Pondering what it means to “pay attention,” I am suddenly more aware of the Holy Spirit speaking to me, particularly as it relates to my children. For their sake, I am learning to be silent, to wait, and most importantly to pray. I must allow time for the Holy Spirit to speak, direct, nudge, or convict them--whatever the need may be at that specific moment. The open doors that God gives me to respond are precious, like rare gems, such as a word of affirmation or a prayer offered up in the secret place of my closet, sometimes on my knees pleading for Him to intervene. Only the Holy Spirit really knows how to intercede or to speak to their hearts in a way that is effective and life-changing.Read More
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!” ~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas CarolRead More
What are the Seasonings of Christmas?
You know those certain aromas you crave to set the mood and the tone of your home for Christmas. Which scents are your favorites? Is it the cinnamon or pumpkin spice? How about pine and myrhh? Maybe it's the aromas of cooking and baking which set up the memories of Christmas. The scent of celery for the stuffing simmering over heat. Maybe the hints of vanilla?
Mary of Galilee, now she certainly had her eyes on Jesus. You know her face was radiant living daily in the presence of her Savior. Yet that didn’t for one moment translate to an easy life. She was chosen by God for His purposes, and she chose to say “Yes, Lord” to His plan.
I believe Mary was a willing participant in God’s plan. Do you?Read More
There’s a spray of salt water, a cool breeze, as my feet kick up sand and the sun just casts its beams over a glossy sea. Dad and I run together — run on a beach bare of people. We run and talk about the Word of God and the mighty ocean and all matters of the heart — our feet gathering miles like my nine year-old cousin and I gathering shells the day before.
I remember the laughter of Vivian and Judson as we dug deep in the sand with shovels until the water crashed around our ankles. We made castles and volcanoes and tunnels that caved in a little until the kids decided tumbling down the sides was so much more fun.
I got down there with them, patted the sopping sand, and carved out the tunnels with my hand. We ran along the sea’s edge as we squealed about manta-rays as though the gentle beasts were racing us right there in the clear shallow water, just waving their pointed wings as if they were birds and so were we.
Father God, do you love those moments of child-likeness? Delightedness? Deep belly laughter filled contentedness? I think of what C.S. Lewis said about satisfaction. “We are far too easily pleased.” The real beauty isn’t just the emerald and blue bellied ocean or the sun as it throws its colors across the sky before sinking deep into the blue horizon. It’s seeing your face in it all. It’s hearing the joy of a child running barefooted and shouting “look!” and knowing you say the same when you see your children being all who you made them to be. You’ve set us free, so we can live fully as that. I don’t have the capacity to contain all the glorious revelation creation is pregnant with.. today is pregnant with. Enlarge me. Expand me like the ocean’s floor. Because what I deeply desire is you… and you are always longing to give us more.
Thank you, Sara, for allowing me the privilege of re-posting your beautiful words of rejoicing.
~ Meet Sara Bachtel ~
My name is Sara without-the-h — four letters representing me and the great-grandmother for whom I am a namesake. I’ve loved writing for as long as I can remember and felt drawn recently to move beyond the pages of my private journals (even though I still write plenty in those.. I’m a fan, and expect I always will be, of the old fashioned pen and paper). Growing up in a musical family, I struggled to know where I fit (my musical skills don’t fall close to my siblings). You could say writing became my music. So, here are some humble words arranged in a composition I hope reflects the soul not just in me, but you.
Read more with Sara at her blog space: Incandescence https://sararbach.wordpress.com/2018/11/30/sand-castles/
What a winding adventurous path I've traveled this year. At times, the terrain has been rough, but my Good Shepherd is in the lead so I have no reason to fear. He's continually holding out His hand and giving assuring nods. Good Shepherd, He gently coaxes me, "Come, follow Me. You can trust Me."Read More
Twenty-eight years ago, I heard a profound statement that has stayed with me to this day. “Thankfulness is a mighty weapon in the hands of God’s people.” As I have been pondering what it means to “rejoice,” it dawned on me: In order for one to rejoice, one must also be thankful. The two go hand in hand. Joy is an overflow of a grateful heart.
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I wouldn't still be standing on two feet moving forward with the complete renovation of my future life if it weren't for the faithful friendship of Jesus. He's been here every single moment of every single day for all these 4 years. Even before we knew we would have to completely tear down the old and rebuild from the foundation.Read More
This is where I stop too many times. I read of God’s wondrous works, His miracles and His intimate interactions with real flesh and blood people like me and I want it. I want it all! The idea of my Maker, Father, but more the Creator of all things would stoop so low as to look into my face astounds me to the core of my being. Yet I want it.Read More
To wrap up my 31 day writing series, Waiting for The Wind, I’ve been pondering the lives of five historical people who trusted God. They literally took Him at His word, and followed in obedience. Each one of these five held out faith for what they could not see rather than trust the circumstances they could see.
Ponder with me the ways The Wind met Caleb, Joseph, Hannah, Esther and finally Mary, the mother of Jesus.
Mary’s story will be posted soon.Read More
When I look at this picture of the sun setting over the Gulf of Mexico, I see the fire in the sky revealing the Majesty and Creativity of our God. I remember being there in Naples, FL with my dear STFM more than a year ago.
Today this picture reminds me of Moses looking up to see a bush on fire, but realizing it was not being consumed by the fire. Then hearing God's voice from the fire calling his name... "Moses! Moses!" Exodus 3:4
This week in the continuation of Waiting for The Wind we're going to look at the life of Moses and some of his friends. I wonder if I'm the only one that often thinks of Moses' story as beginning here at the burning bush. Isn't this where God intercepted Moses' life, changed the trajectory of his path and gave him The Mission Impossible?
I think yes in that God definitely called Moses out of hiding in the shepherding lifestyle he had chosen for himself after escaping Pharaoh's wrath in Egypt.
However, I think we have to go back to the beginning. Go to the birth of Moses and remember what was happening during that part of history. We can see that God had His hand on Moses from before he was even born.
Waiting for The Wind of God to come and fill the sails on our boat so that we can move out into deep water of adventure and abundant living. I and my dear STFM - we're waiting. Sometimes we wonder if we missed The Wind. Did it pass and we weren't ready? Were we not paying attention? Or has God always known we would be right here?
Was Moses waiting for God to find him? Or did Moses feel he had blown any opportunity of being known by God or even known by his own people? Did he ever even think about being found?
I don't know the answer to most of these questions. But God knows every answer. He knows all of our worries, fears, & hang ups. He sees & hears all the ways we disqualify ourselves in an attempt to not be disappointed when life doesn't turn out as we hoped or as planned.
How about you? Are you waiting? Hiding? Escaping? Wondering if God sees you? Do you think He's always known you would be right here?
Please join me & Moses & friends this week. 🔥
If you’ve been following along with me this month, you might have noticed the boat in the picture is NOT a sailboat. No wind needed for this boat with a motor. A steady wind would be helpful to dissipate the fishing smells on a hot humid day, but wind is not necessary for this boat to get the job done.
If we jump into Moses’ story here at the burning bush conversation with God, we might find ourselves in agreement with Moses. Why would God choose a backwoods shepherd to boldly enter the palace of Pharaoh and demand that the Hebrew people be released from slavery?
Or in my life, me & STFM – “Who me? Us? We’re not sailboat people. We have a motor on our boat. And a plan. And a destination. Trade in our motor for Wind power? We don’t know how!!” And God’s voice breaks through all our questions, doubts, insecurities & objections to speak to us the same words He spoke to Moses, “I will be with you.”
Oh well, that settles it.
It does, but…
Moses had lot of questions and objections to God’s plan, and we’re leaning toward agreeing with Moses. However, if we go back to Exodus 1 & 2, we remember that Moses was born at a time when the king of Egypt had declared a death sentence on every Hebrew baby boy at birth. His life was spared by God with the intentional plan of his mother and sister to give him life in the house of Pharaoh. He was adopted by Pharaoh’s daughter and grew up in the palace of the king of Egypt.
I ponder on God’s intentions for Moses – even before he was born. Did God intend for Moses to be a defender/protector/deliverer of the Hebrew people as an inside agent much the way Joseph had been? Only God knows.
But we do know that Moses was familiar with Pharaoh. He had grown up in the palace as a brother. Boldly approaching Pharaoh on God’s behalf was not such a far-fetched idea, except that Moses had become a murderer. A traitor. But God, The Wind, promised to be with him.
Early in our relationship, STFM & me, hopped in our motor driven boat & set a course for our lives. We’ve navigated toward a mutually desirable destination hoping to arrive safely sooner rather than later. It’s the American way!
Both of us were raised to be responsible citizens, work, pay our bills & save a few bucks for a rainy day. We gave our best to raising our sons, and we’ve ardently fought for our marriage!
Storms and all, we’ve rocked along in the comfortably conservative motor boat of life together for 30+ years.
We’ve not stopped hoping & dreaming at this point, but many of our goals & plans appear to be overboard without a life jacket.
Six years ago, STFM was first diagnosed with PD as well as a degenerative spine issue. Four years ago his career ended. Two years ago, out of the clear blue sky one day, I heard the Lord speak to my spirit very definitively, “I’m teaching him how to sail.”
I could see the picture in my mind. Jesus was standing at the bow of what I then realized was a sailboat. He turned to me and said, “I’m teaching him (pointing at STFM) how to sail.”
What Jesus was really saying to me (at least what I’ve figured out so far) are these few things:
· I Am here in the boat with you.
· Have patience! I’ve replaced your self-propelled motor with a wind-dependent sail.
· Stay in the boat. Watch. Listen. Learn.
· Trust Me. I Am a Good Teacher.
· I know where WE are going.
A little more than a year ago, I believed Jesus was impressing on me the idea of “staying in the boat” by resigning from my job. It didn’t make sense to me, which caused me to think it really was Jesus’ idea.
I pulled a Moses. (Ex.3)
I argued. I expressed doubt & told Jesus my concerns, as if He didn’t know.
I was the only one with a job & benefits. We were already making ends meet with our savings.
I told Him I would be seen as irresponsible. I stayed in my job for another year and I was miserable.
Dear Moses! He gets such a bum rap about giving God excuses & complaining to God. With only sermons & commentaries I would think Moses was one wimp of a dude – whiny, disrespectful & insecure.
Even as I read again through Exodus chapters 1-7, I get the feeling Moses must have really pushed God’s patience. It seems like God and Moses conversed in never-ending circles. Chapter after chapter God told Moses what to do, how to do it and in God’s own name as his seal of approval. We all want to yell out, “Moses, put on your big boy pants & go already!”
Again and again, Moses on repeat expressed his doubts, insecurities, & all the what-ifs. Ultimately he told God to please find someone else for the job. Reading it, I was getting annoyed too, UNTIL I read the words of Exodus 7:6-7 “Moses and Aaron did just as the LORD commanded them. Moses was eighty years old and Aaron eighty-three when they spoke to Pharaoh.”
LIGHT BULB MOMENT!
The first 7 chapters of Exodus cover 80 years of Moses’ life. This truth changes my whole perspective on the text. I go back and realize Moses was 40 years old when he fled Egypt for Midian.
The more I chew on these thoughts and place Moses’ story on a more realistic timeline I realize I’m reading snippets of Moses’ intimate talks with God. Approximately 40 years he was in training with God. He was being taught the true identity of the God of Moses’ father, the Levite. God was teaching Moses’ to trust, to listen and to obey Him. Over years God was revealing His grand plan to Moses. Helping him to GO at just the right time.
I wonder how my 55 years of life would read in 7 chapters. What if others could read my private conversations with my Heavenly Father? Moses & I might be kindred spirits.
Ponder? How would your ___ years read in 7 chapters? How does this change your perspective on Moses? On God’s Father heart? God’s patience? Receiving God’s call on your life?
Almost ten years ago these words of Moses in Exodus 14:14 landed on my broken heart and stuck.
I remember thinking… it’s a good thing I only have to be still because I can’t move. In fact four months went by in which I barely moved from my quiet time chair. During this season of broken-heartedness I was invited to a prayer class. The leaders offered an opportunity to receive inner healing through prayer & ultimately to be able to share these prayers with other hurting people.
God knew where to find me. He called my name. It was my own burning bush encounter. And just like He did for Moses, He started out teaching me His true identity.
In Exodus 3 we see that from the moment Moses said, “Here I am”, God’s first priority was to introduce Himself to Moses.
God lovingly warned Moses, “Don’t come any closer. Take off your sandals. You are standing on holy ground.” Then, God spoke His true identity, which He knew Moses would recognize. “I Am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.”
“At this, Moses hid his face, because he was afraid to look at God.” Exodus 3:6.
In this intimate encounter in Exodus God reveals the truth of the Gospel:
· God pursues us.
· Even while we are unclean & rebellious, He calls our name.
· God identifies Himself & declares His Holiness.
· He invites us to bend our knee in allegiance.
· At our yes, He begins to unfold His plan & invite us to participate.
My heart was sealed for eternity many years ago by simple faith in Jesus.
This was a different encounter for me. It was the time I bent my knees & pledged my whole-hearted allegiance to Him – regardless!
Since then, He’s been unfolding His plan & continually invites me to participate.
Has this been your experience? Are you needing to cling to the words of Moses today? “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” What does Holy God want to say to you in your stillness?
I love it when I read scriptures I’ve read many times before & suddenly particular words pop off the page as if they’ve been found in a hide & go seek game. That very thing happened to me today as I read these words in Exodus 12:35-36,
“The Israelites did as Moses instructed and asked the Egyptians for articles of silver and gold and for clothing. The LORD had made the Egyptians favorably disposed toward the people, and they gave them what they asked for; so they plundered the Egyptians.”
Stop. Wait. I read these same words earlier in the week. As I flipped back pages, I found these words in Exodus 3:21-22. These were the instructions of God to Moses way back at the beginning of his training.
“And I will make the Egyptians favorably disposed toward this people, so that when you leave you will not go empty-handed. Every woman is to ask her neighbor and any woman living in her house for articles of silver and gold and for clothing, which you will put on your sons and daughters. And so you will plunder the Egyptians.”
Go check it for yourself.
Do you get what this means to me while I learn to sail & wait on The Wind? To you? To anyone who is scratching their head & wondering if that calling – that promise was just their imagination?
*** God keeps His promises. God does what He says He’s going to do. And if He’s asked you to do something, do it. He’s right there next to you fulfilling those words. ***
I knew God was telling me to leave my job along with the security of a paycheck & benefits. I hesitated. I stalled a whole year. But now that I’ve taken steps forward in faith, I see He’s with me and He’s bringing to pass the things He promised. Provision. JOY. Protection. Faith muscles. Trust. Peace!
Go ahead & flip over to the New Testament - Luke 19:28-35. It’s right there too. Jesus told them details. They found it all just as He told them.
Are you encouraged? In what way? Please share.
Thank you for joining me on the #write31days2018 journey through which I am writing Waiting for The Wind.
I appreciate your participation as we’ve now spent four weeks pondering the lives of David, Abraham, Job & Moses in the waiting. I hope you will stay with me as we next look at _______ the mystery person, the identity of whom I feel sure the Lord will reveal any day now. =)
May the Lord encourage your heart and bless you through and through. May you see Him in your life at every turn and may you rejoice greatly in His goodness!
Eyes on Jesus and SHINE, friends!
Many years ago the teacher of our Young Marrieds Sunday School Class would regularly remind us to practice the presence of God. His admonition became a goal for me. I have remembered it often over the years and more often in the past few years. Psalm 105:4 says, “Seek the Lord and his strength, seek his presence continually.” I can’t say that I am aware of his presence continually, but I am confident He is there whether I am aware of it or not.Read More
“Does Job fear God for nothing?” Satan replied. “Have you not put a hedge around him and his household and everything he has? You have blessed the work of his hands, so that his flocks and herds are spread throughout the land. But now stretch out your hand and strike everything he has, and he will surely curse you to your face.” Job 1:9-11
God knowing all things, including the heart of His servant Job, gave Satan permission to remove from Job’s life all the blessings he rightfully enjoyed in his life. Because Satan must have permission to act against anyone belonging to God, the hedge of protection remained around Job’s physical life, but everything else in Job’s life was fair game for the enemy to destroy.
Jesus named Satan’s true character in John 10, he is the enemy, the one who comes only to kill, steal and destroy. Why would we be surprised to witness his true character as he wreaked havoc on Job all in one day.
It came that day, the wind of destruction, collapsed a house and killed all of Job’s children underneath.
At the very beginning of Job’s story we learn this truth. There’s the wind and then there’s The Wind. Most all of us at some point in life will experience the wind of destruction, but not many of us will experience The Wind of the Holy Spirit.
How am I able to make that claim?
1. Jesus said in this world we will have trouble. Jesus always tells us the truth. He stated it plainly, but He also gave us assurance that those filled with The Wind of His Spirit will be victorious over ever kind of trouble because Jesus Himself has overcome the world.
2. Jesus is The Way & His way is narrow. Again, Jesus tells us the truth. He is the way home. He is Life. We simply have to accept His invitation to Life in Him. To follow Him. Our yes brings The Wind into our lives & fills us with Life.
How does Job’s story make you feel? Do you have questions?
God will hear your questions.
Have you ever disagreed with someone over the proper method of removing toothpaste from the tube? Some people squeeze from the middle. Others (like me) want to squeeze the tube from the very bottom. Are you a top down squeezer? Do share your unique style!
No matter the method, what is it that lands on your toothbrush when the toothpaste tube is squeezed? TOOTHPASTE!
People are not much different. When I am squeezed by my circumstances whatever is filled up in my heart is going to be the first ‘stuff’ to come out of my mouth as a reaction. If I am nurturing my heart with the Word of God & I am actively surrendering my will to Holy Spirit, the fruits of the Spirit will be evident in my response. My words will more likely be laced with grace, love & forgiveness.
However, for one who is not filled with the Spirit of God or has chosen not nurture their walk with God most likely the words spewed will be toxic. Likely sin has been crouching beneath the surface. Words & tones of bitterness, unforgiveness or even hatred could be released involuntarily when the pressures of life squeeze a person.
Unless I am intentional about keeping my eyes on Jesus & feeding myself upon the Word of God, I am just as prone to spew as anyone.
So, what about Job? How could our Father, good in all His ways, allow Satan to blow a hot wind of destruction into Job’s life? And why would He allow Satan a 2nd blow against God’s faithful servant?
Our Creator knew, as He knows all things, of what Job was filled. God’s Spirit dwelt with Job, I believe. Through their intimate relationship, Father had full knowledge of Job’s trust & devotion to Him.
Because God knew Job’s response would continually be a sacrifice of praise & worship, He allowed Satan to squeeze Job beyond our comprehension.
From Job 1, do you see how God trusted Job to pass this test? Is it true He trusts you with the trial you’re going through?
As I ponder the life & suffering of Job, I am reminded of Jesus. Is it possible Job is a prophetic foreshadowing of the beloved Son of God who would be selected by God to endure trial & suffering?
At the perfect time, Father God called Jesus to step into His earthly ministry. John, preparer of the way, baptized Jesus with water. It was then Holy Spirit visibly descended upon Jesus in the physical form of a dove. Witnesses experienced this sight; then the sound of The Father’s voice declaring the true identity of Jesus.
Luke 3:22 “You are My Son, whom I love; with You I am well pleased.” These are the words of Father God spoken over Jesus. This was the public unveiling of Jesus as King & the audible proclamation of God’s great pleasure & delight in His Son.
I hear in the Father’s pronouncement an echo of Father’s declaration to Satan regarding Job. “Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one on earth like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil.”
What if Father God bragged on Jesus in a similar way. “Meet My Son, Jesus. There is no other like Him. He helped Me create everything ever created. I love Him & I am delighted in Him. In fact, I am so sure of His identity in Me that I have chosen Him to go out, full of The Spirit, to fulfill my mission to rescue our creation which was formed in our image.”
Immediately after Jesus’ baptism, filled with Holy Spirit, Jesus was led by the Spirit in to the harsh wilderness to be tempted by the adversary, Satan, for 40 days. The apple of the Father’s eye was to be severely tested. God’s will for His beloved Son was that He would suffer & therefore rescue men & women out of death and into life.
Job was the apple of Father’s eye as well. Job was chosen.
I am the chosen daughter of Father’s delight to walk this wilderness way as well.
Do you believe you too are the son or daughter of Father God’s delight?
And then there were the friends of Job. I absolutely welcome & cheer their first response. They heard the grievous news concerning their friend, and set out together to visit him. To mourn with him. To sit in the ash pit with him. No words necessary. There were no words to comfort their friend after such a catastrophe. They just showed up, sat & grieved alongside him for 7 days and 7 nights.
Some of my favorite friendships are David & Jonathan, Ruth & Naomi, Jesus & Peter, and let me not forsake a classic – Ethel & Lucy! When your world has exploded and you have not one clue what to do next, nor the energy to even consider a next step, what could be better than loving people sitting with you in silence?
Maybe you’re better at this, but I am terrible at letting people know I am in pain. Even the closest family members rarely see me cry or admit that I am hurting – emotionally, physically or spiritually. Even admitting how terrible I am about admitting my weaknesses feels like an awful weakness.
Help me, Jesus!
Yet, one of my deepest longings is to have strong, intimate & authentic relationships with God, family & friends. I will continue to make myself share my heart with the real people in my life. (I seem to be able to do it in writing) And I’m asking Jesus to help me remove the mask & to develop me into a person who can honestly just live and be.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful though, in a crisis, to have three people in your life (or even one) who will just come & sit in your ash pit with you? No questions. No expectations. No idle talk. Just cry, grieve and sit with you.
I have such friends, and I am abundantly grateful. They know me so well. In this current season of waiting for The Wind, these precious few recognize when I am struggling to keep a smile. They invite themselves into my life.
Do you share painful places well? Who are your precious few? What would you say to them?
If you’re familiar with the true story of Job, you’re probably familiar with the bad press on Job’s friends. Collectively, these men are known for losing patience with Job’s suffering & their attempts to help Job fix his situation.
Though the men initially congregated around Job with compassion, as time passed the men offered a variety of their own ideas in order to bring resolution. They even went so far as to call on Job to confess his sin & repent so God might hear & have mercy on him.
Ouch! I hope this hasn’t happened to you. If it has, as a member of the family of God, I’m truly sorry. It shouldn’t happen to anyone who is suffering through a crisis.
Yet, I think in some respects we are too harsh on Job’s friends. They did show up, tear their clothing & sit in an ash pit with Job – 7 days & nights. They cared deeply for their friend. His suffering was probably scary to each of the men. I’m sure they thought a time or two, “If this would happen to Job, it could happen to me!”
The last four years for my STFM & I have been defined by loss & suffering. I absolutely know we are not the only ones living through such a season. Long-term illness hits a majority of families it seems. I can’t & won’t speak for STFM, but personally the most difficult aspect of our current season is this:
Everyone else has gotten used to our new normal while we’re still trying to accept our new normal.
That’s just brass tacks. Life keeps spinning at a break-neck pace while we’re just trying to gain some equilibrium in slow motion.
Most every day I think of the story of Lazarus, the friend of Jesus.
For Lazarus, Martha & Mary, all of life dragged into slow motion. They sent word to Jesus. Waited. Wondered. Watched. The women grieved the unnecessary loss of their brother. “If only Jesus had come…”
Jesus knew Lazarus was sick, but he lingered an extra two days to finish His Father’s business.
I love the story of Lazarus, Martha & Mary found in John 11 for so many reasons. Yes, because Jesus raised Lazarus from death to life after four days, but here’s my favorite. This family counted Jesus as a friend. A dearly beloved friend.
Jesus loved them too. (John 11:5) He cared. He loved. He knew. Jesus wept with Mary & Martha. He felt deep compassion for their suffering & loss. Yet, Jesus had other responsibilities as well. The Father assured Jesus that all would be well with Lazarus, Mary & Martha. So, Jesus obeyed His Father. He stayed put.
Jesus was not too late.
I snapped this sailboat picture while walking along the Gulf of Mexico in Florida. It was unusual to see a boat ‘parked’ so close to shore. We wondered. We assumed that the crew had purposely decided to anchor near the beach.
The next day when the same boat was stuck in the sand nearly sideways & yellow tape protected the scene, we realized our assumptions were wrong.
Even Job’s closest friends made assumptions about Job’s suffering. I believe – glass half full - they had the best of intentions in wanting to help him get unstuck, healed & restored. Yet, they allowed themselves to assume the worst about their friend.
I imagine Mary, Martha, & close neighbors made some assumptions about Jesus & Lazarus. Can’t you hear the talk? I imagine Mary & Martha whispering this prayer under their breath, “LORD, please don’t let me be put to shame for trusting You.” It’s been my prayer.
I wonder if anyone reading these words today feels they have been demoted to the ash pit. I validate that Jesus loves you. His compassion is for you in your circumstances. He sees you. He hears you. Best of all, He won’t be late & He will cry with you!
I’m not sure Jesus told us not to assume, but the old adage is tried & true. Please don’t assume everyone knows what you’re going through. Take a risk. Share your story.
That’s what I’m doing.
Thank you for joining me on the #write31days2018 journey through which I am writing Waiting for The Wind.
I appreciate your participation as we’ve now spent three weeks pondering the lives of David, Abraham & Job in the waiting. I hope you will stay with me as we next look at Moses & friends waiting for the Promised Land.
May the Lord encourage your heart and bless you through and through. May you see Him in your life at every turn and may you rejoice greatly in His goodness!
Eyes on Jesus and SHINE, friends!
For me, Fall means a different kind of gleaning and harvest. October is the time of year when I spend 31 days in a row writing about one theme. This year my 31 days will be devoted to the lessons I've been learning as my husband and I have been Waiting for The Wind to set us sailing.Read More
Hmm. I wonder if we should all stop here and ask Jesus what He really wants us to know about the way He sees Mary, Martha, you and me? Is it true that He frowns on the "doing"? Does Jesus really prefer Mary over Martha? Is it even true that Jesus plays favorites?Read More
Seventeen years ago, it was a Tuesday just like this Tuesday, September 11th. The day started out bright and sunny with just the peaceful hint of Fall scenting the air and dabbing leaves with color. I had arrived at Jackson Elementary School to be an encouraging ‘roadie’ for my friend, Jessica Dudley. Mrs. D, as she is otherwise known to students and teachers alike, was all set with her cool outfit, spiked hair and guitar to sing encouragement right into the little hearts of a hundred plus kindergarden children when all plans were put on hold.Read More
When I think of the word legitimate, the first thing that comes to mind is the “real deal.” There simply is nothing else like it, which leads me to the brochure I found in my daughter’s bedroom. The message was specifically pointing out the difference between Christianity and Islam, but it was the heart behind the message that truly defined the word legitimate for me.Read More
You know...When it comes to food it's like a forever battle. I'm always in a battle, others are fighting for just today! Times get tough and everything caves in on us. We get tired and weary. I know! It feels like there is no space to breathe in. It's just too hard.
Don't give up!
The Lord in His kindness has given us a prophetic picture of hope for our anchor. You may have guessed it by now, the picture we see is of a sailboat adrift on the glassy sea. Randy and I both are present on this boat. I am seated in the back on a bench while my dear sun-tanned feet man, Randy, is at the front with a man. Who is this man on our boat? He appears to be a friend.Read More
For far too long I’ve worn my trauma like an ill-fitting and badly stained undergarment. Outwardly, I’ve been able to go on with life and even use my trauma stories to help others. Telling other women fleeing abuse that they could pull through, all the while succumbing to the pulling of me back and with every sharing of my story, I conjured up an invisible hand clenched tightly on my shoulder, still controlling me, still hovering, still keeping me in submission. Like the woman who suffered for twelve years yet found the courage to carry on despite damaged condition, finally I believe, it is possible to be forever healed.Read More