Want JOY?

How many have sown tears in the last year? Surely there’s a harvest of JOY coming!!!

Me. Me. Me. In my life I have sown bountifully in tears. Tears of failure. Tears of sadness and regret. Tears of fear and anguish and despair.

Tears of surrender.

How about you?n the last year, I’ve begun to reap in JOY. Tears of joy. Lately, it seems the tears suddenly bubble up from a deep place. Like a tiny seed, after rooting deep in the soil, sends a green shoot through the crust of earth, these tears erupt through my eyes and down my face.

In the last year, though, I’ve begun to reap in JOY. Tears of joy.

Lately, it seems the tears suddenly bubble up from a deep place. Like a tiny seed, after rooting deep in the soil, sends a green shoot through the crust of earth, these tears erupt through my eyes and down my face.

These deep tears pouring forth are a refreshing. They’re tears of relief. Tears that wash fear and doubt away. They cleanse my soul.

Purification.

My words for 2021 are watch/weep/whisper and I think I’m beginning to understand.

The more I watch what God is doing all around me, the more I weep over the recognition He’s heard every single one of my prayers for help.

The more I weep over what I’m watching Him do, the more I whisper my thanksgiving to my Good Good God. He is my Shepherd and I shall not be in want.

And now, God, do it again— bring rains to our drought-stricken lives So those who planted their crops in despair will shout hurrahs at the harvest, So those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing. 

Psalm 126:4‭-‬6 MSG

I give thanks to You, my God, for You are good and Your steadfast love endures forever!

Thank you, Father, for letting me live to experience this great harvest of JOY. Hear, o Lord, my songs and whispers and shouts of JOY as I receive Your great harvest. I will testify of Your greatness and love. You alone are good and worthy of all praise!

Amen.

Eyes on Jesus and Shine,

~Lisa

Save me, O God…

Save me, O God,
    for the waters have come up to my neck.
I sink in the miry depths,
    where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
    the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;
    my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
    looking for my God.
Psalm 69:1-3 NIV

It’s been about 50 days since our country all but completely shut down. We human beings, who are created by God because He loves relationship, are aching for human interaction.

We’re longing for something remotely familiar. Normal. Soothing. The simplest return of recognizable routine would be welcome. Anything to escape the “what if” monster from taunting us every other minute.

We’re wondering what happened to our security? The slowdown has caused most to ask some great questions. In what or who have I placed my faith? In what does my security, my peace of mind rest? For many people the length of days without resolution is fraying the nerves.

Are you feeling undone?

May I recommend reading the psalms in the Bible?

Psalms are simply the best medicine for getting the completely understandable, but darkest thoughts and feelings up and out of your system. If you’re feeling bothered right now, Psalm 69 will help you get started with casting your thoughts and feelings on the Lord. Because of his deep and intimate relationship with God, King David had no problem with honestly and thoroughly pouring his heart out before the Lord.

I contend that King David, the psalmist, is a wonderfully refreshing example of the freedom we have to converse directly with our Creator.

Personally, I began this year, on Ash Wednesday, reading one psalm a day. I planned to finish on Resurrection Sunday; however, as the rhyme and rhythm of this year slowed nearly to a crawl I determined to keep reading. Today is day 69. Psalm 69. And today as every other day I have found words for my feelings and comfort for my soul as I take every thought captive to Jesus.

Join me. Will you?

Keep going. Keep reading. Let the words become your own. Let them stir you up and roar out the entire length of the psalm. Recognize that you’re not the only one who has ever lived this pain. Let the words of the psalmist work on your heart and mind as a salve which draws the infection up and out of a wound.

Realize that restoration is coming. Healing will result from this cleansing exercise of honest casting of thoughts and feelings upon Christ.

Keep going. Keep breathing. Keep reading the psalms until you see Jesus reading them with you. He’s there. He’ll never leave you.

Jesus lived this Psalm. He was despised. Jesus was hated. Abused. Cursed. Beaten. Abandoned. Killed. Buried.

And then restoration came. He rose. He lives. Jesus understands all your words. All your shouts. All your feelings. Jesus lived it. He is with you. See Him. Talk to Him. Listen to Him. Rejoice in Him.

Day 69. Focus – Jesus.
Eyes on Him.