Tag Archives: Jesus

Even in the Desert

22 May

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Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines;

even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren;

even though the crops die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, 

yet I will rejoice in the Lord!  I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!

The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He makes me as sure-footed as the deer, 

able to tread upon the heights.”           Habakkuk 3:17-19

Even in the desert, He is good.  He causes manna to fall from the heavens and water to spring out of rock.  His promises are not forgotten; He is the Promise Keeper.

There are days that I need to be reminded:

  • He is my sustainer.  John 6:35
  • He is my refuge.  Psalm 46:1
  • In Him is life.   John 14:6

 

So today I’m choosing to be thankful for a place in the desert, and sun-scorched skin – because He doesn’t leave us to wander alone.  He is living water.  He is hope.

“Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming.  

Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.”   Isaiah 43:19

Be Faith Brave

8 Feb

Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.      Joshua 1:9

This weekend I’m watching IF:Gathering via live stream. There are so many things lately that the Lord is confirming to me and in me, but really, that’s a longer blog post for another day.  Right now I want to leave you with something that spoke to my heart.  Ann Voskamp and Amena Brown spoke of an Esther generation and in that poem was this:

“Let us redefine comfort zone because wherever He takes you, you are with the comforter.  Wherever He calls you – you are always in your comfort zone.” 

Amen. Let us be faith brave.

Fear Not

26 Oct

“Look unto Christ; fear not.  There is no stumbling when a man walks with his eyes up to Jesus.  He that looked at the stars fell into the ditch; but he that looks at Christ walks safely.” Charles Spurgeon

For so long I carried fear.  The yoke was heavy around my neck.  It became the friend who wouldn’t leave, outstaying it’s welcome for years…

Little things, really…They seemed so innocent at first: Why wouldn’t I be worried about my children getting hurt?  It’s what a good mother would do. Make sure and say all of the right things.  You want everyone to like you. You had better go on another diet.  Your husband may stop loving you. Don’t get in that car.  You know you’re not a great driver, just think what could happen…

It kept going and going until I couldn’t see the light of Truth anymore and for a while I let the deceiver win, because when you aren’t fully trusting in the One who holds you in the palm of His hand,  your heart gets tired.

But He is faithful when we are not and once again He draws me back to His side with the gentle wooing of His word.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

With a repentant heart, I asked and forgiveness was granted, washing me clean with precious grace and mercy.

What freedom there is in being yoked to Jesus! All my sins and grief to bear…

Now friend, what about you? He wants you; he’s wooing you. Will you listen?


Image Is Everything

13 Oct

Image is everything.  Aren’t we and our children bombarded with the slogan?  It’s on tv and in our music, in our churches… Maybe not in so many words, but in our actions.

If I make enough money, live in a certain neighborhood, shop at the right stores…

Every Saturday I meet with a group of high school girls.  They are beautiful, funny, and smart.  Each of them profess a relationship with Christ.  We study the word, pray for each other and their friends, and laugh together.  It’s a sweet time of fellowship.

But every week they leave and I have to wonder:  Do they see themselves as Christ sees them or are they looking through the world’s filter?

I wonder because:

Sometimes I look in the mirror and see what the world sees. Sometimes it’s the face of a tired mom who doubts her ability to teach, or a pastor’s wife whose heart might not be able to hold another prayer request because it just hurts too much…

But maybe, just maybe, the world got this one right:  Image is everything.

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created them:  male and female he created them. Gen. 1:27 (ESV)

I look in the mirror and see dirty old, sinful me.  He looks with me but sees His Son and calls me beloved daughter.

Created in the image of God, saved by the blood of His son, and called to be a disciple of Jesus…

Amen.


And the Joy We Share

11 Oct

I come to the garden alone,

While the dew is still on the roses;

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses.

This morning it seemed that He pulled back the heavens a bit and the Voice spoke, just for me.  Little pieces of things, some long forgotten, were recalled and explained in a way only He, the voice of love, can.

Oh, the joy of walking in the garden with Him!

Today I’m joining Ann, and the rest of the gratitude community, in offering praise for the One who is the maker of life…adding my gratitude with theirs

#1  the sound of the neighborhood kids as they ride their bikes up and down the street after school

#2  sweet friends for my children

#3  high school students with a burden for their friends to know and follow Christ

#4  God being gracious enough to provide a “want” and not just a need

#5  enough bread for sharing

#6  the smell of Fall in the air and crisp mornings

#7  His Voice speaking to my heart

#8  a chance to share His heart with others

#9  a family trip on Thursday to the State Fair

#10  a sweet mother-in-law who is genuinely happy to see me and treats me like a beloved daughter

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own,

The joys we share as  we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

Eating His dust

17 Aug

There is great cost in following Jesus, in true discipleship.

It’s not pretty or clean or easy.

He takes us places we would never go on our on.  He calls us away from our families, from our comforts.  God blesses us with abundance and then asks us to give it away.  He wants us to love the unlovable.

He moves in our spirit and wants to make us so tender toward the hurting that we can’t help but be bonded together through the suffering of the night and the joy that comes in the morning.

He bids us to come and follow – to be so close to Him that we eat the dust kicked up from his feet as He walks us through His word.

He’s asked if I ‘m willing. With His small, still voice speaking to my spirit, He wants to move me further, just like He does with all who believe. 

I know there is great cost. While my heart is willing, my flesh is weak, and so I teeter on a precipice so deep that I can’t see the end.

But I know that He holds the future. He is steadfast and unchanging. His promise that I am secure doesn’t mean that this life will be any kinder but that He holds me in the palm of His hand and He will be at the bottom waiting to catch me.

So, I’m jumping, not just falling over, but the kind of jump where you need a running start so that when you get to the edge of the cliff you’re flying.  And He will catch me and I will follow Him, eating the dust kicked up from His feet.

Becoming His disciple, looking like the One who is the Lover of my Soul.