No one has it easy. This world is rock hard and dimly lit. We're all struggling individually and as couples to keep our eyes focused on Jesus. Yet, when we come together the light of Jesus in each of the ten of us makes the room bright.
Just recently, even though our circumstances have not changed, a door stands illuminated at the edge of our waiting room. I don't think I've ever noticed it there. I imagine Jesus, who embodies light, has placed a spotlight on the door of acceptance. As I ponder life with Him, I realize it's time. He is beckoning us to walk through this door.
God has much to say to me about the way I speak, my tone and the appropriate use of speech for love and blessing. Very early in my discipleship a friend directed me to the book of James. Knowing how much I love the gift of gab, my heart was pricked, and I began to take seriously the many reproofs regarding an uncontrolled tongue.
The thing is we know it's a lie. We know it's stinkin' thinkin'. Yet even when we agree that the wheel isn't making us stronger, we find it difficult to step off. We want to BE STRONG!
Fretting might be the easiest "go to" activity in a waiting room. However, God says don't fret - don't worry. Then He offers all of these other activities to take the place of worrying about circumstances we can't control anyway.
I know. Most of us are actually very scared right now. Some of us are more bold and brave and will message the two people as a reach for a hand. Others of us, are asking Jesus to make the introductions. And a few of us are considering whether they want to ask Jesus to open even a window let alone a full door for relationship.
No, I am really curious. Seriously, I want to know. What is it that you experience through your five senses that would cause you to volunteer or apply or simply jump in the middle?
Trees were an important part of my childhood. Some of my fondest memories are wrapped around the enormous ficus tree, which lived in the center of our cul de sac. A similar ficus. Ours was rooted in the very center of our street. Perrine, Florida in the 70's. The Ficus branches were enough for all … Continue reading Grounded Deep
The extraordinarily beautiful and prosperous fruit tree which has grown up in the middle of this practice is a body of faith. We are none the same, but frequently gathered together to share in the abundant fruit of the Spirit of God. We have needed it - desperately needed this - during the most challenging season of our lives. The prayers of the saints have been powerful and effective, but even more so tenacious for us (all of us) to witness breakthrough after breakthrough.
My questions about God were many and constant. In rare, unguarded moments of conversation with high school and college friends, I wondered aloud if God was interested in the details of our lives. Most people with whom I chatted seemed to think that the only answer to my ponderings was a sincere - No - for a variety of reasons.