He wings away today....
Soaring high over oceans and continents to get to them.
Me aching here - because the one my heart belongs to is over there.
But...
All this....
This evangelizing, aiding, loving, and lifting up -
it's a passion deeply rooted in the one I wed.
So as I tend to the soil I've been given here in this great country - mainly three young blondes - I'm praying over their Africa bound Daddy....
Who will be preaching, teaching, learning, and growing....on his second mission trip to Kenya.
He has the gospel all etched out on his heart - and I know him....
I know he'll leave a strong, thumping piece of it there with those precious ones across the waters.
Won't you join me in praying like a warrior over it all? Oh, petitions won't be wasted on him, them....(or me!) over the next several weeks!
While struggling with the distance - I'm expectant! Trusting that the Lord will move and speak and descend and nourish during this crazy voyage.
Yes, Lord - reveal Yourself there. Reveal Yourself here. Because it's all empty and worthless unless You do.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The Littles
Perhaps you'll remember this? From a few posts ago?....
"My faith is too feeble for fake. I can't afford to front here friends.I've got to have the real Jesus. Empty rituals and man-made routines and absent-minded traditions....those things won't do. Those things don't woo a doubter."
Yeah....they won't woo your wee ones either. Not after they grow wings, anyway.
So creating an atmosphere that simply welcomes Him - it's a duty we better embrace.
Clay and Sally Clarkson...in Educating the Whole-Hearted Child....shout wisdom when they say:
"Home nurture is bringing the life of Christ into your home. Many Christian parents mistakenly believe this is accomplished only by adopting a Christian lifestyle......A Christian lifestyle alone might cause your children to long for Christianity, but only regular exposure to the living God will cause them to long for Christ. When you understand the power of home nurture, you realize you are shepherding your children's hearts and planting seeds of longing for the living God. You are giving them life." (p.20, emphasis mine)
Mama, say hello to your role.
Say hello to praying your heart inside out and going to front line battle and stretching out long to create a home that allows our children to hear His beckoning.
Our shows of compassion toward our children when they stump their toes, our forgiving nature when it comes to broken vases and shards of glass and sassy remarks, our open laps, our patting of shoulders, our admitting wrong, our meaning what we say, our mercies extended to Daddy, our tending of wounds, our tending to illness, our taking soup to a shut-in, our prayer times, our study of the Word, our transformation, our grace extended - when lived out simply because He lives in us.... these things demonstrate the Divine.
And it's worth mentioning that.....
Our shouts and our awkward silences and our crude words and our rage anger and our laziness and our blind ignorance and our passivity and our constant striving for more and our lack of contentment and our selfish natures on display - these things can drown out and drone over the voice of the Spirit - wanting to woo the young lives in our care. He's God - He can get through in any type of chaos (sometimes especially there) but why allow our unrighteousness to hush His voice... when souls are at stake?
We want our kids to be able to hear - and be attracted to....God's callings.
Not lifestyle, culture, rules, fanciful traditions, hype and emotion - but Him.
Speaking of emotion.....
David Guzik's commentary on the last few verses of John 13 - highlights this well:
Scripture: Peter said to Him, "Lord, why can I not follow You now? I will lay down my life for Your sake." Jesus answered him, "Will you lay down your life for My sake? Most assuredly, I say to you, the rooster shall not crow till you have denied Me three times."
Commentary: "Poor Peter! He would have died for Jesus right then but he later failed because his devotion was based on emotion.
- Emotion is vital to the Christian walk, but it can’t be its power or foundation.
- We see a different Peter when his walk is no longer built on emotion, but on the work of Jesus on the cross and the empowering of the Holy Spirit."* (emphasis mine)
That's hype verses Holy right there.
We want Holy.
Because what happens.....when He captures a heart...and makes it wholly Holy?
Love and action and good work and movement and results.
"A divinely transformed heart, by its very nature, will produce right action. It simply cannot do otherwise." - Richard J. Foster, Streams of Living Water (pg.71)
Mom! This is what we are after!
For us...for them.
"My faith is too feeble for fake. I can't afford to front here friends.I've got to have the real Jesus. Empty rituals and man-made routines and absent-minded traditions....those things won't do. Those things don't woo a doubter."
Yeah....they won't woo your wee ones either. Not after they grow wings, anyway.
So creating an atmosphere that simply welcomes Him - it's a duty we better embrace.
Clay and Sally Clarkson...in Educating the Whole-Hearted Child....shout wisdom when they say:
"Home nurture is bringing the life of Christ into your home. Many Christian parents mistakenly believe this is accomplished only by adopting a Christian lifestyle......A Christian lifestyle alone might cause your children to long for Christianity, but only regular exposure to the living God will cause them to long for Christ. When you understand the power of home nurture, you realize you are shepherding your children's hearts and planting seeds of longing for the living God. You are giving them life." (p.20, emphasis mine)
Mama, say hello to your role.
Say hello to praying your heart inside out and going to front line battle and stretching out long to create a home that allows our children to hear His beckoning.
Our shows of compassion toward our children when they stump their toes, our forgiving nature when it comes to broken vases and shards of glass and sassy remarks, our open laps, our patting of shoulders, our admitting wrong, our meaning what we say, our mercies extended to Daddy, our tending of wounds, our tending to illness, our taking soup to a shut-in, our prayer times, our study of the Word, our transformation, our grace extended - when lived out simply because He lives in us.... these things demonstrate the Divine.
And it's worth mentioning that.....
Our shouts and our awkward silences and our crude words and our rage anger and our laziness and our blind ignorance and our passivity and our constant striving for more and our lack of contentment and our selfish natures on display - these things can drown out and drone over the voice of the Spirit - wanting to woo the young lives in our care. He's God - He can get through in any type of chaos (sometimes especially there) but why allow our unrighteousness to hush His voice... when souls are at stake?
We want our kids to be able to hear - and be attracted to....God's callings.
Not lifestyle, culture, rules, fanciful traditions, hype and emotion - but Him.
Speaking of emotion.....
David Guzik's commentary on the last few verses of John 13 - highlights this well:
Scripture: Peter said to Him, "Lord, why can I not follow You now? I will lay down my life for Your sake." Jesus answered him, "Will you lay down your life for My sake? Most assuredly, I say to you, the rooster shall not crow till you have denied Me three times."
Commentary: "Poor Peter! He would have died for Jesus right then but he later failed because his devotion was based on emotion.
- Emotion is vital to the Christian walk, but it can’t be its power or foundation.
- We see a different Peter when his walk is no longer built on emotion, but on the work of Jesus on the cross and the empowering of the Holy Spirit."* (emphasis mine)
That's hype verses Holy right there.
We want Holy.
Because what happens.....when He captures a heart...and makes it wholly Holy?
Love and action and good work and movement and results.
"A divinely transformed heart, by its very nature, will produce right action. It simply cannot do otherwise." - Richard J. Foster, Streams of Living Water (pg.71)
Mom! This is what we are after!
For us...for them.
*Commentary from www.blueletterbible.com
Sunday, May 12, 2013
A Sunday for Mama
Love on a plate.
That's what they served their Mama this morning.
Frozen waffles stacked just so. A perfectly ripe banana. A vitamin. A tall glass of liquid.
And those cards....those cards with M-O-M scribbled all over front and back.... by little hands just learning to form lines and curves into coherent characters....
Yes.
I'm a real proponent of Mother's Day.
A sunset and sunrise set aside for Mama's?
Indeed! Yes! I think I will join in on the day!
Because the weight being pulled here is hefty. The requirements....the responsibilities....the ramifications if we don't carry all this out with intention - it's huge!
Us Mama's............we can make it or break it for the babies, can't we?
We can treat the home.....the family - as a formation center of sorts. Or, we can allow the home....the family - to be a detention cell.
It's up to us, really. It's up to our words, our actions, our re-actions.
We can create an atmosphere that's fertile - where faith can grow. No matter what kind of bringing-up brought us here....no matter how we mishandled things yesterday, or this morning, or five minutes ago.... We can.
On Tuesday....I'll be back here spilling out some thoughts from some people much wiser and much more experienced than I - on all this.
Won't you come? And lean in a little with me?
Know - that if your eyes are seeing this screen - I've prayed for you. Whether Mother's Day is a joy or a jolt....you've been lifted up.
See you in a few.
That's what they served their Mama this morning.
Frozen waffles stacked just so. A perfectly ripe banana. A vitamin. A tall glass of liquid.
And those cards....those cards with M-O-M scribbled all over front and back.... by little hands just learning to form lines and curves into coherent characters....
Yes.
I'm a real proponent of Mother's Day.
A sunset and sunrise set aside for Mama's?
Indeed! Yes! I think I will join in on the day!
Because the weight being pulled here is hefty. The requirements....the responsibilities....the ramifications if we don't carry all this out with intention - it's huge!
Us Mama's............we can make it or break it for the babies, can't we?
We can treat the home.....the family - as a formation center of sorts. Or, we can allow the home....the family - to be a detention cell.
It's up to us, really. It's up to our words, our actions, our re-actions.
We can create an atmosphere that's fertile - where faith can grow. No matter what kind of bringing-up brought us here....no matter how we mishandled things yesterday, or this morning, or five minutes ago.... We can.
On Tuesday....I'll be back here spilling out some thoughts from some people much wiser and much more experienced than I - on all this.
Won't you come? And lean in a little with me?
Know - that if your eyes are seeing this screen - I've prayed for you. Whether Mother's Day is a joy or a jolt....you've been lifted up.
See you in a few.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Glean
When the one that took you in under his wing - unexpectedly flies away to Him....it can leave you flat out wondering.
We're walking around here all sniffly-nosed today...
Because a man of God - who built into the life of my husband and oozed wisdom and encouraged generously and ran for Christ - he has gone now to be with the One He ran the race for.
In a world where so few men are mentored....
In a world where so few women actually experience Titus 2:4-5....
In a world where more men pass down pornography addictions than paternal know-how....
In a world where women learn to flaunt curves rather than compassion....
In a world where wisdom wanes and cheaters win...
If you find someone willing to pour out all kinds of God-goodness into your heart - open wide and drink in every Spirit-inspired drop of biblical wisdom they offer you.
And let it soak deep. And write it all down. And say thank you.
And know that you get to glean from a rare gem.
Oh, glean and guzzle and glean some more, my friend.....
Because you just never know when they'll be gone.
We're walking around here all sniffly-nosed today...
Because a man of God - who built into the life of my husband and oozed wisdom and encouraged generously and ran for Christ - he has gone now to be with the One He ran the race for.
In a world where so few men are mentored....
In a world where so few women actually experience Titus 2:4-5....
In a world where more men pass down pornography addictions than paternal know-how....
In a world where women learn to flaunt curves rather than compassion....
In a world where wisdom wanes and cheaters win...
If you find someone willing to pour out all kinds of God-goodness into your heart - open wide and drink in every Spirit-inspired drop of biblical wisdom they offer you.
And let it soak deep. And write it all down. And say thank you.
And know that you get to glean from a rare gem.
Oh, glean and guzzle and glean some more, my friend.....
Because you just never know when they'll be gone.
Praying for the Jim Fink family this week. Please join me.
Monday, April 29, 2013
When
It's when we cease to long - that the battle gets down right scary.....down right serious.
It's when Psalm 42:1 is missing - that we find ourselves walking in the thick brush of enemy territory.
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so my soul pants for you, O God. (Psalm 42:1, ESV)
Make no mistake.....when the longing for Him is lost - that's when we begin to lose.
When the desire for the Divine dwindles - that's when we're desperate.
We can grope around in the world for a while - we can dance with doubt a few rounds....
but when your heart isn't even searching....oh, that's when.
That's when the weary should wail for faith warriors to come - to lift up petitions and storm the gates of Heaven on the lost's behalf.
Blow the whistles. Ring the bells. Hoot. Holler. Scream. Beg. Make a complete ruckus. Make an absolute idiot of yourself if you have to....
Because like the good preacher eluded to on Sunday....
Sometimes...healing comes when you finally decide to get humble.
When you get all bare and unprotected and revealed - when the light's illuminating it all.....that's when we overcome.
Listen....
My faith is too feeble for fake.
I can't afford to front here friends.
I've got to have the real Jesus. Empty rituals and man-made routines and absent-minded traditions....those things won't do. Those things don't woo a doubter.
He's the only one that can do that.
His Spirit is the only thing that can convince a calloused and grown over soul to soar again.
So if you're finding yourself in a state of stagnation - where you don't even desire for the rivers to flow anymore......find yourself some pray-ers and get yourself some prayer.
Because He'll hear. And He'll come. And He'll rescue you right where you are.
Remember...He left the 99 sheep to go after the 1 that had wondered away. Yes He did.
As I pull out of this pit of cynicism and unbelief - I see that the constant prayers of a husband and the faithful petitions from friends - have reached His listening ear.
Because He's whispering in mine again.
It's when Psalm 42:1 is missing - that we find ourselves walking in the thick brush of enemy territory.
As a deer pants for flowing streams, so my soul pants for you, O God. (Psalm 42:1, ESV)
Make no mistake.....when the longing for Him is lost - that's when we begin to lose.
When the desire for the Divine dwindles - that's when we're desperate.
We can grope around in the world for a while - we can dance with doubt a few rounds....
but when your heart isn't even searching....oh, that's when.
That's when the weary should wail for faith warriors to come - to lift up petitions and storm the gates of Heaven on the lost's behalf.
Blow the whistles. Ring the bells. Hoot. Holler. Scream. Beg. Make a complete ruckus. Make an absolute idiot of yourself if you have to....
Because like the good preacher eluded to on Sunday....
Sometimes...healing comes when you finally decide to get humble.
When you get all bare and unprotected and revealed - when the light's illuminating it all.....that's when we overcome.
Listen....
My faith is too feeble for fake.
I can't afford to front here friends.
I've got to have the real Jesus. Empty rituals and man-made routines and absent-minded traditions....those things won't do. Those things don't woo a doubter.
He's the only one that can do that.
His Spirit is the only thing that can convince a calloused and grown over soul to soar again.
So if you're finding yourself in a state of stagnation - where you don't even desire for the rivers to flow anymore......find yourself some pray-ers and get yourself some prayer.
Because He'll hear. And He'll come. And He'll rescue you right where you are.
Remember...He left the 99 sheep to go after the 1 that had wondered away. Yes He did.
As I pull out of this pit of cynicism and unbelief - I see that the constant prayers of a husband and the faithful petitions from friends - have reached His listening ear.
Because He's whispering in mine again.
Friday, April 26, 2013
You
Oh, friends.
Your faithfulness to me this week - it has been a balm of sorts.
The text messages, the emails, the comments.....
your willingness to pray - it has all carried me over the last few days.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Confusion is still whirling and questions are still being grappled - but I have had moments of hopeful peace.
Even as I published Tuesday's post - I felt a calm and an 'okayness'....almost like a pat on the head from Him.
More, Lord.
I came across a passage in Richard J. Foster's Streams of Living Water that really pressed in on this issue of hollowness and doubt:
"Often times emptiness is a darkness as well. We experience Deus Absconditus, the God who is hidden from us. Dryness too - a Sahara of the heart. Throughout these experiences solitude is our welcome companion, for we are learning to be alone with the Alone. Please understand, this emptiness, this darkness, this dryness is itself prayer. It is a heavenly communion of an ascetic sort. While delight is a feasting, emptiness is a fasting, and both are needed for the growth of the soul."(pg.50)
How fitting that this would happen to be a part of my daily reading for this week. And that line....a Sahara of the heart. Yes, Foster. That's exactly what it feels like. Precisely. To find words that match my feelings....it was a gift to me.
And then...I again...stumbled across a quote that ringed in truth:
"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you." - St. Augustine
Yes. Yes, it's true. And for Foster and Augustine to have penned out these thoughts - it must mean that they themselves or someone in close vicinity...had dealt with feeling distant.
And sometimes - we just need to know that we aren't the only ones.
I hope...oh ever do I hope....that if nothing else....opening up on this little spot and hanging everything out here and allowing some vulnerability to seep through - that it has encouraged another flailing sojourner.
I'm grateful for the kind souls that wonder around this little space. I cherish you.
And I look forward to sprawling out for you all the ways He comes!
May love and revelation be yours....ours.....this weekend, friends. Hugs to all.
Your faithfulness to me this week - it has been a balm of sorts.
The text messages, the emails, the comments.....
your willingness to pray - it has all carried me over the last few days.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Confusion is still whirling and questions are still being grappled - but I have had moments of hopeful peace.
Even as I published Tuesday's post - I felt a calm and an 'okayness'....almost like a pat on the head from Him.
More, Lord.
I came across a passage in Richard J. Foster's Streams of Living Water that really pressed in on this issue of hollowness and doubt:
"Often times emptiness is a darkness as well. We experience Deus Absconditus, the God who is hidden from us. Dryness too - a Sahara of the heart. Throughout these experiences solitude is our welcome companion, for we are learning to be alone with the Alone. Please understand, this emptiness, this darkness, this dryness is itself prayer. It is a heavenly communion of an ascetic sort. While delight is a feasting, emptiness is a fasting, and both are needed for the growth of the soul."(pg.50)
How fitting that this would happen to be a part of my daily reading for this week. And that line....a Sahara of the heart. Yes, Foster. That's exactly what it feels like. Precisely. To find words that match my feelings....it was a gift to me.
And then...I again...stumbled across a quote that ringed in truth:
"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you." - St. Augustine
Yes. Yes, it's true. And for Foster and Augustine to have penned out these thoughts - it must mean that they themselves or someone in close vicinity...had dealt with feeling distant.
And sometimes - we just need to know that we aren't the only ones.
I hope...oh ever do I hope....that if nothing else....opening up on this little spot and hanging everything out here and allowing some vulnerability to seep through - that it has encouraged another flailing sojourner.
I'm grateful for the kind souls that wonder around this little space. I cherish you.
And I look forward to sprawling out for you all the ways He comes!
May love and revelation be yours....ours.....this weekend, friends. Hugs to all.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Right Now
Those dry bones from Ezekiel - that's what comes to mind.
Oh friends, weaving words calls for transparency. I cannot hop on the blog and pretend here. I cannot plaster on a fake grin and tap out sweet pretties - when my soul is right dry.
So today - I offer out some vulnerability. And that's about it. No problem solving. No epiphanies. No new testimonies.
Because a woman - digging her way out of doubt and pushing her way through the smog that cynicism brings - she is weighted down at the moment. Needing only to sit at His feet.
As you well know.....seasons of doubt and questioning have plagued my walk for decades. But this one - it comes so unexpected like....and so heavy. It has a different feel to it - an added cloak.
This time...it isn't doubt all by itself.....cynicism is along for the ride this time, too.
How lovely.
And all this - after a women's conference, after diving into a new season of intercessory prayer, after finally finding Christian fellowship in this big city, after trying to memorize scriptures since the first of the year, after resolving to minister to these wee ones in my home wholeheartedly, after reading daily in the Word about the Word, after listening to sermons all year, after an in depth-study of 1 and 2 Thessalonians, after committing to worship authentically - after all this....
A knock racks at the door.
Doubt......and Cynicism. Hello, it's been a while.
And I try with all my measly might to slam the door shut to them both.....still trying....still trying.
Think flailing fish.
Think flailing fish on a boat just needing to writhe it's way back to water.
That's how I feel.
How is it all playing out, you ask? How does the doubt and cynicism run a muck here?
This time....
I'm questioning the whole of church culture. I'm questioning the stories of those once trusted. I'm sensing manipulation in worship services all over America. I'm beginning to wonder if experiences I've had with the Lord were mere hype....rather than the Holy Spirit. I'm seeing tithe money spent on entertainment in the name of excellence - and I don't know where we should draw the line. I see respected preachers I've gleaned from - calling out other respected preachers I've gleaned from - and it's confusing. I don't know what to do with Christian bookstores that sale scripture littered trinkets for profit and worship services that blow in mist with a fog machine. Could it all be a farce?
And then I look at me - being a apart of all that - and condoning it and buying into it - and relishing in it. And I look at myself and I still see such a lack of compassion....and such strongholds in anger and bitterness and unforgiveness. How are they still there? And I'm all interested in putting an end to human trafficking and such now - right at the time that it has become cool to care.... and I can't help but wonder....is my faith fake? Is my passion fabricated? Is my walk a result of set-up situations and riding the wings of others and buying into what's selling in the Christian Living category right now?
These questions - these concerns....they aren't entirely wretched. Some of them need raised - but being consumed by them....being confronted with them as doubt settles in - it causes joy to cease.
And it thwarts all effectiveness.
And really, the only thing I know to do is this:
Settle into Him. Just Him. Because where else can I turn? I can shout it all out to the Lord and He.will.here.me. I'm believing for this. Faith in Him.....comes from Him. The ability to believe in God....comes from God. It's a gift He gives.
I can continue to press in to Him....even when I'm doubting Him.
When I choose to continue on in prayer, and fellowship, and learning, and serving, and growing, and worship - when I choose to forge ahead in those things...even when I'm questioning His existence and even when I'm questioning His church.....that's when I step on the snake's head. And I'm thinking that that's when the door will slam in the dark faces of doubt and cynical thinking, too.
Snakes stepped on and doors slammed - Christ is able. He speaks truth. I must hold to that.
Yes?
So I ask you...please....pray for me. Pray that He settles my heart and quiets my Spirit and that He shows me what to accept in today's Christian world and that He shows me what to shun. Pray that we all truly.experience.Him. Pray that we fall in love with Christ and not a show. Pray that we...you and I...will be authentic, real, genuine, true - as we journey out our days here.
Trusting that my next post...due Friday...will be filled with fresh revelations from Him.
Come, Lord. Come.
Until then....the lyrics of the song posted below - they are my prayer.
Oh friends, weaving words calls for transparency. I cannot hop on the blog and pretend here. I cannot plaster on a fake grin and tap out sweet pretties - when my soul is right dry.
So today - I offer out some vulnerability. And that's about it. No problem solving. No epiphanies. No new testimonies.
Because a woman - digging her way out of doubt and pushing her way through the smog that cynicism brings - she is weighted down at the moment. Needing only to sit at His feet.
As you well know.....seasons of doubt and questioning have plagued my walk for decades. But this one - it comes so unexpected like....and so heavy. It has a different feel to it - an added cloak.
This time...it isn't doubt all by itself.....cynicism is along for the ride this time, too.
How lovely.
And all this - after a women's conference, after diving into a new season of intercessory prayer, after finally finding Christian fellowship in this big city, after trying to memorize scriptures since the first of the year, after resolving to minister to these wee ones in my home wholeheartedly, after reading daily in the Word about the Word, after listening to sermons all year, after an in depth-study of 1 and 2 Thessalonians, after committing to worship authentically - after all this....
A knock racks at the door.
Doubt......and Cynicism. Hello, it's been a while.
And I try with all my measly might to slam the door shut to them both.....still trying....still trying.
Think flailing fish.
Think flailing fish on a boat just needing to writhe it's way back to water.
That's how I feel.
How is it all playing out, you ask? How does the doubt and cynicism run a muck here?
This time....
I'm questioning the whole of church culture. I'm questioning the stories of those once trusted. I'm sensing manipulation in worship services all over America. I'm beginning to wonder if experiences I've had with the Lord were mere hype....rather than the Holy Spirit. I'm seeing tithe money spent on entertainment in the name of excellence - and I don't know where we should draw the line. I see respected preachers I've gleaned from - calling out other respected preachers I've gleaned from - and it's confusing. I don't know what to do with Christian bookstores that sale scripture littered trinkets for profit and worship services that blow in mist with a fog machine. Could it all be a farce?
And then I look at me - being a apart of all that - and condoning it and buying into it - and relishing in it. And I look at myself and I still see such a lack of compassion....and such strongholds in anger and bitterness and unforgiveness. How are they still there? And I'm all interested in putting an end to human trafficking and such now - right at the time that it has become cool to care.... and I can't help but wonder....is my faith fake? Is my passion fabricated? Is my walk a result of set-up situations and riding the wings of others and buying into what's selling in the Christian Living category right now?
These questions - these concerns....they aren't entirely wretched. Some of them need raised - but being consumed by them....being confronted with them as doubt settles in - it causes joy to cease.
And it thwarts all effectiveness.
And really, the only thing I know to do is this:
Settle into Him. Just Him. Because where else can I turn? I can shout it all out to the Lord and He.will.here.me. I'm believing for this. Faith in Him.....comes from Him. The ability to believe in God....comes from God. It's a gift He gives.
I can continue to press in to Him....even when I'm doubting Him.
When I choose to continue on in prayer, and fellowship, and learning, and serving, and growing, and worship - when I choose to forge ahead in those things...even when I'm questioning His existence and even when I'm questioning His church.....that's when I step on the snake's head. And I'm thinking that that's when the door will slam in the dark faces of doubt and cynical thinking, too.
Snakes stepped on and doors slammed - Christ is able. He speaks truth. I must hold to that.
Yes?
So I ask you...please....pray for me. Pray that He settles my heart and quiets my Spirit and that He shows me what to accept in today's Christian world and that He shows me what to shun. Pray that we all truly.experience.Him. Pray that we fall in love with Christ and not a show. Pray that we...you and I...will be authentic, real, genuine, true - as we journey out our days here.
Trusting that my next post...due Friday...will be filled with fresh revelations from Him.
Come, Lord. Come.
Until then....the lyrics of the song posted below - they are my prayer.
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