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Saturday, August 13, 2011
Light Breaks Through
I woke up at 3:30 this morning and looked around the room. Although I created this steel prison I knew it was my responsibility to break free. I had no choice. I glanced at the Bible sitting on the nightstand and my heart told me it was time. He's waiting for you. Go to Him.
As darkness fled I felt the warmth of Sonlight upon my shoulders for the first time in weeks. I laid my heavy burden at the feet of Jesus and rejoiced. Light broke through and I was free.
'Vengeance is mine, and recompense; their foot shall slip in due time; for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things to come hasten upon them.' "For the Lord will judge His people and have compassion on His servants, when he sees that their power is gone, and there is no one remaining, bond or free." Deuteronomy 32:35-36
He sees, he knows, and he understands. Best of all, he sings over me.
As darkness fled I felt the warmth of Sonlight upon my shoulders for the first time in weeks. I laid my heavy burden at the feet of Jesus and rejoiced. Light broke through and I was free.
'Vengeance is mine, and recompense; their foot shall slip in due time; for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things to come hasten upon them.' "For the Lord will judge His people and have compassion on His servants, when he sees that their power is gone, and there is no one remaining, bond or free." Deuteronomy 32:35-36
He sees, he knows, and he understands. Best of all, he sings over me.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Hell Freezes Over
Yesterday there was a blizzard in Hell.
I think God delights in making the impossible a reality just to see the look on our faces. We have convinced ourselves that we don’t put God in a box, that nothing is too hard for him, and that all things are possible through Christ who strengthens us. Then when he actually pulls off a miracle we wonder why we never saw it coming. In stunned silence we pull our jelly-jaws off the floor and walk around in dazed confusion. We scratch our heads as if we really can’t believe we just saw what we saw. If God belly-laughs, this would probably be the time when he’s in stitches.
Yesterday I saw things I never thought I would ever see again. Today I am still sitting in stunned, dazed appreciation of a God who was crammed into a tiny box labeled Omnipotent only days ago. He blew the lid off that box and the pieces are scattered all around my life like beautiful, tiny confetti.
What I have learned during the last few days is that God is a God of restoration, of healing, and forgiveness. While our hearts are healing from the hurt, he is frantically gluing the fragments of our shattered lives back together again piece by piece. He sits hunched over the mess of us, painstakingly reattaching each shard by hand. His new creation looks nothing like the original masterpiece. It’s better.
Take a good look at the wayward child, the cheating husband, the home with the foreclosed sign. Do you see all the potential? Underneath the rubble and uncertainty can you see fulfilled dreams and kept promises? I can. Guess what? God can too.
Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
I think God delights in making the impossible a reality just to see the look on our faces. We have convinced ourselves that we don’t put God in a box, that nothing is too hard for him, and that all things are possible through Christ who strengthens us. Then when he actually pulls off a miracle we wonder why we never saw it coming. In stunned silence we pull our jelly-jaws off the floor and walk around in dazed confusion. We scratch our heads as if we really can’t believe we just saw what we saw. If God belly-laughs, this would probably be the time when he’s in stitches.
Yesterday I saw things I never thought I would ever see again. Today I am still sitting in stunned, dazed appreciation of a God who was crammed into a tiny box labeled Omnipotent only days ago. He blew the lid off that box and the pieces are scattered all around my life like beautiful, tiny confetti.
What I have learned during the last few days is that God is a God of restoration, of healing, and forgiveness. While our hearts are healing from the hurt, he is frantically gluing the fragments of our shattered lives back together again piece by piece. He sits hunched over the mess of us, painstakingly reattaching each shard by hand. His new creation looks nothing like the original masterpiece. It’s better.
Take a good look at the wayward child, the cheating husband, the home with the foreclosed sign. Do you see all the potential? Underneath the rubble and uncertainty can you see fulfilled dreams and kept promises? I can. Guess what? God can too.
Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Hold Fast
Please.
In my prayer closet with God lately it seems like this is the only word that truly sums it all up. Please don't let the hackers steal my identity too. Please provide us a home after this one gets taken by the bank. Please tell my body to cooperate with me, just this once. Please hold me because I can't do any of this by myself. Please.
In the stillness, in the quiet he answers. "Hold fast. Your reward is very near. I will not leave you- no you are never alone. Hold fast. I am coming soon to rescue you. Help is on the way."
The crazy thing is, I believe Him.
In my prayer closet with God lately it seems like this is the only word that truly sums it all up. Please don't let the hackers steal my identity too. Please provide us a home after this one gets taken by the bank. Please tell my body to cooperate with me, just this once. Please hold me because I can't do any of this by myself. Please.
In the stillness, in the quiet he answers. "Hold fast. Your reward is very near. I will not leave you- no you are never alone. Hold fast. I am coming soon to rescue you. Help is on the way."
The crazy thing is, I believe Him.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Guest Blogger
Happy Friday! I am over at Jewels of Encouragement today. I'd love to know you stopped by so leave a comment. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Sherry
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Sherry
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
Bleeding Ink
I'm not going to lie, it's been one challenging week. It started when I awoke at 4am in excruciating pain. A doctor's visit later gave me the news that I need to have an invasive surgery. I am not looking forward to this. Everything else that would normally be an annoying nuisance is now exagerated. Quite frankly, I'm tired of fighting. I don't want to quit, but I sure don't want to play this game anymore.
This journal entry, written by a dear friend of mine seems to sum up everything for me. When she posted it months ago I could see a mirror image of myself. Today the reflection hasn't changed. She and I, we're just waiting for this season to pass when our blood runs black again.
A Razor to the Wrists
by Treava Pool on Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 7:08am
I know someone that used to do that... cut herself. I hated seeing anyone hurt that badly inside... so much so that "bleeding out the poison" became a dangerous addiction, like any drug might do. She's been/is in counseling and no longer slits her wrists. Thank God! Nevertheless, I do understand what drove her there.
I write, oftentimes, for the very same reason. I don't know how many times I've used the phrase "I bleed ink." It is definitely medicinal for me. Has been since before I knew how to spell ... back when I was a tiny girl, writing songs in my head. And sometimes, well, it's just divinely inspired or challenging to the mind. And sometimes, it's just plain fun. Just depends on what I'm writing. Regardless, I'm never quite satisfied with my "work." Perfectionism can be rather cruel to artists of all genres.
Ann, a friend of Holley (from 'Heart to Heart') answers her own question ("Why do you write?") with: "It is my sickness and it is my medicine, it is my thorn and it is my healing. I take my medicine slow. I gag it down, I choke it up. It never gets easier. I am chronic and life's terminal and this is a salvation, the way the Word meets me. I am not good at it."
I never think I'm very good at it either. But I'm published, so surely I'm not altogether a terrible writer. I journal often... sometimes several times per day, if I need it. And I write poetry, songs, etc, when/if my muse is active/overactive. Lately, all I've been able to write is: "Love is kind." Truth in. Thorn out. "Love is patient." Hope in. Hopelessness out. "Love never fails." Faith in. Failure out. You get the picture.
My muse is dry and sad and sleeping. But she'll wake with fresh breath and vigor soon, I'm sure. For now, I reach out in the quiet, secret places to sweep away the dust of recent battles of the heart. And when my veins have tired of the poison of hateful words spoken, I will bleed ink again. I do believe a masterpiece is waiting on my heart to catch up with my muse. Think I'll just start with: "Love knows no wrong." Forgiveness in. Bitterness out.
I'm terribly in need of a bleeding session. But I just hate that my heart/mind are stuck on the battlefield (though the battle wasn't mine and was over before it ever began). Someone, anyone, challenge my pen! Give me a subject! Give me a cave and a blank sheet of paper! Tear open the thick skin that has built up around my heart like steel. I want to let go of ALL those words and write a new beginning ... again. Maybe, just maybe, I already have!
This journal entry, written by a dear friend of mine seems to sum up everything for me. When she posted it months ago I could see a mirror image of myself. Today the reflection hasn't changed. She and I, we're just waiting for this season to pass when our blood runs black again.
A Razor to the Wrists
by Treava Pool on Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 7:08am
I know someone that used to do that... cut herself. I hated seeing anyone hurt that badly inside... so much so that "bleeding out the poison" became a dangerous addiction, like any drug might do. She's been/is in counseling and no longer slits her wrists. Thank God! Nevertheless, I do understand what drove her there.
I write, oftentimes, for the very same reason. I don't know how many times I've used the phrase "I bleed ink." It is definitely medicinal for me. Has been since before I knew how to spell ... back when I was a tiny girl, writing songs in my head. And sometimes, well, it's just divinely inspired or challenging to the mind. And sometimes, it's just plain fun. Just depends on what I'm writing. Regardless, I'm never quite satisfied with my "work." Perfectionism can be rather cruel to artists of all genres.
Ann, a friend of Holley (from 'Heart to Heart') answers her own question ("Why do you write?") with: "It is my sickness and it is my medicine, it is my thorn and it is my healing. I take my medicine slow. I gag it down, I choke it up. It never gets easier. I am chronic and life's terminal and this is a salvation, the way the Word meets me. I am not good at it."
I never think I'm very good at it either. But I'm published, so surely I'm not altogether a terrible writer. I journal often... sometimes several times per day, if I need it. And I write poetry, songs, etc, when/if my muse is active/overactive. Lately, all I've been able to write is: "Love is kind." Truth in. Thorn out. "Love is patient." Hope in. Hopelessness out. "Love never fails." Faith in. Failure out. You get the picture.
My muse is dry and sad and sleeping. But she'll wake with fresh breath and vigor soon, I'm sure. For now, I reach out in the quiet, secret places to sweep away the dust of recent battles of the heart. And when my veins have tired of the poison of hateful words spoken, I will bleed ink again. I do believe a masterpiece is waiting on my heart to catch up with my muse. Think I'll just start with: "Love knows no wrong." Forgiveness in. Bitterness out.
I'm terribly in need of a bleeding session. But I just hate that my heart/mind are stuck on the battlefield (though the battle wasn't mine and was over before it ever began). Someone, anyone, challenge my pen! Give me a subject! Give me a cave and a blank sheet of paper! Tear open the thick skin that has built up around my heart like steel. I want to let go of ALL those words and write a new beginning ... again. Maybe, just maybe, I already have!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Cause For Celebration
As long as we are in a battle we should rejoice. The enemy would not take this much interest in us if we were not a serious threat to cause of Christ. A big, red target on our forehead is a good thing. As much as it hurts, it means something amazing. We are being used by God and for God just as we are. The power that Christ has given us is strong enough to do immeasurable damage to our enemy and his agenda. The harder we fight to advance God’s kingdom, the more we should expect to face difficulties and challenges. Our adversary will stop at nothing to render us ineffective. If he can silence us in any way, the lost will not hear our voice and the saved will not have the needed support to keep fighting.
Stay awake, valiant warrior! Bind your wounds with the blood of Christ and rise above your hardships because your labor is not in vain. You are being used in God’s kingdom for great and mighty purposes. You have been called to reach the lost, to comfort your brothers and sisters, and to strengthen them with your unique gifts and abilities. Never give up and never back down. You are needed and you are worth your weight in gold.
Consider each attack on your body, mind, and spirit as medals of Honor for your cause. The greater you serve, the greater the threat you are. Again, rejoice!
“And I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”
Matthew 16:19
Stay awake, valiant warrior! Bind your wounds with the blood of Christ and rise above your hardships because your labor is not in vain. You are being used in God’s kingdom for great and mighty purposes. You have been called to reach the lost, to comfort your brothers and sisters, and to strengthen them with your unique gifts and abilities. Never give up and never back down. You are needed and you are worth your weight in gold.
Consider each attack on your body, mind, and spirit as medals of Honor for your cause. The greater you serve, the greater the threat you are. Again, rejoice!
“And I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.”
Matthew 16:19
