Hurting people live all around us in need of someone to give them a little relief from their situation. Maybe you are the one in need. Maybe you are the one able to offer relief. My guess is we’re all a little of both right now.

I once heard Lauren Daigle say that her song How Can It Be? was based on the story of Jesus’ forgiveness of the adulterous woman found in John 8. So, several years ago, as part of my message to women struggling with addiction, I carefully spliced together Lauren’s lyric video with a scene from the movie Son of God. I wanted those ladies to know that nothing can separate us from the love of God. After all, “God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.” (John3:17)

All of us (especially me) need to remember that nothing should hinder us from sharing Jesus’ constant love with others. Times like these naturally allow stressed, frustrated, and hurting hearts to pay closer attention to messages of hope, comfort, and love.

As you watch the video, I’ll let you decide if you feel more like:

• the woman ashamed of what she’d done,
• the rock holders who thought they knew more than anyone else, or
• Jesus, who compassionately drew the attention of the self-righteous away from her, who mercifully loved her, and who gently reminded her to “Go, and sin no more.” (John 8:11)

No matter who you are, no matter what you’ve done, thought, or said, God still loves you. “[He] proves his own love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8)

Please watch the video below, and let it linger a bit. All of us could use this kind of touch right now.

It was the 70’s. Top musical artists included Stevie Wonder, Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, James Taylor, Carole King, and The Eagles. John, Paul, George, and Ringo had split up by then to pursue separate careers. (If you don’t know those four names, please don’t tell me.)

My friend and I sang along with all of those artists on a daily basis. However, on this particular Saturday at a church youth rally, we sat mesmerized by an acappella singing group – think Pentatonix. The handsome lead singer caught our attention, but the song they sang captivated our hearts. Maybe we had sung it at church. Maybe I had heard it before. Without a doubt, I’d never heard it quite like that. Something about that song stayed with me forever. 

A few years later, our new youth minister shaped and molded all of us teenagers into a rag tag little singing group that had way too much fun traveling around and performing for other churches. I call us rag tag because I was in it. I can’t sing a single note on pitch, but I do love to sing! Every time we performed this song, the audience became as captivated by the song as we had been at the youth rally. 

Yesterday morning, this same soft, prayerful song played in my ears as I walked the trail by the lake. After hearing the first two words, I traveled back in time to that youth rally and smiled right out loud. 🙂 This particular version was a medley by Selah. The soft prayer had been coupled with another song, one with a fervent, up-tempo melody. 

I couldn’t help but compare the two contrasting beats with the way our lives sometimes roll. Though we all come into this world wired a bit differently, we all begin as helpless little babies who must travel through our own mountains and valleys. We maneuver the twists and turns that come our way. Like the runners I encountered on the trail, we begin full of hope and energy. However, if we lose our focus, our upturned smiles gradually straight-line. Our pace slows as our temperature grows. Our trek becomes sweaty work. 

That’s when we cry out, “Precious Lord, take my hand. Lead me on. Help me stand. I am tired. I am weak. I am worn. Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to your light. Take my hand, Precious Lord, and lead me home. When my way grows drear, Precious Lord, linger near. When my life is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall. Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me home.”

Could that be your prayer right now? Have you hit the wall and run out of hope and energy? I once tried to motivate myself. I thought if I could just work a little harder, do a little more, and fake it ‘til I make it I might find a peaceful place for my soul to rest and take a well-deserved break. 

It didn’t work.

When I met Jesus face-to-face, took His hand, and allowed Him to love me just like I was, I found my rest. His love lingers no matter what. His love motivates, protects, and will ultimately lead us home. 

I finally turned up the tempo of my heart’s song and learned that just a closer walker with Jesus had been what I needed all along. He heard my plea and kept me from all harm. I know I will be satisfied as long as I continue to walk with Him. Then when my feeble life is over, time for me here on this earth will be no more. He’ll guide me gently, safely home to His kingdom shore – on His timetable, and not mine. 

If you feel like giving up, don’t. Just take a closer walk with Jesus. Get to know Him better by reading the New Testament. Talk to Him like you would a friend. Close relationships form out of a slow and intentional process. Read through the New Testament as many times as it takes to become best friends with Jesus – and then, keep reading some more. Read all of it! (Here’s a link to the plan I use every morning: https://www.churchofthehighlands.com/bible)

I feel sure you and I want nothing more than to finish strong. We want the crescendo and the piano trill at the end. We’re getting closer every day, so make today a good day!

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be!

“I will bless the Lord who counsels me — even at night when my thoughts trouble me. I always let the Lord guide me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore, my heart is glad and my whole being rejoices; my body also rests securely.”  

Psalm 16:7-9, CSB

Please don’t skip the song. You just might be singing it the rest of the day – or forever.

Can you invent words worthy enough to describe your feelings after that first magical kiss from your true love? 

Can vowels and consonants be strung together to craft words sweet enough to explain the love in a mother’s heart when she holds her baby for the first time? 

What sentences could you form to describe to a blind man a brilliant sunrise or the ocean’s majesty? 

Could you use your hands to successfully sign for a deaf child the sound of crickets chirping in the summertime?

I’ve tried to describe the change within me over the last two years, but there are no words. I’ve found comfort in knowing that even Peter and Paul struggled with that. When Peter wrote of the joy he’d found in Jesus, he used the words “inexpressible and glorious”. (1 Peter 1:8, CSB) Paul referred to God’s grace as “His indescribable gift”. (2 Corinthians 9:15, CSB)

Some things just have to be experienced! 

Tenille Townes’ song The Most Beautiful Things provides commentary on that thought. She softly sings, “Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry, kiss, dream? Maybe the most beautiful things in this life are felt and never seen.” (You can listen to the song at the end.)

It’s true, we shouldn’t run on our feelings. But, it sure is good to feel what we’re running on. If you’ve put your faith in Jesus, you have complete access to a mighty dose of Holy Spirit power. 

The list in Galatians 5:20 characterizing people who are running on the Spirit does not begin arbitrarily. Paul had already boldly proclaimed in verse 6, “The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.” When we truly feel loved by God, we can then go on to experience and express joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Love inspires all of these. 

Since mankind is made in the image of God, everyone has the ability to perform a loving act every now and then. However, an entire life infused by love can be neither witnessed nor enjoyed until we accept and receive all the love God has for us. 

Are you certain of God’s love for you? You’ve most likely heard John 3:16 since you were a toddler, but do you intentionally take note of the many small, sweet acts of loving kindness God performs just for you? Do you truly believe He always has your best interest at heart? Does it overwhelm you that even while your sins are still warm, Jesus lovingly whispers, “I still love you, but this is not good for you?” His love may cause you and me to feel convicted, but it never condemns. 

Our lives are like a vapor that’s here today and gone tomorrow. (James 4:14) It would be extremely sad to never experience the love God has for us. His kind of love springs from the Spirit’s power, not our own, and then spills over into the lives of others. As a result, love fills us with inexpressible joy, which in turn gives us indescribable peace.  

I tried for years to perform acts of love without understanding or believing in the love God has for me. It took some grandchildren for me to begin to understand the depth of God’s faithful love. There was (and is) nothing, absolutely NOTHING, they could ever do that would make me stop loving them. (The same is true for God’s love for you.) When they misbehave, I definitely convict them, but never condemn. I only want what’s best for them. I want them to revel in and celebrate God’s love. Only then can they realize that it’s His love, their friendship with Jesus, and the power of the Holy Spirit empowering them to love others. 

Maybe it’s time we slow down, and close our eyes to pray, cry, kiss, and dream for a while. Maybe the most beautiful things in this life really are felt and never seen – and totally indescribable!

“No one has ever seen God. If we love one another, God remains in us and his love is made complete in us. This is how we know that we remain in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit.” 

1 John 4:12-13, CSB

Next week, Ron and I will celebrate 41 years of marriage. Time flies when you’re having fun! But, whenever one or both of our lives turns less than festive, days drag ever-so-slowly. Thankfully, our speedy days far outnumber the slow ones. 

If you’ve been married a while and still have a smile on your face, then you understand all it takes to thrive. Even with a long-lasting friendship you realize how intentional both of you must be for the relationship to endure. 

No other statement sums up all the Laws of Relationships better than the Golden Rule. You most likely learned it in elementary school: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” (Matthew 7:12)

Did you know Jesus holds the prize for first stating this in its positive form? Before Jesus’ version hit the disciples’ ears, they had only heard the negative form: “What is hateful to you, do not do to anyone else.” (Rabbi Hillel, a.d.20)

I believe Jesus intended for His version to constructively penetrate our hearts so we can go above and beyond merely doing no harm. He wants His children to live in love and unity whether we are married, siblings, friends, neighbors, co-workers, or members of the same church. Love demonstrated through unity powerfully lights up any dark place. True oneness causes those who don’t know Jesus to shake their heads in amazement, and that’s the first step to them wanting what we have. However, make no mistake. Unity is costly!

For Ron and I to become one, it took more than a ceremony. Sure, we made the promises, lit the candle, and sealed it all with a kiss, but it’s taken so much more! It’s taken surrender, compromise, listening, loving, forgiving, and even some trial-and-error to move us closer to complete oneness.

It takes consistent and intentional communication to move any two people or groups closer together. It takes liberal amounts of time sitting across the table to find out the other person’s likes and dislikes, hurts and joys, and all the stories that have made them who they are. 

Most of us truly want to follow the Golden Rule, but we don’t know how to do that effectively unless we get some feedback. Here’s the rub: the way I want to be treated may not be the way you want me to treat you, and vice-versa. Learning how to love others and teaching them how to love us takes patience, time, and communication. Positive and even corrective feedback teaches us how to love others successfully. When we boil it all down and look in the bottom of that golden rule pot, we see one thing that’s most needed to accomplish our goal of doing unto others – RESPECT. When we respect one another’s differences and pay attention to what both parties need we give unity our best shot.

In today’s climate, unity seems elusive. It seems unattainable. Perhaps you’re like me and wonder how you can possibly make a difference. The answer may be a simple one that’s slow and painstaking. That’s the nature of unity. Each one of us can choose to become more intentional about getting to know more people. Ron and I have made the choice to be more deliberate with inviting old and new friends over for a meal. I like to cook, and he likes to talk, so we make a good team. This might be a good day for you to decide on your one way to more effectively love the people in your life. It’s the little things that make the strongest impact.

“Now may the God who gives endurance and encouragement grant you to live in harmony with one another, according to Christ Jesus, so that you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ with one mind and one voice.” 

(Romans 15:5-6, CSB; emphasis mine)

I’m happy to say that next Tuesday, the 23^rd, is our actual anniversary. So, we’re taking the week off! See you again on the 30^th! Happy Tuesday!

It made me laugh every time, even though I’d witnessed it over and over. The towheaded two-year-old leaned forward, bent his elbows, and clenched his fists as he imitated a world-class sprinter. With steely eyes fixed on his Papa Ron, a mischievous smile stretched across his face threatening to swallow it whole. Those eyes spoke the only question on the child’s one-track mind, “Well … are you going to chase me or not?”

Naturally, my fun-loving man always jumped straight up to signal the chase was on. Through the living room, past the front door, across the dining room, into the kitchen, and back around again they’d run with giggles and high-pitched screams bouncing off the walls. Round and round until Papa gave out. This familiar game always ended with the squirmy little guy getting swooped up and smothered in kisses.

Eventually, the little boy accumulated two brothers and a sister who never had to be taught how to play this game. It’s as if the need of feeling worthy enough to be pursued comes prewired into all of our brains. I feel sure one day our newest granddaughter will also want to play the same game. 

Having someone give chase when your emotions make you feel like running away helps you realize how much you really do matter. Knowing your life matters lays a firm foundation for healing. However, if you repetitively struggle with fear, shame, discouragement, or any other negative emotion, you may never outgrow this game until someone faster finally laces up their running shoes and runs long enough to catch you. 

I apologize for my thoughts being a bit jumbled today, but that seems to be the condition of my heart right now. On one hand, I’ve been encouraged by people coming to Jesus, Christians drawing closer than ever to Him, and the responses of many churches toward those who are hurting. However, if you watch any news at all, I’m sure you’ve become as discouraged as me by the evil running rampant in our streets, on our TV’s, and throughout social media. These are not unprecedented times (just read the Old Testament), but they are unprecedented to us. 

Our lives have been turned upside-down in the last three months, and our hearts are overwhelmed as we all wonder what we could possibly do to make a difference. Like you, I’ve prayed much about that, and I believe God’s response to my heart was, “Go after those in your circle of influence who are on the verge of giving up, and let them know they matter.” God may provide you with a different response, but I cringe at the thought of overlooking the people who are dearest to me. 

After my talk with God, I went to the Scriptures looking for an example of giving chase. It didn’t take me long to find a man who feared for his life so much that he denied knowing Jesus, not once, but three times. Fear caused Peter to lie to save his own hide. (John 22:54-62) After telling that third lie, shame completely overwhelmed him as the eyes of Jesus met his. (Luke 22:61) Then, after the crucifixion, Peter became so discouraged that he ran back home, giving up all hope for a better life, and went back to fishing. (John 21:3)

Fear. 

Shame. 

Discouragement. 

How did Jesus respond to his hurting friend? He didn’t expect Peter to overcome all those negative emotions on his own. First, he made sure that the women visiting the tomb after Jesus’ resurrection were instructed to go and tell the disciples, and specifically Peter, that Jesus was alive! (Mark 16:7)

Jesus never thought, “Oh, Peter will hear I came back to life, and he’ll come looking for me.” No, Jesus went after him. He found him on the beach where he was fishing and even cooked him breakfast! Now, that’s my kind of friend. (John 21)

Look around your life. Who needs to know they matter? Who needs you to make the first move? Who needs someone to simply grab hold of them and listen to their heart for a pair of unhurried minutes or even hours? Don’t be afraid to get close enough to make a difference. Believe me, it takes less time, energy, and emotion to meet a problem head on than to have it linger for years and fester. 

Prepare yourself for the run by staying read up, prayed up, and worshipped up. God’s words given to Moses are still true for all Spirit-filled believers, “Now go! I will help you speak and I will teach you what to say.” (Exodus 4:12)

If you happen to be the person running, take a glance behind you. Do you see a Jesus-follower back there? Let them catch you. Even though Jesus is always with you, you need Jesus with some skin on. You need to be swooped up and smothered with love. You matter enough to be chased and caught so you can heal and then do some chasing of your own.

Let’s help our souls (our mind, will, and emotions) heal. Only then, will we become a healthy army of hard-fighting soldiers who confidently march arm-in-arm into every battle against Satan, knowing the war has already been won!

“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’” 

Luke 15:4-6, The Message

A pandemic provides the perfect time to climb out of your own wagon.

The waves slapped the beach in perfect rhythm as the clouds did their best to scoot across the early morning sky. The rising sun tinted the horizon with a smear of pink that would make Monet smile and run to find a canvas. 

I sat sipping coffee on the fifth floor condo balcony, no longer paying attention to the occasional slamming of the gate below. Instead, my mind fixated on an old memory of a much younger me relaxing next to my Pawpaw in a similar scene. Even these many decades later, I can hear the overwhelming emotion in his voice upon surveying the vastness of the ocean. He faintly whispered, “Just think! God made all of this!” 

Perhaps it was that very moment that led me to grow up believing Jesus lived at the beach. Even though He has since convinced me that He lives inside my heart, there’s still a very tender piece of me that wants to believe He loves His time at the beach as much as I do.

Suddenly, the gate slammed louder than usual, and I snapped back to real time. I looked down to see two women lumbering down the boardwalk wagging an overloaded wagon. The chairs, tents, coolers, and who knows what else swayed back and forth perilously. So naturally, I watched, silently hoping for a live edition of America’s Funniest Videos while “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus” played in my ears. (Don’t judge me. We’re all a little conflicted at times. 🙂 )

They made it to the end of the boardwalk, and even transitioned successfully from decking to sand. The older woman unwrapped the younger woman’s towel from her neck and draped it across her own as a signal that youth had won the job of driving their load across the deep sand.

Her blonde ponytail rocked back and forth in opposition to the teetering cargo. Every trudge engraved deep ruts in the sand as I imagined the burn in her weary thigh muscles. About halfway to their destination, a couple walked up behind the pair. Without saying a word, the man bent down, put his hand to the back of the load, and pushed. The young woman’s step became quicker. She stood a bit taller. I wondered if she thought she’d suddenly gotten stronger or somehow managed to stumble upon a smoother path. Finally, the curious worker bee turned around to check her cargo only to see a man providing the strength she lacked. She flashed a humongous smile his way, aptly conveying her joy at having some hefty help. 

If you think my mind began connecting this scene with how Jesus provides the push we need to get going, you would most likely be in the majority and very perceptive; but you might miss a more powerful connection.

My thoughts, instead, jumped immediately to the cargo.

I think it might be safe to say that we’ve all had our wagons overloaded at times. Maybe religious rules once towered and teetered in yours. Or perhaps there were doubts about your abilities. Or difficult people. Or job-related stress. Or sickness. Or grief. Or negative emotions. Or maybe, just maybe, your wagon got loaded with too much of you. It’s hard to see, much less acknowledge, a helping hand when your cargo gets stacked too high.

Like the blind man Jesus healed in John 9, the lady pulling the wagon through the sand never asked for help. Yet, both of them stepped a little quicker and stood a little taller when they partnered with their helper to get rid of their burdens.

When we let our stacks get so high that they tower and teeter, I feel sure Satan laughs. He does not want us to turn our eyes upon Jesus for even a second. We can easily become too proud to let go of anything. We tell our family and friends, “I’ve got this!” and we honestly think we do until it all comes crashing to the ground. We get so used to pulling a heavy wagon we feel guilty when we aren’t straining. If we ever do take the time to turn and look, we see nothing but cargo, so we lean forward and tug harder.

I realized I needed to let go of a few things when:

• It became hard for me to ask for or accept help
• My mind and body stayed revved or sick
• Sleep ran the other way
• Family and friends were worried about me
• My schedule left no margin for down time
• I rarely had fun

Cargo cleaning takes prayer, time, and an abundance of soul searching. It takes sitting quietly enough to hear what the Spirit wants us to get rid of. We need some mighty hefty help to get us out of our own wagons. 

These days, I don’t ask Jesus to push me. I ask Him to help me keep my load light enough to see the people around me. Who knows? Honest to goodness joy might even become evident to Him and everyone else whenever we feel light enough to flash our humongous smiles their way. Someday, while still on this earth, let’s take the time to relax together as Jesus-loving friends. Let’s sit with one another long enough to whisper in unison and amazement, “Just think! God made all of this!” 

“Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take up my yoke and learn from me, because I am lowly and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”  – Jesus

Matthew 11:28-30

“Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee. He revealed his glory,
and his disciples believed in him.” 
John 2:11

Weddings naturally draw friends and family from far and near for great times of celebration. This particular wedding offered no exception.

Six hefty water-filled jars sat stone-faced as they witnessed the most festive of all Jewish customs. However, as the celebration continued, the water levels within these six weighty containers diminished, causing the jars to feel greatly ignored.

Many faithful Jews used the jars’ purified water to perform countless hand washings and other rituals. Yet, the close friends who chose to serve the family during this wedding celebration became distracted with tasks other than replenishing the water. Before long, the six stone jars realized their emptiness as well as their inability to do anything about it. Secretly, they wondered if they might ever experience a refilling of water, or better yet, a filling of the wine that seemed to make hearts glad. Their work of water storing had been supremely important for centuries, but was there more? Could there be something even better?

The jars first noted the servant’s raised eyebrows after listening to a whispered behind-the-hand message from a concerned woman. The soft whispers numbered too few to decipher at first. However, the solemn secret quietly blew into ear after ear, one servant at a time. The unfolding situation caused complete panic in the frazzled servants trying their best to do everything exactly right.

The woman who first whispered the secret had arrived at the wedding celebration with her Son and a few of His friends. The Son, enveloped by a sweet, unfamiliar aroma, now stood next to the stone-faced jars. Simply having Him near, warmed the jars from the inside out. That’s when they overheard the sad secret. 

No more wine! 

The jars had been around long enough to know how embarrassing this would be for such a fine family. An absence of wine created an absence of joy! And joy stands out as the hallmark emotion whenever a Groom takes His bride!

“Fill the jars with water,” the Son told the servants. Realizing they could find no better solution on their own, the overachieving servants not only replenished the water, but also filled the jars to the brim. The six hefty stone jars felt completely renewed as the liquid reached the brim. They realized there was something different about this water – something very different! It began to fill the air with a sweet aroma. 

The Son spoke up again, “Now draw some out and take it to the headwaiter.” Again, the servants, not knowing anything else to do, did as they were told. The headwaiter tasted it. Eyebrows flew up again! He wondered out loud why the very best wine had been saved for last.  

The stone jars wondered if they’d heard correctly. Did he say, “Wine?” They expected a refilling of the same ritualistic water they had grown accustomed to. However, they never expected to be filled to the brim with the best wine ever! Not just one of them, but all six jars had been filled! More than enough for a celebration! More than they ever imagined! 

The wine deposited its rich color on the inside of the jars as a permanent reminder of the celebration. From that day forward, no matter what anyone else tried to fill them with, they would remain confident that they had been changed from the inside out. They had done nothing to accomplish it on their own. It was the Son who had performed the miracle inside them. They resolved to stand together as a living testimony to the joy experienced when empty vessels, filled by the Son, become intent on releasing the sweet fragrance He provides.

“[Jesus] came so they can have real and eternal life, more and better life than they ever dreamed of.”  

John 10:10, The Message

“Give away your life; you’ll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.” – Jesus

Luke 6:38, The Message

What fun I had writing for Lean into Jesus Ministries this week! I thought you might like to click on the picture below, and take a look. Happy Sunday! Hope you have a wonderful week, and remember … the wonderful thing about you is you’re the only one!!

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One cool, crisp morning, five putty knives sat buried beneath separate piles of forgotten and neglected objects. Each one peeked through the massive clutter to witness the frantic tossing of this thing and that. Their ears tuned in carefully to hear the woman’s words of frustration, “For heaven’s sake, I just used it last year! Where on earth … I know there has to be something around here I can use to repair this hole in my wall!” 

Ah ha! The putty knives jumped to attention in hopes of finally being rescued from their feelings of uselessness. Sadly, those knives had seen this scene play out before with their hammer and screwdriver friends.  The woman had a history of making do with things she could find quickly and easily. Dimes from her pocket had often turned a screw or two. Stones, and even the heel of a boot, had hammered in a few nails. After her short, unsuccessful search, the putty knives’ hopes of being rediscovered ran cold. Each one wondered what it might take to feel a warm hand wrap around them so they could once more enjoy being held. 

Then it happened.

The woman and her husband finally had enough of the disorder. Every cardboard box, tool, and thingamajig landed in the driveway. They tossed out broken things and sorted useful ones. Every piece of anything received careful scrutiny. Items worth keeping acquired their own space inside newly-purchased cabinets. The frustrated couple filled drawers to overflowing with screwdrivers and hammers they didn’t realize they owned, and they wondered why it had taken them so long to sort through the mess. They had so much more than they ever realized!

As for those FIVE almost identical putty knives? Their hearts filled with hopeful anticipation as they nestled together on their nice clean shelf. All of the once-neglected, but now rediscovered tools could finally be put to good use immediately. 

*****

On another cool, crisp morning, Christians lay buried beneath the world’s pile of fear, insecurity, and loneliness. Each peeked through the clutter of disease and despair to witness the frantic tossing aside of purpose, perseverance, and peace. The world had a long history of making do with things it could find quickly and easily. It used power, prestige, and possessions as comforters. Itchy ears all-too-quickly tuned in to Satan’s slithering words of discouragement, “God doesn’t really care about you. You don’t have the courage nor the strength to make it through this! Where are all your friends now?”

The discouraged Christians soon realized their passion had turned cold, and their lights had dimmed. Sadly, they had allowed the world’s wisdom to replace godly wisdom. They trusted in things they could see and hold rather than in the One who’d made all things, the One who held those things  together, and the One who had the power to redeem every evil thing for their ultimate good. Christians wondered what it might take to feel God’s hand wrap around them and once again feel the joy of being held and used for something constructive.  

Then it happened.

They remembered Resurrection Day! Because Jesus walked out of His grave, they had walked out of theirs. They realized it was time to place their hand back into His!

Eagerly, each Christian started the inventory process in his own heart. Piles of sadness, anxiety, depression, self-centeredness, pride, and fear got tossed out. Underneath it all, they discovered forgotten strengths, neglected values, and relationships that had been ignored. They breathed more freely and found unique ways to be together. They made room in their renovated hearts for more love, more joy, and more peace. Exceedingly, abundantly more! With every additional measure of goodness, they felt their hope-filled passion rising to an all-time high.  

The Christians decided then and there to no longer listen to the words of the world. Instead, they would listen daily to the words that came directly from God. With the Spirit’s help, they would become intentional about keeping their hearts in the right place, and they would center their lives once again around Jesus instead of themselves. More than anything, they enjoyed feeling the warmth of God’s hands as He wrapped love, tenderness, and compassion around their hearts. His hands had always held them, but they hadn’t taken the time to sit still long enough to feel them. 

Now, with rejuvenated hearts, they all became putty in the Master’s hand!

“[Jesus] included everyone in his death so that everyone could also be included in his life, a resurrection life, a far better life than people ever lived on their own.

Because of this decision we don’t evaluate people by what they have or how they look. We looked at the Messiah that way once and got it all wrong, as you know. We certainly don’t look at him that way anymore. Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! 

All this comes from the God who settled the relationship between us and him, and then called us to settle our relationships with each other. God put the world square with himself through the Messiah, giving the world a fresh start by offering forgiveness of sins. God has given us the task of telling everyone what he is doing. We’re Christ’s representatives. God uses us to persuade men and women to drop their differences and enter into God’s work of making things right between them. We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with God; he’s already a friend with you.”  

2 Corinthians 5:15-20, The Message

I admit my husband has often good-naturedly exclaimed, “I’m married to a fifth-grader!” To some, that might seem like a put-down; to me, after teaching fifth-graders for so many years, it’s the highest of compliments. 

I love children of all ages! In some ways, I still enjoy acting like one. (If you’ve experienced personal examples of that, try to resist commenting in the box below. 🙂 ) Yes, I love them all, but when ten-year-old fifth-graders jump into my quiver, they hit the sweet spot on my heart, and I am most blessed. I LOVE that age, and I love a full quiver! (“Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.” Psalm 127:4-5)

Fifth Grade Goodness

Ten-year-old kids know how to tell a good joke, and they understand yours. They eagerly teeter on the edge of abstract thinking. Their young wheels whirl whenever a new idea gets pitched their way. They usually comply with your request after hearing the reasons why they need to do something. Most likely, you would enjoy hearing them reason things out, and they would definitely delight in knowing you truly listened. Fifth-graders crave affirmation and encouragement as they talk through their beliefs and feelings.

Most all of them possess a keen sense of justice, so you’d better not step across their line or the line of their best friend. They’ve been known to duke it out over such things.

Teenage Israelites

I believe when Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt they resembled a bunch of fifth-graders. After recognizing Moses as their deliverer, they hurriedly gathered their belongings and trekked out of captivity. The dusty footprints still lingering in the hardened riverbed dissolved when God caused the waters to fall back into place, completely submerging the Egyptian army. The Israelites had listened. They obeyed. They felt affirmed and encouraged. They were free.

If only they had remained as fifth-graders! As their journey continued, they turned into grumbling teenagers who griped about their living conditions, the folks in charge, and the limited menu. So, like any good father, God removed His hand of blessing and protection from his rebellious teenagers and let them suffer the consequences of their own choices. Psalm 78:11 explains why, “They forgot what he had done, the wondrous works he had shown them.”

Eventually, God covered His people once again with faithful love and a whole lot of mercy. He chose His servant David to shepherd them with a pure heart, and guide them with his skillful hands. (Psalm 78:70-72) As a result, the Israelites passed down all they and their forefathers had seen and heard. They told their children the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, His might, and the wondrous works He had performed. (Psalm 78:4) They remembered all they had forgotten.

Becoming a Fifth-grader

If you don’t think like a fifth-grader anymore, rest assured, it’s a good way to think. Jesus even said, “Unless you change and become as a little child, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” He wants us childlike, without becoming childish. So, lay aside your worries over viruses and toilet paper for a few minutes, and take a mental trip back through your life. Mark the places where you’ve seen God do incredible things. Write them down. (What else are you going to do while we’re all needing to be socially distant?) What prayers has God answered with the results you wanted? Which ones are you glad He denied? Has anyone been healed? Has anyone been saved? Has God ever turned what Satan meant for your harm into something exceedingly, abundantly more than you could have ever imagined? Think on those things for a while, and become childlike in your faith again. Feel the wonder. Trust in knowing He will do it again.

Once you’ve remembered all you may have forgotten, share the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord! You and your friends/family would no doubt enjoy swapping stories. What better way to keep those wheels whirling! Share your beliefs and feelings. Listen. Affirm. Encourage. You might even want to explain why you do what you do or why you need what you need. Effective communication keeps us from crossing lines we can’t clearly see. (Read that last sentence one more time!)

Above all, teach those under your influence well so that future generations – children yet to be born – might know your reasons for trusting God. Rise and tell them so they might put their confidence in Him. Remind them of all His wonderful works so they will want to keep His commands. (Psalm 78:6-7) Your own faith will grow in the telling.

Become a fifth-grader again, trust your Father, and watch Him work all of our days into something excellent and praiseworthy!

When your heart’s desires center around doing something significant with your life, how will you know when you’ve succeeded?

How significant is significant enough?

For the last two years, I have watched my man care for his elderly parents. He would not consider his acts of loving kindness to be world-changing. However, the love he’s demonstrated and the frustration he has endured have not only taught me a great deal about how to love others, but they also remind me how blessed I am to have him love me and our family with the same steadfastness.

Yesterday, we kept Callie, our six-month-old granddaughter, who was running a fever and feeling pretty lousy. Ron walked the floor with her for a bit while her tiny hand wrapped around his man-sized finger. Later, he confessed that tender moment reminded him of another one with his dad. Just a week or so before his dad went to be with Jesus, he had asked Ron to hold his hand. The roles reversed. Ron had become his source of strength.

Ron went on to say that having Callie wrap her fingers around his was “sort of a circle-of-life kind of thing.” Then, after a moment of quiet hesitation, he softly added, “That’s the way it is with Jesus. We always have Him to hold onto.” 

Some of us will humbly and courageously do great things for God in big, bold, public arenas. Most of us will not. But, I’ve come to realize that it’s those thousands of small victories that add up to a few great ones. Perhaps our greatest victories are not newsworthy, but never doubt they are profound.

Truly meaningful platforms rise out of the ashes of charred lives that have been resurrected. I write about my ashes to remind myself how far the love of God traveled to reach me. I write about the grace that washed those ashes away so that my grandchildren will one day realize that it can and will do the same for them. I write about my new life in the Spirit so that you and anyone who takes the time to read my words will comprehend the joy and peace that can be found.

So, how significant is significant enough?

If you still have parents living, live in such a way that you will have no regrets.

If you have a spouse, love him or her with all your heart, and let them know it. 

If you have children (or grandchildren), sit with them, read to them, speak life to them, listen to them, and most of all, let them see you loving God and people (especially their other parent). 

Spend time with your friends. Listen to their stories, and tell them yours. Become the kind of friend you would like to have.

Nothing else you accomplish will create a life of such profound significance and success. These things will linger for generations to come! It’s sort of a circle-of-life kind of thing. Whenever you feel like giving up and letting go, remember, Jesus is always glad to be your source of strength. You always have Him to hold onto.

“For this is what the Lord says – the Creator of the heavens, the God who formed the earth and made it, the one who established it … he says, ‘I am the Lord, and there is no other. I will be the same until your old age, and I will bear you up when you turn gray. I have made you, and I will carry you; I will bear and rescue you.’”  

Isaiah 45:18; 46:4

Praise God for the rescue!

It would thrill my soul for you to show a little love to my friends at Lean into Jesus Ministries by reading the follow-up to last week’s Perfection Road post.

Visit their website by clicking on the picture below and check out “Big Rocks, Little Rocks, Good Rocks, Bad Rocks” and let me know your thoughts. The more you share, the more we all grow! Thank you for traveling with me! Happy Monday! See you back here tomorrow morning. 🙂

Members of our church youth group, armed with brooms, mops, and buckets, descended on the new minister’s house intent on a little last-minute cleaning and a whole lot of shenanigans. Philip Black and his family were on their way to their new house and we needed to get busy.

We weren’t sure what to expect from this new guy, but as soon as that gigantic smile of his burst through the door we were all swept away by his clever wit and genuine love for people. Philip remained our preacher throughout my teen years and became good friends with my dad. 

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the state, another man led a small tribe with the same type of genuine spirit. With not nearly as many words, Berlun Jackson’s work ethic, honesty, and friendliness drew others to him and spilled over into members of his tribe. 

While I sat listening and learning from Philip, my husband Ron sat at the feet of his dad, absorbing all of his good qualities. Ron and I met in Auburn in September of 1978. Knowing I played racquetball, he said he’d always wanted to learn how to play. (What a pick-up line!) Of course, I offered to teach him a thing or two, and I haven’t stopped doing that for over 40 years! 🙂 After his first kiss, I was all in, and I think he must have been too. We got engaged in October and married in June just eight months later. Every month since then, I’ve appreciated the time his father spent teaching Ron to be a man.

Ron also learned from his dad how to scare the living daylights out of me. I remember riding with the senior Jackson in his truck one day. Neither of us talked much, so it had gotten really quiet. I’m sure my mind was off in Never-Never Land somewhere when all of a sudden he screamed and slapped the truck seat as hard as he could. I screamed louder and tried to push my thumping heart out of my throat and back down into my chest. He laughed and laughed. It took hours for my heart to get back into rhythm. 

Let’s just say, Ron learned everything exceptionally well from his dad!

This past Sunday, both Philip, the man who married us, and Berlun, the man who helped sustain us, were eulogized. Philip in Montgomery, Berlun in Guntersville. In his later years, Philip moved to Guntersville to live near his brother. It was heartwarming to see the obituary for these two precious men appear side-by-side in the local newspaper.

Both men fought the good fight, finished the race, kept the faith, and left a legacy of love.

Each man played a significant role in the book written by God long ago that continues to be played out in the chapters of our love story. 

Since this is Valentines week, let me go on record as saying God has a love story for you as well. He hand-picked you to be part of His tribe. Jesus has already armed Himself with a Sword, a robe, and a crown to prepare the way toward a new home for you. He can’t wait to see your gigantic smile burst through heaven’s door because of your great love for Him! 

Yes, there will be days He will need to get your attention. He may slap the seat you’re sitting on to get your heart in the right place, but He only does it because He loves you and wants to see you smile again. Appreciate Him taking the time.

Sit at His feet.

Pay attention. 

Learn. 

Fight the good fight. 

Keep the faith. 

Finish the race. 

Leave a legacy of love. 

And then, after we see Jesus … we’ll go side-by-side to find Philip and Berlun. I think you’ll love them too.

“In my Father’s house are many rooms; if not, I would have told you. I am going away to prepare a place for you. If I go away and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to myself, so that where I am you may be also.”

John 14:2-3

Whenever my friend and I travel together she’s in charge of playing the music from my phone. As she scrolls through my playlists, she likes to give me a hard time not only about how many there are, but also how varied. Indeed, I do love music, and my tastes teeter totter from Beethoven to Foreigner, Toby Mac to Selah, James Taylor to Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Crowder to Hillsong. Whenever my downloaded songs play randomly they resemble Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates – you never know what you’re going to get!

Yesterday morning I chose one of my favorite Christian playlists to keep me company on the road. Two songs that I happily sing along with, when I’m sure no one’s listening, rang out back-to-back. However, I’ve never noticed the connection between them until yesterday.

The first one reminded me of who God is. He’s a “way maker, miracle worker, promise keeper, Light in the darkness.” God never failed to make a way for me when I lost my way. I’ve often witnessed Him doing the impossible. He has never left me, forsaken me, condemned me, or been unloving, unfaithful, or untrue. Things always seem to look better in the light of His day, the light of His love, and in the light of His Word. He mends lives and turns them around. He powerfully works for me even when I don’t see it. That is why I worship Him!

Then, on the heels of that song came one that testifies to what each of us can become after we fully realize exactly who God is. Each of us can hold our head up and boldly declare, “I am a mountain mover, water walker, more than just an overcomer because I’ve been set free. I am a gospel preacher, heart on fire, freedom-singing testifier because I’ve been redeemed. I AM A BELIEVER!”

I’ve been in “the hands of the Healer and the arms of the Savior” more times than I can count. In fact, that’s where I long to stay. I am fully aware of my need for new mercies every morning. I know “the grace of Jesus makes me who I am.” But here is the part I don’t want you to miss; this is not your home. You don’t walk alone – no matter what comes your way. You can have peace through the trouble. You can have joy through the struggle, and place your hope in a brighter day!

Since you’re reading this, you most likely believe that Jesus is who He says He is and that He can do all He says He can do. But do you really believe He will do it for you? I sure hope so, because He is more than able and way more than willing to prove His love! Just keep your eyes and heart open.

If you are struggling or stressed today, spend some time worshipping. If you’re having a great day, spend some time worshipping. Nothing speaks louder to those who don’t know Jesus than someone who’s been with Him through worship.

Here’s a little something to get you going:

Happy Tuesday, Freedom-singing testifier!

Have you noticed the people of the world are lost? Because they live in the dark, they act and react like lost people. So, why do their actions surprise us? 

Consider some of the societal problems we have now – abortion, a divisive government, racism, homelessness, pornography, poverty, abuse, homosexuality, sex trafficking, drug/alcohol addiction, depression, and suicide. If merely reading that list overwhelms you, put ONE face on the ONE problem that most deeply pricks your heart. Could that ONE face benefit from your prayers? Your loving kindness? Your resources? Your time? Your friendship? Could you help just ONE struggling person? 

Most times, when I feel overwhelmed by a variety of situations, I do nothing. That’s not good. Seeing too much hurt all at once causes me to feel useless. I guess that’s why I’ve limited my news intake. I tend to spoon everyone’s hurt into my heart and let it sit there until it sours my attitude. Overwhelming hurt has the potential to choke our spirits, but most of us ably chew up smaller bite-size pieces when we need to. I’ve decided to stop using the overwhelmed feeling as an excuse and start doing something to make a difference!

It’s taken some time, but I’m finally learning it takes hefty doses of courage to be vulnerable enough to meaningfully connect with others. It also takes time to build a trusting relationship, and it takes accepting the love of God to give us the desire to even want to be an encouragement to others.

My grandmother spoke wisely when she said, “We always find the time to do the things we really want to do.” 

Oh God, change the desires of our hearts into what You desire for us! Help us want to step into the lives of the hurting long enough to shine a light on the path that leads straight to You. Forgive us for thinking our time can be better spent on projects rather than people. Help us see what You see. Overwhelm us with Your strength.

Take a moment to imagine the change you might experience if every Christian in your life covered you in a heap of loving kindness  – no matter what you’ve done. 

What if they regularly reminded you of the drenching grace Jesus longs to pour over all of us – no matter what any of us have done? 

Just think how you might go deeper with God if you were motivated by Christian friends who mustered the courage to share the tender details of their friendship with the Holy Spirit – no matter what they’ve done. “Therefore, whatever you want others to do for you. Do also the same for them. Matthew 7:12, CSB

Love has covered a multitude of YOUR sins; it can do the same for others. 

“Above all, maintain constant love for one another, since love covers a multitude of sins.” 

1 Peter 4:8, CSB

Grace has taught YOU to live a godly life; it can do the same for others. 

“For the grace of God has appeared to bring salvation to all people. It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope – the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ.” 

Titus 2:11-12, NIV

Friendship with the Holy Spirit comforted YOU, taught YOU, and helped lead YOU out of darkness; it can do the same for others. 

“[Jesus said] I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever. He is the Spirit of truth. The world is unable to receive him because it doesn’t see him or know him. But you do know him, because he remains with you and will be in you.” 

John 14:16-17, CSB

None of us are made to do everything, but we all have someONE who needs what we have. Let the Message’s paraphrase of Paul’s words to the Romans cause you to look around your life for that ONE face who needs some Sonshine.

“Those of us who are strong and able in the faith need to step in and lend a hand to those who falter, and not just do what is most convenient for us. Strength is for service, not status. Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, “How can I help?” That’s exactly what Jesus did. He didn’t make it easy for himself by avoiding people’s troubles, but waded right in and helped out. “I took on the troubles of the troubled,” is the way Scripture puts it. Even if it was written in Scripture long ago, you can be sure it’s written for us. God wants the combination of his steady, constant calling and warm, personal counsel in Scripture to come to characterize us, keeping us alert for whatever he will do next.”  

Romans 15:1-4, The Message

I’m convinced we contain the power to create a huge dent in most of our world’s problems. We can make a huge difference by replacing all the criticism with one simple question:

I am so looking forward to what God will do next! What about you?

My friend Kim and I walked into the familiar room of about 25 ladies eagerly seeking freedom from drugs and alcohol. They had assembled for our once-a-month Bible study, one that always jolts our hearts with joy. Newcomers eyed us timidly. Old-timers smiled and greeted us warmly. 

Whenever we stand in front of a group, it’s their eyes that let us know when we’ve struck a nerve.

As we talked about reasons to praise God, several eyes throughout the room frequently filled with emotion, threatening to spill over. The Holy Spirit moved heart by heart throughout the room. I prayed silently, but mightily, for Him to take over like only He can.

He never disappoints.

Since I became convicted last year about making sure that we never leave those women without laying out the gospel and emphasizing their need for Jesus, I did my best to do that. We offered them the opportunity to come to us for prayer when we concluded. It could be any kind of prayer – one of surrender or one for a very specific need. 

Needless to say, we had the honor of praying for several women that night for many reasons. I’m always humbled by the things these women have endured.

One young lady had been writing all during our time together as a way of processing what she was hearing. She brought what she’d written and read it to me. I asked her if I could take a picture of it so that I could share it with you today. Her smile nearly swallowed her face as she replied, “Oh, yes! Please!” Here is a portion of what she and the Spirit penned together:

“No matter what I’ve been through or where I’ve been, look at how God worked from then to now. Look at my life now! God works in good ways. If He brought me out of those situations, He can bring me out of this one. God got me right where He wants me. I could have been dead or in prison, but that wasn’t a part of God’s plans. I always cried when times got hard and things got rough, but asking and praying for help was the best thing I could have ever done. Be specific about what you ask God for. This was my way out. This is the help God knew I needed because I can’t do it on my own. My story and my problems can help somebody else, just like somebody else’s problems and stories are helping me now.”

Wow! Her words filled my eyes with emotion. She gets it. She knows that her circumstances have made her stronger and she knows now exactly where her help comes from. She understands her purpose in life is to help others by sharing all God’s done for her.

I’m sharing this with you to remind you how powerful your stories can be. Nothing frustrates me more than someone who loves God, but doesn’t want to share any specifics about what He’s done for them. I hope you know we are ALL hot messes. We ALL need God to cool us off and straighten things out. I need to learn from your mess and you need to learn from mine. Only then, can we celebrate all He does for us. Only then, can we douse our hot pride with some cool humility.

After praying with our new writing friend, a woman with streams of tears running down her cheeks walked up to me. I had watched her eyes throughout the night. They were troubled and teary. A solemn expression slid down her face about as far as it could slide without falling into her lap. When she walked up to me we exchanged a warm hug as she whispered in my ear, “I’m ready!” I loved hearing her say, she was finally ready to let God have control of her life. 

No doubt the Spirit had been working on her for a while, but He blessed me by allowing me to witness her most significant moment of surrender. What an encourager He is!

As we left, Kim and I talked with our new sister once more. We watched her eyes. She wore a new expression of peace that was unmistakably Spirit-sent! Her eyes sparkled with pure joy. If God can do that so quickly on her outside, just imagine what He did on her inside!

I’m praying that the Spirit in this new year will teach each of us to feel more deeply, share more freely, and watch the eyes of others more closely. Please join me in believing that our 2020 eyes will be filled with an indescribable, inexpressible, and glorious joy! 

Next week I’ll be sharing my new word for the year. I hope you’ll have yours ready to share. 2020 will be a monumental year – no matter what!

Happy New Year!

This time next week we will be smack dab in the middle of the giving and receiving of gifts. Some of those gifts will paint wide grins on happy faces, while others will … well … you know. 

Like most of you, as a kid I couldn’t wait to tear into my presents. Ribbons and wrapping sailed through the air followed by tissue paper, bows, and box lids. I couldn’t wait to see what was inside. The anticipation was almost as good as the actual unwrapping. 

Now that I’m all grown up (so to speak) the focus of my anticipation has been redirected. I can hardly wait to see the paper fly soon after my grandchildren receive their gifts. I know I will be overwhelmed by pure joy once again.

All of this anticipation has caused me to wonder whether or not God had a hard time containing His excitement before giving His gift to the world. After all, that page in your Bible separating the Old and New Testaments represents four hundred years! That’s a long time to wait for an unwrapping.

God certainly knew we needed His gift. Surely, He understood there were some who knew enough to want it. Yet, even though His gift met a need and fulfilled a desire, God gave us Jesus out of pure love.

If my grandchildren took my gifts and threw them in the trash without even opening them, I’d be devastated by their disregard. On the other hand, if after opening them they believed my gifts were neither needed nor wanted, I’d be sad. But worst of all, if after opening them and realizing their value, they handed them back to me feeling they hadn’t earned them, we’d have to have a talk.

I’m fairly certain that many of you reading this have opened God’s gift and received Jesus. You want Him more than anything. You understand exactly how much you need Him. I knew those things too, even as a teenager. But it wasn’t until a few years ago that I finally understood just how much God loves me and wants the very best for me. I don’t have to earn His love. It’s already mine. Is that hard for you to believe too?  

My grandchildren do not have nearly enough money to repay me for the gifts I’ve purchased for them. Neither are any of us able to repay God for the gift of Jesus. All I want from my five young ones at Christmastime are giant smiles, humongous hugs, and spontaneous thank-you’s. I’m eager to witness a display of joy and affection that prove they know without a doubt that my love for them is real, genuine, and free of charge. When they grasp that kind of unconditional love, they will be able to more clearly recognize and accept God’s love for them. Only then can they begin to appreciate Jesus’ grace and celebrate their intimate friendship with the Holy Spirit. It’s God’s love, the grace of Jesus, and the fellowship with the Holy Spirit that create a bond that will always help them stay on a path that is good for them.

Even when my grand kiddos are less than grand with me, they know I love them too much to let them slide very far. The same is true with God. He loves us too much to overlook our mistakes. He will do whatever it takes to keep us on a path that is good for us – one that keeps us near Him. Once we experience His presence, we never want to leave. We want everyone we love to experience Him too.

With that in mind, sometime this week, let’s all stop for a just a pair of minutes and give the gift that may seem a bit over-the-top nowadays. Let’s give our time to someone in need of a few giant smiles, humongous hugs, and spontaneous thank-you’s. Then, be ready to do what may be even more difficult – let somebody love you!

I’m pretty sure the Great Gift-Giver would enjoy watching that kind of gift exchange.

“God’s readiness to give and forgive is now public. Salvation’s available for everyone! We’re being shown how to turn our backs on a godless, indulgent life, and how to take on a God-filled, God-honoring life. This new life is starting right now, and is whetting our appetites for the glorious day when our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, appears. He offered himself as a sacrifice to free us from a dark, rebellious life into this good, pure life, making us a people he can be proud of, energetic in goodness.” 

Titus 2:11-14, The Message

Last week, the seeds planted by my mother and two grandmothers that had lain dormant for the past two years thankfully sprouted and took root again inside me. The joy over my most favorite holiday returned, transforming my Thanksgiving preparations into pure delight. Like many of you, I asked all my peeps for their food requests, made my grocery list, shopped till I dropped, decided what could be made ahead and what would be last-minute dishes. Then I donned my apron, and enjoyed days of chopping, slicing, simmering, and stirring. I remembered some of my grandmothers’ tricks as I went along, adding a dash of this and a sprinkle of that. It felt good to be connected to them like that again. I’m praying my grandchildren will store away those kinds of memories to conjure up later on.

Sometime during this Thanksgiving Day process, my quiet time took me to 2 Peter 1, and naturally my wheels started churning up thoughts, words, and lessons – some for you, but more for me. I began to notice that Peter’s words made a great recipe for “MORE”. Doesn’t God’s love seem like a plateful of Thanksgiving goodness, always leaving us wanting just a little bit more? The more love we have, the more we’ll be able to share love with others.

Peter began his second letter by handing us God’s menu. On it, we see that the Master Chef included every possible delicacy free of charge. “His divine power has given us everything required for life and godliness through the knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.” (2 Peter 1:3, CSB, emphasis mine)

It’s as if Jesus beckons us to God’s buffet and then waits to see how we will respond. Will we heap our plates high, having complete confidence in the quality of His meal, or will we lack faith in who He made us to be and only dip out a few measly crumbs? God planned for our meal to begin with substantial faith and end with a deliciously, decadent amount of love. 

So, how do we expand our simple faith into this kind of belt-loosening love? It’s a process that’s not merely survived, but one in which we THRIVE! Peter spells it out perfectly. We set our plate of FAITH on the table. Then, because we crave more, God helps us to methodically spoon out helping after helping of the following dishes:

GOODNESS. As the Holy Spirit stirs inside us, our desire to make good moral decisions gets folded into our already-existing faith.  His power at work in us allows others to taste and see God’s goodness expressed through us.

KNOWLEDGE. The more we get to know God, the more understanding and wisdom we will digest. The wiser we become, the more effective we’ll be in sharing God’s goodness. Experiencing God’s love, the grace of Jesus, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit will quickly turn our sour religion into sweet relationship.

SELF-CONTROL. A deeper friendship with God and an acceptance of His grace motivates us to say ‘no’ to our own selfish desires. We trust the Spirit to help us see the consequences of putting our own desires first. This helps us avoid the things that are bad for us.

ENDURANCE. Just when we’re beginning to thrive in God’s process, Satan dispenses discouragement to shove us out of line. When we’ve had more than we can take, God helps us purge all that’s been making us sick, so that we can receive His hefty dollop of “everything good”. The joy of the Lord becomes our strength that helps us endure!

GODLINESS. Realizing where our help comes from allows us to become more like Jesus. Godliness forms when we realize life is not all about us. We were made to praise God and give Him the very best reviews. As our faith gets richer, it becomes the spice of life that releases the fragrance of Christ.

BROTHERLY AFFECTION. Realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around us, allows us to see others through God’s eyes. Brotherly affection can take many forms. It might come through a phone call, a text, flowers, an unexpected meal, a short note, a long letter, errands run, babysitting, listening, or just giving your time. In a nutshell, brotherly affection is anything that makes someone else’s day better, all because the giver wants to, not because they think they should. (We can usually tell the difference, right?)

LOVE. When we pile our faith high with goodness, knowledge, self-control, endurance, godliness, and brotherly affection, all the world sees is love – God’s love!

Thanksgiving isn’t the only day we give thanks.  It’s a special day of remembrance that grows sweeter every year. In the same way, Peter’s process of enriching our faith isn’t a one-time thing. It’s like enjoying your favorite meal again and again. Every morsel creates a more glorious and inexpressible joy because we’re drawn that much closer to Love.

May the seeds we plant today sprout and take root in those coming behind us. May our children’s children be filled to overflowing by the gracious goodness of Jesus.

“Though you have not seen him, you love him; though not seeing him now, you believe in him, and you rejoice with inexpressible and glorious joy, because you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 

1 Peter 2:8-9, CSB

Being accused of something you didn’t do, think, or say stinks. 

Math was never my best subject in school, especially algebra. I think the reason I developed such a bad attitude toward the mix of letters and numbers was because of my seventh-grade algebra teacher. She wreaked of cigarette smoke, wore a constant scowl, and was the grouchiest woman I’d ever met. She was the kind of teacher I hoped I would never become. We became petrified and bug-eyed whenever she looked our way. So, let’s just say she enhanced our prayer lives.

One morning before handing back our graded test papers, she ominously called another girl and me up to her desk – in front of everyone. I didn’t even know she knew my name. It was always my plan to keep quiet and remain invisible. I knew I’d not done well on the test, but did she have to make a scene? She peered over her glasses and immediately accused us of cheating. That was totally unexpected! Then, as fast as a Fourth of July bottle rocket, righteous indignation replaced my fear and trembling. Suddenly, I wasn’t so timid because I knew she was wrong! I had not cheated. She smugly asked for me to show her how I got my answer. When I did, she angrily snapped, “That’s NOT how you do that!” My pent-up frustration unleashed a disrespectful response, “And that’s the problem! I don’t know how to do any of this! But I do know one thing! I did NOT cheat!”

Not the humblest of reactions, but I gained some empathy from her after that.  She stopped by my desk more often to see if I understood what I was doing. I still don’t know a lick about algebra, but I learned a huge lesson that day. In this world there will be people who just don’t understand what you’ve been through, what you’re going through, or how much all of that changes you.

Maybe you can relate. Perhaps you’ve successfully recovered from an addiction of some kind, overcome some emotional upheaval, or had a spiritual awakening. But despite all of that, your friends still respond to you based on who you once were rather than who you are now. It’s frustrating, I know. So, let me offer you a solution that’s helping me. It’s not an easy one, but it’s a good one: Keep shining, and be patient.

Beth Moore recently said, “People who knew the old us are the most reluctant to accept the new us.” That grabbed my attention, so I kept listening. She went on to say that our life has to testify to the change we’ve experienced. Man, I hated hearing that! I wanted something instant, not another process. But, the more I moved me out of the way, the more I knew she was right. We can’t expect our friends and loved ones to accept the new us until we help them stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yes, we must prove ourselves. And yes, those words taste like vinegar coming out of my mouth, but they’re true.

I began looking through Scripture to see if I could find someone who went through the same thing. That’s when I remembered John, also called Mark. He is Barnabas’ cousin and a co-worker with Barnabas and Paul. (He also went on to write the gospel of Mark.) During their first missionary journey Mark traveled with them until they got to Pamphylia. There he decided to abandon the mission. We are not told what brought about Mark’s decision, but I can guess, can’t you? Discouragement, self-doubt, difficult circumstances, and maybe even fear. Whatever the reason was, it stopped him in his tracks, and Paul was not happy about it. 

In Acts 15, we learn that Paul wanted Barnabas to go back with him to visit the churches they had planted to see how things were going. Barnabas wanted to also take Mark, but Paul didn’t want a quitter tagging along. He emphatically disagreed with Barnabas, causing a “sharp disagreement”.

Reading all of that makes me wonder what was going on inside of Mark’s mind. Maybe at that point he understood why Paul reacted like he did, or maybe he was still confused. Nevertheless, Barnabas took Mark with him in one direction, while Paul chose Silas to go another. This doubled their effort, as well as the outcome. What began as a problem, turned into something very good! More people saved!

I’m supposing that John Mark matured while spending time with Barnabas. His eyes opened to the things he needed to change, things he’d gotten all wrong, and more than a few things he needed to incorporate into his own life. His transformation took time. Then, once HE knew he’d been changed, old friends like Paul slowly began to see a difference.

We know that Paul did see a difference in Mark because they got back on the same team. Paul ends his letter to Philemon with these words, “Epaphras, my fellow prisoner in Christ Jesus, sends you greetings, and so do MARK, Aristarchus, Demas, and Luke, MY COWORKERS.” (v.23-24) However, I’m most encouraged by what Paul wrote to Timothy from prison: “Only Luke is with me. Bring Mark with you, for he is useful to me in the ministry.” (2 Timothy 4:11) Mark proved himself, but it had taken some time.

Oh, how those of us who’ve experienced significant change want others to notice and appreciate it immediately! We know that we know we are different, but others need time to see the change manifested in our behavior and the words we speak. 

It took some mighty Holy Spirit power for Mark to admit he was wrong and commit to changing. The power within Barnabas allowed him to live up to his name “Son of Encouragement”, so that he could slowly, gently, and effectively lead Mark back into his calling. And finally, Paul counted on the Spirit to help him accept and receive Mark back into the group.

How is the Holy Spirit working in you? Are you the one who needs changing? Be like Mark. Do you need to encourage someone struggling to become all God created them to be? Be like Barnabas. Has someone who once disappointed you proven themselves? Be like Paul. 

Maybe it’s time we all shine, and be patient!

“Let us not get tired of doing good, for we will reap at the proper time if we don’t give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us work for the good of all, especially for those who belong to the household of faith.” 

Galatians 6:9-10, CSB

I hate cleaning out the refrigerator.

Period!

Next to ironing, it’s my least favorite thing to do. If you could put both of those chores in a sack, throw them off a high cliff, and let them sink into the depths of the sea I might actually enjoy housework. Maybe. 🙂

Since I despise fridge duties, I’ve observed the strategies of others in hopes of finding a way that works for me. Here’s what I discovered:

• Some people are clean freaks. They make sure to NEVER have any nearly-empty containers, germ incubators, or mold growers lurking inside their refrigerators. All items are arranged either by alphabet or size with labels facing the front. The fridge’s shelves and walls are spotless, but there’s not much in there. It’s much too clean and orderly to clutter things up with food!

• Some folks are hoarders. They wait until there is not a single inch of space left in any drawer, compartment, or shelf to put another thing. Then, and ONLY then, will they throw out ONE funky-looking thing to make room for something new.

• Then, finally, there are the clutter cleaners. They set aside a day and take EVERYTHING out of the refrigerator and place it on the counter where decisions can be made. Does it stay or does it go? Once everything is sorted out, they give the fridge a once-over and put back the things worth saving.

When it comes to our emotional well-being, we might use similar strategies to clean up our thoughts and actions. In fact, the Bible has examples of all these approaches.

• The legalistic Pharisees were the clean freaks. They wanted spotless lives – ones that shined from observing all the minute facets of the Old Law. Not only did they want their lives to appear spotless, but they also expected others to follow all their rules. When Jesus came to fulfill the Law, they had a hard time adding any of His goodness and grace into their already-ordered lives. 

I’ve been that kind of religious rule follower and can testify to the bondage that keeps a legalist on a very short chain. There is complete freedom in cleaning out the boundaries we set or let others set for us. Let’s replace them with God’s boundaries of loving ourselves and others in ways that honor Him. His ways are good for us and give us joy!

• King David may have served well as king, but not as a father. He was a hoarder of emotions who begat more hoarders. David created a mountain of family chaos by overlooking many of his sons’ faults. Though David was a mighty warrior, he either lacked the gumption or ignored his responsibility in dealing with family conflict. Just a few strong reprimands could have saved the very lives of many of David’s children as well as those under his leadership. One of his most horrendous oversights affected his daughter Tamar. Amnon, Tamar’s step-brother, raped her and then tossed her aside. Though David became furious at the news, he did nothing. Meanwhile, the rage inside Tamar’s brother Absalom grew hotter and hotter until he finally had Amnon killed. Emotions that are stuffed, hoarded, and never dealt with have a way of erupting like a science fair volcano. No one with a heart for God enjoys conflict, but when emotions and hurtful actions are allowed to simmer, are ignored, or are minimized sad things happen.

• The apostle Paul was a clutter cleaner. The Galatian’s refrigerator lives had been filled with a distorted, germ-filled gospel and moldy chains of legalism. Paul went so far as to call them foolish Galatians! The letter he sent encouraged them to empty out the contents of their hearts, place them on the table, and sort through the good and the bad. With all the bad thrown out, they had plenty of room to refill their lives with all the good things they had first heard about Jesus. 

My prayer is that we all tap into some supernatural courage. Let’s have those difficult conversations we’ve been avoiding. It’s never easy, but it’s always good to clear the air. Maybe it’s time to lay everything out on the table, sort through all of the emotion, discard what stinks, and find the good in one another again. 

Life is short. Does your heart need cleaning?

Why are so many of the ladies in drug rehab I’m blessed to know so successful? Their counseling and instruction is based on the Word of God. In many ways, the women there are much like a church family. They eat, study, pray, cry, laugh, fuss, confess, worship, and commune together. They develop deep friendships with some and get on the last nerves of others. But the one thing that impresses me most about these women is that each of them knows they have a weakness. They not only admit it, but they are also willing to do something about it. Their honesty draws me to them.

Sometimes, the women who show up for help must first be introduced to Jesus. Other times, they are already saved but need to hear more reasons for falling deeply in love with God. Once they buy in to the Spirit’s refining process, they exchange their sad eyes for bright ones; their sullen attitudes for pleasant ones; and their frowns for big, beautiful smiles.

I believe the same is true for the world we live in. Some need us to tell them who Jesus is, while others need to be reminded of His power. All need to hear about our past and present struggles and how God has been and is fighting for us. More than anything, they need us to be honest. Honesty draws people to us so that we can point them to Jesus. They need to hear that while their sins and ours are still warm, Jesus whispers, “I still love you, but this is not good for you.” God’s Spirit convicts, but it never condemns. It tells us when we’ve messed up, but then teaches us how to make things right.

There are many things I love about my church family, but two of them delight and amaze me most. First, it is not uncommon to see two or three people huddled together in the lobby, aisle, or restroom praying for each other. Struggles are readily admitted and prayed over immediately. Unashamedly. With no hesitation.

Second, our small groups encourage honesty and provide help. Whether it’s a Freedom group, book study, or one centered around a common activity, everyone’s issues and difficult days are met with practical acts of service and prayer. Honest. Open. Helpful.

Rest assured, Satan will rise up in the hearts of those who fear giving up their own wills. They will make fun of and criticize the things they don’t understand. When the church gets honest with God, themselves, and each other, Satan’s arrows of hypocrisy, judgement, shame, depression, and pretentiousness fall to the ground. That’s exactly when the bewildered world stares wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the forgiveness, unity, and love of those willing to lay aside their own agendas for the good of another – even for those who criticize and make fun. While their mouths are hung open, let’s pop something good-tasting into them. Let them taste and see the goodness of the Lord!

“Are you hurting? Pray. Do you feel great? Sing. Are you sick? Call the church leaders together to pray and anoint you with oil in the name of the Master. Believing-prayer will heal you, and Jesus will put you on your feet. And if you’ve sinned, you’ll be forgiven—healed inside and out. Make this your common practice: Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you can live together whole and healed. The prayer of a person living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned with.”  

James 5:13-16, The Message

A common thought around my house last week was, “What in the world is going on?” My family rarely gets sick, but my passing out Monday, then hurling, and finally acquiring the mother of all headaches on the heels of surgery turned the week into quite a ride – a ride to the doctor’s office on Thursday and the ER on Friday night.

It may sound strange, but I’ve never felt so blessed. My man went above and beyond the call of duty. Who knew he was such a good cook! Then, my sweet family and friends blessed me with visits, hugs, phone calls, and texts. They made sure I knew I was loved and cared for!

But I have to admit, it was my time in prayer that comforted me most. Maybe you are in need of some comfort too. Maybe your work week has already slid downhill and you need a pick-me-up. Perhaps, there is a relationship that’s taken all you have to give and then some. Maybe you’re physically or emotionally sick. Are you longing to hear just one good thing that might possibly get you through the muck? Maybe I have what you need.

When I wasn’t in Lala Land, I got to spend lots of time talking to Jesus. As I began talking with Him in my mind, random reassurances of His love emerged rapidly. They came in no particular order, but together they all confirmed the love God has for me. I thought you might like to be reminded that you are loved, cared for, and held securely by the One who has the power to change your outlook. If that’s something you need today, picture Jesus sitting with you as you read the following prayer to Him. Take your time. Read slowly, and feel the love He has for you.

I thank you, Lord, that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, that your hand is always on me, and that you know me so well. I know that you are for me and not against me, and that you knew all the days ordained for me before one of them came to be. You faithfully go before me and behind me. You work everything for my good. You turn my mourning into dancing and you give me a song in the night. You are my Shepherd who leads me beside still waters. You make me lie down in green pastures. You anoint my head with oil. My blessings overflow because of you. Your mercies are new every single morning. You make my path straight and my burdens easy. I will fear no evil because you are with me. I know that the power you’ve placed inside of me is greater than the power in this world. When I resist the evil one, he flees from me. I find rest in you and you alone. No one knows me like you do. You know the plans you have for me even when I don’t – and they are always for my good. Even while I was still a sinner you sent your Son to die for me, so that we could be together forever. You are my Rock and my Redeemer. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that can separate me from your love – not life nor death, not angels nor rulers, nothing present and nothing to come, no powers, not life nor death, and not any created thing will EVER diminish your love for me. Because I have witnessed your hand in my life over and over, I will not be afraid. Though the storms surround me and the waters rise, your hand will keep me safe. Your love has shown me that I am a chosen part of your royal family, I am holy, and best of all, I am your special possession. I will sing your praises today, tomorrow, and throughout eternity. You have never forsaken me, not for one minute, but you have disciplined me when I needed it. I know that only true love does that. Yes, you’ve pulled me out of many pits, and you’ve given me solid ground to stand on. You’ve shown me how suffering can be used to write new songs of thanksgiving and praise. Help those songs, Lord, bring glory to your name. Let others find what I have found in you. You are my Mighty God, my Wonderful Counselor, my Everlasting Father, and my Prince of Peace. I am continuously filled with a glorious and inexpressible joy.  Thank you for setting me free. And as always, Lord, it’s not to us, but to your name that we give all glory and praise forever and ever.  Amen.

May God help you turn this week into your best week ever!

On February 3rd of 2013, Dodge effectively used Paul Harvey’s tribute to the American farmer in their memorable Super Bowl commercial for the Ram truck. The poetic rhetoric captured not only the value of the farmer, but also Harvey’s inimitable style. I became mesmerized by this style and thought I’d give it a try. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, so I decided to show some love and honor to my husband.

Before I share what I wrote, I thought you should know that if you’re reading this on Tuesday, my man has gotten up with me before the chickens to get me to a little surgery on time. (Nothing major mind you.) He will calm my nerves before they call me back, wait patiently while I sleep through the procedure, make sure I get home safely, and tuck me in for a little more sleep. He’ll bring me food, give me my medicine on time, smile, and kiss my head. Not because he has to, but because he wants to. It’s this kind of love that teaches me to express my love for God through service to others – not because I have to, but because I want to.

Whether you have a husband in your life or not, join me in paying tribute to all the men in your life. Fathers, husbands, sons, grandsons, brothers, cousins and nephews. God knows they need a few kind words of thanks.

So, God Created a Husband

God, knowing His complete plan for bringing mankind into an intimate relationship with Himself, smiled as he looked into the future and said, “I need a leader.”

So, God created a husband.

This amazing new world would need someone hard-working, strong, and not easily discouraged. There would be a need for one who was willing to work in the cold to keep his family warm, sweat when he’d rather take it easy, be courageous in the face of danger, and exhibit toughness when the road gets rocky.

So, God created a husband.

There would be ditches to dig, cars to fix, roads to pave, houses to build, and mortgages to pay. Someone would be needed to plan for the future while getting things done; dream dreams while making them come true one day at a time; strengthen relationships by simply letting his feelings show.

So, God created a husband.

Yes, there would be a need for a leader – a man who meets in executive session with his heavenly Leader every day; someone who admits his weaknesses, but doesn’t hide behind them; a man who can turn a wrench, then turn to gently kiss his baby girl; a man who places fence posts just so, but is more concerned with setting his son on the right path. There would definitely be a need for a father.

So, God created a husband.

God also knew there would come a need in the heart of a woman for someone on earth to see her as the woman she hoped to be, rather than who she is; someone who might not understand every tear, nod, wink or smile, but is willing to share them all. She would need someone to help her better understand God’s love by loving her without restraint. Her heart would want to skip a beat at the most unexpected times and long for a touch that said more than any words. God knew the heart of a woman …

So, God created a husband.

As the man stood tall and newly created, God understood that he would want to be loved and respected by a family who took pride in him. He would need reminders of how much he is admired and appreciated. But mostly, he would need daily acts of love, encouragement, and time to become all the things God intended him to be.

So, God created a wife!

“Let love be without hypocrisy. Detest evil; cling to what is good. Love one another deeply as brothers and sisters. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not lack diligence in zeal; be fervent in the Spirit; serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope; be patient in affliction; be persistent in prayer.” Romans 12:9-12

Saturday, my son became a father to the precious little baby girl our family eagerly anticipated. I watched his heart melt as he cradled her in his arms. He held her close and sang to her sweetly, gently stroking her velvety cheek with his finger. He kept her warm and protected. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He is known for flashing his giant smile, but this new gentle smile displays all the daddy-love in his heart. He will forever put his life on the line for her, giving her the best of his love, time, attention, and affection. 

As she grows, he will be more than willing to forgive her when she does wrong. Disciplining her will break his heart, but he will do it because he wants good things for her. She will be covered with every blessing at his disposal – not because she’s earned them, but because he loves her. All he will ask in return is that she love him with the same love he has for her.

So it is with our Abba Father. God eagerly longs to have an intimate relationship with us. He eagerly anticipates our climbing into His lap so we can share our hearts with Him. In His lap we are kept warm and protected by His embrace. When we feel we can’t take another step physically or emotionally, we can lay back in His arms and listen as He sings over us. He won’t stop smiling at us because of His great love for us. We are His joy and the apple of His eye. 

Jesus proved the love He has for us by paying for all of our mistakes. He put His love on the line. His blood covers our sin and makes us clean enough to want to crawl into the lap of the living God for forgiveness, mercy, and endless love.

This past Sunday, my mother would have celebrated her 80^thbirthday. She would have loved to love on our new little girl, but she will eventually have all of eternity to love on all of us again. Needless to say, my emotions have been tender, but mostly I’ve been so very thankful for all the hard times that brought me to this past weekend. 

Sunday morning at church we sang a song that I used to play when I’d drive my mom to her doctor visits. It’s one of my favorites. Every time I played it she would tell me how much she liked it. (I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.) Singing Love on the Line by Hillsong seemed like the perfect way to celebrate my mother’s birthday and the birth of my new granddaughter. 

These lyrics mean the most to me:

With all I am
In Your grace I stand
The greatest of all romance
Love of God
My Savior

To the One who has rescued my soul
To the One who has welcomed me home
To the One who is Savior of all
I sing forever

Love on the Line by Hillsong Worship

As you continue to grow in Christ, He will be more than willing to forgive you when you do wrong. Disciplining you will break His heart, but He will do it because He wants good things for you. You will be covered with every blessing at His disposal – not because you’ve earned them, but because He loves you. All He will ask in return is that you love Him with the same love He has for you.

Did you know it takes a whopping 1,761 degrees to melt silver? Once melted, impurities boil to the surface and get skimmed away by the silversmith who then turns up the heat to draw out more impurities. This process is repeated over and over until the silversmith can see his reflection in the silver. Only then can the silver be used for special purposes.

It’s not even August yet, but I know some of you have found yourself sweltering in fires hotter than 1,761 degrees. Some of you have lost loved ones, lost relationships, lost your health, or lost what little confidence you had. If that describes you right now, blame Satan. He’s trying with all his might to set your life on fire in order to consume your purpose and testimony. But take heart! Every part of your life that causes you to feel the heat of defeat only stokes the fire of the Holy Spirit living inside you. Greater is the fire burning within you than the fire burning around you. Or, as the apostle John said, “The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

Every sweat-provoking degree thrown at you by the evil flame-thrower has the potential to either consume you or ignite your fight. If you feel you’re about to be consumed by the flames, don’t give up. Fight back by changing the way you think when things heat up. While God didn’t set the wildfire, He will use it to draw out the impurities in your life. Satan will keep turning up the heat until every last doubt, insecurity, and sin rises to capture your attention. He doesn’t want your past mistakes and circumstances to be skimmed off. He wants them to pile up and sit so heavily on your heart that you’re forced to look at them and feel defeated day after day.

Fortunately, Jesus stands in every fire with us. His Holy Spirit fire burns hot from the inside out. If we trust Him, He will not only scoop up major heaps of dross floating on the surface, but He will also flick away even the smallest speck of scum. (I don’t know about you, but I like that image!)

I’m slowly learning to see every struggle as an opportunity to get rid of my junk. When I look at it that way, the fire doesn’t seem nearly so hot. In fact, when I to go to Jesus for relief, Satan’s flames are quenched by the washing of the water of the Word. (Ephesians 5:26)

I’m encouraged by what Paul said to the Corinthians, “He [the Lord] said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is perfected in weakness.’ Therefore, I will most gladly boast all the more about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may reside in me. So I take pleasure in weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and in difficulties, for the sake of Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

If we think we don’t have anything that needs to be skimmed off of our lives, we may not really believe we need Jesus. Oh, we might have needed Him to save our souls once upon a time, but now we’re tempted to think our transformation is complete. Only those willing to acknowledge their impurities and choose to hold onto Him during the refining process will be used for special purposes. He’s patiently looking for His reflection in our lives.

If life hasn’t heated up where you live right now, get ready! Stuff’s about to float to the top, and after it’s scooped up and thrown out you’ll look more like Jesus as you fulfill your purpose.

Happy Tuesday!

Lord, You give us the good things we need while allowing the not-so-good. Thank you for turning the things Satan means for our harm into things that transform our minds. Give us Your eyes to see what You see. Give us Your heart to love like you. Give us your hands and feet to go where we’re needed and do what You would do. But, Lord, most of all, purify our hearts and give us your mind so that we reflect You. And as always, Lord, it’s not to us, but to your name that we give all praise and glory. Thank You for loving us.

In Jesus name, Amen!

My 12-year-old grandson Camden’s greatest vocational desire these days is to become a sports journalist. He’s developed his own sports blog, so I asked him if he’d like to guest blog for me sometime. He took me up on my offer, and in true ESPN style featured a sports figure in his message about following God’s plan.

To merely say I’m proud of him would be like calling Tiger Woods an average golfer. Camden excels in writing because his teacher/mom teaches him well. He loves God because his parents have shown him how to love. More importantly, he already understands that heartbreak is inevitable for all of us, but by following God’s plan, things have a way of working out for our good – eventually. This is a message that has inspired me to remember to let God handle all my struggles. I think it might inspire you too.

Even though Camden chose to write about an Alabama quarterback, he wanted me to make sure you know he is an Auburn fan. (That made me smile.) His choice of athlete makes me even prouder because he understands that even though folks may be from another tribe, we can all be united by the love of Jesus. Please don’t forget to show him some love in the comments. Thanks for traveling with us today. (If you’re curious about his blog, you can view it at www.camdenscove.blogspot.com.)

Let God Lead
by Camden Ellis

       This is the story of an incredible athlete who followed God’s plan even through the heartache. This is the story of Jalen Hurts. Despite all the pain, he let God take control. Jalen is an incredible example of someone who trusted God, and even though he went through great pain, everything turned out better than it was before. 

       Jalen Hurts, a 4-star quarterback prospect from Channelview, Texas, committed to Alabama and signed with the Tide as a freshman. Hurts’ future looked clear cut. He would be the starting quarterback for Nick Saban’s Crimson Tide until he left for the NFL. “As a competitor, I wanted badly to be a part of the dynasty that Coach Saban was building. I wanted to make my mark. I wanted to leave a LEGACY.” That’s what Hurts said in a letter 3 years after he committed to Alabama. Sure enough, he was named the starting quarterback for Alabama in 2016. Hurts didn’t lose a game in the regular season. And it didn’t cease when he beat Florida in the SEC Championship and Washington in the College Football Playoff. Hurts battled for a title vs Clemson in January of 2017, but lost by a last second touchdown.

Hurts used that as motivation for the 2017 season. Again, Hurts went on an 11-game win streak. But then Auburn upset the Tide in the Iron Bowl. Jalen Hurts, along with everyone on the Alabama team, believed their season was done. But when the Tigers lost to Georgia in the SEC Championship heads started to turn. When the top 4 was released a week later, Alabama was announced the 4^thspot in the rankings, meaning they’d secured a spot in the Playoffs. Alabama took down Clemson and again obtained a spot in the National Championship to face Georgia. Could this be Hurts’ time to shine? 

Jalen Hurts had a series of rough drives in the first half. As he trudged into the locker room down 13-0 at halftime, he knew he had to be better, but he didn’t know that he wouldn’t have a chance to. When Alabama took the field on offense, Hurts was still on the sideline. True freshman Tua Tagovailoa was the one to call the plays. Tagovailoa led the Tide back, forced overtime, and won the game with a touchdown pass. Hurts was all smiles despite the career-changing replacement. Now the world had seen Tua’s talent. Later in the offseason, rumors emerged about Hurts transferring. But God had a plan for Jalen, and Jalen had a choice of whether to allow God to take control or complain and transfer immediately. 

       Later in 2018, Tua was named the starting quarterback as expected. But Jalen Hurts stayed in Tuscaloosa. Coach Saban and Tua were putting up so many points by halftime of each game, Hurts got to play the rest of the game for about half of the season. Alabama went undefeated in the regular season and defeated Georgia in the SEC Championship. Tua was injured late in that game. Hurts got his shot and rushed for the eventual game-winning touchdown, keeping Alabama’s season alive. Tua recovered and beat Oklahoma before losing the National Championship to Clemson. Early in 2019, Hurts announced that he was transferring as expected. Eventually, he decided to transfer to Oklahoma where he would play as a starting quarterback. Indeed, God had a plan for Jalen, and Jalen let it follow through. 

       Jalen Hurts followed God’s plan though the pain. Jalen went through very tough things when he was replaced as the starting quarterback. His pride was hurt and his professional sports career was in danger. But despite that, he supported Tua and the rest of his teammates, didn’t complain about the situation, and most importantly, trusted God’s plan. And now, Jalen Hurts is the starting quarterback at Oklahoma.

Even though Jalen went through tough heartache, he trusted God’s plan for him and now, he’s in a great situation as he’s in excellent position to win the Heisman Trophy and compete for the National Championship as well as being projected as a first-round draft choice in 2020. If you follow God’s way instead of your way, it’s true you may go through very tough heartache. But ultimately, it will turn out better than before. God’s way is the best way. God knows everything there is to know, and he loves every person in the world. You see, God’s way is always the best way. His plan is the best plan. If you follow His way, it will turn out a thousand times better. Jalen Hurts is one of many people who followed God’s way despite unimaginable heartache.

Hurts said this in a letter to the world describing exactly what he went through and how it turned out great:

“It’s been almost four years, now, since the day I got the phone call that changed my life. A coach by the name of Nick Saban was on the line, wanting to ask about the chances of a Texas boy like me packing up for Tuscaloosa, and coming to play football at the University of Alabama.

I took my recruiting visit — and then never took another. It was just love at first sight between me and this program.

And it’s crazy to think about the journeys we’ve both been on since then.

As a competitor, I wanted badly to be a part of the dynasty that Coach Saban was building. I wanted to make my mark. I wanted to leave a LEGACY.

Was what happened in the 2018 National Championship Game bittersweet? Of course it was — it was a humbling experience. It was tough, man.

But I am even tougher for it. I AM BUILT FOR THIS.

I understand that God put those obstacles and challenges in my life for a reason. He wanted me to feel the pain I felt for a reason. He wanted me to understand the importance of never losing faith — and of always staying true to myself. He had NOT brought me this far just to leave me there.

“This isn’t something you’re stuck in,” I’d tell myself. “This is something you’re going through.” And one thing I can promise you is that I’m better off for having gone through it. Everything I dealt with: I’m stronger for it. I’m wiser. I’m a better man.”

“Follow the whole instruction the Lord our God has commanded you, so that you may live, prosper, and have a long life in the land you will possess.”
Deuteronomy 5:33

Most times, sisters are born to the same parents. Sometimes, they are blended into the same family. But on special occasions, God puts two girls together as friends who grow into becoming sisters for a lifetime. Kim King is that kind of sister to me. The transformation God has done in her life has blessed my family and me in countless ways. I am honored to give you a glimpse into her heart today by having her guest blog. Show her some love by reading her story, and get ready to be blessed.

It was early afternoon and the most perfect day smack dab in the middle of April.  Spring’s green grass had made its debut along with yellow wild flowers, budding flowery trees, and pink knock-out roses by the dozens. The wind was just brisk enough to boost my walk down the driveway to more than just a casual pace and cause ripples in the trio of ponds on the farm’s vast acreage.  The only sounds were those of the birds chirping sweet pleasantries, the cows’ mooing hallelujahs, and the horses chomping on the grass that fed their bellies.  Looking out over the mountain from atop God’s country, I could look down into the valley for miles and see the beautiful lake. Against the bluest of blue sky, the sun was shining down brightly while in the other direction the moon stood out oh so beautifully!

What brought me here was the thought that had been running through my mind for many months, “If I could only get away for a moment in time, just time away from all the noise, the busyness, the schedules, the mundane routine … the stuff.” I was thinking just me, by myself!  This thought had rattled my brain so many times over the past several months, but I continued to keep it to myself.  I thought it was very selfish to only think of me.

Eventually, the words starting verbally creeping out to my husband.  I mentioned it way more than once.  Then, I mentioned it to a dear friend.  I knew I had a week of vacation on the horizon and all I could think about was getting away … for just simply a day.  Before I knew it, my friend asked, “You want peace and quiet?  Why don’t you go stay at the farm?  Nobody will bother you there.  And you can stay as long as you like.”  I was all over that opportunity in a heartbeat!

I had been to the farm several times, but never by myself and not for an overnight stay.  I was eager to get away, and just let me say, this is not your ordinary Old McDonald farm with a barn.  The barn has living quarters for humans that a farm animal has never stepped foot in! It has a full kitchen and home entertainment center.  It even has a shower, which was a relief to my less-than-over-night camping style. Hey, there was even a heated pool with a pool house!  I was staying in complete comfort at the Hilton Barn Lodge.  Upon my arrival, I entered through the gate.  As I slowly drove the half-mile drive up toward the barn, I observed the multitude of cows to my left and gazed at the beautiful horses in the pasture to my right.  At the end of the paved drive, I parked my car behind the barn.  I grabbed my bags, went inside and up the stairs to my room to settle in for my overnight stay.  

After scoping out my rustic, cozy room and putting my things in place, I quickly made myself at home.  First things first, I made a fresh cup of hot coffee, snatched a book, and scurried straight for the wooden swing overlooking the grand countryside.  After a couple of chapters in my book and the last sip of caffeine, it was time to take the first of what would be many treks up and down the windy driveway path between the green pastures of cows and horses. 

As I began to traipse down the first leg, I immediately started talking to God.  I asked the Spirit to point out to me why I was there, at this particular place, and in this designated time.  As I walked down the first hill, I looked out over the mountains.  Then I glanced at the cows that mooed as I passed them by, and then over to the horses as they leisurely ate the grass.  They paid me no attention.  My head was moving back and forth as if I were watching a ping-pong match.  I was all in to this peaceful setting.  

As I got to the foot of the first hill, I “happened” to look down and noticed a turtle stuck in the fence.  I slowly went on past, but just a few steps later I came to a screeching halt. I turned around to see if I could help him out, maybe give him a little nudge.  I looked around for a stick of some sort. I was sure I wasn’t going to put my foot up to give him a nudge (I’m just sayin’).  I wasn’t able to find one close by.  At this point, I wasn’t sure if he was alive or not.  I went on my merry little way thinking I might find a stick on up the way.  And low and behold I did.  On my way back, I tried giving Mr. Turtle a nudge, but he didn’t budge.  It was at this point, the confirmation set in. He wasn’t alive.  So, I left him and continued on my walk. 

For the next few minutes, all I could think about was the turtle and how if he’d had someone to give him just a slight nudge, he could have been set free.  In that moment, I began to realize the Spirit was nudging me to see how I’d been stuck in a rut.  

For some time now, I had been letting the things of this world dictate my actions (or lack thereof) and my attitude.  Things of this life had a hold on me and were consuming me.  I was not taking time to breathe, but doing what I “had to do” and there was no time left to enjoy the simple things of life.  That afternoon I was able to stop and smell the roses (literally).  I took notice of the leaves as the wind rustled through them and rippled the ponds as I passed.  Rarely had I taken time to notice the moon in the middle of the afternoon.  I pulled a dandelion or two and blew on them which brought back sweet childhood memories of days gone by.  I even pulled a few of the yellow wild flowers that were growing along the fence and made a flowery bouquet.  I walked and I walked and I walked.  I leisurely swung in the swing and just took time to bask in the beauty of God’s creation.  At dusk, I pulled up the two rocking chairs that were made available underneath the overhang of the barn.  One for God and one for me. Coincidence there were two?  I think not.  We rocked, watched the gorgeous sunset, and talked.  Did He speak to me audibly? No. He spoke to me through His beautiful sunset.  I had a couple of things that had been weighing heavy on my heart for several months, and through this time away, His peaceful sunset, and the stillness of the moment, He assured me He has everything under control.  

Afterward, I went upstairs with no interest at all in catching up on social media or emails.  I entered my comfy cubby hole and took advantage of the quietness by just glaring into God’s Word.  I had a peaceful night’s rest, woke up early, and merely sat still in His presence for a couple of hours reading over His promises.  After enjoying a good ol’ cup of coffee, I was ready for a morning walk. This time, my mentality had changed. It was all about the thankfulness of the overabundance of blessings He has poured over me.  In this new day, the stuck-in-a-rut mentality had given way to peace for the days to come.

During this walk, I could only thank God for how richly He’d blessed my life.  How could I mope and complain about anything?   It took “getting away” in a peaceful setting and being completely alone with God for me to finally open up enough to realize my stuck-in-a-rut mindset. Only then could I surrender control of my future to Him.

As I walked in the freshness of this early morning, I was reminded that His mercies are new every day, Numbers 6:24-26 immediately came to mind …

“May the Lord bless you and protect you.
May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you.
May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace.”

I thought about how God had blessed me and protected me through my friends. He allowed them to share in the blessings He had given them to bless me.  They protected me through the security measures they had put in place there on the farm. And it reminded me of how He blesses me and protects me every day. God smiled on me and was gracious to me through their kindness and generosity. He continuously smiles on me and is gracious to me in every area of my life.  God showed me His favor and truly gave me a peace about the upcoming changes that are on the horizon for my life.

What about you? Do you feel like you are so stuck in the middle of life’s distractions that you don’t take time to pay attention to the nudging of the Spirit in certain situations? Maybe it’s time to be still in God and climb out of your rut.

Before leaving for Ireland I’d been focused on Solomon’s admonition in Proverbs 4:23, “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” It was that “guard your heart” part that struck a nerve. Whenever I feel pressure in my spirit, I know I’m supposed to let it linger until I see what God’s trying to show me. The deeper the truth He’s trying to reveal, the longer the process. Oh, how I’ve learned the hard way to embrace this grueling process I once hated! I still don’t like this kind of lingering, but I do love the end product.

Unfortunately for all of us, life occasionally hurls some pretty large stones at our hearts. Some bruise. Some cut. But every now and then, life bows up and hoists a boulder gigantic enough to break our hearts and crush our spirits into dust. Whether you’ve been on the receiving end of that blow or feel like the one who had to deliver it, you’re left with a heart barely able to squirt.

That’s where Ireland’s many castles entered into my learning process. We visited three of the most famous ones: Kilkenny, Blarney, and Bunratty. Though each displayed unique characteristics, there were still many similarities that taught me a great deal about guarding my heart. 

Castle moats, though not there now, once upon a time encircled the castles to keep the enemy at a distance. It’s hard to tunnel under a castle surrounded by water! Having a moat surround a hilltop castle with its raised drawbridge gave castle-dwellers a bird’s eye view of their enemies’ formations.

Castle walls were built high enough to keep enemies out, and some we saw had walls six feet thick. When it comes to our hearts’ protective walls, Satan will use whatever catapult, flaming arrow, or battering ram he chooses to help him break through. His goal is to steal, kill, and destroy our faith.

Castles originally had long narrow windows with slanted sides so that archers could have a wider range to aim their arrows without leaving themselves exposed to the enemy. Easy to shoot, but hard to get shot! Satan’s aim is calculated, but never true. He doesn’t have what it takes to keep hitting the marks on our hearts when we narrow our window of opportunity.

As Christians, we strive to keep our walls high against Satan’s attacks by paying attention to the music, movies, substances, and bad company we choose. However, we should be just as intentional about letting down our drawbridges with one another. In the days of kings, queens, ladies, and lords, drawbridges were lowered during peaceful days for great times of feasting, dancing, and entertainment. 

Perhaps, by now, you’ve joined me in being a bit confused about the “guard your heart” part of Solomon’s words. Because of your pain, you’ve been guarding your heart by resisting the faithful love of those who would like nothing better than to gain access into your heart and help you turn that hurt and fear into dust. Becoming more transparent scares the living daylights out of you. Hopefully, by now you see that guarding your heart means protecting your heart from Satan’s arsenal. Please don’t let him convince you to build a high wall of hurt or fear and miss God’s blessings.

Perhaps, like me, you may still have some emotions on the mend. There may be some relationships you have to let go for a season and pray God brings them back again when you can be a much better friend. In the meantime, I’m thankful God has worked overtime to bless me with some folks who allow me to readily drop my drawbridge. They meet me where I am and show me that I matter.

I’m sure the desire of my heart is no different from yours. I want to make a difference for the kingdom. Neither of us can do that effectively until our hearts are courageous enough to drop our defenses and allow helpful friends in to join us at our banquet tables. 

Thankfully, Jesus leads the parade into my heart daily. He surrounds me with Living Water so that no weapon formed against me will stand. (Isaiah 54:7) Best of all, I know that I know that I know:

The Lord is near the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)

He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will not be shaken.(Psalm 62:2)

He will be your mighty fortress too.

Now, go pour some water into your moat, and take a friend swimming!

I’ve been praying that our fresh look at Paul and Timothy’s friendship would strengthen our desire to become better friends. Like Paul, who understood the brevity of his life on earth, we also understand that our days are numbered, and if we want to make a difference here, we have to get a move on! We need friends to help us with that.

Paul knew Timothy needed encouragement, instruction, and most of all, a friend whose motivation would help him spread the gospel message to anyone who would listen. Who in your world needs you to believe in them that powerfully? Are you willing to do the hard work of friendship? 

I’ve been blessed recently with the friendship of a young woman who gave up her time to create this review of What Friends Want: Part 1 & Part 2:

Today, let’s finish studying how Paul befriended Timothy by identifying the last four of our ten traits that all friends surely want:

7. ENCOURAGEMENT TO FULFILL THEIR PURPOSE

“I solemnly charge you before God and Christ Jesus, who is going to judge the living and the dead, and because of his appearing and his kingdom: Preach the word; be ready in season and out of season; rebuke, correct, and encourage with great patience and teaching … Exercise self-control in everything, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry.” (2 Timothy 4:1-2; 5)

Whether we like it or not, people who take the time to look closely into our hearts can see things in us that escape our notice. Sometimes, it’s our strengths that are easily spotted standing tall against our life’s backdrop. Other times, our weaknesses shoot flares into the night sky for all to see. For most of us, it’s easier to see our shortcomings than to appreciate our gifts. Perhaps, one of the best things you can do for a friend is to help them discover their purpose. We all need friends who will remind us of our calling, push us to take that next big step, and encourage us when the going gets rough. 

8. TRANSPARENCY

“At my first defense, no one stood by me, but everyone deserted me. May it not be counted against them. But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, so that I might fully preach the word and all the Gentiles might hear it. So I was rescued out of the lion’s mouth. The Lord will rescue me from every evil work and will bring me safely into his heavenly kingdom.” (2 Timothy 4:16-18)

Paul had already been transparent with Timothy in his first letter when he described himself as a former blasphemer, a persecutor, and an arrogant man who was the worst of all sinners. Here in the second letter, we get a glimpse of the loneliness and rejection Paul felt when his friends deserted him. Only someone like Paul could effectively minister to a young man going through similar struggles. 

Left to our own descriptions, our lives are woven with colorful and beautifully placed threads designed with great artistic flair. On one side, a beautiful face forms and gets displayed for all the world to see. The bright, twinkling eyes of our tapestry shine just above brilliant smiles with sparkling teeth. I don’t know about you, but in my 60+ years I’ve seen enough phony baloney to last me a lifetime. What I want in a friend is to see the messy, knotty threads on the backside. Only then can messy relationships get real! Our purpose in friendship is to look at the knotted threads, find the similarities, and together untangle them one by one. The friendship journey unties as many knots as possible and then revels in having them flap freely in the breeze. Friendship isn’t about creating a beautiful facade; it’s about giving us the freedom to become who God intended us to be.  

9. TIME

“Make every effort to come to me soon … When you come, bring the cloak I left in Troas with Carpus, as well as the scrolls, especially the parchments … Make every effort to come before winter.” (2 Timothy 9; 13; 21)

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this study of friendship it’s this: We give best what we need most, and giving takes time. It really doesn’t matter what your love language is. They all take time. It takes time to be together to exchange a warm embrace or a touch of the hand. Gifts bought take time not only in the purchasing, but also in finding out the wants and needs of another. Serving takes time. Speaking, texting, or emailing words of affirmation takes time. 

Paul wanted some of Timothy’s time – one of the most valuable and precious things Timothy possessed. Look at the boldface words again in the Scripture above. I’m certain Paul realized the demands placed on young Timothy, but Paul knew his time was short. He wanted to see Timothy one last time.

In this season of my life, my schedule is busy, but not hectic like it used to be. I have to keep in mind that not everyone can say that. While I enjoy big chunks of time spent with friends, I’ve come to realize that I love some of my friends best by only requiring a spoonful of their time. If a text is all they have time for, I don’t mind one of mine lingering in their phones until they have an opportunity to see it. But, believe me! It’s taken some time to reach that point. Now I see that everyone’s time is precious and every drop given should be appreciated.

10. PRAYERS AND BLESSING

“The Lord be with your spirit. Grace be with you all.” (2 Timothy 4:22)

Paul knew the very best friend Timothy could ever have was Jesus. He knew Jesus would be able to AFFIRM him with GENTLE WORDS. Even if everyone else denied friendship with Timothy, Jesus would remain LOYAL because Jesus is a friend who stays – no matter what! Having the Lord with his spirit would impart WISDOM. Timothy could have no better EXAMPLE offered to him than that of Jesus. He would REMIND Timothy of His love, ENCOURAGE HIM TO FULFILL HIS PURPOSE, and gives him confidence to become completely TRANSPARENT. TIME spent with Jesus would engulf Timothy with peace when he felt lonely and rejected. And because Paul knew these things first hand, he PRAYED for Timothy to develop a friendship with Jesus.

The sweeter our friendship with Jesus develops, the more satisfying our friendships become.

I’m praying now that you and your friends feel the presence of the Lord so strongly that you find grace to untangle your tapestry’s threads just longing to dance in the wind.

In my life’s photo album, the word inexpressible lies pasted just above many snapshots containing emotions too strong to be described in words. A few are too hurtful to attach words, but most are inexpressibly joyful. Here are some examples you might relate to:

• Only someone who has finally gotten the job she’s spent a lifetime working toward truly understands the inexpressible feeling of sitting in her new chair in her new position for the very first time.
• Unless you are a husband and wife who’s been married for decades, it is impossible to fathom all the emotion behind years of intense moments of intimacy.
• Only another mother can fully comprehend the feeling of having her own little bundle of squirming, screaming preciousness handed to her for the very first time.
• Surely, all of us can appreciate the difficulty in describing scenes of natural beauty that take our breaths away. Magnificent glaciers. Artistic sunrises. Thundering oceans. Snow-capped mountains. Valleys of blooming wildflowers. Honey bees. Butterflies. Hummingbirds. Lions. Tigers. Bears. Oh my!

Yes, God is in the awe-inspiring business! He delights in delighting us and leaving us speechless. Take a moment to ponder those inexpressible moments and see if you can identify the common ingredient.

• It takes many years to secure that new benchmark position on which a heart’s been set.
• They don’t call childbirth labor for nothing – it culminates a 9-month process. 
• Intense physical (and spiritual) intimacy in marriage comes when you’ve taken the time to learn the desires of your spouse’s … well, heart. 🙂
• And many times, it takes a lengthy expedition to experience God’s most inspiring natural wonders. 

When we place all of our inexpressible moments into a pot and boil them down, we’re left with the fundamental ingredient of time. It takes time for inexpressible things to happen.

Just ask Peter.

When Jesus called him, he was no more than a mere unschooled, ordinary fisherman who became intrigued by the words, miracles, wisdom, and love of Jesus. However, as opposition against Jesus grew, Peter denied even knowing Jesus and thus failed to demonstrate His love for God. When the soldiers came to arrest Jesus, he failed to love others and cut off a soldier’s ear with his sword. But, when Peter finally looked into the eyes of the risen Savior, he found the forgiveness, mercy, grace, and compassion of a true and loyal friend.

Eventually, Peter became fully convicted of his own inability to be good enough to follow Jesus’ commands of loving God and others. He needed the the Holy Spirit to teach him how to love. His journey took time, but it led him straight into the lap of inexpressible joy. 

Hear what Peter had to say to his fellow believers: 

“Though you have not seen him [Jesus], you love him; though not seeing him now, you believe in him, and you rejoice with inexpressible and glorious joy, because you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 

(1 Peter 1:8-9)

I never denied knowing Jesus verbally, but sadly my past actions proved that I only knew Him to be the most important person in the Bible. I didn’t know Him as my most important friend who actually enjoys spending time with me! It took time to form a mental picture of Him – one that I rely on to help me experience His friendship. Thankfully, God blessed me with enough time to create an intimate relationship with Jesus that can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it. Every day with Him is an adventure. Now, I can’t wait to see the new ways He chooses to leave me speechless!

It’s often said that if you want what someone else has, you need to be willing to do what they did to get it. Are you willing do what Peter did?

Are you willing to let God love you no matter what you’ve done?

Are you willing to be broken enough to let your pain out?

Are you willing to learn how to love?

Are you willing to read the love letter God sent you and cherish every word, believe every promise, accept every good thing He says about you, and believe He loves you with all His heart?

If you are willing, He is able to do immeasurably more than you can ask or imagine! Let Him fill you with inexpressible joy! Oh, what a feeling!

If you’ve walked in to most any kind of store the last few weeks, you’ve no doubt been met with displays of heart-shaped candy boxes, red and white bunches of flowers, and little silhouettes of naked cherubs poised to fling an arrow. Let’s face it, lives get hectic, and it’s good to be reminded that we should take the time to find ways of expressing our love to everyone we hold dear.

Last year, I set out on a quest for two specific things: 1) to learn how to properly love people, and 2) to find the path to true joy. God has always blessed me, but most recently His blessings have exceeded far beyond anything I deserve or could have ever imagined. It took stillness and quiet to hear Jesus speak words of love to my weary and restless spirit. It took a willingness to allow God to open my eyes to the many ways He demonstrates His love day after day after day.

Thankfully, God began to reveal thousands of small, previously overlooked Valentines of love He constantly delivers through my husband, children, grandchildren, and friends. He’s taught them all how to love me incredibly well. Those acts of loving kindness have in turn created a profound thankfulness which saturated my heart with an inexpressible joy. By loving me, they’ve taught me how to love.

Jason Mraz sings a song simply called “Love Someone” which perfectly states what I’ve recently discovered on the path God’s laid out for me.

“Love is a funny thing. Whenever I give it, it comes back to me. And it’s wonderful to be giving with my whole heart as my heart receives.”

I wasn’t sure about sharing that song with you, but once I saw the video I knew that it would transcend not only husband/wife relationships, but friendships as well. When we take care of others we become blessed beyond all measure. 

God has loved us incredibly well, so why not transmit that love to someone today? Buy a card, send a text, make a phone call. Better yet, sit across the table from someone you love. It doesn’t have to be Valentine’s Day to love someone incredibly well. Jesus does it every day!

Oh, and by the way, thank you for loving me! I love you even more!

Last week we visited the story of the lost son who eventually returned home to the welcoming arms of his father. The son’s heart had traveled far off to pursue selfish pleasures long before his feet ever took the first steps. Because of the son’s unwillingness to show honor and respect, his father did not chase him. However, once he returned and sin was confessed, grace opened the floodgates of mercy and great blessings. True Love doesn’t chase the sinful; it beckons them home.

Today, I’d like you to step with me into another story. One that I have wrestled with for months in hopes of shedding some light on the motives of those who, either knowingly or unknowingly, isolate themselves from Love. It’s also my hope to inspire those of you who keep the doors of your hearts bolted and locked to courageously fling them open so Love can come in to soothe your hurt.

John 11 stands tall in proclaiming the resurrection power of Jesus through the body of His friend Lazarus. We first meet Lazarus’ two sisters Mary and Martha in Luke 10. There, Martha represents the mindset of those following the Law and its compulsion for good works. Mary, on the other hand, represents the importance of a spiritual relationship with Jesus. In no uncertain terms, Jesus declares which of these is most important. “Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has made the right choice, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:41-42)

After reading John 11 in at least 20 different versions and praying for the Holy Spirit to show me why He kept sending me back to this chapter, I finally saw it. It may merely be a woman thing. I don’t know. But, I’d like you to hear me out.

Of the three siblings in this story, Lazarus always holds the top billing in the storyline. After all, a man raised from the dead continues to raise the eyebrows of even the harshest critic. But I’d like to contend that Lazarus’ sister Mary should linger in the spotlight for a moment or two longer. 

In Luke 10, Mary sat in the glowing presence of the Light of the World, hanging on every word. John makes it a point to tell us that Jesus loved Lazarus, Martha, and Mary and considered them friends. But then, after Mary and Martha sent word to this dear friend saying, “Lord, the one you love is sick,” Jesus didn’t come right away. He stayed put until Lazarus had been dead four days so that the glory of God would be displayed in an undeniable way. Mary and Martha, however, were not privy to this important tidbit of explanation, and Mary soon found herself in a dark place.

The friendship between Mary and Jesus had no doubt formed through deep conversation, shared meals, and many words of affirmation for one another. Mary trusted Jesus with her heart. But there in the darkness of overwhelming grief, her trust was tested. We get a glimpse of Mary’s hurt heart when the sisters finally received word that Jesus had indeed come. Martha went out to meet Him, but Mary remained seated in the house. Hurt hearts sit.

Perhaps, it wouldn’t be too farfetched to believe that Mary might have begun to doubt the love of Jesus. Just maybe, she allowed these kinds of negative thoughts to creep into her thinking: “If He really loved me He would have come right away. Doesn’t He care?” or “After all the love I’ve shown Him, you’d think He could at least show up”, or “Why did He say He loved me if He didn’t mean it?” or just maybe Mary climbed up on her high horse and thought, “If He had been the one hurting, I would have shown up!” Hurt hearts criticize.

Oh, how these have been my thoughts at least a thousand times toward almost as many people. I really hate admitting that, but I want those of you going through a tough time to rise above the negative thoughts. You are worth the time! People really do love you, but sometimes they just don’t realize how important they are! Tell them. Ask for their help. Yes, there may be those who disappoint you, but look around your life at all the ones who show up for you. Thank them, and love them incredibly well. Above all, please know that God loves you no matter what you’ve done or haven’t done!

If you know someone going through a rough time, go to them! Help them experience the love of Jesus by telling them what they mean to Him and to you. Look into their hurt. Spend time with them. Listen. Hold them when they cry. Laugh with them when they can laugh. Just be there! By doing this, you represent the love of Jesus very well. True Love doesn’t ignore the hurting; it heals them.

As for Mary, the sweet results of her mended heart soon filled the air at Lazarus’ resurrection party. In the presence of Jesus she not only found her worth, but also a joy that was gloriously inexpressible, and gratitude that was completely uncontainable. 

And so did I!

At Christmas, our pastor told a story that stuck with me like a bug on a sticky pad. I can’t shake it off my heart so I’m thinking I’m supposed to tell you the story.

A husband and wife began fighting so much that the wife, who battled depression and anxiety, fell into deep depression. Her negative emotions overwhelmed her so much that she finally packed a bag and left her husband and three children. 

The husband sent text after text, made phone call after phone call, but she never responded. He filed a missing person’s report, but nothing. Weeks went by, so the husband hired a private investigator to look for his wife. Soon, she was found in a less-than-desirable motel on the shady side of town. Immediately, the husband and children jumped into their van, high-tailed it to the motel, and knocked on the door of her room. When she opened the door and saw her family, she gathered her belongings without saying a word, packed her bag, and got into the van. All the way home no one said a word. After they got to the house, the kids went to their room, and the confused husband spoke first, “I’ve sent you hundreds of texts and made hundreds of phone calls that you never answered. Then, when we showed up at your door, you just packed your bag, and came with us. Why did you come so easily?”

At this point in the story, I leaned in to hear her response because I knew exactly how she felt. I know that feeling of deep depression. Maybe some of you do too. Some of you may wonder if your life really matters because Satan has increased his lies from mere whispers to shouts, reminding you of all the mistakes you’ve made. His you-will-never-be-good-enough-to-make-a-difference song is on repeat in your head. You believe those you love would be much better off without all your inner turmoil ruining their days. Satan has you twisted in so many knots that you believe the most loving thing you could do would be to go away. You wonder how God could ever love someone like you.

If you feel this way, lean in, and listen closely to what I learned this past year. God does indeed love you! You are His child, the apple of His eye, and He will never leave you. He sent His Son Jesus to pay the bill for all your sins. He sent His Holy Spirit to establish a loving, intimate relationship with you – one that Satan continually attempts to destroy. Jesus wants to become your best friend who talks with you for hours over meals, laughs at your jokes, dances to your music, cries when you hurt, and shows up every single time you invite Him into the scenes of your life’s movie.

Yes, you’ve made mistakes. Who hasn’t? Both you and I have purposely done things that do not honor God. Let’s confess them, and get on with life. People have hurt you. Forgive them. And just know this: there will be people who will never forgive you, but God always will when you ask, and He’s the one that counts. If people don’t love you, that’s their loss, but remain open to love. When others make light of you, maybe it’s because they don’t understand you. Kill their ridicule with kindness. If you feel rejected, there are godly people who will walk closely beside you. Go where they are!

All this was easy to type, but so very hard to learn. As my Daddy always says, “If it was easy everybody would be doing it.” It took an entire year to get to the bottom of my life’s memories I had managed to keep boxed and stored. However, God knew it would be for my benefit to rapid-fire an abundance of challenges toward me in order to completely empty me. He knew that only then could I survive and know beyond all doubt that the joy I now feel is ALL because of Him and ABSOULUTELY NOT because of anything I had done.

We can’t truly love anyone else until we grasp how much God loves us. God is love! He proved His love to me over and over by leading me step by step through a grueling, but glorious process of transformation. He will do the same for you. Now, I have just one question I’m feeling led to ask:

The Spirit kept reminding me of two stories in the gospels that I’d like for us to step into over the next two weeks. These two stories helped me understand how to take what I’d learned through an inward examination of myself and apply it to outwardly loving the people he’s placed in my path. It helped me be able to decide whether I should stay put whenever someone I love wants to run away or whether I should go after them. I hope you’ll join me and share your thoughts as we go.

So! I guess you’d like to know how the pastor’s story ended. Right? The wife’s honest response made my eyes first sting, then puddle, and finally spill over their brims because her response would have been mine too. The woman left home feeling depressed and useless. After her husband pursued her and brought her back home, he asked, “Why did you come home so easily?”

Her response?

“BECAUSE YOU CAME!”

Sweet friend, Jesus came for you too!

God has done, is doing, and will continue to do wonderful things even when some of those things might not seem so wonderful. During 2019, may each of us quickly recognize the mighty hand of God, trust in His perfect timing, and thank Him even more for the way He diligently works things out for our good.

Before we race into intentional joy next Tuesday, please take a few minutes to review how far down Perfection Road we’ve traveled in 2018. (Click the link on the picture if you’d like to read the post.)

Get ready for a very Happy New Year, friends!

Sunday holds the top spot on my list of favorite days. After a week’s worth of busy, Sunday smooths my ruffled feathers and fills me with hope for the next week. I hope it does that for you as well.

This past Sunday exceeded my greatest expectations. It wasn’t merely the worship that did the trick, though it did summon a few drops of emotion from my eyes. It wasn’t necessarily the inspiring message I heard, nor was it the oh-so-sweet sweet fellowship I’ve come to thrive on. No, it was the hearts of the children I’m blessed to serve that completely overwhelmed me.

My part of Sunday’s children’s service was to offer a short closing message and prayer, followed by some small group time with my amazing  4^th  and  5^th  grade boys. These particular assignments make Sunday extra special for me.

After watching a video lesson about being grateful with what we have during the Christmas season, I decided to reenact a scene from a movie that most of our kids are very familiar with. In A Charlie Brown Christmas, a frustrated Charlie cried out, “Isn’t there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about?” Linus responded, “Sure, Charlie Brown. I can tell you what Christmas is all about,” as he stepped centerstage into the spotlight to beautifully quote Luke 2:8-14.  How wonderful it is to take the time to remember just how miraculous the birth of Jesus was!

As we moved into our prayer time together, we talked about the  prophet Isaiah’s description of Jesus, the Messiah who would come to earth as a baby to grow and live among us. I reminded them that Isaiah lived hundreds of years before Jesus’ birth, but still knew that He would be a Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace.

The children seemed to understand that at some point we all need some wise advice, someone who will protect and take care of us, someone who will always be with us and never leave us, and someone who can give us peace in our crazy lives. Many prayed to have Jesus become their own Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace.

Small group time began by handing out prayer cards to my circle of boys along with these instructions, “Tell God which one of these four descriptions of Jesus you need most in your life right now, and why you need it.”

I wasn’t prepared for the depth of emotion that poured onto these cards.

One boy asked for a Wonderful Counselor because he needed a friend.

Another wanted a Mighty God because he was being bullied at school. What I read at the bottom of the card from this boy who wore the biggest smile in the room broke my heart. He wrote: Why do people bully me?

Another seemed desperate for an Everlasting Father because he never got to see his dad.

And another one wrote that he needed a Prince of Peace because it wasn’t very peaceful in his house right now.

It’s true, we feel our need for a Savior when we are children, and we never outgrow that need. Are there children in your life struggling quietly with stressful emotions? Take time to ask questions, and then listen.

I’m pretty sure some of you grownups reading this right now could also use a friend, a protector, some security, or a whole lot of peace; maybe all four. Don’t be afraid to let it show, and then intentionally lean on Jesus.

However, there may be a few of us who could be a little more like Jesus by supporting someone else through difficult days. Look around. Who needs you? By learning how to become more Christlike, we find exactly what we need.  

And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. (Luke 2:8-14, KJV, emphasis definitely mine)