We were all born into this world crippled by sin, but now we have been born again as sons of promise—“the redeemed”.
If you are old enough to read this post, it is no news to you that trials are inevitable in our lives on this side of heaven. Although we will encounter much distress and discomfort during our earthly lives, throughout the Bible we see God painting a picture of hope with broad brushstrokes of bright pigment.
On January 21, 2018, Tina did the transition during the Sunday morning service. The anointing came upon her and she began to admonish us to keep our hopes, visions, etc. alive. As she spoke, I saw a surprising but welcome picture.
God is Good. All the time. This is a truth I have come to learn intimately in my life, and the power of simply acknowledging and believing such a statement is bigger than anything else I’ve experienced. Getting to the point of such revelation has not been a simple journey for me, though.
Have you ever had someone in your life that you loved, BUT you just didn't feel like you could quite jive with them? You really genuinely wanted to get along and live peaceably with them, but there were just these certain things about them, these certain little (or maybe even big) annoyances that just about drove you up a wall, or maybe even began to BUILD a wall between the two of you. . .
Sometimes I wonder, do we really know and understand what we see or do we see what we know?
The course of our life is largely determined by the lens of our thought life and expectations. Anticipation, dread, excitement, or worry are each indicators of what we are expecting in the future.
I have been thinking about my original experience of becoming a Christian lately. Especially on the days when my heart is squeezing with painful yearning to see the people I love delivered from the destructive paths they seem determined to walk. Those times make me think there is a lone howling wolf caged inside of me. The longing, the yearning, the desperate cry for their lives to be spared comes out in this keening, mournful cry from the very depths of my soul.
Too often, we as believers feel the weight of attack and fear on our spirits, and assume that it’s just the way it is. We’ve been told that there’s a war going on in the spiritual realms, and we as followers of Christ are simply called to withstand it—take blow after blow in the fight against evil.
We are taught that being in a constant state of attack is expected, even inevitable.
And that’s a lie.
I want to share some of what the Lord has spoken to me during 2017 and the beginning of 2018 for this coming year. Some of these points have not completely unfolded and that is the beauty of discovery, that throughout the year, God will expound upon the words He has given you or even confirm, clarify, or reveal greater understanding. Enjoy the journey!!
I love Christmas. For me, one of the best parts of Christmas is the time I get to spend with family...Christmas has always been about family and being at “home” with God. The first Christmas was about just that—God’s plan to restore us to His family where we could live at “home” with Him.
I was reading some devotions during a strategic time in my life. Especially in those times, I read God's word to rest my soul. As he always does, He comforted me through a timely passage, Psalm 33.
Holy Spirit speaks in many different ways and is always drawing us closer and deeper, revealing more of the Father and Jesus and their great love for us! If I am open to His infinite and creative ways, He speaks to me. Let me share some different ways I have experienced some signs and wonders.
Does the Lord ever speak to you through a song? He does to me quite frequently, possibly because I consistently am listening to music, or have a tune of some sort going through my head. This fall, there has been a particular theme stirring in my heart, and it was sparked from a conversation I had with the Lord over the song Every Table is an Altar by the worship band, Bread & Wine.
I have noticed that, in different seasons of my life, I experience hearing God in different ways. After coming back from Bolivia, I experienced Him in yet another way.
I once saw a sermon Francis Chan gave on YouTube. Ironically, he talked of people who had come to him extolling his various social media outlets...and how he had nothing to do with them. The accounts were useful to those who found them (myself included), but no matter the good they were, they just didn't come from the man himself. Good, even useful, but not quite true.
Like many in our interconnected society, I've been blessed with a chance to live digitally.
God is not bound by our timelines or circumstances. Rather, God often chooses to speak to us when we least expect or are prepared for it. I was in a meeting recently, and while trying to stay focused on what I thought to be the most important point of the conversation, God began to speak. His words, undeterred in their speed and clarity, raced through my mind faster than I could write them down. My focus shifted dramatically as He used the seemingly mundane as a catalyst for revelation. This entry is the result of that encounter.
Interdependence means, “every part of the system has an effect on every other part of the system, and changing one part of the system will result in a change in another part of the system.” So it first means that we are in “systems,” and then second means that we impact the other members of the systems we are in.
So why does being a part of a system matter in terms of my faith?
As we progress in our walk with the Lord, the Holy Spirit reveals to us areas of our hearts that feel dry and barren. Instead of the fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5: 22), we see sadness, hopelessness, bitterness, anger, and fear. Those areas are still slaves to the flesh, chocked by the worries of this life, or oppressed under the deceitfulness of the devil. But God’s desire for us is to “bring back the captives to Zion”!
My family and I recently flew to California to visit my parents. I have flown dozens of times in my life, mostly between the ages of 16 and 22. From 15-hour overseas flights to 17-seat planes that needed to stop for gas after 45 minutes—I’ve done it all. I can’t even recall all the flights I’ve taken, but I can remember the excitement of finding out who would sit next to me and the conversations that might take place. I have many fond memories of friends that I’ve met on airplanes over the years. Each was like a God-ordained meeting; sometimes ministry took place, and other times it was simple conversation and shared stories
What I heard as I stood thinking about this is, “Don’t ever give up!” The misunderstanding about peace is that it’s the absence of conflict; this is untrue. If peace was only obtained through the absence of conflict, then Jesus himself would have never lived and walked in peace; His life was filled with conflict.