Anonymous No More

Anonymous . . . that was my friend . . . that was until something happened that changed everything . . . but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let me begin by telling you that I recently heard a sermon in which a man of God mentioned that everyone, at one time or another, goes through an identity crisis. All of us wonder who we really are, what purpose our life is to have in the big scheme of things and how in the world we are to fulfill that purpose. This need of identity has taken many a man on a journey that has offered endless challenges and remarkably, the search often has no boundary of time.

As a young man my friend watched as others around him were lead through trying times by God-fearing, faithful men of our community. Most grew up to mirror the beliefs that they had been taught but, as they say, my friend was cut from a different cloth. The talk around town was that he chose to break the mirror and do things his own way. Soon, wherever my friend went he was met with ridicule and rejection as he sought to carve out his own identity of choice.

Over time bitterness, resentment and anger grew within him. Without actually realizing it he allowed this darkness to define who he would become. Seeing no other way out he chose a life that would eventually lead him to his very own pit of hell. Empty and lonely were his last days on this earth for yes, sadly, judgement came as it always does and my friend's sentence was to die for his transgressions.

As he hung there, two other men hung along side of him. One, just as evil as himself, but the other man was different. For reasons unknown, the man in the middle was being punished for things that he didn't do. We wondered then why in the world he didn't shout curses to those who had mistreated him with such vile hatred in their hearts or at the very least what kept him from declaring his innocence. But as my friend watched these things unfold - as he heard this man express only tenderness for the mother that he was leaving behind - as this man sought merciful forgiveness for the barbarians who betrayed him - my friend's heart melted. No further explanation was needed - I could see that my friend knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this man was, indeed, the Christ of God, the Chosen One.

It was then that my friend's identity became clear . . . it was then that he knew that he had been chosen by God to be an example for the rest of us who - even unto the last moments of your life - have the opportunity to accept Jesus as your very own Christ.

Anonymous no more. Something happened to change everything . . . and with the promise of Paradise before him, my friend died knowing that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him.

May you realize fully God's touch on your life as something happens to you which changes everything.
Amen and amen.
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The Perfect Gift

As I recall the Christmas' of my youth my remembrances drift back to special moments that are forever etched into my heart. I was born into a family of hard working parents who did everything they could, with meager means, to create special moments for my sisters and I. My father could never bring himself to say 'no' to any of his girls so when my mother's heart was moved to surprise one of us, Daddy rarely raised any serious objections.

Christmas tradition in our home included midnight mass, followed by a Christmas morning that brought with it gifts that we came to expect . . . a new flannel nightgown and a brand new baby doll. To this day I can remember the smell of those dolls and still, if by chance I come into contact with something that has that same smell, it takes me right back to those special times.

But I recall one particular Christmas that was more than just a bit out of the ordinary. Oh, don't get me wrong, we opened packages with extra soft pajamas in them and then there was the usual (instant) bonding that brought that baby doll into our hearts but on this particular Christmas with all the gifts unwrapped, I remember my father directing me to go into the cellar to bring a tool up for him. Although I don't remember whether or not I jumped at the chance to be obedient . . . my guess is that I didn't . . . I have a vivid recollection of going down the stairs and there finding a wonderful surprise waiting just for me to discover . . . it was a beautiful, red bicycle with my name on it. Isn't it simply amazing that the Lord allows us to capture and recall memories that become even sweeter with time.

Special, yes, but what about those Christmas' . . . or for that matter, what about those ordinary days in which it becomes a challenge to see any gifts at all coming our way?

As I pondered this reality I was lead to Psalm 119. There in the center of the Bible you find words that cause you to open up your heart to know that the only true and lasting gift that we have in this world is the Word of God. Scripture is our gift from God . . . at Christmas or on any given day. John tells us that "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." John later recounts that Jesus tells Nicodemus "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son." . . . Christ, the Word, is our gift and there isn't any power on this earth that can overcome the Power of that Truth.

In Psalm 131 of God's Word we find the author talking about being a content baby. In all the hustle and bustle of the holiday season I pray that you will take a moment and sit quietly with God. Allow Him to stir your heart as He impresses His love upon you. Know His presence. Enjoy the joy you feel - no matter what your earthly circumstances are - enjoy Him . . . for ultimately He is the Gift that you will recall and honestly be able to say "I love my life". Not because of 'stuff' but because of the fullness of pleasure that He provides.

Father God, I give you thanks - simple as it is. I, like the little drummer boy, have nothing to give to you other than my heart but I give it to you Father . . . freely and wholly . . . and as I do this in your presence, I shout praises of glory and honor to the Gift you have so generously provided . . . for HE IS WORTHY!

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I Love YOU Lord

Have you ever wondered how in the world it is possible for us - mere mortals - to bless God? I've wondered that very thing myself but as I understand it, the literal meaning of the Hebrew word bless is 'to kneel' . . . so therefore, in our act of blessing God we are kneeling our souls before Him in worship and gratitude.

As I posture myself before Him I have to stop in my humanness and ask "But do I love Jesus . . . do I worship HIM . . . or do I love the gifts that he so freely gives to me?" It's easy enough to melt the two together and stir them up as though they were one but take a moment with me, if you will, and separate the two . . .
He is worthy of my worship because He is my Creator. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Him.
He is not only loving but He IS love . . . and He tells us that nothing is more important in all the universe than love.
He willingly sacrificed Himself so that He and I could spend eternity - ETERNITY - together.
He is powerful, compassionate, merciful and forgiving.
How grateful I am that that He is slow to get angry with me, He doesn't punish me as I deserve and He is willing to ERASE my sins from His memory.
Oh, and yes, He is generous - providing for my every need. My heart beats because of Him. He fills my lungs with air and each tiny cell of my body, however aging, works in perfect rhythm because of Him. I have, because He provides.

Not long after I was first married I remember asking my new husband why it was that he loved me. Nearly 40 years later I can tell you that whatever his specific comments were back then they were fleeting but isn't it wonderful that even though 'life happens', the love that my God has for me - even after my 56+ years on this earth - has NEVER wavered. He loved me when He created me and loves me even today. He has never disappointed me, turned His back on me nor abandoned me. His desire is for me to stay on this path of rightousness - for His name's sake.

Glory be to the Lamb for He IS worthy of my love for HIM!
I love YOU Lord. Bless your Holy Name.
Amen and amen.
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Basking

There are times in our lives when we are called to help carry the burden of others in order that they might be blessed . . . or even survive a situation. We feel helpless for we realize quickly that our wisdom falls short, we have no power and we aren't in control. But oh, what an ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh moment it is when we finally turn to the One - the only One - in whom we are able to find consolation and strength.

Turn and bask . . . nourish a longing in your heart for God - the God of the Universe who is all powerful - all knowing - and completely willing to step in to help you.
He has enough love to give.
He has enough power to manage whatever is going on.
He is willing and He is able.

Nourishment that fills us, sustains us and heals us.
Sometimes it's a longing to know more about Him.
Sometimes it's a longing to sit quietly with Him (on the couch, if you will) and just enjoy His presence.
Sometimes it's a longing to carry on a conversation with Him.
Sometimes it's a longing to slow dance with Him (like you've never slow danced before!).
Sometimes it's a longing to show Him off to the world that's standing on the sidelines watching.
Whether you're taking the time to bask in His strength, in His wisdom, in His loving compassion or in His reassurance, the secret is to desire Him as a bride desires her bridegroom.
Stop the busyness - stop the thoughts that draw you away from Him.
Settle your mind on Him - basking in the closeness and love that is nourishing you.
Bask in knowing His desire is to be everything you want and need.
Then give thanks for He IS the answer to every burden . . . He IS your strength to go on.

Jesus, as we bask in who You are to us, may we be comforted in knowing that You are all that we will ever need.
Father, may it be so for I ask it in the Name that is above all names, Jesus the Christ.
Amen and amen.
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More Than Just A Song

Ahhhhhhh, blessed assurance, the calm of one who has given careful and joyful reflection of God's work on his behalf.
Ahhhhhhh, blessed assurance, a place of serenity spoken of in the old hymn.
Ahhhhhhh, blessed assurance, a place where you realize fully that Jesus IS all that you need.

But wait, if you're anything like me, you've experienced those times in life when your journey to this place of tranquility is clouded along the way with cares and distractions. We become spent and exhausted . . . or at the very least unsure of where we are at the moment. We've allowed clouds to become hurdles in our lifelong climb upward to Zion . . . our very own Promised Land. Our vision can become obstructed and how often we miss opportunities we're given to simply rest along the way. These resting moments, which are meant to be plateaus in our journey, can provide a panoramic view of the landscape around us . . . a time in which we can catch our breath and wait upon the Lord. A time in which we can marvel that He has indeed led us up out of the deep canyons below and given us clear vision of the hope of our future. AWESOME!

I beleive that I am now on such a plateau. Initially I had no idea what was going on. Quickly I became uneasy about this unusual place of calm but as my surroundings became clear to me I began to consider that I've probably been in this place before and just never realized it. How blessed am I that the Lord, through His loving Word, directed me to see my way with new revelation and insight. As I was lead to Psalm 33, how blessed I was to see clearly that my God IS alive and working in my life. Through His Word, God provided fresh revelation of His presence as the Lamp unto my feet and the Light unto my path. Hallelujah!

I've learned that life on the plateau brings with it several things:
~ It allows you an opportunity to catch your breath.
~ It gives you a chance to give thanks for the trials and tests that have been used to bring you closer to Him.
~ It gives you a chance to rest in His presence - the calm place where you can clearly hear His whispers of love to you.
~ A place where you are able to enlarge your view of His power and grace, and through that process become even more intimate with Him.
~ A place of blessed assurance that is used to fortify you for the journey ahead - for before you can be strong enough to move on from there, growth must occur. You can't live on the plateau forever . . . you must, in His perfect timing, continue on the journey that will allow His purpose in your life to be fulfilled.

Initially I was 'fearful' as I wondered what catastrophe could be coming my way in the future. What in the world does God have planned for me that may present overwhelming challenges in my life. But that's when I heard Him whisper to me . . . "remember My child, as I have written in Hebrews 13:5 Never will I leave you; Never will I forsake you. I love you with an everlasting love that is exceedingly, abundantly more than you can ever ask for or imagine."

Simplicity at it's finest. After asking for His forgiveness of my narrow mindedness I realized that once AGAIN He was teaching me, as in months past, that I must TRUST Him. So, as I consider the bravery of one who, without hesitation, would say, "So what's the worst that could happen - for my God is with me", I rejoice in the blessed assurance that Jesus IS, in fact, all that I have ever needed - He is all that I need right at this very moment - AND He is all that that I will EVER need going into my future.

Thank You, Jesus, for being on this plateau with me. Draw me close to you, Lord, I pray for I am weak and helpless without you. Thank You, Jesus, for the blessed assurance that with You by my side I KNOW that all things are possible. Through my life may Your Glory be known, for I ask it now in Your powerful name, Jesus.
Father, may it be so.
Amen and amen.
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Nothing New Under The Sun

Have you ever taken a person from Scripture and tried to wear their shoes? Take Mephibosheth for example. Surely you know who I'm referring to - oh, you know him, he's the man who lived in Jerusalem. Not a clue, huh? Well, how about this, he was the man who lived in Jerusalem and was lame in both feet. Still nothing? Well then, let me tell you about this man with whom I can relate.

Mephibosheth was a man with a dream. His life as Jonathan's son, and King Saul's grandson was all laid out ahead of him . . . that is until life happened. In what must have seemed like an instant, his family was gone and David was crowned the new reigning King.

Being dethroned I can relate to.

His life now was one in which he was shunned and rejected and cast aside by everyone who knew him. Once a patriarch, it tells us in 2 Samuel 9:8 that he now considered himself to be a 'stray dog'. He was undoubtedly struggling with the age old problem of poor self- esteem.

Been there, done that!!

But then one day - out of the blue - He was summoned to appear before the King. As strange as it may seem I can imagine the fears that must have gripped him as he shuffled and stammered his way into the King's presence . . . he entered . . . only to find out that the King's plan was to honor him. To treat him like one of the royal family and ultimately invite him to eat at the King's table. The King was willing to ignore whatever had happened in the past and take him just as he was . . . lame feet and all !

Does THAT sound familiar? . . . yep, it does to me too!

Well, mystery solved and isn't it amazing that God used our mystery man to teach us, through David's act of kindness, about His incredible grace. And although it's been thousands of years since He purposed Mephibosheth's life to inherit a life of royalty, He continues that honor even now through those who humble themselves before His Son.

Father God, I thank You for the trials that You've seen me through for surely they have brought me to Your Throne. You have honored me with a Kinship that is beyond my ability to fathom and I thank you for that. I pray that others will be willing to find someone that You've planted within Scriptures that will help them to see your unquestionable faithfulness!

Father, may it be so, for I ask it in the name of your precious Son, Jesus the Christ.
Amen and amen.
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Use Me, Lord

I struggled this month, as I suspect many of you did, as to whether or not I should participate in the annual event that brings little people (well, mostly little) to your door in the great hope that you will give them some of your candy . . . Halloween. The age old question . . . should Christians participate?

Well for me, my rest came as I was prompted with the idea to give out something that would bring Jesus into the lives of the Trick or Treaters, and their families, who stopped by at my door. Although I wasn't beaming with inspiration as to how to make that happen, I figured that the Lord gave me this idea so I would rely on Him to make it come to fruition. A couple of days passed and then true to His promise that is written in Philippians 1:6 "He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Christ Jesus", in the 11th hour I found myself lead to visit to our local Christian bookstore. Silly me, I thought that I was just there to look around and use the 30% off coupon that was burning a whole in my pocket but no . . . just by co-ink-e-dink (not) . . . what do you suppose was displayed right in the main aisle of the store as I entered? You got it . . . bags of 'Jesus lollipops' that came with a card that spoke of Him!!!!! Hallelujah, an answer to prayer!

So there I sat, on my front steps . . . with all 64 of my Jesus lollipops attached to cards . . . right along side of my daughter - who quite by co-ink-e-dink (not) - isn't a believer. Initially she questioned me about giving out my 'treats' but with the Lord in control of this evening even she let go of her apprehension! As she and I came together to give out our treats, the Lord gave us the opportunity to spend some quality time together and she could see me not as a 'fanatic Christian' who, as pastor mentioned this morning, might stand leaning up against the Cross while looking down on unbelievers but rather as someone who warmly brings Christ to others. What a blessing it is to know that He will use our time together to bring glory to His name!

But the crown jewel of the evening came as one particular group of kids arrived. Three or four of them came chasing up to us with their bags at the ready and immediately they ran off to scope out the next house that they could run toward. But lagging behind just a bit was a little girl who had quietly opened her bag for us. It was obvious to us that this little girl had Downs Syndrome but one thing stood out to us about this precious child . . . it was she who - with somewhat garbled speech - repeatedly said 'thank you'. As she returned to her mother's side it was my daughter who commented that this little girl, who had far less to be thankful for in life, was the only one in that group who thought to say thank you. One little girl brought the light of Christ's goodness into our lives. And with that I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that our participation in the evening festivities was at His direction.

How about you? Has the Lord used you to bring the light of Christ into someone's life? Maybe someone who doesn't want to hear the words but can't help but see His Glory for themselves? Ask Him to . . . there's a world of people with whom He'll have the opportunity to use you!

Father God, in Your goodness and mercy I pray that each of us will be willing to be used by you to bring glory to Your name.
Father, may it be so, in Jesus' name I pray.
Amen and amen.
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Today's Giggle

Years ago I had a 'Day at a Glance' calendar that was called "Live and Learn and Pass It On". That year I was presented with many insightful thoughts that proved to be priceless . . . for example . . .
"I've learned that no matter what you do in life . . . Mom always finds out about it." YIKES!
and . . .
"I've learned that it's better to try to fix a problem than to spend all of your time finding out who caused it." Lesson learned!
AND . . .
"I've learned that the dashing young knight
on his snow-white steed
who was going to ride into my life and sweep me off of my feet . . . . . .
has apparently gotten lost in the forest."
THAT one is my all-time favorite!! LOL

Well, today I would like to add my very own 'Live and Learn and Pass it On' to the mix . . . .
"I've learned that if you open a bag of Gertrude Hawk Smidgens
it's likely that you'll eat every last one of them in a single sitting . . . BUT . . .
if you open a bag of dried plums it's likely that you'll be blessed with all the self-control that you'll ever need!
Fruit of the Spirit is an awesome thing! (no pun intended)

Thank You, Lord, for your gift of grace!
Amen and amen.
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Baby Steps

Several years ago there was a popular movie out called "What About Bob?" The storyline revolved around a man who was surprised to find that his life was manageable when he took 'baby steps'. Baby steps allowed this germ-a-phobic man to leave his apartment, ride a bus and develop meaningful relationships. I laughed my way through many of the ridiculous things he encountered all because I saw myself wearing his shoes. Slow transitions or jumping right in, the Lord made some people to be grand leapers in life . . . but me He made to be a baby stepper.

I look back on the last year of my life and I realize that I've devoted a lot of time to this blog. The Lord has worked in and through me to expose my heart in ways that I didn't even know was possible. I've been more honest and open than I ever realized that I could be and thankfully He has helped me take the baby steps needed for my growth in drawing close to Him.

Right now I'm feeling like I'm being taken on a new journey - one that I'll admit scares me a bit because I'm being stretched. Thankfully this journey outside of my box is in the loving tradition of the baby steps that typically bring me comfort but all the while my heart aches a bit because I'm drifting ever so slightly from the friendships that I've come to cherish. I dearly miss the ease with which I've written in the past. I'm missing the long emails that sought answers to many tough questions about God but while I allow myself this sentimental tug at my heart I know deep within me that I'm where God wants me to be.

My mentor told me the other day that the dash that appears between your date of birth and your date of death represents your life and one day we will stand before the Lord and have to give account for what we did with that dash. He gave us gifts and abilities and blessings that He intends for us to use to bring glory to His name. I pray that when I stand before Him this time of stretching will prove to be a gem in my crown.

Thank You, Jesus, for staying with me every step of the way - every baby step of the way.
I love You, Lord.
Father, it is in the blessed name of Your Son, Jesus, that I give You all honor and glory.
Amen and amen.
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Prayers

I've been thinking a lot about prayers today. My prayer board here at home is filled with names of people who in some way or another need Christ to touch their lives and leave behind on them the Divine imprint of His love. Because the needs seem to be endless, some days the 'if only' thoughts begin to mount.
If only we could convince our children to surrender their lives to Jesus.
If only our schools would allow songs of praises to the Lord.
If only we could gather at work to pray for the well-being of our company and co-workers.
If only we loved the Lord as much as He loves us.

This morning I was reminded that His love endures forever - FOREVER - in good times and in bad. No matter what the situation entails, He is both willing and able to make the difference that is needed in our lives . . .
because of who He is
because of His great love for us
because of His immeasurable wisdom
because of His mighty power
because of His faithfulness to keep His promises
because of His generosity
because of His compassion and mercy
because of His Holiness
because of His majesty
He is the Alpha and the Omega
He is the Bread of Life
His is the Living Water
He IS the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
~ you cannot DO enough - you cannot BE enough - to earn what He has given His life to give us.

The needs around us truly are endless . . . and what you focus on ultimately consumes you . . . so we need to live like the Leper and the Centurian in Matthew 8 . . . the Leper knew that if Jesus was willing (which, of course, He was) He could make him clean and the Centurian knew that Jesus only needed to speak and long distance healing would take place. Never once did either of them say "I know Lord that you're willing and able to help me BUT! How often my prayers are laced with 'buts'. How often I give more consideration to the problem than to the power of the one who is the ultimate answer!

Jesus IS willing.
Jesus IS able.
Let us give great thanks for His enduring love.
Let us give great thanks for He is the answer to every prayer that we've ever had - or ever will have.
Father, Your willingness to listen as we cry out to you in prayer is second only to your ability to provide the best possible answer to our prayers. In the powerful name of Jesus we give You our undying praises, for only You are worthy.
Amen and amen.
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Seasons Change

I've heard it preached that "You're either in the midst of a valley, you're just coming out of a valley or you're about to go into one." Well, I don't know about you but my tendency at this point is to cover my ears - loudly scream "la la la la la" - and do everything within my own power to protect the beauty that is seen from my rose colored glasses!

And yet, as we soon learn, the truth is we have no power to control our time in the valleys. A valley, which is never easy, comes whether or not we want it to and whether or not we're ready for it. There are times when you can see it as you approach its rim. You tote along with you your shortcomings that can be used by the enemy to ease you down into this valley. A cord of pain that has bitterness, anger and unforgiveness woven within it. You even remember the struggles of friends who have been there before you and yet you, in and of yourself, are powerless to overcome the descent.

Your time in the valley is a season - it's a 'Saturday Season'. You've experienced a Friday . . . a loss. Maybe it was the loss of a loved one, or a marriage, your health, your purpose or even your innocence. Your 'Saturday Season' in the valley is time spent reacting to that loss. Faced with a dry heart you have memories, good and bad, that haunt you. Your desire to isolate yourself from every good thing brings with it a loneliness that overwhelms you. You are powerless to overcome a despair that has a close kinship to depression.

BUT, for the children of God, mercy and grace abound for they know that SUNDAY IS ON THE HORIZON! Just as the Father, GOD ALMIGHTY, displayed His great power and love in bringing Christ back from His Saturday Season in the pit of Hell, He too willingly moves us out of our valley, our pit of Hell, into a glorious 'Sunday Season'.

Often I remember the story told in Matthew 8:1-4 in which a man who lived in the Valley of Lepers longed to venture out of his Saturday Season so kneeling before Christ he spoke from the depths of his heart saying "If You are willing, You can make me clean." And, of course, with abundant mercy, Christ eagerly reached down into the Leper's valley and pulling him up out said to him, "I am willing. Be clean." And as it is written "Immediately" the dawn of Sunday morning overtook the darkness of the Saturday Season. HALLELUJAH - Can you hear this man's voice shake with joy as he shouts his undying praise of God's goodness and grace?

We are no different than the leper. Our valleys are no less ominous but as we share in the brotherhood of his suffering, so too do we share in the beauty of Christ's cleansing power! Rescue - Recovery - Restoration - Liberation - Freedom - JOY in and because of our Lord.

Father God, we realize and accept the fact that from time to time we will encounter valleys but all the while we look toward those times - not with fear and trepidation - but rather with full confidence in Your mercy and Your power and Your grace. There isn't one of us who would ask for time spent in the valleys but knowing that You will never leave us or forsake us we are lead to face our future with pure hope. May we always approach Your Throne of Grace with an attitude of gratitude that brings pleasure to You.

Father may it be so . . .in Jesus’ name I pray.
Amen and amen.
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Displaying God's Glory

Have you ever noticed that creativity and a positive spirit go hand in hand? Could that be because each of us have been given a spirit to create and in doing so we display God's Glory?

I've heard some people say that they don't have a creative bone in their body and to those people I say . . . pooie! To them I say that it is written in Genesis 1:27 "So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him." Thus the connection to the positive spirit . . . and when creativity is put in that light, endless possibilities explode . . . for who, more than God Himself, is creative!

Take a moment now to imagine that you're standing out in the middle of an open field. The sky above you has never been more perfect in color or clarity. Stars begin to emerge and the hint of moonlight is on the horizon. A soft breeze brings peace and comfort to your spirit. Off into the distance you hear the soft chatter of God's creatures as they thank Him for the provisions of their day. You realize the variety of color around you and you're overwhelmed by the possibilities that are presented. You begin to allow your mind to ponder God's creativity in the sounds you hear, the smells that excite you and the beauty that is all around you. God's Glory is His gift of love to you.

The creativity that is within us is no different. It's merely an expression of God's love that comes out in endless forms. There are those that are apparent to us - such as beautiful music that moves us to treasure a moment or graceful dancing that flows without effort but to those of us who can't carry a tune in a basket, or who don't express themselves openly, there are other ways in which God's creativity becomes obvious. It is there that we may find creative thoughts that are patented to make our lives easier . . . like a round wheel or the strange workings of indoor plumbing! What freedom and passion there is in allowing the creative juices to flow within us. Whatever the venue, we are allowed to outwardly express whatever it was that God put in us to enjoy. We are made to breathe life into and exhibit the full potential that God planned for our lives. How can any of us tell God that He didn't give us that gift.

But just as you might expect . . . even the gift of creativity runs head long into our responsibility to make good choices. Yes, God has given each of us our own degree of creativity but it is our choice as to whether or not we will use it . . . and if used, our choice comes in using it to declare His Glory or go the way of the world. I'm never more alive than when I'm permitting God to express His Glory through me. No matter the venue - God's Glory expressed through us is beauty that can be seen and heard and enjoyed.

Father, to the fullest, You are the Beauty that is within us. We seek now the help of the Holy Spirit to excite the nature within us which will allow our creative spirit to explode into a full display of Your Glory.

Father, may it be so, for it is in Jesus' name we pray.
Amen and amen.
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The Radiant Bridegroom

What do you think the chances are that it's merely a co-ink-e-dink that we are given the opportunity to see God's Glory every time we look to the heavens. There we are, utterly amazed by the power of the sun as it faithfully breaks forth through the darkness each day or when it lingers to become a treasured memory through an awe inspiring sunset. In Psalm 19:5 it is written "God has made a home in the heavens for the sun. It burst forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding." WOW - is there any more powerful imagery than that! Whether your mind is drawn back to the memories of your own wedding night long ago or maybe you have a hope for such a blessed event in your future - no matter your marital status - if your heart is one with the Lord - you can appreciate fully the gift of God's message to us in this Psalm.

Time spent reflecting on the sun . . . its location, its power, its faithfulness . . . not to mention its effect on us . . . all of this lends itself to an incredible comparison to Jesus - the Son who sits in the heavenlies, endued with all power, mighty is His radiance of peace, joy and oh, the magnificence of His glory . . . not to mention the effect His righteous has on us. He is the silent type and yet He is known throughout the world. Nothing can hide His life giving nature as He overrules the darkness . . . with Him our way becomes clear. His warmth is indescribably soothing as it engulfs our every sense. Our desire is to linger and allow His brilliance to inspire us, to fill us - just as it did for Moses when he glowed with the radiance of God's glory. More desirable than gold - sweeter than the nectar of honey. Is it any wonder that we can't live without the light of the sun/Son!

And yet in our humanness that sun/Son is sometimes blocked out. When I was a kid my mother taught my sisters and I the 'joys' of old fashioned housecleaning - the kind that required us to strip the room of it's clutter and crud. Down on our hands and knees, while applying 'elbow grease', we were able to reach the far corners to bring about a new freshness. To this day I am amazed at the power that vinegar has to bring about brilliance to a window that has been cleaned in anticipation of the sun's rays. Rarely were we thrilled to start the job but oh, the pleasure that it brought when every corner was clean and the fragrance of newness filled the air. Psalm 19 encourages us to do the same thing . . . houseclean, endure the vinegar . . . so that the light of the Son can shine through into our lives. We are encouraged to seek the Son daily . . . to use the feather duster, if you will, so that the the chore of housecleaning is simplified. Go to Him on your knees, seek His light and ask that He expose both dust bunnies and crud that has built up in the corners of your heart. In this you too will know the joy and radiance of the Bridegroom!

As the Psalmist concludes his thoughts, I come in agreement with the prayer he wrote in Psalm 19:14 "May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to You, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Father, may it be so . . . in Jesus name I pray.
Amen and amen.
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What's In A Name?

Awhile back I went through a study of the names of God. While I don't profess to be an expert on the subject, I do acknowledge fully the depth of intimacy that this study has afforded me. I must confess that the thought of writing about such things here makes me want to run the other way . . . who am I to think that I could offer anyone insight into God's names or His very nature! But openly I confess that this blogging wasn't my idea - and rarely are my own thoughts recorded -rather, it is powered by the Holy Spirit - so this morning as I'm feeling lead to mention this subject, please know that I am humbled that He would use me in such a way. I can only pray that He will help you to see Himself in a new light . . . in spite of me.

So . . . where to even begin. Scripture tells us that God has many names . . . and, of course, one in particular is my favorite . . . but our God is a God of order so I concede to His leading.
~ It seems proper to mention Yahweh first
. . . Above all . . . the Great I AM
~ We sing of Adonai. In this He is our Master . . . our LORD
. . . What He declares to be true is true indeed
~ El Elyon . . . His Majesty, the King
~ Elohim . . . Our Creator. Powerful beyond understanding
~ El Shaddai . . . Almighty God. All that we ever need
. . . Plenty enough
~ Jehovah Jireh . . . is Our Provider
~ Jehovah Rophe . . . Our Healer
~ Jehovah Nissi . . . is our Banner
. . . Boldly we declare our utter dependency on Him
~ Jehovah Shalom . . . He is our Comfort, our Rest, our Peace
~ Jehovah Rohi . . . The Lord is our Shepherd
. . . gently guiding us along the way
~ Jehovah Mekadesh . . . He is the One who sanctifies us
. . . Growing us, stretching us, molding us
~ Jehovah Tsidkenu . . . Our Righteousness
. . . Without Him we are nothing short of evil
~ Jehovah Shammah . . . He is with us - always!
And ~ El Qanna . . . He is our Jealous God. Jealous? Isn't that odd. Never do I remember my mother telling me that being 'jealous' was a good thing and yet in Deut 4:24 it is written, "For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God." And in Zechariah 8:2 "This is what the LORD Almighty says: I am very jealous for Zion. I am burning with jealousy for her". And, of course, in Exodus 34:14 it specifically says "Do not worship any other god, for the LORD, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God." WOW - His very name is Jealous. Who knew that my mother could be wrong!

Well, luckily my time of study with the Truth Project has provided sufficient insight into this quandary. What I learned was that there are two types of jealousy. If you will . . . a good one and a bad one. The bad one is born out of our humanness - our greed. It says, 'you have something that I want and I hate you because you have it.' This one calls us away from God. The good one, on the other hand, is a zeal that arises within us when sin threatens a covenant relationship. This one draws you closer to God for He is jealous when our sin threatens our covenant relationship with Him.

How incredible is it that God loves us that much. He is actually jealous that we allow sin to enter our lives. How often we think so flippantly of sin. We feel badly about it, yes, but how often do we actually consider that it has separated us from God. If you listen closely you can almost hear Him as He calls out your name . . . calling you back to Himself. It seems to have such a lonely tone to it, don't you agree? Jealous - I love it that my God is a jealous God.
I LOVE EL QANNA!!!

Father, my heart, my cup, overflows with the goodness of Your names. I am overwhelmed by the sacrifice that Jesus made for ME. Thank You so much for providing us with the insight into your very nature. Your pureness and generosity simply amaze me. I pray that you will use this brief teaching to bring about Your great Glory.
Father, may it be so . . . In Jesus name I pray.
Amen and amen.
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DNI

Have you ever gone into one of your local retail stores and noticed signs hanging all around that read 'DNI'? On the outside chance that you were the least bit curious about these signs I'll share with you my not-so-vast knowledge of the retail business . . . DNI means 'Do Not Inventory'. Typically, an annual event in stores, the daunting task of taking inventory, while vitally important, can overwhelm even the most seasoned veteran of the business. Today as I delved further into my study of the great adventure of prayer I was challenged to take an inventory of my prayer life. YIKES - talk about a daunting task.

So, ok . . . I'm a Christian. I pray . . . but if I'm honest and compare my hearts desire to pray with the quantity and quality of actual time in prayer, I quickly realize that I am comparing apples to oranges. I confess that I'm tempted to hang up my own DNI sign and quickly move on but then I feel a tug at my side that encourages me to be still and finish the job.

How my heart longs to endlessly sit with the Lord and ponder His majesty. My mind yearns to contemplate the One who created me . . . the same One that made the oceans stop at their shoreline and brought the sun up again this morning. My ears are eager to listen for the still small voice within me that faithfully says 'I love you, Bonnie' but all the while I must confess that the pain in my back or the weight of my world has a way of winning out. How many days my good intentions turn into time lost. How many nights I sit and wonder . . . so what was it that was so important that it took my time and attention away from the very One that provides for my every need and sustains me and protects me and refreshes me and . . . well, you get the idea.

In Matthew 25:21 it is written, "Well done, my good and faithful servant. You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!" What do you think the chances are that the Lord counts prayers as one of the things He intends for us to be faithful about doing?
(I'll say it again . . . yikes!)

Father God, I want nothing more than to hear you say to me 'Well done, my good and faithful servant'. You know my heart, so respectfully I pray that half the battle is won. Now I ask You, Abba . . . teach me to pray. Where there is clutter, help me to focus only on you. Where there are hurts, bring healing. Where there is stubborn fear, infuse your peace.

I've heard it said that the road to heaven is paved with good intentions . . . I suspect that the billboard along the way reads: DNI.

Thank You, Holy Spirit for helping me through the inventory process. As always, I love the faithful richness of our time together.
Amen and amen.
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In His Presence

In the presence of God Almighty
. . . you experience His greatness
. . . you realize fully His Holiness
. . . you understand the grandeur of His Glory
. . . you fall to your face in unworthiness
. . . you seek to become nothing for you shouldn't even be there

But immediately Jesus touches you and says
. . . I made you in My perfect image ~ your beauty is unsurpassed
. . . I love you unconditionally ~ without end
. . . I cleansed your imperfections with My Blood ~ they are no more
. . . I declared you worthy to be in the presence of My Father
~ stay, won't you
. . . Come, sit beside me and we'll talk as One with OUR Father
~ for He longs for Us to be here with Him

Your heart rules and your mind is convinced of the peace that surrounds you.
You willingly surrender yourself - body, mind and spirit.
You try desperately to remember what concerns you but
. . . you want nothing more than to breathe in the perfection of the moment.
You become what He declares you to be.
Be still and know that this is all possible because of His great love.
No pain . . . No difficulties . . . No tears . . . No worries.

Father, your Word tells us that if we ask - in Your Son's name - then You WILL give us the desires of our heart. At this moment Father, in Your presence, I have no 'if's, and's or but's', the only true desire of my heart is to say - Come Lord Jesus.
Father may it be so, in Jesus' name.
Amen and amen.
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A Slim Rose

"So often as I write my mind wanders back to our childhoods and I find myself mentioning mother over and over again. I thank God for the woman that she was - imperfect, yes - yet set apart with love that never wavered. I pray that people can see the real Rose that she was as I mention her in my writings."

The thought expressed above is something I sent to my siblings earlier today. As you can see from today's earlier post . . . I'm a bit under the weather. Yesterday as I was 'in the thick of it' I thought about my own daughter. Sara will soon turn 29 years old and to this day when she doesn't feel good she wants her mom to be there with her. Close enough to fill the hot water bottle or merely stroke her long, thick hair . . . with 'mommy hands'.

Today, I believe that I'm feeling the same way. The very thought of my mother is overwhelming me. Although there was a time that I doubted my ability to be without her for even a day, she's gone now for nearly 14 years. In many ways to know me is to know her. Oh, I confess openly that she was a much better disciplinarian than I . . . and she had some weaknesses that only mine would trump . . . but thankfully I make good of the lessons she taught and remember only the best.

The man who loved her was as special as she. Long and lanky - Emery by birth but 'Slim' they called him. Honest as the day is long my dad was of hardworking, down home stock. My parents were the epitome of 'Green Acres'. He was the hardworking farmer who married and brought the young city gal - the love of his life - to the country where they reared three girls who were the center of their lives. I never remember a time when my sisters and I didn't come first to them. We were poor by many standards but rich we are in the memories of the love that never failed. Through the rebellion and self-centeredness of our youth they remained constant . . . and I miss them both terribly.

Yesterday as one of my sisters worked tirelessly to be about the Lord's business the other one came to my aide with ginger ale and Lorna Doones. Surely both of them were filling the shoes that our parents once wore. My prayer is that our parents rest in peace knowing that the 'Slim Rose' we were given was exactly what the Great Physician prescribed in order to bring us to Himself. May I leave such a legacy for my own children.

May the Lord know the gratitude that is within me for my 'Slim Rose'.
Thank You Jesus
Amen and amen.
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Perfection In Weakness

Have you ever noticed that you never feel closer to God than when you don't feel good. For me a good bout with the stomach flu set me back some 36 hours or so but oh the lessons that can be learned from such a time as this.

As my sea legs began to return I was gently guided back to God's Word in 2Cor 12:7-10. In these passages the Apostle Paul is speaking of his 'thorn in the flesh'. Three times he pleads with God to remove it from him. What Paul was told was "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness."

The long and short of that is . . . bend your knees and allow the Great Physician to take over. He is there to hear your heart cry out to Him. He is there to warm you when you can't find warmth around you and somehow, when overheated, you're convinced that He has just laid a cool cloth on your forehead.

Asking 'why me' is silly. Asking 'why not me' is difficult and yet when all is said and done we are left with the understanding that no matter who 'me' is, we all ARE helpless without Him . . . and His grace DOES see us through . . . . we are NEVER alone for when you cry out He is there . . . He provides His strength when there is pain to endure and when lifting your eyelids is an insurmountable task.

As the Apostle Paul said after hearing God's message . . . "Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ's sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

Weakness thy name is Bonnie. Perfection thy name is Jesus the Christ!
To Him I bow my knees and sing thankful praises of His love and faithfulness.
Amen and amen.
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Front and Center

When I was a kid, the statement, "Front and Center!", when spoken by my mother, meant business. You knew without fail that you'd better go to where she was and heed what it was that she was saying. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind, or the minds of my sisters, but that what she told us to do was to be obeyed.

This morning as I was reading in Matthew 28:16-20 I read where it is written "Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted." From there Jesus went on to give them their marching orders . . . we know it as the Great Commission.

The disciples, just like my sisters and I, heeded the call of 'Front and Center'. But unlike my sisters and I when our mother spoke, some doubted. Some doubted! Doesn't that seem unfathomable? Jesus Himself stood among them. The very same Jesus who had just become the victor over Satan and the grave. These men knew Jesus intimately and yet they doubted. They spent time with Him, heard His teachings directly from His mouth and saw the miracles AS HE PERFORMED THEM. How in the world could they have doubted.

This week my mentor shared with me a teaching from Dr. James MacDonald/Walk in the Word. The name of the study is called "What's Down with Hell". In it Dr. MacDonald clearly shows that his heart is burdened for those people who, because of their unrepentant hearts, will not only miss out on the unimaginable hope and joy of heaven but worse yet . . . they will forever live with the hopelessness of Hell.

Immediately I put a personal slant on the teaching. Realizing fully that I AM SAVED by His grace and that NO ONE and NOTHING can take me away from Him I, nonetheless, did take this as an opportunity to ask the Holy Spirit to reveal to me anything that I have willfully allowed to be a lord in my life. Willful unrepentance. We do that you know. We justify. We are sure that the God of the Universe will bend to our way of thinking. Surely He will be understanding and forgiving. But in Dr. MacDonald's teaching he mentions that life - however long we have on this earth - is our opportunity to repent from our own self-centeredness.

Jesus called us 'Front and Center' in Matthew 28:20 to "teach them to obey everything I have commanded you." May those around us, see in us, a life of open and willful repentance. May they see the Holy Spirit who lives within us. May they align their wills to that of Christ's and in doing so live in the peace that surpasses all understanding.

Father, may it be so.
Amen and amen.
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Only One Week Left . . .

I'm working on a study right now that has posed quite a meaty question and since I don't want to be the only fish in this pond, let me share it with you now. The background is that a woman has been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Mustering up the nerve, a friend asks the woman . . . "What is it like to live each day knowing that you're dying?" Agreeably it's a heavy question but as the story goes on the woman's response was in the form of a question that seems heavier yet . . . "What is it like to live everyday pretending that you're not dying?"

The point being that whether or not we acknowledge it we're both in the very same boat. Why is it that we look at someone with an illness as being any different than all the rest of us. Whether healthy or ill we will all face the same end so . . . let me ask you now . . . if you knew that this was your last week on earth, how would you live your last days? What legacy would you want to ensure? With whom would you want to share Jesus?

That's the long and short of it you know. That's all that matters. Everything of this world will pass away . . . so the question is . . . where will you spend eternity and what does it take for you to ensure that end?

It is written in John 14:6 "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." Who do you love enough to make sure they know this truth? Remember . . . you only have a week . . . can you be held back from making sure that your children know Him? or your neighbor? or your co-worker? The list is endless. I want desperately to live and breathe Him so that everyone who knows me, knows Him. Am I successful in doing that every day? Do I speak of him often enough? Regrettably, the answer is no - all to often my humanness rears it's ugly head - but my desire remains true to Him. It is then, with a repentant heart, that I ask for His forgiveness . . . and thankfully it is then that I am reminded of His amazing grace. And no matter the time, I cannot hold back my desire to make Him known! Praise God!

Don't let another day go by . . . remembering that time truly is precious . . . get to know Him so that your love for Him overflows into the lives of those He gave you to love.

Lord, may each of us - and everyone you've given us to love - be guided to know you intimately.
Father, may it be so . . . in Jesus' name I pray.
Amen and amen.
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A T T A C K ! ! !

Have you ever opened your eyes from a long nights sleep and immediately your spirit begins to grumble? No matter who or what comes to your mind - literally every thought is bathed in negativity. Well, a couple of weeks ago this encourager's heart ran smack dab into just such an attack. POW - right in the kisser . . . I was hit with a spirit of irritability! If I were still a child . . . at this point my mother would have told me to go back to bed and get up from the right side this time . . . how funny it is now to know the truth of what was going on.

Well, by the time I made it down to the kitchen I knew I was under attack. My thoughts were anything but pure and lovely and noble and trustworthy. I spent (wasted) the first few moments of the gift God had given me - a new day - in an attitude that, in plain language . . . sucked! (sorry)

I knew that half the battle was to recognize the smoke (from the pit of hell) that was surrounding me but it was then that my Sunday School training kicked in. Putting on God's Full Armor I then enlisted the Holy Spirit's provision of Wisdom, Discernment and Protection. Thankfully He allowed me to envision the Sword of the Spirit as I dipped it into a pool of Christ's blood, preparing it for battle. Knowing the power of the tongue I began to say aloud the Name that makes Satan himself flee . . . JESUS, JESUS, JESUS! Just hearing it brought comfort and assurance of deliverance.

Well, as life would have it, I carried my attitude to work with me - but luckily I was cloaked in God's love so I realized that the battle was NOT mine. Absolutely every single time I felt an arrow hit I literally tattled like a child to the Lord and called upon Him to come to my rescue. Empowered by the Holy Spirit I was able to cast the spirit of irritability into hell and in its place I loosed God's Holy Spirit to fill the void. Goodness and purity and love soon ruled.

As my day came to an end I thought about a recent visit I had made to a nearby town. My destination was a Christian cafe that regularly presents live music on Saturday nights. I arrived just as day was becoming night and quickly settled into the swing of the music that filled the cafe. During a brief intermission I stepped out to get a breath of fresh air. I had never been in this small town before so I wandered around just a bit checking out the sights of the store fronts. Before long my attention was drawn to some lights that were off into the distance. Thinking that they were from a movie house marque, I strolled toward them only to find that the establishment that had lured me away from my path was a bar. Along the way I passed a housing complex in which I could see people mulling around . . . one of whom used words that made me shudder. The darkness of the area provided an air of uncertainty and suspicion. As quickly - but inconspicuously - as possible I stepped out onto the street where it was more open and light was available. It was then that I high-tailed it back to 'safety'.

I can't help but think now that a spiritual attack is no different than my encounter in this small town. Satan flashes lights to draw us off of our paths. Many times, however, before we're pulled into his web, there are signs of darkness around us that we should recognize and heed. We should be drawn to the light where openness dispels all secrets. We should return to our place of safety where goodness and praise abound.

If you feel alone - if you're keeping a secret - if you feel like you're under attack - don't wander off by yourself - go to God and ask Him to lead you to someone who can come along side of you and shine the light of Christ into your world.

JESUS - JESUS - JESUS . . .
Blessed be the Name that is above all names. The Name to which every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is LORD.
Hallelujah.
Amen and amen.
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Homesick for God

I am what people would describe as a 'homebody'. I don't have a traveling bone in my body and often I've mentioned that if I leave Broome County I fear getting the bends! This is nothing new - not a phobia that I've developed as I grew older - no - even as a child I would 'beg' my mother to let me stay overnight with a friend . . . only to ask as the time drew near to leave . . . "Do I HAVE to go?" My desire was to be where my heart was at rest.

This morning as I met with the Lord I came to realize that as the Great Jehovah M'Kaddesh He has sanctified my walk - He has grown me into a person whose heart now longs to be where He is. As we met this morning I realized that my desire (however finite) was to be at Home with Him and it was then that I wondered if I'm, in fact, homesick for God. And why not . . . to be in a place where love is all encompassing. Where pleasure, joy, and heartfelt appreciation for His Glory knows no end.

As a child my mother would ALWAYS assure me that I could remain in a place where I knew love and safety. And the Lord has reminded me now of His promise that is far greater than even that of my mother's . . . He as assured me that there is no need to feel the pangs of homesickness for as it is written in Matthew 28:20 "And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

Did you hear the chains as they hit the floor? If you're not a 'homebody' you probably wonder what the fuss is all about but this has defined who I am for so long that freedom comes in knowing that the evil one can no longer use this against me!

Hallelujah!!!!! Thank You Jesus!

Who knows - maybe someday I WILL be a world traveler . . . but I will go knowing that I take 'Home' along with me wherever I go!

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Silence is Golden

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Push the rat-race aside.
Close your eyes.
Allow a harmonious symphony of music to enter into your spirit.
Take the first step to being in His presence.
Acknowledge your desperate need for Him.
Do you hear Him calling your name? Yes, He knows it well.
Go ahead - take a deep breath . . . and smile.
His desire is to show you how much He loves you.
Allow for your escape to a place of perfection.
With every breath you take, know that He is renewing you.
Hear the sounds of perfection that accompany Him.
Delight in His fragrance.
Best Friend . . . life Partner.
He is pure joy and He is yours.
He delights in hearing you say His name.
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
Knowingly - Lovingly - He brings a bottle for the tears . . .
~ so let them fall freely.
Your hands are full . . .
~ give Him everything that you've brought with you.
Feel the exhilaration as the heaviness is removed from your soul.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - do you hear that -
~ it's the beating of a heart. Only one - for your heart and His are one.
Oh, sweet Jesus . . . thank You.
Be still and know that He is God.
Be still and take Him in.
His majesty arouses your deepest sense of awe.
Your heart's desire is being met . . .
~ exceedingly, abundantly, more than you can ask or imagine.
The sounds of pure music fill the air . . .
~ inviting you to dance as you never have before.
Raise your arms in total submission . . .
~ to this One who is pouring His perfect love out on to you.
Don't forget to breathe - giving thanks for His goodness,
~ His provision.
Abide in His presence . . . for He loves it when you do.
Realize the nourishment, the renewal, the peace, the contentment.
I love You Lord.
Jesus . . . I love You.
You are my hope.
Blessed be your sweet name Jesus.

Breathe! . . . and return . . . for you must . . . but remember that it is written in Psalm 34:8 "Taste and know that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him."
Amen and amen.
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Hands and Feet

I recently attended a picnic at which there was a mother/son team who were - hands down - the leaders at winning every race they entered . . . no, they weren't playing baseball, they weren't proficient at tossing horseshoes and I know for a fact that they didn't enter the volleyball tournament. No, this mother/son team wasn't winning trophies for their spectacular abilities on the playing field - they were winning hearts for Jesus.

There at their picnic table some 800 or so people had the opportunity to see Jesus in action for you see, the young man was what we would consider to be disabled . . . but boy or boy what an incredible blessing he had in the form of his mother. What joy she had on her face as she encouraged him to partake in the upbeat dance music. A smile the size of Texas covered her face as she helped him walk up to collect the prize he won when his name was drawn. Love that was unconditional and uncontrollable. Not even for a moment did either of them let on that they would ask God to change the circumstances of their lives. They displayed character and tenacity that was not only admirable but enviable.

A few years back there was a song that caught everyone's special attention. It was called "Hands and Feet" by Audio Adrenaline (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m36OWibR6nk). This mother/son team lives this song out every day of their lives and in doing so give us who are able bodied a challenge to do the same.

When I stopped to chat with the young man - his name is Don - I told him that we have a prayer board in our Sunday School class and that I'd add his name to it. I assured him that there was nothing magical about the board but that by adding his name there would be a team of prayer warriors lifting him up to the Lord. Do you know what this young man's response to me was . . . in a soft, gentle voice he said to me . . . I love you. Utterly amazed I ask you . . . what more could the heart of this mother ever need to hear!

Thank You Jesus. Thank You for showing me Your love through this young man and his mother. Help me Lord to step out - just as Don's mother is doing - to be Your hands and Your feet. In the name that is above ALL names - Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, I pray that You, Father God, would bring this mother/son team to Yourself and allow Your peace to rest upon their lives. Father, may it be so . . .
Amen and amen.
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What Would You Do?

Sharing a question that I came across recently. . .
"What would you do if you knew you could not fail?"

I've given this considerable thought and I believe the 'perfect' answer to that question would be to successfully convince every man, woman and child on this planet that Jesus Christ is EXACTLY who He says He is. In doing so there would be no more power struggles - no more darkness - no more tears.

Self-sins would be eliminated and people would live to praise Him. Funny - that sounds a lot like heaven . . . could we possibly want for anything else?

We need to pray as Jesus instructed us to . . . "thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven".
Father, may it be so . . .
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Membership Assignments

Over the years I've taken on many roles in which I've assumed positions of leadership. For example I was once the President of the Employee's Association at work and later on that was followed up with the 'prestigious' assignment of being the President of the 25 Year Club. Apparently these two 'not so auspicious' positions planted seeds of leadership within me because over time I went on to proclaim myself to be the head of two other 'clubs'. First, the President of The Hopeless Romantic's Club and secondly, the President of The Lonely Heart's Club. How the Dear Lord has put up with me over the years is a miracle in and of itself but just as He promises in Romans 8:28, "in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose", He has used my membership assignments to bless me beyond measure. Let me explain . . .

Last night I had the incredible opportunity to be out in the middle of God's lush bounty. In the midst of this haven of life, purity burst forth from every living thing. In my eyes the trees had never before been more rich with multiple shades of green. The songs of birds had never been more harmonious. Even the fingertip sized frogs that quickly bounded from one place to another brought a sense of the hope of life.

Rain had swept through the area so the sounds and smells of freshness were everywhere. The mere sight of a droplet of rain as the sun burst back upon the scene was enough to take my breath away. But then, as if right on cue, no doubt for full effect, and only as God Himself could do, a screen of mist rose up from the wooded area and drifted along in front of my view as the direct rays of the sun shown through to the ground. Breathtaking perfection . . . orchestrated certainly by God Himself as He allowed His presence to be known.

Ever so briefly I thought how nice it would be to have someone there with me to enjoy this moment. But then, even before that thought could fully be formed, I realized that only God knew ahead of time that He had orchestrated this moment - only God could arrange my schedule and my heart so that I fully enjoyed this gift of perfection. No one but God could have known that he needed to be there at that given moment of time. Someone else may have disappointed me by his absence or unity of heart but not God . . . for it was then that I realized fully that I wasn't alone - Jesus was there with me and our hearts were one . . . thus the perfection of the moment.

Although on occasion I am asked to run for re-election as the President of the Lonely Heart's Club, a few years back, through Divine intervention, I gladly gave up that leadership role. How blessed I am now to know that I NEVER have to take that burden on again. But as you can see, I've yet to walk away from being the head of the Hopeless Romantic's Club. Given my heart I suspect that the Lord agrees that, together with Him, my reign should live on.

Blessed Jesus, You are the love of my life . . . now and forever . . . thank You for Your bountiful gifts.
Amen and amen.
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What Counts?

When teaching the Galatians about breaking free from the bondage of legalism, the Apostle Paul wrote . . . "the only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love". (Gal 5:6) When teaching me recently about the abundance of His grace, the Lord brought me to that very same teaching.

Let me go back to the beginning and tell you what brought about the need for this teaching . . . it all began as the festivities of the New Year (2009) were unfolding. The Lord and I gathered to discuss the upcoming new year and as I shared my thoughts with Him . . . ok, ok, I whined - He listened . . . patiently . . . while I unleashed the tears as 'Boohoo Bonnie' tried to convince Him that I was lacking for love in my life. As you might guess, He saw things differently. If I recall correctly 'Pooie' was the word He impressed upon me that day and from there He went on to show me that if I want love in my life then I would have to step out of my comfort zone and give love. Well, my immediate reaction was . . . oh no, the Lord's throwing the door wide open and telling me to step inside a new world. Would I have to develop all new relationships while nurturing old ones? Was He challenging me to do all that I could in order that I might be all that He intended for me to be? YIKES!

Well, the reflection in the mirror told me that it was time - dry the tears - take the leap of faith - and love someone. Looking back at my 'memory stones' (aka 4x6 index cards!) I see that my intent was to set one Saturday a month aside to get to know someone new. Again, as you might guess, the Lord saw things differently than I did. It is now mid June and I cry 'UNCLE' . . . the Lord has brought me to a place of giving and receiving so much love that it can only be described as 'exceeding abundantly more than I could ask or imagine'. I have been filled with pure radiant joy as I've watched the Lord bless those He had me reach out to touch. He provided the fuel . . . the time, His compassion, tons of encouragement . . . and His immeasurable LOVE. The Fruit of the Spirit bursts forth from a season of giving. Love, peace, joy, faith, gentleness, goodness, kindness, patience and self-control . . . and the only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love. Thank You, Jesus!

Once again He has shown Himself to be amazing. In my wildest dreams I never would have guessed that 2009 would truly be 'A Year of Relationships' as my memory stone indicated. My question to you now is . . . have you whined to Him lately? Try it . . . because if you do, you're sure to be blessed beyond measure!

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Heaven On Earth

I love Saturday mornings. Rarely do I allow anything to creep into the sanctity of what they have become for me. This is the time that I meet most intimately with the Lord. I feel His touch, I hear His voice, I know His presence. Every sense within me is heightened as I enjoy this precious time with Him.

This morning as I met with Him I was lead to read His Word from the book of Job. As a kid I always remember my dad saying "Sam there has the patience of Job". Although over the years I've learned the truth behind my dad's reference, I didn't realize then the full extent of Job's trials or the 'helpfulness' of his friends. And it wasn't until this morning that I considered the depth of what it was that God told Job about Himself. Such is the fruit of my Saturday morning of intimacy with Him.

How easy it is for us to acknowledge with our voices 'God is wonderful' just as we say 'that rose is beautiful' but in order to have 'the patience of Job' you must share in the intimacy of knowing God just as Job did. God came to Job . . . no doubt on a Saturday morning . . . and there He let Job experience His presence. Job heard His voice. He realized God's greatness and the power of Him in his heart.

Each of us have the opportunity to choose a time of intimacy with God. A time that allows trust to grow and faith to deepen. I am convinced that the secret to life is centered around knowing this God who we worship. And I am equally convinced that my Saturday mornings were meant for just that!!

Father God, thank You for bringing to me a sense of your presence. Thank You for allowing my heart to experience your love in all it's glory. The beauty of music, the sound of birds singing, water trickling, to see the splendor of color , your majesty in the clouds and the smile on a childs face.

It seems trite to say this but it's all I have to give . . . I love You Lord.
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Delightful

The Lord lead me this morning to a passage in His Word that has revealed something incredibly wonderful about Himself. The uncovered treasure is written in Psalm 147:11 and in it the Psalmist tells us . . . "the Lord delights in those who fear Him, who put their hope in His unfailing love."

I remember a time when hearing the term 'fear the Lord' brought with it for me a feeling of distress. As a matter of fact, I remember telling my mentor not long after I was saved that I had no intention of worshiping Someone who I had to 'fear'. Well, as soon as Mike removed the boxing gloves that I had put on in anticipation of our discussion, the Lord allowed His peace to well up within me as He showed me that to 'fear' Him is to be in awe of Him . . . to have reverence for Him. Ohhhhh, THAT I'm ok with . . . THAT I love.

But isn't it just incredible - no, isn't it just amazing - oh dear, I'm without a word to describe how truly wonderful it is that our Creator takes delight in all who fear Him? He waits (ever so patiently) with outstretched arms, hoping that we will realize His splendor, His creativity, His worthiness. He finds delight in us when we visit with Him, when we surrender ourselves to Him and when, as we call Him Papa, we acknowledge our need for Him.

As I meditate on the enormity of this whole idea, the Holy Spirit prompts me to consider the fact that God Himself has a purpose (and why not - each of us have a purpose and we were made in His image!). His purpose is not one of a 'Sugar Daddy' - although from the very beginning of time He has provided for our every need. His purpose is not simply to put us back together after we've made a mess of things - although He is always willing to do so. No, it seems clear that God's purpose is to build a Kingdom of faithful followers who He can love and take delight in. His purpose is to create us, to provide for our needs, to teach us about Himself and to bring us into His Kingdom.

He delights in the love we show Him as we put our hope in the never ending love He has for us! It sounds like a full circle to me!

How often, Father God, have I stopped to wonder . . . HOW DO YOU DO IT? We are so incredibly needy and yet You are the fulfillment of each of those needs. Thank you, always, for Your perfect plan of love!
Amen and Amen.
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Not Your Typical 'Recovery' Program

If I were asked to rename the Celebrate Recovery Program, the one word that I would leave out of its title would be 'Recovery'. Although the Lord does, indeed, use the program for recovery, people have a tendency to limit the scope of the 'recovery' and thus unknowingly limit the possibilities that the Lord is willing to bring about through this program. Let me explain . . .

My life's story is not one of substance abuse, it is one of being controlled by hurts in my life. Often I think of the analogy of the bride who walks through a coal bin. Merely by walking through the area she kicks up black coal dust so that by the time she gets to the far side of the bin she no longer looks the part of the beautiful bride.

As I walked through my life, I allowed many hurts to rub off on to me and without realizing it they defined who I became. People could see the coal dust on me – the self-sufficiency, the anger, the resentment and fears.

Then several years ago the Lord lead me to a Celebrate Recovery Group. There I worked through the eight biblical principles which are based on the Beatitudes of Christ. Eventually, as the principles were discussed, the Lord graciously brought me a clear understanding of two very important things . . .
1. who I was and 2. who He intended for me to be.

I knew then that I had a choice to make because I didn’t like the person that I had become. I also realized that on my own, apart from Christ, I had no power to change. But I’m living proof that with God, all things ARE possible . . . and thankfully the Lord allowed the Celebrate Recovery Program to be my pathway to healing and growth.

I’m still not perfect but I am on my way to becoming the beautiful bride who will one day stand before Christ - absent the coal dust - and it is then that I will thank Him face to face for the love He provided through this incredible program.

So . . . my vote for the name change is cast . . . Celebrate Christ! Celebrate the freedom from hurts, hang-ups AND habits as the Lord allows healing and growth no matter what challenge tries to take control of your life!

ps-please help others to be aware of the far reaching possibilities that exist when the Lord is allowed to work in and through this program. Truly, it's NOT limited to a typical Alcohol/Drug recovery program - for with God . . . ALL things are possible!

THANK YOU, JESUS!
Amen and Amen.
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Focus

Yesterday, by divine intervention, I became a God-Mother . . . but as honored as I am by that, that's not the focus of my story. And although I want to go back about 12 years in time and tell you about my God-son . . . he's not the focus of my story either. The focus of my story is . . . no . . . before I get to far ahead of myself, let me first fill you in on some of the details that brought me to this honored day . . . then you will understand the real focus of my story.

Being a God-mother has always been a desire of my heart. Different religions have their own views on dedicating a child to God but as a result of my up-bringing, I was presented to the Lord by my very special Aunt and Uncle. As my 'God-parents' they voiced their 'fear of ' and 'dedication to' the Lord and in essence promised to influence me with that same devotion. I never knew a time when I had anything but a special love and reverence for them. In retrospect it seems that the desire of my heart to be a God-mother may have been born out of this unique bond that I had with them. Now that God has imparted 'God-motherhood' onto me, I thank Him for His glorious gift of that special love.

Now let me tell you a little bit about the joyfulness that is within the creation of my special God-son, Joshua Isaac. Joyfulness, you say . . . how can that be if he never drew a breath or cried a tear? What joy is there in the fact that he never felt his mother's touch? Have I confused you? I don't mean to be so mysterious but the fact of the matter is that Josh's life was aborted and therein lies a web of mystery and denial and regrets. The circumstances that surrounded Josh's existence quickly became extreme as the 'experts' told his parents that he was severely deformed . . . and then, as the complications mounted, they learned that his mother's life was being compromised. I wasn't there at the time but I have no doubt to suppose that the pressure was on. A decision had to be made. Confusion was at it's peak . . . and so Josh's life was cut off and our merciful God ushered him into His loving arms.

Now by worldly standards, the appropriate action was taken but who of us is greater than God Himself? As I understand it all of creation has a purpose. What possible purpose, you ask, could there have been for a life that was so incomplete and what of the life that was being compromised? Well, in and of myself I have no answers - only gratitude that I was never faced with such a challenge. The only response I know of for that question is found in Isaiah 55:8-9 for it is written "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways. As the heavens are higher than the earth so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."

And therein lies the focus of my story. The answer - not the problem. The answer is in a loving God who carried the burdens that would have otherwise overwhelmed Josh's mother. The answer is in the strength that is given, moment by moment, to challenge the cover-up of this secret sin. The answer is in the compassion and forgiveness and grace needed for healing. Now, 12 years later, a memorial service is held - closure is given - hope is instilled - peace enters the heart as the life of this child is celebrated. My honor was to have been there as a living witness of God's goodness. My honor was multiplied when God laid on my heart the responsibility of being Josh's God-mother. Joy filled day - yes! I had the joy filled privilege of celebrating his life. I have the joy of learning all that I can about him. I have the joy of telling you about God's faithfulness and love.

I once heard a reporter ask Darrell Scott, father of Rachel Scott, the first student shot down during the Columbine School massacre, "How is it possible to endure such a tragedy in your life? Sure of his faith and the unwavering faith of his daughter, Mr. Scott told the reporter, "What you focus on will ultimately consume you." Thankfully the Lord has brought that quote to my remembrance on countless occasions when I was in need. I offer it to you now as I remind you that it truly is all about HIM. Focus on the Answer not the problem.

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She Said Yes!

Well, she did it. She said yes. My daughter is getting married. The date has been set (10-10-10), the site has been reserved and the invitations ordered. Wow, it's amazing how all of this brings with it an onslaught of emotions and excitement and well . . . challenges.

Like any 'normal' mother/daughter relationship, ours has seen it's share of humanness. Looking back on the first 29 years of her life brings an array of remembrances which ultimately boil down into a melting pot of love. Ahhhhh, but as I recently discovered, this is only the beginning. From my vantage point it seems that in the coming months I may be faced with some of the most interesting opportunities to walk out my Christian life. Let me explain what I mean . . .

True to His faithfulness, the Lord lead me to a truth in Ephesians 4:1-3 which, if applied, is sure to revolutionize this wedding journey and help me on this path of becoming mother of the bride for it is written "Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other's faults because of your love. Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace."

WOW - Peace and wedding - now there's an oxymoron!!! The selfish actions of others should roll off our backs? No grudges. No animosity. No resentment. No demands. How can it be that the Lord in all His goodness and love is urging us to be patient with one another. Is it possible that I should choose to draw people together rather than allow division? Do I really want others to show me the same amount of patient as I plan on showing them? Do you suppose that the dress she wears will even come close to being as beautiful as the love that is sure to be on display that day?

There's a million things to be done before the big day arrives. I suspect that I will personally deliver an invitation to the Lord to attend this wedding . . . maybe long before that goes out in the mail I should first invite Him to share in the preparations of the blessed event. Maybe as mother of the bride my daughter might learn more about applying the selflessness needed for a solid marriage if I first set a good example of being Christlike before, during and after her wedding day.

Lord Jesus, Sara's dad and I stood before you and pledged our undying devotion to one another - and to You - 38 years ago. Despite our inability to honor our committment Lord, You remained faithful and out of that union you blessed us with two treasures that are more valuable to us than life itself. I pray now Lord that you will enter into this event and bring Your peace and unity to all who join together to bring Your richness to the life of 'our' beloved daughter.
Amen and Amen.
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So What's The Big Mystery?

Why do you suppose it is that so many of us think that there is an aura of mystery around the 'art' of praying? So much so that there are countless books written on the subject. Well, the truth of the matter is that while it's hard to wrap your mind around some prayers, the most effective prayers are those that come from your heart's desire to communicate directly with the God of the universe (as scary as they may seem)!

As a kid growing up the only prayers I knew were from a book and many times they were directed to intercessors rather than to God Himself. Although some people may beg to differ with me, my experience is that that kind of prayer doesn't bring with it the encouragement needed to develop an intimate relationship with Jesus. For me the bottom line seemed to be that because the prayers were from someone else's heart, they didn't penetrate mine.

Now, a lifetime later, I read for myself that Jesus not only told us how important it is to pray but He lead by example. He prayed to give thanks before feeding thousands of people with just a couple loaves of bread and few fish. He prayed when people were coming to Him with their needs. And He prayed when His heart was in agony over His upcoming separation, for the very first time ever, from His Father.

Because of Christ's sacrifice and example, I have a grand appreciation for this privileged lifeline to God . . . a truth learned through a lesson called 'The Truth Project'. In it Dr. Tackett pointed out that if in our praying we realized that we were entering into the Throne Room of the Living God and there the Father stretched out His arms to us and said "Come closer my child. Let's talk" . . . we wouldn't have a hard time praying - we'd have a hard time getting up and leaving!!!!!!!

How wonderful it is that the Lord, through the Apostle Paul, directed us in 1 Thessalonians 5:17 to "Pray continually." In that He is simply stretching out His arms to us and saying "Come closer my child. Let's talk". Mystery solved.

Father God, when I've lost the words I need to express to You my thoughts, my concerns and my love, please search my heart and know that I want nothing more than to be a child wrapped in Your loving arms. Help each of us Father to seek Your presence as we pray to draw ever closer to You.
Amen and Amen.
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Equal Time

When I was a kid in school I loved English class. Even then I loved to write and as strange as it sounds . . . I LOVED to diagram sentences (now there's a blast from the past!). How weird is that! Well, this morning as I spent time with the Lord I thought about how our sins separate us from God but thanks to Christ's sacrifice, our direct line of communication with God was opened. BUT then I stopped and questioned how much time I really devote to that privilege which Christ bought for me with His blood? How much time do I really spend with God in a day? Do I even spend a fraction of the time that I know He devotes to me?

Well, that lead me to diagram my life so that I could see what it is that I view as so important as to allow it to distract me from being still and knowing that He is God. Although I suspect that you will see a deep richness . . . I pray that you will also see the pitfalls that beset each of us in our day . . .
At the Center . . . GOD (yes, but . . .)
Off Shoots . . .
~ Family
~~ children, sisters, brother, cousins
~ Church
~~ Personal ministries
~~ Prayers
~~ Devotionals
~~ Studies
~~ Celebrate Recovery
~~ Disciplining
~~ Evangelizing
~~ Sermons
~ Friends
~~ to numerous to name but they are used by the Lord
~~~ to feed, encourage, teach, support, guide and direct
~ Personal
~~ Staples of life (house / car / food)
~~ Blogging
~~ Health
~~ Work

My life is rich with blessings - yes, I'm convinced that it's full - and to prove it to myself I took my diagraming to an obsessive level and compared what my life is now (saved) to what it was not so long ago (unsaved). What I found was that GOD has spent an enormous amount of time and effort on this one 'little' life. But more often than not I allow people and situations and distractions and busyness and challenges and the 'stuff' of life to creep in and all of a sudden I'm at the end of my day and God has been overshadowed by it all.

Where is there peace with that? Where is there joy except from the hand of God?

How about you? What does the diagram of your life look like?

Father God . . . You are greater than I can fathom. You are more worthy of my devotion than I can express. It is beyond my comprehension that your heart's desire is for me to love You. The God of the universe - my Creator - wants nothing more from me than me. I give you great thanks for Your tender loving care and unwavering patience with me. May I endeavor - every day of my life - to fulfill Your heart's desire.

Amen and Amen
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It's My Stuff . . . or is it?

Humbly I acknowledge that the Lord has given me the gift of generosity. I LOVE to share things. I LOVE to give things away. This was a nice quality in me before I was saved but since Christ came to live within me I have a new vision that enables me to realize that my former efforts weren't even close to being all that they could be . . . all that they should be! Now I realize that 'stuff' is just 'stuff' and if 'my stuff' would bless someone else then - to the extent possible - give whatever I can of 'my stuff' to bless someone else. BUT recently, I encountered a scratch of selfishness in what I arrogantly thought of as my armor of generosity. Let me explain . . .

Out of generosity I 'loaned' my umbrella to a friend during a rain storm. There was a need - I remembered my mother's assurance from years past noting that I wouldn't melt - so I confidently offered 'my stuff' in an effort to bless my friend. Two weeks later it rains again (that's what spring is all about, ya know) and after searching for it and wondering where in the world I had left it, I realized that my friend never returned my umbrella. I was no different then than I had been two weeks earlier - I could still prove my mother's statement to be correct - but now I began to think less than positive thoughts about my 'unthoughtful - ungrateful - unappreciative' friend because she never returned 'my stuff'. Now I'm in an uncomfortable position where I have to ask for it back . . . how RUDE! (said completely with tongue in cheek!)

But do you see what's really going on here? My focus changed . . . now it was on me rather than the needs of my friend. I began to justify my thoughts to get 'my stuff' back. It's 'my stuff' - surely I'm entitled to get it back. It's mine and I want it.

Then all of a sudden it hits me . . . my shining armor of generosity has a major crack in it. It was then that the Lord lead me to realize fully that greed had seeped in and that my otherwise noble act wasn't so noble after all. Ashamed, I turn to the Lord and asked Him (I confess, somewhat begrudgingly) to bless this person as she used 'my stuff'. A couple of weeks later I saw her with it and again that ugliness reared up within me but this time I asked the Lord to help ME to be ok with her having 'MY stuff'. And it is then that the Lord's light gave me insight to see that I didn't loan out 'MY stuff' . . . I loaned out 'HIS stuff'! Perspective . . . How crazy is that . . . I was being greedy about something that wasn't even mine!

So where do I go from here? Well, as far as I can tell the Lord hasn't felt the need to prompt my friend to return the umbrella so her blessings continue . . . and what about me, you ask. Well, I have every confidence that the Lord will see fit to give me a brand new umbrella . . . but I suspect that he'll have me wait at least until the two that are in the trunk of my car have seen some action!!!!!

How wonderful it is to have a God who is gentle in His teachings!
Praise Your Holy Name, Jesus!
Amen and Amen.
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Expectations vs Surrender

For awhile now I've been part of the team that presents a program at my church called "Celebrate Recovery". Although many people have the misconception that it's a program only for those struggling with drug or alcohol addictions, I'm living proof that it's so much more than that. The fact is that it's geared to help - anyone - with any hurt that has become a burden in their life, any hang up that is being dragged around like tattered baggage or any habit that has taken control of their life. These are things that keep us from being all that God intended for us to be. Through this program you go beyond the worldly approach to resolving issues and it brings Christ right into the center of your life . . . which, of course, is your only hope!

Every human on the planet has an issue or two that has clung to them over the years so if you ever have a chance to participate in a class, my advise to you would be to run, don't walk, to the next meeting . . . it's that powerful! But, of course, there is a secret to the success that is possible . . . but rather than jumping ahead of myself, let me share with you some insight that I gleaned this morning from my quiet time with the Lord . . .

One major factor that contributes to life controlling issues is in the area of unobtainable expectations. Here's what I mean . . . many expectations lead you to say to yourself . . . 'I want' and 'I deserve'. Your focus, while being set on yourself, is destructive and over time can lead to self-centeredness, bitterness, anger, unforgiveness and well, I think you can see where this is going. These then become the things that control every relationship you have in your life. These challenges flow over into your job, your friendships and even how you react to the clerk behind the counter. Over time you come to believe the lies that they represent.

So, what's the answer? If having unobtainable expectations lead you away from God what is it that draws you toward Him? Well, in Psalm 51:17 it is written "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. A humble and contrite heart - these, O God, You will not despise." SURRENDER is the answer - the sacrifice - the hope!!
More of Him and less of me.

He does not want us to suffer but rather He wants us to be submissive to His plan for our lives. And who, more than the One who created you, could fill you to the fullest. Who but your Creator is worthy to be the desire of your heart. Who but your Creator/Savior deserves everything you have to give through surrender?

As it is written in 1 Corinthians 2:9 "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has planned for those who love Him." Our ONLY hope is in the Truth of Jesus. May He ultimately be the only true expectation that we have in our lives.
Amen and Amen.
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For more info on the 'Celebrate Recovery' program go to www.celebraterecovery.com/au .