Encouragement 

Yikes.  I just lost about a thousand words on encouragement, prayer and loving others with great intention.

One of my closest friends is due to give birth to her husband’s second son in less than a month.  His first son is 14 and about to start high school about 600 miles away.   They also have the most amazing five-year-old daughter.  Her husband is currently deployed overseas and it seems likely he will be approved to travel home for the birth.  All in all, a super exciting time for their family.

She is, without a doubt, one of the best mothers on the entire planet.   That said, God used our conversation last night to bring tremendous focus to the step-son in a different state. I was loving my  friend, hugging her daughter and feeling her son kick in her womb.  I was present.  Yet, every thought in my head turned to the step-son in Oklahoma.   I am still processing it, but I think He wanted to remind us of His bigger picture.

It is entirely possible to be ecstatic about “here” and have enough love for “there”, as well.  Yes, be excited about this glorious birth, all the awesomeness of their daughter, their family and the father being able to travel home.  However, be aware of the power of love to influence that teenager beginning high school.  Everyone in every family has their own “current adventure” and each should be acknowledged.  Let us not forget, this is our temporary home and all of us should be Kingdom focused!

Father God, thank you for being the best father possible.  Thank you for the discipline with the love you so freely give.  Please keep your hand on this precious family and help them to guide all of their children to your Kingdom for your purpose.  I ask you give the mom special peace during the delivery of this son and unspeakable joy so she knows it surely came from you.  Thank you, Lord.  I love you.

 

Mourning into Dancing

Psalm 30:11 tells us God can turn mourning into dancing, wail to song and pain to gladness.  It continues on  to tell us to not be silent in praising Him for doing so.  All of my energy is focused on the spirit of the truth, which often includes NIV, KJV, NKJV and NASB translations.  Paraphrasing is my way of sharing what is echoing in my heart after reading scripture and the action He would have me to take today.

In the aftermath of last nights devastating losses in Dallas, TX, my social media feed amplified sadness, hurt, misdirection and all things negative.  Yes, Black Lives Matter.  ALL lives matter.   In the past two terms, I have witnessed any pre-existing racial divide become a giant chasm fueled by President Obama’s lack of leadership in certain areas.  Today, he took this tragedy as an opportunity to push his gun control platform, instead of empathizing with a city, state and country in mourning.  Between the racial issues, the general angst and the religious versus atheist opinions, my heart just hurt.  Still, I know He would have me to find a way to sing His praises and potentially lead others to a joyful song.

When my morning Bible flip took me to James 1:2 this morning, a smile washed over my face.  How perfect He he would choose to immediately comfort me with direction for the day.  While I agree with my husband that the Book of James should “step on our toes a bit”, it has grown to be more comforting than uncomfortable for me to take such direction.   Thank you, God, for reminding me to consider it pure joy whenever I face trials.  Thank you for leading me to turn off my television and listen to your voice.  You even go on in James 1:19 to remind me to be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger!

Instead of looking at a huge world and being overwhelmed, it was put on my heart to bear careful, thoughtful witness to one friend who is an atheist.  In short, she posted that prayer won’t help and contradicted herself in her message. You can’t say, “don’t judge” and then, in fact, judge.   In the past, I would have just kept silent and been a positive example of Christ at work in my life.  Today, it felt different. I felt compelled to share my heart among the limited comments against prayer:

“That said, I absolutely do believe there is power in prayer. Do I think all it takes to solve any problem is prayer? No. I believe prayer is to reflect, improve and seek guidance or answers to things which trouble us. I do pray to God and believe Jesus walked this earth to give humanity a chance. I also believe many organized religions miss the boat when they stray from promoting love, understanding, compassion and forgiveness. I believe we are all called to love, serve and be good to one another. I am struggling to see how your opinions and absolutes are any more “right” than those who believe differently. I am sure your intention wasn’t to make me, or any person of any faith feel “judged” or that our opinions are wrong, yet that is very much how it reads and feels. It doesn’t change my love for you and yours.”

Lord, please help anyone who reads my comment to feel the genuine love in my heart for you, your son, Jesus, and for the reader.  Help me serve your kingdom, your way.  You are not Burger King. You are the King of Kings.  I love you.

 

 

Jesus and The Rocking Chair

When I was jolted awake with what sounded like gunfire this morning, I had to have a conscious thought before coffee. This is not nearly as easy as it may sound.   I had to realize by the sounds, lightning and our beagle’s behavior that it was just a terrible storm outside.  I whispered “Okay, Lord, please don’t let me be evil today.”

The truth is that I am like every other human I know.  I have my own specific set of challenges in keeping grounded.  One, I have teenagers.   In and of itself, that is enough to create some chaos.  I haven’t slept well this past week, nor do I tend to sleep as much as I probably should, in general.  However,  my biggest issue is that I am 48, menopausal and an overly enthusiastic bundle of insane hormones.  All comfort, strength and peace is a direct result of my relationship with Jesus.  I would be a crazy person without God and The Bible.

After getting breakfast ready for our guests at home, I headed to our front porch with my coffee and my Bible.  I sat down in the rocking chair which was dry and flipped open to Titus 1:8, “Rather he must be hospitable, one who loves what is good, who is self-controlled, upright, holy and disciplined.”  I continued on and read through 1:18, studying all the notes about Paul and the reminder of how God forgets our iniquities.

It is just like Jesus to hang with me on our front porch and to guide me to a better way of thinking.  I considered the study notes regarding how conduct speaks volumes about what we believe.  Jesus basically held my hand and said, “trust me, when others look at you, they see the difference I’ve made in your life.” Bottom line, what “they” think is irrelevant, as long as I am living my life according to His will.

Create in me a clean heart, Oh, God!!    Please, Jesus, help me keep my heart as pure as possible.  As I read Titus 1:15, “To the pure,all things are pure, but to those who are corrupted and do not believe, nothing is pure,” I smiled.    I thought about people in the past, like Anne Frank, who could always see something good around them.  I thought about people in my life today who always bring positive and loving thoughts to mind.   I considered myself, past, present and future; I considered myself blessed to be among those who do strive to see the good in the world.

Thank you, God, for my optimistic heart.  Thank you, Jesus, for Calvary and for giving me another day to feel washed clean by your blood.  I pray I serve you well today.

 

Are You Ready?

Yes, we are!   

If you have ever listened to young cheerleaders, that simple statement is easily heard as a battle cry in a sports match of some variety.    With less than three hours’ sleep, this is the message echoing in my head.  I am visualizing a troop of joyous Christians, marching down any street in the world, boldly asking that question of every person who can hear them. 

 
The image in my heart is of two sweet girls in downtown Nashville yesterday.  


My eyes are welling up in tears, again.  Lord, please use these tears to cleanse my mind and heart of anything which detracts me from you.  Thank you for all the ways you are revealing your mighty hand in my life.   Thank you for the entire book of Romans and taking me to 8:38-39 through Jesus Calling this morning.  Please, Father God, reveal your power to Sarah in such a way to restore her and empower her to boldly do your work.  For all who are weary and worried, please give extra comfort today. And these tears, which refuse to defy gravity, Lord, let each remind me of all those still lost to you; my heart aches for all those who would ask incredulously, “ready for what?” Please, Father God, help me rest a few hours so I can serve you and your kingdom today.  

In Jesus Name, I do pray.   



Waking up Crying

I woke up in tears today. I read my devotional in the bathroom and went back to bed. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me and could not shake it. Jesus basically whispered, “sister, it’s okay. You should love them so much it hurts sometimes. And that anger yesterday, you DO remember what I did to the tables at the temple, right? Let’s go spend some time and get you grounded for today.”

My Bible opens to Acts 20:19-20. My first thought was about 20-20 vision being perfect. Verse 19 comforts me with “I served the Lord with great humility and with tears,” a reminder that all Christians will have some tough times. Lord, please comfort my fellow sisters and brothers in Christ who woke up crying today, too. Verse 20 begins “You know that I have not hesitated to preach anything that would be helpful to you.” Lord, thank you for using Mark as a guest preacher yesterday and reminding me how the enemy seeks to stop us from serving as your ambassador. Thank you for the times you have put the words in my mouth which should be spoken, even if I don’t recall exactly what they were in the moment!

My tears are gone and peace is filling my heart at the moment.   Thank you, Jesus, for taking me to Acts 20 to consider how Paul preached the same message in different ways to different people.  It is perhaps one of the best scriptures to remind me how my blessings always outweigh the difficulties. What a great way to get grounded; my single purpose on this earth is to love and testify to the grace given us through Christ Jesus. Period.

As for my anger, I can not gloss over it.   Everything isn’t always perfect just because Jesus loves me and I love Him.  Add fuel to the fire of a human being in the form of menopausal hormones and it can be especially tricky.   The anger I felt yesterday was mostly toward my daughter. I wouldn’t classify it as anger as much as frustration, but the root was anger. I had to ask her to forgive me yesterday because I allowed her behavior to take my peace and joy.  ***REDACTED***   She is a young teenager and I am called to train her the way she should grow.  People are always going to be those things and we are called to be light in that darkness, too. My sadness for her entire generation is overwhelming.   Lord, please show me how you would like me to reach out to this younger generation in a way they can respond to you and your love accordingly. Please show me a better way to pause, reflect on you and allow my children and all of your children to see YOU in ME in those moments instead of anger.

One step at a time.  God, I am so grateful you are such a good, good Father.  I am grateful you are training me the way I should grow.  I am humbled by the lessons you teach me and the grace you offered me through your son, Jesus Christ.  He said it is more blessed to give than to receive.  Please let my life be used to bless you and praise your name. 

Acts 20:24 “However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me–the task of testifying to the gospel of God’s grace.”

Third Time is a Charm

This week, I prayed and wrote about learning the language of God.     Each day, I read my Jesus Calling devotional, study a random Bible flip and soak up whatever scripture is attached to the devotional.  Three times this week, I have been taken to prophets for which I previously lacked discernible knowledge.  Today was Joel.

We have out of town friends and guests visiting, a first time preacher at church and our worship leader must be on a much deserved vacation.  It’s been somewhat surreal.  Everything has felt a bit topsy-turvy  and yet exactly as it should be.  Mark spoke several highlights from Godversations and Jesus Talks this week.  There is only ONE way to heaven, ONE savior and we get ONE life on this earth to do our part.

Last night, I was up late sharing scripture and encouragement with the mother of my daughter’s friend from Colorado.  God put words on my heart which I almost doubted.  It is her story and not mine to share; I just second guessed the source of the words which flew out of my mouth.  I told my husband that I was really good with all of it and the late hour, only because I honestly believed I was exactly where I was called to be.

Still, I thought, maybe, just maybe, those were my thoughts and I doubted my motives in sharing them for about one minute.  This morning, Jesus hugged me and reassured me.   Yes, my child, you were doing and saying exactly as I planned for you.   Trust me.  I am here and I am on your side.

Always.

In awe of another day, more fulfilled prayers and this beautifully overwhelmed  and grateful heart He has given me.  Thank you, Lord.  I love you.

Cookie Crumbs and Kings

When I have seven different moments I am excited to share, it’s incredibly hard for me to pick one. In fact, there are so many from the past week, it almost seems unfair to limit myself. Instead of trying to do anything in my own power, I go straight to prayer.

Father God, I know you are a good, good Father and trust your plans for me are more than good. Thank you for keeping your mighty hand on every aspect of our lives this week. Thank you for not only letting me feel your hand, but for using me to encourage others with your Holy Word. Oh, how amazed I was yesterday when you took me to Amos 1:1 for the first time in my life. I am so grateful you poured such loving grace into my morning routine with my husband; we trust you will be glorified in those grocery store moments when we see Famous Amos cookies!

You are everywhere and in everything. Nothing is too mundane, too small or trivial. Your truth resounded so loudly in my heart. Indeed, Lord, you are working through ordinary people to do extraordinary things. Please keep Moira and Brian close in your loving arms and continue to show them your awesome power, Lord. Sharing Jeremiah 12:5, Amos 1:1 and other random Bible flips with her has shown me that you are using me in a spectacular way for your purpose and Glory. Please help all of us to keep our focus on you and continue to give you all the praise you rightfully deserve.

As my heart is overwhelmed with all you have done this week. It is so like you, Lord, to lead me to another new chapter today in 2 Kings 2:1. Wow. As I studied your Holy Word and learned how Elijah and Elisha demonstrate exactly how you not only control great armies, but everyday details, I smiled. I remembered a sermon series and spirit of itot the everyday detail part.  You just keep showing me exactly how you are directing my thoughts, just as you directed the writer’s thoughts in 2 Kings. Thank you seems inadequate for the connection I feel in this moment. I have checked my motives from the minute you pressed it on my heart to become a living kidney donor. Mark and I have kept this decision to follow your will for us to explore living donation to ourselves until this week. You have removed all of the obstacles and have shown me in 2 Kings today that as long as our motives are pure, we should never be afraid to ask great things of you, God. Each step of the process, I have shared you, your power, your grace and your Holy Word with the sister of the man who desperately needs my kidney. As we get closer to the transplant surgery being a reality for your glory, it is generous and perfect of you to encourage my husband and I in such personal ways. We know you are in control and trust you with every fiber of our beings.

We love you. I am eternally grateful for every day I get to know you a little bit better.

Lyrics and Obedience

I heard a song last Sunday for the first time.  It moved me so much, I sat in my car to finish listening to it.  I googled the lyric in my head when I got home. It was easy to find the artist, Jason Gray, and  the song “Sparrows“.  Unusual for me, I purchased the whole album, without any further research or listening.

If these words were on paper, I would file this under obedience.   Why?  I believed I was hearing what God wanted from me and I took action.  I didn’t care if it was weird or questioned.  I just did what I was told.  It’s kind of a big deal to me. Yes, sir, with genuine reverence.

I am not talking about buying  Where the Light Gets In, though it has proven to be an excellent investment.  So many of the songs speak my heart, His heart and move my spirit.  My husband digs it, as well.  I love that I am married to a man who loves the Lord and loves how I love Him.

The “weird or questioned” part comes into play because I shared a condensed version of my vision, the song and the explanation from the artist with the person who was on my heart from the minute I heard the melody. Instead of sharing privately, I was told to go out on a limb and share on her Facebook page.  In and of itself, it may not sound like a big leap. However, Jocelyn’s husband, David,  leads our Worship Music at Hope Fellowship

Jocelyn is a triplet and her entire family is well known in our church.  She and her sisters post the most beautiful encouragements, scripture and insights on their pages. They always speak the most encouraging words, too.    I have long since nicknamed them the “Sweet Jays”, as each of their names begins with the letter “J” and each sings His praises sweeter than any songbird.  

It is only human to doubt my words or thoughts were “good enough” to post on her page or any leader’s page.  It was impossible to deny that God wanted me to share it the way I did.

For three plus minutes, I kept seeing Jocelyn and her daughter dancing in a field of wildflowers.  I could see them dancing, singing, laughing and praising Him together.  “Even the Sparrow knows, He holds tomorrow” just resonated so deeply as a lyric. I could see brightly colored, matching dresses and huge smiles.   I could see birds flying over the ocean and knew it was God who made those wings work their perceived magic.   I could feel her husband , David, just beaming with gratitude as he witnessed their beautiful bond and giving Glory to God for his family.   The imagery was so powerful; only God could press it on my heart to such depth.

In less than three minutes,  that powerful vision was balanced with their testimony at church roughly three years ago. It was a powerful juxtaposition, to say the least.  I don’t remember every word, but I clearly remember how David talked about hearing “Oceans” by Hillsong United  and, in particular, the lyric which says “Spirit, lead me, where my trust is without borders.”

He shared scripture, spoke lovingly of his wife and shared openly about the two miscarriages they had suffered.  He asked us to pray with him for the third baby now growing in Jocelyn’s womb.  I believe David said something about how God used that song to reassure him that this pregnancy would be different and to have faith, no matter what, and to keep trusting His plan for them.    

When Jocelyn gave her testimony, she referenced Matthew 6:26, “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”  The way she spoke of her Sweet Jesus and her desire for all to know him still echoes.   I have prayed for their family and recalled their powerful, yet peace-filled testimony every time I have heard “Oceans” the past three years. 

I believe God has used their precious family for His Glory and His Kingdom in ways they may never understand.   I see His Grace magnified in their two-year old daughter, Joy.  I can feel His love, peace and presence each time I see their family together.  How perfect she is another “Sweet Jay”!    

After I took the leap and shared what was pressed on my heart, the response initially surprised me. Then, I remembered it wasn’t from me, it was from Him and it shouldn’t surprise me in the least.   Jocelyn wrote that God used me to bless her heart and that her sister had also shared that same song with her in a previous week. Thank you, Lord!    She actually read the link and  said, ” The message of the resurrection gives hope that even the worst will produce something beautiful in us, and will ultimately help make us who we most want to be. YES, more like Jesus because we’ve experienced more of Him, and He is so, so good.”  

I did not feel like I was not “good enough” to share as He led me; I was grateful to have been directed  to “trust without borders.” 

Listening, music and being obedient all matter.  Birds. Oceans. Babies. Lyrics.  Everything under heaven matters.  If we look closely and listen carefully, we can see and hear so much more of what Jesus longs to teach us and share with us.

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing…O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!” Psalms 30:11-12

Thank you, Jesus.

My God Room

Sunday, June 26, our youth group at Hope Fellowship Church began our service with each of the teenagers sharing all that God had done for them the prior week at Super Summer.  It was beautiful. As I listened to my two teenagers and all of their friends, I was truly humbled.  I was also jealous in a good way; they all had over fifty hours of directed worship, prayer and study time.  It’s amazing how much God gives when honored with such time, devotion and intention.

I know fifty plus hours seems impossible.  Still, these teenagers and young adults absolutely love Super Summer.  They get on buses and live in college dorms for five days.  The girls are in one building and the boys in another.  They are separated by age groups, as well.    They are up before 8:00 a.m. and usually get to bed around midnight. The days are scheduled to make the most of every hour.   Picture teenagers all across a college campus, sitting under trees and on benches, in quiet corners.  They are not on their smart phones.  They are not talking to other teenagers.   Each is sitting by themselves with their Bible open in front of them, by choice!     Imagine them meeting in small  “Family” groups several times a day to talk about all the things they rarely have time to talk about in their normal day to day lives. The only gossip is about how to know their friend, Jesus, a little bit better.   Dare to imagine all of them at evening worship together, hands raised and hearts open.  If you have remotely imagined it, perhaps it humbles you, as well.

Our pastor shortened his normal message to encourage each of us to really think about our home and imagine a “God Room.”   When would we schedule time to go be in that room and remove all distractions? Would we say as we walked by, “oh, gee, I can’t wait to get in here later?” or “I’m sorry, let me finish XYZ and I will be right back?”  I am paraphrasing him, as he is far more eloquent than I am!  As human beings in a very connected world, we allow entirely too many things to distract us from being who we are truly called to be.  We are surely just as distracted as most teenagers.

We are all invited every day, every hour, to His Word.  We are encouraged to love him and strive to love Him better every day.  Like any relationship, it requires time and energy. He surely deserves more time and more energy on my part.  If someone I loved dearly spoke a language foreign to me, I would invest time in learning something new in their language every day.  I would show them love by learning their language, their customs, nuances and probably learn to prepare their favorite meals.  Well, I believe God’s language of love is written in The Bible.  I learn more about Him and Jesus every time I open mine. I also believe The Bible, God and Jesus are the bridge to the only Kingdom deserving of all my time.

Bottom line, we all have a “God Room” in the palm of our hands. Instead of fourteen journals in messy penmanship, I will share some of “MYGODROOM” visits here.  I have lots of messy journal entries to type up in the coming week.  For now, I will share that He has had his mighty hand on everything this week.   I am overwhelmed how many times he “squeezed my hand” in return to let me know He is present.