stuck with me today: "If we don't live by priorities, we will live by pressures." And, boy, did I feel the pressure today. My priority--creating an atmosphere of worship by mixing sound components and regulating audio levels--was over-shadowed by the pressure of being perfect, of getting it right, of trying to impress. What a reminder.
Father, forgive me for losing sight of the REAL reason I do what I do. Forgive me for trying to please man, for wanting to receive compliments that fade. Help me, Lord, to rest in You, to allow You to do the work. Refresh this soul, Lord. Help me to understand more and more that the Sabbath was created for man, and not man for the Sabbath.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
This song has been on my mind a lot for the last few days. You can listen to it on grooveshark.com by typing the title in the search box.
Whatever You're Doing
Sanctus Real
It's time for healing time to move on
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me
All I can do is surrender
(Chorus)
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something heavenly
Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Revaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender...
To...
(Chorus)
Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly
It's time to face up
Clean this old house
Time breathe in and let everything out
I am in this place. God is revealing a lot of junk. He is showing me more of Himself and drawing me closer to Him. I don't know what the next step is. I'm excited, anxious, nervous, even confused at times. But praise Him, for He is faithful. Praise Him, for His thoughts and ways are higher than my thoughts and ways (Isaiah 55:8, 9).
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Rediscovering
I had one of those moments the other night--you know, when all you've been taught finally sinks in and becomes part of who you are. I had gone to bed a little later than I had wanted to, and my mind was racing from thought to thought. In the midst of these random, and often pointless, wanderings, I realized something quite profound--profound enough that I had to roll over and turn the light on to journal (the last thing I wanted to do at midnight).
One thing that has hindered my walk with Christ for the fifteen years I've truly followed Him is the fact of God's love. Huh? How could the fact of God's love hinder my walk with Christ? Isn't that the reason we follow Him? Isn't that the reason we worship? Isn't that the reason we die to ourselves and take up His cross? I'm not saying I haven't accepted His love and forgiveness with my whole heart, because I have. I'm not saying I haven't shared His love with others, because I have. I am saying that, perhaps for the first time, I realized Sunday night that I have projected my personal experiences with love onto God. I can tell you the difference in eros, phileo, and agape. I can (kind of) describe hesed. But I had never realized depth of God's true love for us because of the imperfect love we receive on earth. Earthly love, as I have experienced it, comes with demands, expectations, rejection, abandonment, and death. A boyfriend demands physical love, even when you know it's wrong, then rejects you when you deny him what he wants. A parent may abandon you through divorce or neglect. A dear friend, one you've looked to as a father or mother figure or as a sister or brother, passes away.
In my life, my fiance said one minute he wanted to develop a relationship with Jesus and the next wanted to engage in things I was trying to remove from my life. My father divorced my mother, remarried and moved three thousand miles away. Twenty-two years later, our relationship hasn't recovered. The men I looked to as grandfather ("uncle" Gil) and father (Dave) have entered heaven. I've viewed God's love as one that requires us to "do" something to receive. I've questioned and doubted in times of discipline. I've viewed His love as something that I have to work to earn. Then, in the quiet of the night as thoughts chased away sleep, I realized that I can no longer do this. I can no longer project what is of the world onto the Creator of that world. I can no longer view perfect love as imperfect.
I was listening to the radio yesterday and the song "Rediscover You" by Starfield came on. I had never heard the song before, but the lyrics captured my attention immediately.
One thing that has hindered my walk with Christ for the fifteen years I've truly followed Him is the fact of God's love. Huh? How could the fact of God's love hinder my walk with Christ? Isn't that the reason we follow Him? Isn't that the reason we worship? Isn't that the reason we die to ourselves and take up His cross? I'm not saying I haven't accepted His love and forgiveness with my whole heart, because I have. I'm not saying I haven't shared His love with others, because I have. I am saying that, perhaps for the first time, I realized Sunday night that I have projected my personal experiences with love onto God. I can tell you the difference in eros, phileo, and agape. I can (kind of) describe hesed. But I had never realized depth of God's true love for us because of the imperfect love we receive on earth. Earthly love, as I have experienced it, comes with demands, expectations, rejection, abandonment, and death. A boyfriend demands physical love, even when you know it's wrong, then rejects you when you deny him what he wants. A parent may abandon you through divorce or neglect. A dear friend, one you've looked to as a father or mother figure or as a sister or brother, passes away.
In my life, my fiance said one minute he wanted to develop a relationship with Jesus and the next wanted to engage in things I was trying to remove from my life. My father divorced my mother, remarried and moved three thousand miles away. Twenty-two years later, our relationship hasn't recovered. The men I looked to as grandfather ("uncle" Gil) and father (Dave) have entered heaven. I've viewed God's love as one that requires us to "do" something to receive. I've questioned and doubted in times of discipline. I've viewed His love as something that I have to work to earn. Then, in the quiet of the night as thoughts chased away sleep, I realized that I can no longer do this. I can no longer project what is of the world onto the Creator of that world. I can no longer view perfect love as imperfect.
I was listening to the radio yesterday and the song "Rediscover You" by Starfield came on. I had never heard the song before, but the lyrics captured my attention immediately.
You told me
Look for You and I will find
So I'm here
Like I'm searching for the first time
Revive me, Jesus
Make this cold heart start to move
Help me rediscover You
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, declares the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes and gather you from all the nations and all the places where I have driven you, declares the Lord, and I will bring you back to the place from which I sent you into exile." (Jeremiah 29:11-14, ESV, emphasis mine)
Father, thank you for bringing to light my false assumptions of love, especially Your love. Forgive me for projecting the imperfect onto Your perfection. Help me to see Your love, for myself and for others. Help me to love You, others, and myself as You truly love. Thank You that You have plans for me, and that You promise to hear me and show Yourself to me. Help me to walk according to these plans.
Monday, July 12, 2010
You shall not murder
For the last few weeks, Pastors Dave and Chris have been teaching on "God's loving instruction brings freedom to His children"--the Ten Commandments. They're going through the commandments backwards. A couple of weeks ago, Dave preached on "You shall not bear false witness." He talked about the truth and what we perceive as truth, and that when we proclaim our perceptions as truth, then we are bearing false witness. For example, "Jim" is late for work. "Beth" grumbles about how lazy Jim is and how he is always late. Their boss "Steve" talks with Jim later in the day and discovers that Jim had a flat tire on the way to work, and that is why he was late. The TRUTH in the situation is that Jim was late for work. The PERCEPTION is that Beth said Jim was lazy. Beth bore false witness toward Jim when she said that he was lazy.
So, anyway, back to my story. As Dave preached a couple of weeks ago, I knew that I had been bearing false witness against another pastor. The TRUTH of this situation is that we disagree on several issues. The PERCEPTION I had been (ugh!) slandering was that he personally attacked me and couldn't care less about it. The TRUTH was I had allowed my perceived hurts to grow into anger, resentment, and bitterness. I knew then I needed to go and make amends...and didn't do it.
Fast forward to yesterday. Chris preached on "you shall not murder." An easy one, right? Not when we look at Christ's definition of murder. "You have heard that is was said to those of old, 'You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.' But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, 'You fool!' will be liable to the hell of fire. So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift." (Matthew 5:21-24, ESV, emphasis mine) OUCH! I knew that I had to go to this pastor, confess, and reconcile. I had thought, well, I can lay out my complaints and tell him why I felt this way. But, then I realized that if I were to truly let it go, those things didn't matter. What truly mattered was going to him, telling him what I need forgiveness for (anger, bitterness, slander), and then receiving forgiveness from him (if he offered it, which he did) and from God. So I did, and I was able to worship with that body of believers with a clean heart for the first time in over a year.
"God's loving intstruction brings freedom to His children." What is weighing you down? In what areas are you bound by sin? Allow God to teach you His truth, then act on it. That, my friends, brings freedom.
So, anyway, back to my story. As Dave preached a couple of weeks ago, I knew that I had been bearing false witness against another pastor. The TRUTH of this situation is that we disagree on several issues. The PERCEPTION I had been (ugh!) slandering was that he personally attacked me and couldn't care less about it. The TRUTH was I had allowed my perceived hurts to grow into anger, resentment, and bitterness. I knew then I needed to go and make amends...and didn't do it.
Fast forward to yesterday. Chris preached on "you shall not murder." An easy one, right? Not when we look at Christ's definition of murder. "You have heard that is was said to those of old, 'You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.' But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, 'You fool!' will be liable to the hell of fire. So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift." (Matthew 5:21-24, ESV, emphasis mine) OUCH! I knew that I had to go to this pastor, confess, and reconcile. I had thought, well, I can lay out my complaints and tell him why I felt this way. But, then I realized that if I were to truly let it go, those things didn't matter. What truly mattered was going to him, telling him what I need forgiveness for (anger, bitterness, slander), and then receiving forgiveness from him (if he offered it, which he did) and from God. So I did, and I was able to worship with that body of believers with a clean heart for the first time in over a year.
"God's loving intstruction brings freedom to His children." What is weighing you down? In what areas are you bound by sin? Allow God to teach you His truth, then act on it. That, my friends, brings freedom.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Honesty
I'm desperate. In many ways, I am beyond desire. I am desperate. There are longings in my heart that can't be fulfilled, thoughts on my mind that can't be controlled, troubles in my path that can't be overcome; and sometimes, I wonder if even God can or will. Sometimes I wonder what I've done to get here, and how do I find the way back. I look at people around me and wonder "am I normal" or "why can't I be more like them." Like Naomi, Hannah, Job, and others in the Bible, I scream and yell and cry and blame God for my situation in life. I question His sovereignty, His goodness, His faithfulness, His love. Sometimes, when I'm at my weakest, most desperate place, I even question His forgiveness, grace, and mercy. Tonight is one of those times when I'm doing a lot of questioning and blaming and yelling. It's one of those times when I wonder what in the world did I do so wrong to deserve this loneliness, this job I both love and hate, this financial crisis. Where is God's blessing? Where is His presence? Where is His mercy and grace and love and provision?
"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your strength is renewed like the eagle's." (Psalm 103:1-5, ESV)
I know I've used this passage before, and I'm sure I'll use it again. But I've meditated on it, memorized it, and it has changed my thinking. I'm not saying that there won't be bad days. I'm not saying life will get easier. I'm not saying there won't be times of drought, despair, or depression. The good news is that all these struggles WILL die. The loneliness will be fulfilled. The needs will be provided for. The peace will come. I need to remember that EVERY moment of every day--"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling..."Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!" The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress." (Psalm 46:1-3, 10-11, ESV)
"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your strength is renewed like the eagle's." (Psalm 103:1-5, ESV)
I know I've used this passage before, and I'm sure I'll use it again. But I've meditated on it, memorized it, and it has changed my thinking. I'm not saying that there won't be bad days. I'm not saying life will get easier. I'm not saying there won't be times of drought, despair, or depression. The good news is that all these struggles WILL die. The loneliness will be fulfilled. The needs will be provided for. The peace will come. I need to remember that EVERY moment of every day--"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling..."Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!" The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress." (Psalm 46:1-3, 10-11, ESV)
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Perfect Strength
I can't exactly pinpoint when it happened. It may have been early last week when I wrote down all the questions I have for God, being honest with Him about some things I'd been stewing over (much like Naomi when she blamed God, or Hannah, or Job). It may have been Monday as I drove to Kankakee and determined to NOT allow the devil to steal my joy ("Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits..." Ps. 103:1,2 ESV). Or, it may have happened as I have been listening to Kim Walker and experiencing, once again, the power and presence of the Holy Spirit in everyday life. Whenever it was, I have begun to feel a peace that surpasses my understanding--that in the troubles of life, God is my refuge, my strength in times of trouble.
I've prayed for a long time that God would "give me a break"--in my career, in my finances, in my singleness, in relationships. Only in recent months has He begun to do that with friendships I've been blessed with in recent months. The other areas? Well, let's just say that we're still working on them.
"Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:8-10, ESV)
As we walk this journey called life, the road will not be easy. We all face difficulties--some major tests of faith and others minor irritiations that get under our skin (I've realized my troubles are nothing compared to the cancer, the marital difficulties, the childlessness that various friends are facing)--but the "thorns" God allows us to face are not the focus of our lives. Our focus is to be on the One who gives us the "power that is made perfect in weakness."
Gracious Father, thank You for the opportunity to praise You at all times, even when I don't "feel" like it. When life doesn't make any sense at all, You are there in the midst of the confusion, offering shelter for a weary soul. Forgive me for my short-sightedness, my selfishness, my self-pity that has hindered or damaged relationships. Help me today, Lord, to see You in all things, to grow in understanding of what You are doing in and around me. I want to live my life for You.
I've prayed for a long time that God would "give me a break"--in my career, in my finances, in my singleness, in relationships. Only in recent months has He begun to do that with friendships I've been blessed with in recent months. The other areas? Well, let's just say that we're still working on them.
"Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:8-10, ESV)
As we walk this journey called life, the road will not be easy. We all face difficulties--some major tests of faith and others minor irritiations that get under our skin (I've realized my troubles are nothing compared to the cancer, the marital difficulties, the childlessness that various friends are facing)--but the "thorns" God allows us to face are not the focus of our lives. Our focus is to be on the One who gives us the "power that is made perfect in weakness."
Gracious Father, thank You for the opportunity to praise You at all times, even when I don't "feel" like it. When life doesn't make any sense at all, You are there in the midst of the confusion, offering shelter for a weary soul. Forgive me for my short-sightedness, my selfishness, my self-pity that has hindered or damaged relationships. Help me today, Lord, to see You in all things, to grow in understanding of what You are doing in and around me. I want to live my life for You.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Gentle Reminders
I had a few interesting things happen today. Definitely not huge or profound in any way, but things that showed me, once again, the sovereignty of our mighty, loving God.
I've been feeling unworthy of the amazing grace that God pours out on us--not in humble realization of being a sinner in need of a Savior, but more of questioning whether I'm "cut out" to be a Christian. One reason is constant struggle with sin and knowing that I am walking in disobedience, yet unable to shake the sinful habits. Another reason is that I'm too analytical, especially given long days of nothing to do. My mind takes off in a hundred different directions, often the wrong directions. But, today, through several people and the words of a song, I realize that, despite my confusion and doubt, God loves and cherishes me. He rains His mercy and grace and love down on me, and nothing can change that.
As I sat sipping my coffee and reading at Promises this morning, a friend texted the first five verses of Psalm 103, along with a note of encouragement. "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's." (Psalm 103:1-5, ESV, emphasis mine)
Shortly after returning home, I opened my devotional, and this passage caught my eye: "...remember who you are--not a special being made up in heaven, but a sinner saved by grace." (O. Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest)
This evening, we practiced a "new" song (for our church, anyway) for our next set. I know the song, and it is one of my favorites. While I could put the whole song here, I'll just include a couple of lines that struck a chord with me tonight (no pun intended): "In the chaos, in confusion, I know You're sovereign still. In the moment of my weakness, You give me grace to do Your will." (None But Jesus--Hillsong United)
Thank You, Lord, for Your faithfulness in the midst of my confusion. Thank you that forgive, heal, redeem, and satisfy this weary soul. Help me, Lord, to remember Your steadfast love for me, even when I don't feel it, or feel worthy of it. Lead me in Your everlasting grace, break down this stubborn heart so that I may walk freely in Your grace.
I've been feeling unworthy of the amazing grace that God pours out on us--not in humble realization of being a sinner in need of a Savior, but more of questioning whether I'm "cut out" to be a Christian. One reason is constant struggle with sin and knowing that I am walking in disobedience, yet unable to shake the sinful habits. Another reason is that I'm too analytical, especially given long days of nothing to do. My mind takes off in a hundred different directions, often the wrong directions. But, today, through several people and the words of a song, I realize that, despite my confusion and doubt, God loves and cherishes me. He rains His mercy and grace and love down on me, and nothing can change that.
As I sat sipping my coffee and reading at Promises this morning, a friend texted the first five verses of Psalm 103, along with a note of encouragement. "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's." (Psalm 103:1-5, ESV, emphasis mine)
Shortly after returning home, I opened my devotional, and this passage caught my eye: "...remember who you are--not a special being made up in heaven, but a sinner saved by grace." (O. Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest)
This evening, we practiced a "new" song (for our church, anyway) for our next set. I know the song, and it is one of my favorites. While I could put the whole song here, I'll just include a couple of lines that struck a chord with me tonight (no pun intended): "In the chaos, in confusion, I know You're sovereign still. In the moment of my weakness, You give me grace to do Your will." (None But Jesus--Hillsong United)
Thank You, Lord, for Your faithfulness in the midst of my confusion. Thank you that forgive, heal, redeem, and satisfy this weary soul. Help me, Lord, to remember Your steadfast love for me, even when I don't feel it, or feel worthy of it. Lead me in Your everlasting grace, break down this stubborn heart so that I may walk freely in Your grace.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Around the mountain...again.
Disclaimer: I'm going to be transparent here. Don't be surprised.
I spent last week helping a friend with a week of camp. I knew going in that the week would be hot, tiring, and rewarding. I also knew that some of my habits, good and bad, would be left behind for six days. The good habits--walking everyday, reading, and Bible study--were easily adapted for camp. The bad habits (okay, transparency here--smoking) would, hopefully, be broken. I arranged for a few friends to keep me accountable via text messaging, and though the week was hard, I was okay. Until I had to stop for gas on the way home. And had more cash than I anticipated. And little self-control. My actions had been amended during the week, but my mindset had not. My friends had encouraged me, but I failed to check-in on the way home and call for support when I needed it most. Chalk that up to pride and self-sufficiency. This is not a new struggle for me. As a matter of fact, it's one I've wanted to be rid of for several years (yes, years) now. It's not something I let others see (as a matter of fact, it's probably news to many of you). So now, not only am I back to square one, I'm disappointed in myself, maybe even a little angry. I'm reminded of what used to be a confusing passage for me: Romans 7. To sum it up, Paul establishes that the law is good because it reveals to us exactly what sin is. Without the law, we wouldn't know what sin is. He writes that he agrees with the law, and that he wants to follow the law, but his flesh causes him to sin. He ends the chapter with this: "Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin. There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death." (Romans 7:24-8:2, ESV) I could go on, but I'll let you continue in Romans 8 for yourself.
Am I saying that smoking, in and of itself, is a sin? No. But, the stewardship issues (money, health, etc.) and the disobedience to His prompting are. I mentioned that I'm disappointed, even angry, with myself. I'm disappointed because I had "an out" and didn't take it. I could have called any number of friends, yet I didn't. I could have walked in, paid for the gas and a Coke and walked out. But I didn't. I blew what was the best opportunity to kick this thing that I've had in a long time.
As disappointed as I am, I also know that God's love for me surpasses my bad habits. I know that He sees past that into the heart of the person that I am, the woman He created me to be.
What do you struggle with? It may not be physical addictions. It may be gossip, lying, or any number of things. Let me encourage you to find an accountability partner/group--and USE IT. Be vulnerable and authentic. Be honest. Most of all, allow God to heal.
Maybe I should take my own advice...
I spent last week helping a friend with a week of camp. I knew going in that the week would be hot, tiring, and rewarding. I also knew that some of my habits, good and bad, would be left behind for six days. The good habits--walking everyday, reading, and Bible study--were easily adapted for camp. The bad habits (okay, transparency here--smoking) would, hopefully, be broken. I arranged for a few friends to keep me accountable via text messaging, and though the week was hard, I was okay. Until I had to stop for gas on the way home. And had more cash than I anticipated. And little self-control. My actions had been amended during the week, but my mindset had not. My friends had encouraged me, but I failed to check-in on the way home and call for support when I needed it most. Chalk that up to pride and self-sufficiency. This is not a new struggle for me. As a matter of fact, it's one I've wanted to be rid of for several years (yes, years) now. It's not something I let others see (as a matter of fact, it's probably news to many of you). So now, not only am I back to square one, I'm disappointed in myself, maybe even a little angry. I'm reminded of what used to be a confusing passage for me: Romans 7. To sum it up, Paul establishes that the law is good because it reveals to us exactly what sin is. Without the law, we wouldn't know what sin is. He writes that he agrees with the law, and that he wants to follow the law, but his flesh causes him to sin. He ends the chapter with this: "Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin. There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death." (Romans 7:24-8:2, ESV) I could go on, but I'll let you continue in Romans 8 for yourself.
Am I saying that smoking, in and of itself, is a sin? No. But, the stewardship issues (money, health, etc.) and the disobedience to His prompting are. I mentioned that I'm disappointed, even angry, with myself. I'm disappointed because I had "an out" and didn't take it. I could have called any number of friends, yet I didn't. I could have walked in, paid for the gas and a Coke and walked out. But I didn't. I blew what was the best opportunity to kick this thing that I've had in a long time.
As disappointed as I am, I also know that God's love for me surpasses my bad habits. I know that He sees past that into the heart of the person that I am, the woman He created me to be.
What do you struggle with? It may not be physical addictions. It may be gossip, lying, or any number of things. Let me encourage you to find an accountability partner/group--and USE IT. Be vulnerable and authentic. Be honest. Most of all, allow God to heal.
Maybe I should take my own advice...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Where's the Fridge?
I was over at a friend's house the other night, just hanging out and showing off my new hair cut. This particular family is new to the area and I've only known them about six weeks. This was the third time I've been to their home. She offered something to drink, then pointed to the fridge. "There it is," she said.
This is not a profound statement. She was merely pointing out where I could find a bottle of water. However, I had just, that day, finished a book entitled "Refrigerator Rights." Think about it. Of all the people you know--family, friends, co-workers, etc.--with how many do you have refrigerator rights? In how many homes are you so welcome that you can help yourself to whatever is available, without asking (don't count your own home here)? I count six--including my brother's home. Six people that I am so close to, that I can grab a soda or glass of milk without asking or being offered. One of those is my brother. Another is a friend with whom I lived for two years, and another is friends I lived with for a few months after a flood. Not counting them, family and places I've lived, the number of "refrigerator rights" I have decreases by half--to three.
Refrigerator rights suggest that you have developed a close, intimate relationship with a person. Close enough that they feel comfortable allowing you into their kitchen, letting you see the crumbs on the counter and dirty dishes in the sink. Close enough that they have opened the door to the fridge, allowing you to see inside. This extends to beyond the refrigerator. They have allowed you to see inside their masks, to see the "real" them. The 6 a.m.-and-I-don't-really-want-to-be-walking-two-miles-this-morning them; the I'm-really-having-a-crappy-day them. The I-don't-have-it-together them.
Close relationships take time to develop. Unfortunately, those of us forty-ish and under have been raised in the "microwave" culture--I want it NOW. We don't like to wait, we don't want to put the time and effort into developing anything, especially relationships with people. I've discovered that of myself. I meet a new person, determine if I can trust them, then jump right in and want to bare my struggles and weaknesses. This only presents myself as a complainer and "downer", which pushes people away. So much for the microwave. So, I've decided that, with some new relationships I'm developing, that I will back off and allow true closeness develop. A diamond takes years to form. Any close relationship is worth the effort and time it needs to develop.
God created us social beings. I think when He created Adam and Eve, He meant more than marriage when He said "it is not good for man to be alone." We need each other. I need you, and you need me (and if not me, then someone else), to share life's burdens and joys.
[For more on the concept of refrigerator rights, read Refrigerator Rights by Drs. Will Miller and Glenn Sparks (Willow Creek Publications)]
This is not a profound statement. She was merely pointing out where I could find a bottle of water. However, I had just, that day, finished a book entitled "Refrigerator Rights." Think about it. Of all the people you know--family, friends, co-workers, etc.--with how many do you have refrigerator rights? In how many homes are you so welcome that you can help yourself to whatever is available, without asking (don't count your own home here)? I count six--including my brother's home. Six people that I am so close to, that I can grab a soda or glass of milk without asking or being offered. One of those is my brother. Another is a friend with whom I lived for two years, and another is friends I lived with for a few months after a flood. Not counting them, family and places I've lived, the number of "refrigerator rights" I have decreases by half--to three.
Refrigerator rights suggest that you have developed a close, intimate relationship with a person. Close enough that they feel comfortable allowing you into their kitchen, letting you see the crumbs on the counter and dirty dishes in the sink. Close enough that they have opened the door to the fridge, allowing you to see inside. This extends to beyond the refrigerator. They have allowed you to see inside their masks, to see the "real" them. The 6 a.m.-and-I-don't-really-want-to-be-walking-two-miles-this-morning them; the I'm-really-having-a-crappy-day them. The I-don't-have-it-together them.
Close relationships take time to develop. Unfortunately, those of us forty-ish and under have been raised in the "microwave" culture--I want it NOW. We don't like to wait, we don't want to put the time and effort into developing anything, especially relationships with people. I've discovered that of myself. I meet a new person, determine if I can trust them, then jump right in and want to bare my struggles and weaknesses. This only presents myself as a complainer and "downer", which pushes people away. So much for the microwave. So, I've decided that, with some new relationships I'm developing, that I will back off and allow true closeness develop. A diamond takes years to form. Any close relationship is worth the effort and time it needs to develop.
God created us social beings. I think when He created Adam and Eve, He meant more than marriage when He said "it is not good for man to be alone." We need each other. I need you, and you need me (and if not me, then someone else), to share life's burdens and joys.
[For more on the concept of refrigerator rights, read Refrigerator Rights by Drs. Will Miller and Glenn Sparks (Willow Creek Publications)]
Monday, June 14, 2010
You shall not covet
It's that time again...my cell contract is up and I'm eligible for "great discounts and select offers" from my provider. One of the offers recently was an iPhone for less than $100. Of course, this meant an upgrade on my cell bill, as well--$15/month for a data plan.
My computer is a little dated and the backlight is out, so I need to replace it (the computer), right?
My car has 130,000 miles on it, needs a few repairs, and doesn't get the gas mileage I'd like. Time to trade in, don't ya think?
Most of my friends are married and have children. Shouldn't I be finding that "special some one"?
My job isn't what I want it to be...time to consider a career change?
"You shall not covet [desire] your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor's." (Exodus 20:17, ESV) You shall not desire the new 4th gen iPhone; you shall not desire a new Macbook, a different car, a husband/family, or anything that is not yours.
Pastor Dave made an interesting observation in his teaching yesterday. He said that the first commandment ("You shall have no other gods before me") and the last ("You shall not covet...") form bookends around the remaining eight commandments. Think about it...when we desire that which we do not have, then we are placing undue value on that object, making it a god. I've walked a slippery path recently, one I thought I was doing good at avoiding. Unfortunately, it's a slippery path. I've even justified my journey on this path with scripture. I want to be married. I want a husband who will love me and whom I can love. I want children who will learn to love God. I want companionship, leadership, and all the things that come with being married. I want this so much, it has clouded my thinking for a few weeks. I've found myself pulling away from friends who are married, even as I watch how godly husbands lead and love their families. I've found myself sinking into a bit of a depression and self-pity because I do not have that which I THINK I need. I've placed marriage before me as an idol, instead of focusing on the relationships I have and need to grow--including (and most importantly) my relationship with God.
My old cell phone works just fine. I really don't need to be constantly connected to the Internet anyway.
My computer runs fine, and the borrowed desktop monitor is serving its purpose.
My car still gets me from point A to point B. I really like it, anyway.
My job really is pretty good, I have great benefits and I love working with the children.
My computer is a little dated and the backlight is out, so I need to replace it (the computer), right?
My car has 130,000 miles on it, needs a few repairs, and doesn't get the gas mileage I'd like. Time to trade in, don't ya think?
Most of my friends are married and have children. Shouldn't I be finding that "special some one"?
My job isn't what I want it to be...time to consider a career change?
"You shall not covet [desire] your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor's." (Exodus 20:17, ESV) You shall not desire the new 4th gen iPhone; you shall not desire a new Macbook, a different car, a husband/family, or anything that is not yours.
Pastor Dave made an interesting observation in his teaching yesterday. He said that the first commandment ("You shall have no other gods before me") and the last ("You shall not covet...") form bookends around the remaining eight commandments. Think about it...when we desire that which we do not have, then we are placing undue value on that object, making it a god. I've walked a slippery path recently, one I thought I was doing good at avoiding. Unfortunately, it's a slippery path. I've even justified my journey on this path with scripture. I want to be married. I want a husband who will love me and whom I can love. I want children who will learn to love God. I want companionship, leadership, and all the things that come with being married. I want this so much, it has clouded my thinking for a few weeks. I've found myself pulling away from friends who are married, even as I watch how godly husbands lead and love their families. I've found myself sinking into a bit of a depression and self-pity because I do not have that which I THINK I need. I've placed marriage before me as an idol, instead of focusing on the relationships I have and need to grow--including (and most importantly) my relationship with God.
My old cell phone works just fine. I really don't need to be constantly connected to the Internet anyway.
My computer runs fine, and the borrowed desktop monitor is serving its purpose.
My car still gets me from point A to point B. I really like it, anyway.
My job really is pretty good, I have great benefits and I love working with the children.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Convicted
One question many, if not all, employers ask on applications or during the interview process is "Have you ever been convicted of a crime other than traffic violations?" We hear of (in)famous people being tried and/or convicted of serious crimes on a regular basis. We may have sat on a jury that convicted someone, or personally know of a person(s) who has been convicted. What does "convicted" mean? In the realm of jurisprudence, it means being found guilty of wrongdoing. However, for the Christian, the meaning takes a slightly different slant. For us, it means that God is revealing to us those areas in which we fall short of His perfect standard. He is declaring us "guilty" of sin. But, we have a hope and can rest assured on His promise: Jesus Christ came to save us from a sentence of eternal death. Jesus alone can declare us "NOT guilty" by His sacrifice on the cross. Jesus alone offers us an eternal life sentence: Life everlasting with Him--if we but believe in Him.
As I attend the Summit revival services, I have realized (after only two days) of my deep need for Him as my Savior and Lord. He has begun to reveal those places in my life where I am falling short--and they are many, it seems. One of the handouts asks us to circle answers to questions about our spiritual lives. I didn't even fill it out because I realized just how far I've strayed from Him. He's revealed the root cause of these things, and I don't like it. The root cause of the frustration, anxiety, discouragement, and even despair in my life is this: my unwillingness to surrender ALL that I am and all that I have to Him. Some things go back years; I've laid blame on these things on other people or made excuses.
It's not an easy thing to be convicted, but if we know Christ, it is a freeing thing. Once we feel the weight of conviction, we have two options. We can either acknowledge the conviction and fall on our knees in repentence and accept the grace that God freely offers OR we can ignore it and go on as usual, blaming others and feeling alone and afraid. I have chosen to repent and accept grace. I know there is a long road ahead. Some of the consequences of my sins will be with me for a long time. But, I also am accepting the grace to move on and turn away from that old life. Paul tells us that we are new creations in Christ, that the old is gone and the new has come.
I'll take a moment to be honest about a couple of things. First, I don't think all my shortcomings have been revealed all at once. And second, I'm scared. I don't like giving up control (agh, another place I fall short!). I like to know what is going to happen, when, how, and what steps I need to take to get there. When we walk with Christ, however, we oftentimes get the next step and that is it. So, my next step is the first step. Will you join me?
As I attend the Summit revival services, I have realized (after only two days) of my deep need for Him as my Savior and Lord. He has begun to reveal those places in my life where I am falling short--and they are many, it seems. One of the handouts asks us to circle answers to questions about our spiritual lives. I didn't even fill it out because I realized just how far I've strayed from Him. He's revealed the root cause of these things, and I don't like it. The root cause of the frustration, anxiety, discouragement, and even despair in my life is this: my unwillingness to surrender ALL that I am and all that I have to Him. Some things go back years; I've laid blame on these things on other people or made excuses.
It's not an easy thing to be convicted, but if we know Christ, it is a freeing thing. Once we feel the weight of conviction, we have two options. We can either acknowledge the conviction and fall on our knees in repentence and accept the grace that God freely offers OR we can ignore it and go on as usual, blaming others and feeling alone and afraid. I have chosen to repent and accept grace. I know there is a long road ahead. Some of the consequences of my sins will be with me for a long time. But, I also am accepting the grace to move on and turn away from that old life. Paul tells us that we are new creations in Christ, that the old is gone and the new has come.
I'll take a moment to be honest about a couple of things. First, I don't think all my shortcomings have been revealed all at once. And second, I'm scared. I don't like giving up control (agh, another place I fall short!). I like to know what is going to happen, when, how, and what steps I need to take to get there. When we walk with Christ, however, we oftentimes get the next step and that is it. So, my next step is the first step. Will you join me?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Ongoing Transformation
The current sermon series is entitled "renew." Pastor Dave is discussing Romans 12 leading up to Palm Sunday and a time of corporate renewal. I'm excited about the series. I like renewal. I like being refreshed in my walk with God. I need renewal. I need God to illuminate and uncover those areas I have shoved to the back burner or under the rug--the back burner those things which I know I ought to do, and under the rug those things that I do that I know I shouldn't (see Romans 7). This is not a fun process, to say the least. At the end of the day, I am fully aware of missed targets and missed opportunities. It is easy to become burdened with these, day in and day out. But the good news is this: our transformation (Rom. 12:1-2) is an ONGOING process (church term: sanctification--the process of being made holy). We need not be worried about changing over night. Some may testify to instant changes in habits, addictions, etc., and these do happen. Some may testify to marriages saved, difficult situations made easier, or physical healings overnight--these do happen. However, if you asked most believers, they would say that these things took time filled with successes and failures. Paul tells us in Philippians 1 that "[God] began a good work in you will bring to completion at the day of Jesus Christ." This good work is sanctification. We live in a microwave society--we want good, quality product NOW. We nuke our food, swipe our plastic, and go on our way to the next thing on our list, filling our days with things that don't matter much in the end. But Christianity isn't like that. Our relationship with Christ is a long journey, step by (sometimes painful) step until the "day of Jesus Christ." Good things take time to complete. I have friends who are rennovating a house. They bought the house this past summer (July). The rennovations did not happen overnight. Seven months later, they still have work to do before they can move in. But, the changes are dramatic. They are good changes. When they do move in, they will know the satisfaction of a job well done. So it is with our lives when we walk this journey with Christ. He takes the dirty, ugly lives we once lived (apart from Him) and transforms us from the inside out. He alone can change our hearts. He alone can fill those voids left by drugs, abuse, or countless other things. He alone can fill us with joy, love, peace.
As we go throughout this day, week, month, year, may we remember that Jesus Christ alone has the power to transform us; that He alone has offered the perfect sacrifice that we may be made holy. May we remember that each day is not just a chance to "get it right," but rather a chance to let Him work in us until He returns.
As we go throughout this day, week, month, year, may we remember that Jesus Christ alone has the power to transform us; that He alone has offered the perfect sacrifice that we may be made holy. May we remember that each day is not just a chance to "get it right," but rather a chance to let Him work in us until He returns.
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