God hears my voice.
You know when you are entertaining the idea of something and you know it's not God's plan but you convince yourself it could be? How stupid is that?
Do I not believe the Lord is capable of speaking clearly enough for me to understand?
Do I think God leads me to an open door blindfolded and then dips out, leaving me stranded?
Why do I think that feeling unsure means I should act on my ideas to determine the answer?
Where do you draw the line between acting foolishly and taking risks? What I've figured out, in my own limited realm of life, is to look at the motivation behind it. When it comes to taking risks, I usally feel fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of rejection, or loss of control.
When it comes to acting foolish, I tend to feel like I might be missing out on something. Or, it just looks like fun. That stems from not trusting that the Lord always knows what's best for me. I feel like God's best is no fun. I feel my best is better than His best. How do you out-best The Best?
I don't have the formula for determining God's will for your life but trying something out usually doesn't work. If God said it, you don't have to try it out. If you feel like trying it out to see what it's like, then the Lord hasn't spoken yet. Divine declarations kinda take the guessing out of the picture.
"Our days on earth are like grass; like
wildflowers, we bloom and die. The
wind blows, and we are gone- as though we
had never been here. But the love of
the Lord remains forever with those who fear Him."
Nothing I do will last! I can leave no legacy. The only thing that lasts is God's love. No good deeds, no good reputation, no life-changing event lasts the test of time. Only the love of the Lord lasts. The only effect I can ever hope to have on eternity is to plant and water the seed of His love.
The syringe can affect nothing outside of itself, it can only take what it has and use it. It doesn't spend all it's time trying to fill itself up.The syringe doesn't decide what or how much goes into it. It simply seeks the right place to inject and fulfills its purpose continuously.
More importantly, it does not judge the one needing the injection. Injections are limitless. Regardless of the need, the syringe performs.
I'm not the cure- just the tool being used to bring the cure. I'm not the miracle, it's the skill of the hands who hold the syringe. It's not the syringe that lasts, but the healing that the syringe brings.
This came to me in church yesterday.
There are times we feel so heavy, the weight of the world literally on our shoulders. We struggle to carry it, to stand, to even kneel with it.
This creates the opportunity for intimacy with the Lord. It can be an invitation to Him to literally come between us and the weight. His body covering mine, He shoulders the burden. He carries the weight as He carries me. His shoulders bear the weight, my shoulders bear the glory of intimacy with Him.
Heaviness breeds initmacy.
Acts 4:32 All the believers were united in heart and mind. And they felt that what they owned was not their own, so they shared everything they had. NLT
How can I feel that my possessions are not my own so that the pursuit of money isn't my priority? Even the things I buy or own were bought with His money. I am a steward of every blessing and increase He gives me, financial or otherwise. Am I a good steward of the people, positions, opportunities, relationships, gifts, talents, and abilities that God has blessed me with?
Ps 139.23-24 Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. NLT
I asked God to point out anything in me that offends Him. He said, "Your anxious thoughts. Not everything can be calculated! You want to take my blessings and wrap them up in a neat box. There cannot be overflow without an open box. How can I open up the windows of Heaven and pour out my blessings into a closed box? My blessings can't be managed because that inplies limitations. My blessings are limitless and can only be received.
Open wide.
Romans 12:2 Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. NLT
I don't want to copy what's been done before. Anyone can imitate what they've seen before. It shows the mark of individuality, of talent, of being truly set apart to create what's only been seen in the mind's eye. We are achieving our goal of being Christlike when we reproduce the occupation of our own Creator. His Word is creative, the gifts He has placed in us are creative, His timing is creative. The Holy Spirit inside us is creative. Anyone can follow a path that's already been paved. Jesus did not come so we could walk His path to His intimate place with the Father. He came so that we would see that that place exists, that we could learn how to create our own path, and that once He left, we would always know our way back.
Tonight, again, I was asking God, "Who is going to make a big deal about me? When will I make friends who love me back as much as I love them?" And again, God reminded me that my value is not in how people treat me or how they feel about me. My value is in the fact that He created me to have value. He gives me value. The love I give away has value and the love I receive also has value. But it's not my value- it's added value. So I can keep giving and giving but my source hasn't changed. It never runs dry.
Just because people don't love me the way I want them too doesn't mean it's not love. If their love doesn't look like my love, does that mean it has no value? That's prejudice. I've tried my whole life to prove that I'm not prejudiced. Why do I feel like my standards are good enough that the whole world should live by them? I never died on a cross for anyone. I do have high standards. Lord, why am I so different? Why are my standards so high?
“Jacob, where do you find the strength to carry on in life?”
“Life is often heavy only because we attempt to carry it,” said Jacob. “But I do find a strength in the ashes.”
“In the ashes?” asked Mr. Gold.
“Yes,” said Jacob, with a confirmation that seemed to have traveled a great distance.
“You see, Mr. Gold, each of us is alone. Each of us is in the great darkness of our ignorance. And, each of us is on a journey.
“In the process of our journey, we must bend to build a fire for light, and warmth, and food.
“But when our fingers tear at the ground, hoping to find the coals of another’s fire, what we often find is the ashes.
“And, in those ashes, which will not give us light or warmth, there may be sadness, but there is also testimony.
“Because these ashes tell is that somebody else has been in the night, somebody else has bent to build a fire, and somebody else has carried on.
“And that can be enough, sometimes.”
~Noah benShea
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I recently had to deal with a relationship problem. Wow, super unusual I'm sure. I was dreading the confrontation of it but I was in prayer at church on Wednesday. I felt like God gave me a little insight into relationships. First, I am female. Shocker, for anyone who knows me. I am more in tune with relationships than guys. I like relationships, I need them, I want them. So, pretty big priority in my life. So of course, also a big trap where I could potentially fall. Then God led me to David. He was known for a heart after God. After all, Papa G Himself said it. (I have it in writing.) So a lot of people want to be like David and want Papa G to say something equally as cool and memorable. Looking at the life of David, he was all about relationship. With his father. With his sheep. With Samuel. Then with Saul. Especially with Jonathan. And Michal. With his people. But first and foremost, always with God. He didn't care to get undignified before God in his worship, He refused to model himself after Saul's ways, and he was constantly pursuing the Father. So relationship was almost as important to him as to females everywhere. Almost. Now where did David fall? Oh yeah. Relationship. ADULTEROUS relationship. With a FEMALE. So it's very likely for me to fall and for relationships to be something that divides me from others, takes me away from God, and potentially leaves me feeling isolated. I took this as a warning from God to be protective over my relationships. Even in dealing with the confrontation ahead of me, I knew I had to be honest and not just say everything was okay. But I also knew I had to say it in a way that would protect the other person and not come off as critical or accusing. I'm known for being that way so it would be harder than just letting word vomit come out of my mouth. But I believe God showed me that as a reminder to protect myself in relationships and to protect the relationships I truly value because they are still a potential trap for me and everyone else involved. I was made for relationship but that doesn't keep me immune from its traps.
People have hurt me.
I have hurt people.
This is what I've learned. I feel anger toward them and I want to make them feel the same pain (or worse) than what they made me feel. But after I've dealt with the anger- really dealt with it- I end up knowing God in a new way. I wouldn't trade that for anything. I know God in a way you couldn't possibly understand. I can rely on Him to bring me through the next hurt because I've already been there, done that.
For the people I have hurt, I hope that they realized this lesson even sooner than I did. I don't set out intending to hurt others. But then again, I don't set out to protect them either.
Hurt is a part of life. Maturity isn't until you choose it.
Knowledge isn't given, it's sought. I seek to know God better through every situation. I don't always accomplish that goal but I'm pursuing it. I've been hurt and I'll hurt again.
But I walked away better.
Thank you.
So if you are a fan of Grey's Anatomy then I hope my title made you giggle or maybe just a sentimental smile as you imagine Meredith and Cristina in an awkward embrace.
So I was thinking about these people in my life. I have three main father-figures. I feel like I have about four or so daughters. But I really only have a couple Brother B's in my life. As I was thinking about this, I decided that I'm not a very good Brother B either. It's easy for me to find older people and question them and observe them and learn from them. It's easy for me to teach younger people who haven't been through what I already have. But it's hard for me to really walk beside someone and truly believe in them. Why?
For me, being Brother B is the most difficult. It takes a lot of faith. Apparently, more than I currently have. Maybe it's a struggle for you to take correction from authority or hard to be loved by a father. Maybe you have a hard time getting close to younger people and sharing your past. But all three of these are important concepts and important steps to maturity. How can I be a mother and a daughter and not know how to be a sister? I look at it like this. I learn how to be a mother by watching my mother. I learn how to be a daughter by having my own daughters. But who teaches me how to be a sister?
Abraham raised his knife and blessed His God.
Fully intending to obey his God and fully believing God would still fulfill His promise.The greatest act of Abraham’s faith was leaving the fulfilling up to God.
-Joanna Weaver
By faith, Abraham, at the time of testing, offered Isaac back to God. Acting in faith, he was as ready to return the promised son, his only son, as he had been to receive him—and this after he had already been told, "Your descendants shall come from Isaac." Abraham figured that if God wanted to, he could raise the dead. Hebrews 11.17 (MSG)
So now my third choice is to believe both at the same time. Here's how I see it. (Now I will make a list because that makes me feel accomplished.)
My priority is to connect with God. Even when I don't read my Bible once throughout my entire vacation, God still likes to drop me a line here and there. So here is what God taught me on the beach. 
I was sitting in the sand with the waves splashing over my feet and I was grabbing handfuls of sand and letting it wash away. Then this seashell literally flew into my hand as the waves washed back. It was a normal shape and a normal color but it had one large and one small cut on it's surface and through the opening was a pinky purple color. I had been talking to God about a situation that had really hurt my heart...on vacation, it was my chance to get away from it all and I really hoped to finally be healed. I just want to be done with it and not have to think about it every day. What I felt like God spoke to me was that I should be thankful that my heart was cut. It's through the cutting that the true beauty can be revealed. Each cut I receive feels so painful but it's making me more beautiful. For the most part, I am normal on the outside- normal shape, normal color- but my cuts are different than anyone else's- different shape, different color. The color people see in your cuts is beautiful too, but not the same as my pinky purple. We are each beautiful because we've all been cut open differently- different directions, different depths- and to reveal a different beauty. Our cuts hurts the same hurt and drip the same blood but God continually gives us beauty for ashes....to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment
of praise for the spirit of heaviness... Isaiah 61:3
If it was God's will to bruise His own Son, why shouldn't He bruise me?
If God can accomplish His purposes in this world through a broken heart, then why not thank Him for breaking yours? -Oswald Chambers
So once I found this shell, of course I had to keep it- you know, for sentimental purposes. So what else to do with it so that I wouldn't lose it? I did what any other resourceful girl would do- stuck it down my bathing suit top!
=)
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