"I am guiding you in the way of wisdom, and I am leading you on the right path." proverbs 4:11

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Published on February 28th, 2014 @ 05:17:00 pm , using 53 words, 1947 views

For this is God, our God forever and ever;
He will be our guide even to death.
O LORD, You are my God.  I will exalt You,
I will praise Your name,
for You have done wonderful things;
Your counsels of old are faithfulness and truth.
psalm 48:14, isaiah 25:1 

May this weekend bring you more and more of God Himself!

melting

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Published on February 20th, 2014 @ 03:06:00 pm , using 456 words, 1184 views

"What do you want?"

.......

the accusations and temptations to do more/have more
and the accusations and temptations to do less/have less

who can know what it is they are to do?

i've been personally becoming aware of the whole identity thing....
          and had a couple of meltdowns over the state of the lives of the 5 living here in this home
                ....and the state of this home
     and some meltdowns over the state of the lives living outside of us, the state of this dying world.

this week in Matthew-we are in chapters 19-21

been also studying David and Saul and struck by (read: identifying with) Saul and his crisis of identity and battle with envy....and the picture of what he becomes-it's not even human anymore.

........

days go by and time alone to sit at the feet of the One who gives the best counsel and listens and knows everything.....the days go one after the other after the other and there is none.  and the world shouts in my ears and i forget what is true and meltdowns partner with striving and there is no peace inside.

until today.  and i sit with this question:

"What do you want?"

and i just don't have a clue what the answer to that is.

but He does.

and so He shows me:

tho i have not seen Him, i love Him, and even though i do not see Him now, i believe in Him and am filled w/an inexpressible and glorious joy.  for i am receiving the goal of my faith, the salvation of my soul.

what do i want?  joy.  unspeakable, inexpressible and glorious joy. 

and all my striving and pining and trying to figure it all out what to do and what not to do and where to live and where not to live and how to live and how not to live
             is all a frantic search for this joy.   

it doesn't come as i think it will. those words in 1 Peter were written to....

God's elect, strangers in the world, scattered.....who have been chosen (through the sanctifying work of the Spirit)
                for obedience to Jesus Christ.

i don't like being a stranger.  i don't like being scattered.  i don't always like obeying.

melt me with Your beauty, melt me with the truth of who You are and who i am.  the truth of the real goal of my faith-vs. the lesser things i make it.  the real source of joy vs. the lesser things i'm pining for

Restore to me the Joy of Your salvation, and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me.  -psalm 51

for further melting....in a beautiful way:  

When Life has Taught You to Run Past its Best Conversations

Being a Closet Radical

slipping

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Published on February 18th, 2014 @ 12:28:00 am , using 400 words, 438 views

 

 When your feet are slipping, may His faithful Love hold you up.  In the multitude of your anxious thoughts within, may His comforts cheer and delight your very soul.  -psalm 94:18-19

May God's word be brought forth from memory to gird up the loins of your mind and may your hope rest fully on the grace that is to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.  -1 peter 1:13 

whatever comes, may you be granted power to grasp how high and deep and wide is His very love

for you.

 

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inspiring reads from around the web:

from Becca over at TheStanleyClan on fear:

there are no guarantees. Life turns, not as we will it, nor how we prepare for it. Rather, God holds all of our futures in His strong hand, and in His perfect timing. That means we cannot protect against bullets any more certainly than we can protect against a broken heart, both literally and figuratively. Our children's hearts WILL be broken, as will ours, whether we live in the city or the suburbs. And yes, we will find ourselves in pain and perhaps weeping through the night. But this problem cannot be relegated to simply living in a broken neighborhood. Because the truth remains that we live in an entire world broken in need of a Savior. 

from Ann over at AholyExperience:  (if i knew how i'd paste a photo of simon's art, you'll just have to click over and see)

Sometimes your art will only be seen from the sky, from the perspective of heaven.

The wind will come. Simon's art will be blown away. Simon knows this.

He still makes art with everyday fallen grace. Simon still creates art knowing it could be gone the very next day.

from Emily over at TheHighCalling

Today a watercolor hangs in our kitchen, a rainbow turtle painted by small hands and offered as a gift. My son didn't paint to impress, to win, or to compete. He painted as an act of love for me. His expression warms my heart, not because the painting is good but because the boy is mine.
...Perhaps the most beautiful work you can do today is to begin to accept your creative inheritance from God and learn to become yourself in the presence of others, moving into the world as the person you fully are no matter where you are, who you're with, or what's gone wrong.


tidings of comfort and joy

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Published on December 19th, 2013 @ 11:19:00 am , using 230 words, 626 views

bench on a street corner in North Carolina

 

tomorrow is the last day of school before break.  half a year of 3rd, 5th, and 9th grade over.  2 weeks off to play legos and worship and rest....and maybe if the forecast is accurate a snow fort?  of course there will be bickering and finding ourselves in eachothers way and the smallness of this house will feel too tight at times.  and at other's the smallness of this house will feel cozy and just right.  

as we all enter in with extra food and family and time together....

may we find places of rest where we least expect them, a bench to sit on and someone who speaks our language.  may the wonder of it all, the Love that came down to free us from the vows we take and the prisons we make..... oh this Christmas.... may there be just a little more freedom and a lot more grasping of the height and depth and width and breadth of a Father who loves like no other.  

and the thing i've been praying for the 5 of us under this roof is many many moments of
      gut wrenching
            stomach hurting
                  pants peeing
                           laughter!      may you have the same??

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.
I came
                  that they may have life
                  and have it abundantly.
 
I am the good shepherd.   (john 10)

Unwrapping Hope in a story of a golf ball

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Published on December 17th, 2013 @ 04:22:00 pm , using 723 words, 1490 views

it's been a long time of pouring out into lives with the hope that they too could come to know the Only One who can heal their wounds and bind up their broken hearts and give them real peace.

and no one has.

the program that we are connected with is faulty.

we want our programs to work.

the methods we use are weak.

we want our methods to work.

our prayers are genuine....if infrequent.

we want our prayers to work.

some of them have come and sat in our Sanctuary and heard the gospel preached in a beautiful way.

we want our preaching to work.

i remember sitting next to one holding my bible-that i had given to her when she said she wished she had one. and there she sat with the book that had in it all my little notes and milestones of my kids and our life and in that Bible i knew exactly where on a page the particular word i was looking for was. it pained me to give it to her-but i knew what she held in her hands was life. eventually she gave it back to me.

we want our offerings and sacrifices to work.

...................................

today, this Tuesday Emily's gathering has my eyes looking for the gift to be unwrapped.

it's almost 1:00 and 5 phone calls into the day and my joy just keeps growing. The first couple were from dear ones that deposit joy, not suck it away. the other 3 could have been joy suckers.

because so much of what we want to work isn't working.

so it seems.

but as i'm filling in one of my co-laborers on the latest developments and latest 'response wisdom' he tells me a story. and he doesn't even know what the Lord is planning to do with this story. it's just a story about a golf ball and a friend and speaking of Christ and how God worked in a way that they both just stood there for a moment speechless. but the current chapter-these 20 or so year later and that friend still rejects the God who worked that day leaving him speechless.

but it hits me.

That is who our God is!

He pursues so. He orchestrates even the landing of a golf ball. and He never stops. It's back to that story of the chess game and He still has moves left and He will continue on with His moves. He doesn't stop.

He won't make us choose Him.

But He will love us to the very end.

oh, our methods fail and succeed, our prayers, our sacrifices. but if we've been around the block a few times we know how utterly powerless we are to really save a life.

But God?

He works. He keeps working.

He doesn't stop.

He promises that our toils are not in vain, and they will produce a harvest if we do not lose heart.

But seriously, there is every reason to lose heart. Don't you know it too? the person you have poured love into and prayed over and before your eyes on a regular basis is all the reasons to lose heart.

the gift given today was not in an uplifting story with a happy fruitful ending. if that's how the golf ball story had gone i would be sitting here discouraged i think. the beauty of that story (and if you are wondering why i'm not telling it it's because it wasn't my story and i don't remember all the details.) the beauty is in the way it reveals the way in which our Father loves.

the gift of joy today is the opening of my eyes to how to keep heart. (find heart? what would be the opposite of losing heart??)

how to keep heart is to remember the One who works. Who loves. Who suffers long. Who is utterly faithful.

Oh the Depths of the riches of the wisdom of God.......


I'm beginning to grasp that there is a hope candle at advent and a peace candle at advent and a joy candle at advent.......because of, and only because of the last candle we light-

Love
that comes down
and Loves......









linking up with emily freeman's
tuesday's unwrapped

the blog looks a little wonky right now.  i just needed to say that.  you can read more about that  here.



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