What would blow your mind? I was thinking about that this afternoon because I had been reading a mother’s sharing of healing happening in her son who has autism. A member of my family has also been afflicted with this condition so we continue to hope for improvement month after month and now year after year. As she told her story some of the details involved really stretched the mind for faith. Personally I read them with hope because sometimes faith is believing what you can’t yet see with your natural eyes.
I found myself hesitating though about sharing it with others. Not because her details were too fantastic to believe but more because I did believe them. No, I hesitated for sharing with friends or family because I’m not really sure if they are ready to believe such fantastic possibilities!
Now doesn’t that seem hypocritical, to go forth so boldly to share the gospel but yet pull back when it comes to sharing what Jesus has done in someone’s life to heal a disease? Clearly I have some prayer time ahead of me but I am thankful each time these inconsistencies are exposed to my consciousness. To me it means my Father still wants to show me places where I am holding back on Him.
I know I will share this woman’s story because it offers hope where there could never be enough hope, and that’s for a family member to be healed of autism.
“A true soldier fights not out of hatred for those ahead of him, but out of love for those behind him.” C.K. Chesterton
It can be difficult to feel like you are the only one plowing a hard road but surely love keeps propelling me forward into a great unknown. I have the word of my “Father” that despite what I cannot see, it is all worth the battle. I know intuitively I am not alone either, despite what my feelings are telling me.
Grrrooowwlll! Is that in the vocabulary? I suspect not but it certainly should be. Some days just are not all smiles and sunshine regardless of my trying to make it into something it’s not . This is when I can feel the irritations oozing into my face like some freak of nature. When I start feeling irrational in my temperament I begin to inwardly thrash about as though a fish out of water.
My head is telling me “scream at someone or better yet slap them, that’d feel pretty good” and yet my heart puts me in check to say, “it’s not their fault, get a grip woman!” Oh my, how does one live the abundant life of a day when it’s all you can do just to get through it? Since I can no longer whine like a baby, “I want my mommy” I think I have learned to substitute that whine with, “I want my couch and a remote!” Experience teaches these items will not feed me what I lack however, so I keep eyeballing my sneakers.
Perhaps a good walk and talk with my big “Daddy” will fix me right up. I can already feel the fangs in my growling face starting to diminish just thinking about time alone with Him.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men.
When I keep my eyes focused upon the big guy I have no need for worry or fear.
2 Chron 20:17 “You will not need to fight in this battle. Position yourselves, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord, who is with you…”
The days keep zooming by like some kind of train picking up speed don’t they? That is until you anticipate and look forward to a specific event. I can waiver between wanting the days to slow up and feeling tired enough to ask the heavens to come this very hour. My delay tactic is not for me though, it’s for the unsaved. Many do I love and who touch my life in some way or another and I earnestly seek for them to do all they can in this hour before the dawn.
My heart aches for those who are called and yet put off coming home because they feel like they will miss out on something great. How awful to know the greatness they are already missing. I know well what I speak because I once put off the greatness for things offered in darkness. I gave my endless joy over to things of small use and small reward only to be left empty again and needing my next “break” in life.
I have wasted so much time chasing the “almighty dollar” or my material idols. When I finally did accomplish gathering some of my desires the results were draining of happiness. I share openly what I have done with my time in hopes to inspire another not to be so wasteful with what is so precious. As the song says, “Everything I once held dear I count it all as lost”.
Early in the morning I seek out the strength I will need to combat whatever may be put into my path and prepare myself for blessings, whether they be for me personally or if I am to be used for another’s blessing.
Psalm 1:3 He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper.
My husband and I were listening to a talk on faith this morning and how our faith can really be tested in times of trials. I know my own trials are at hand and I can hear the enemy whispering his lies in my ear to confuse me about why I am not yet through the current trial. His lies try to condemn me for not being good enough but I have been honing my ear to hear my heavenly Father who speaks louder still when I read His word.
I don’t always understand the trials we have to come through but something I heard this morning gave me pause for thought. The message was saying that perhaps our own trials come so that we aren’t leaning upon the faith of others. To really have faith we need to learn how to lean upon the Lord for ourselves.
As I witness the faith of others I notice how sometimes in the heat of the battle they speak out of fear of limitations for who God is. I got a picture of a small sized cane where they can barely stand to face their enemy, but then I also got a picture of the full sized crutch giving us the ability to see our enemy face to face. I have no shame to admit Jesus is who I lean upon throughout my life and in the battle I will stand tall upon his saving grace.
Our mouths can really screw us up don’t you think? We mean one thing but yet something else comes out. I want my mouth to be loaded with an “auto-rewind” feature complete with a “memory erase” button for those I am talking to. In this age of techno-talk I would think it’s totally possible, don’t you? Picture the conversation….you get input from someone and merely reply, “Hold on while I filter possible answers through my lip gear.” After speaking from your fleshly lips, if there is any sense you didn’t speak correctly you merely push the appropriate button saving your butt from the ultimate “faux pas”.
James 3:8 (The Message) but you can’t tame the tongue – it’s never been done. The tongue runs wild, a wanton killer.
Our dog got loose today and spent the better part of the morning wandering our front yard. We were at work so of course we were blissfully ignorant to our “pork-a-lope” having such freedom. (Pork-a-lope is our affectionate nickname for Brew since he hops up and down on his front paws like some antelope yet he’s fat as a pig.) We still have mail delivered to a box in the front yard and when my husband gathered the letters, there was a note from our mailman. He wrote us the tale of our wandering beast and how they’d had a “talk” to coax him into the back yard.
This brought pleasant smiles to our faces for so many reasons. We sometimes forget there are still nice people all about us and even some who will take time out of their busy day to care for an unknown dog. Our hope for humanity still having people of worth is restored once again.
We want to thank our mailman but a note doesn’t seem adequate, so perhaps a small gift for his kindness will await him in our mailbox tomorrow.
Rebuilding Iraq is a common phrase we hear almost daily in a news snippet. My own thoughts sway like a pendulum between “squandering dollars” to “helping those in need”. It can be difficult to understand the truth of what is really happening on this foreign soil if all I can get for input is what’s on Fox News or the repetitive chatter of CNN.
I am blessed now and again by personal notes from friends who have family stationed in the distressed areas. Personal stories of helping real people, not just marionettes in some puppet theater.
Unlike Saddam Hussein who tried to rebuild the city of Babylon upon the old ruins, there is real hope for those who seek actual rebuilding of ourselves, but the bricks must be laid upon the cornerstone of faith.
From Judah will come the cornerstone, from him the tent peg, from him the battle bow, from him every ruler.