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Hope building and The Silver Chair

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Published on April 7th, 2013 @ 04:36:00 pm , using 292 words, 824 views
Posted in Journal Entry, Hope

ok, so i didn?t know this would be a series....i didn?t know the interlude posts would be one either. 

it is just like Jesus, to answer my questions/prayers this way.  daily and over time.

today, i didn?t know the kids would pick C.S. Lewis? The Silver Chair to listen to (via FOTF?s Radio Theatre)  (are you catching the theme of how much i just don?t know??)

The Silver Chair is my most favorite.  for me-the most hope building. 

Jill makes so many mistakes.  from the very beginning-mistake!  absolutely, her journeys would be easier without all these mistakes.  yet the beauty of it is that Aslan helps her along the way anyway.  and his help is all the more precious partnered with the mistakes. 

every time i listen to this one, hope builds.  principles of the realities of life shine.  gems like...

Jill: "I bet we sleep well tonight."

Narrator ?Which just shows how little anyone knows what is going to happen to them next?

so if you are in need of a burst of hope-pick up The Silver Chair for a good read (or listen).  actually, if i think about it, i?d say pick up any of the 7 books.  For there are treasures in all of them, and maybe the gem you need is in a different one? 

and in those treasures... hope to keep going builds.

what is interesting to me these last days is that just as hope begins to build, something happens to re-enforce the ?logic? in giving up.  the weight of impossibility threatens to engulf.

i feel like i?m on a see-saw.

Yet, like Aslan and Jill.....

Jesus keeps bringing His help along the way.

and it is all the more precious partnered with my desperate need for it.  

Hope...part 2

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Published on April 1st, 2013 @ 04:29:00 pm , using 586 words, 1141 views

reflecting on yesterday?s post, it reads a bit more pollyanna than i intended.

you see, He?s taken me far with grasping His deep deep love for me.  Amy Carmichael?s words; (found in her book; "Rose from Briar") ?Thy Calvary stills all my questions? applies to my questions about His love.  He proved it-He settled it.

but my hope issues of late, they?ve been related to His power, not His love. 

Amy once wrote in one of her books about a dream.  people were stumbling over the edge of a cliff to their death.  where there were Christians linked in arm at the edge of the cliff, the people were being stopped.  but where there were holes in the chains, the people were stumbling over. 

Emily Freeman wrote recently about lifeguards.  

it?s so freeing to recognize that i have been assigned only a portion of the pool....or the cliff.

but what i?ve forgotten is that if the people in my world step over me-or get out of the pool and go home, Jesus is bigger than all of that.

this was me....

The whole head is sick
And the whole heart is faint.
From the sole of the foot even to the head
There is nothing sound in it,
Only bruises, welts and raw wounds,
Not pressed out or bandaged,
Nor softened with oil.  
(Isaiah 1)

Jesus plucked me out.  He did it.  He bound and healed my wounds, soothed them with Himself.  He?s broken patterns of thinking and living.  and He?s teaching me all about joy.

but what about when the ones i love dearly, they want none of it?  they remain with their bruises, welts and raw wounds....refusing bandages and the soothing oil of the Father?

i begin to feel like satan is winning.  and that sucks away my hope.  i forget Jesus? power. 

then my pastor shared this story-it?s just a story, (i can?t tell if it?s true- there is a real painting, but no matter-the point is what i needed either way.)  ...and it struck again to the question i?ve been asking even tho i hadn?t formed it into words.

the painting shows satan as the winner-checkmate.  the man-lost and desparing.  the way Gary told it; upon further study a man declared; "It's a lie!  the king and the knight still have moves left!" 

the winner is Christ.  and He still has moves left.  in the lives of those i love-He still has moves left.  they may or may not involve me.  i may or may not get to see them.  but no matter.  i just needed to remember.....

the hope of His calling

His incomparably great power for us who believe.  That power is like the working of His mighty strength, which He exerted in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand....  (ephesians 1)

it feels quite foolish, shameful even to have lost sight of how mighty my God is.  but it?s the truth, i did.

the grief over the losses is still there.  but grief with hope is quite a different thing than grief without hope.  He grieves too

He rescued me.  He continues to rescue me.  it is not hopeless.

thank you Mighty God.

He came to bind up the brokenhearted, bring good news to the poor, release captives from prison, to soothe wounds with the oil of joy in place of mourning.  (isaiah 61) His resurrection proves that His ways of doing this are victorious.   

There is hope. Christ still has moves left.

He indeed has risen.  that is His best move ever!

 


Hope

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Published on March 31st, 2013 @ 11:10:00 pm , using 110 words, 914 views

grieving over all who are missing it.  who don?t have it.  and struggling myself to hold on to it.

that?s how this day started.

and then.

Since Christ is risen.....

Hope!

His death proves His love, His resurrection proves His power. 

if He can conquer death.....

Hope!

Corrie Ten Boom learned that there is no pit so deep that God?s love is not deeper still.

and Emily over at chattingatthesky put it this way: 

?the companionship of Jesus goes deeper still.?

ahh....Hope!

He whisper's to my heart; "I Know....it. all. I've still got more moves* left."

(*thinking of chess/checkmate)

This is not the end.  it's lifting.... growing.... returning.....

Glorious Hope

tenebrae

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Published on March 29th, 2013 @ 11:54:00 pm , using 442 words, 375 views
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just. this. 

at the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour.
and at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice; 

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
    Why are you so far away when I groan for help?
Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer.
    Every night you hear my voice, but I find no relief.

Yet you are holy,
    enthroned on the praises of Israel.
Our ancestors trusted in you,
    and you rescued them.
They cried out to you and were saved.
    They trusted in you and were never disgraced.

But I am a worm and not a man.
    I am scorned and despised by all!
Everyone who sees me mocks me.
    They sneer and shake their heads, saying,
?Is this the one who relies on theLord?
    Then let the Lord save him!
If the Lord loves him so much,
    let the Lord rescue him!?

Yet you brought me safely from my mother?s womb
    and led me to trust you at my mother?s breast.
I was thrust into your arms at my birth.
    You have been my God from the moment I was born.

Do not stay so far from me,
    for trouble is near,
    and no one else can help me.
My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls;
    fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed me in!
Like lions they open their jaws against me,
    roaring and tearing into their prey.
My life is poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
    melting within me.
My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
    My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
    You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.
My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs;
    an evil gang closes in on me.
    They have pierced my hands and feet.
I can count all my bones.
    My enemies stare at me and gloat.
They divide my garments among themselves
    and throw dice for my clothing.

O Lord, do not stay far away!
    You are my strength; come quickly to my aid!
Save me from the sword;
    spare my precious life from these dogs.
Snatch me from the lion?s jaws
    and from the horns of these wild oxen. 

with a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottem....
Joseph of Arimathea bought some linen cloth, took down the body,
wrapped it in the linen and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock. (Mark 15; Psalm 22)

 it is finished.

tenebrae is latin for 'shadows' or 'darkness'

Passover...and He never lets go

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Published on March 27th, 2013 @ 10:14:00 pm , using 280 words, 348 views

this playing

dishes sudsing

energy given for the washing

artist girl creating for school

trip to the library set 2 boys to reading

silent night, holy night, all. is. calm.

it?s been crazy around here

for such a long long time.

we missed passover last year when we spent the whole Holy week serving

and stood in awe at what the One who never lets go grasped hold of....

letting us participate-fear and trembling all the way.

now, the anniversary- oh what a year-barely time for breathing.

and i sat exhausted in this place yesterday. pleading.

pleading for energy to not give up on our thursday passover seder*

the kids. oh how they love it.  oh the depth it adds.  oh the work.

breathe in grace to just pick up a rotisserie, throw in some frozen broccoli and call the meal done.

knowing its all the other pieces that take. us. deep.

choosing to fit it in.

i hate that. 

it feels like we are choosing to fit remembrance of You into living for You....(or is it living for us?)

exhaustion is never a good time for figuring these things out.

so tonight.  i breathe deep.  breathe in the calm.  praise for the energy to wash up...

and to actually bake something. (is apple pie kosher??)

praise for the prayers answered...i almost missed it-forgetting i'd prayed, forgetting what i asked for, and the moment almost passed me by without notice.

but it didn't.  You opened my eyes and let me see this....

silent night, holy night.

all is calm, all is bright.

You came.  You passed-over. 

You never let go.

*not an affiliate link- just the kit i bought years ago.

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