Because Our Roots Are Established in the Dark Secret Places

She stood on that stage almost a week ago in her red speaking boots. And with her soft soothing voice she told it to us brave:

Do not disdain the secret living…

The moments in life no one sees.

The way you sacrifice and serve and die to your self in the mundane moments.

Crucified and Cruciform. Every. Single. Day.

Giving up your own desires to meet the needs of others–the ones God has given to you.

And even now, almost a week later, I hang on her words and the words in Matthew 6, as I continue to meditate and memorize this way of living.

Because there really are secret places where we live–places in our hearts and in our minds. Places no one knows and sometimes we don’t want seen.

But it is in those dark secret places we declare who we are. It’s in the everyday decisions of those fertile dark places, where we dive down further, and deeper–plunging our roots down, down, down.

Down in humility to find the living water.

Down in self-sacrifice to drink until it satisfies.

It’s in the dark secret places our roots are established … where they live and where they thrive. It’s in the deep where no one sees, and no one knows, but Him.

What we are in the light is determined by who we are in the dark. Our fruit is merely the product of our roots.
                                  ~Shannon Ethridge, The Fantasy Fallacy

And it’s a truth that is sinking into the deepest parts of me…

The parts of us that are seen in the light are always a reflection of how we live in the dark–our roots always declaring who we really, truly are.

May our roots grow deep and strong in the dark secret places, is my prayer.

Jacque

 

Aaaaand…the kids joined me today!

We wrote for ten minutes instead of five.

And they, too, LOVE Five Minute Friday!! Here’s a highlight of their masterpieces…

What is your biggest struggle in living a good life in secret?

What helps you keep your roots growing down?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Roots…




I Want to Look Beyond the Now of Who You Are

I want to see.

I want to learn how to look past the surface and see the deep places where others really live. Because I know where I really live. I know my struggles and the pain of my moments. And when I’m deeply honest, this life is hard.

Hard because transparency is risky and sometimes dangerous.

Hard because I want to belong and fit in.

Hard because who doesn’t want to be admired and respected?

We all do.

Everyone fears rejection.

But the more I risk and the more I’m real, the more I’m seen for who I really am.

And once I finally find the deepest parts of me, it’s only then I’m able to look and see the deepest parts of you. Because I’m no longer blinded by my “stuff” cluttering the way. With the garbage thrown down, my view of you becomes clearer than it ever was before.

I want to look at you and see who He created you to be.

I want to see beyond your imperfections to the motives of your heart. Because that’s what God does for me. I want to understand your apprehension, and relate to your insecurity . And I want to join you and link arms, and walk out of that prison hand in hand.

Because I know. I struggle too.

So I resolve today, as I prepare to come and meet you in that Pennsylvania place, to lay down pretense and set aside judgement. No matter what. I promise I’ll look and strive to see you as He does. A view I can’t see if I’m focused on me.

I’ll look beyond the now of who you are, to amazingness of who you can be…a remarkable person with limitless potential. A person created with value and worth and good works to do.

I promise to look. I promise to see.

Where you are, and where you will be.

And I can’t wait to meet you there.

Jacque

 

Will you be at Allume

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Look…




For When You Wonder if You Really Can Finish the Race

When I first took the risk and signed up for a half-marathon, I most certainly had a twinge of doubt, wondering if I really could do it–if I could run the entire race and actually finish.

As I trained the doubt didn’t subside either.

Now. I’m a “check it off the list” kind of girl. You give me a box to check next to an item to do, and that’s all the motivation I need to do it, just so I can check off that box.

But training for this race required so much more from me than checking off my boxes by completing my weekly runs. And not that I didn’t know I’d be running far, but friends, it was really far. Nothing compared to a full marathon, I know, but for me, this was big!

And THE day finally came. We rose as the sun came up that Sunday morning, ready to race, my sister and me. We merged ourselves into the sea of over 20,000 people waiting to begin, and we were finally off and running after 25 minutes of patience.

Now, I had trained for this race. And I also had gotten used to some details that made my long runs more tolerable … primarily music to listen to and ice water to drink. I also did a lot of training early in the morning, since the summer here had been so hot. And this early morning training meant darkness and early morning shade.

So I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me that there was no darkness or shade running along the beach at 9am. But let me just say, running into the sun was not a part of my training. Strongly dislike!

It also shouldn’t have been a surprise that there would be no ice water refills along the 13 mile route. But at mile 7, when I had been used to that ice water refill from the mini-mart, it wasn’t pretty. And combine that with the fact that I was running into the blazing sun … let’s just say … no bueno.

And just as you’re feeling sorry for me. It gets better. Just ask my sister who ran next to me the whole time. A while back, I intended to make a run-mix for my iPod that I could listen to during my race, but I never actually got around to it. That’s because I had used Pandora while I trained, which for the most part worked beautifully, and saved me time too.

That is, until I tried to turn it on by the beach. Who knew there’s no Pandora signal by the beautiful beach? Who would have thought that Pandora would endlessly buffer for 9 out of the 13 miles I ran? Right? Ugh! And yes, it’s true. While my sister ran right along with her cutesy little arm-band iPod playing right into her ear, I ran 9 out of all 13 miles without any music at all. Just me and the air and the sound of my feet, running into the sun, without ice water.

But thanks to my sister, who by the way is AMAZING, I did it. Through my mishaps and all, I finished. And wow was it hard. It stretched me more than I thought I’d ever be stretched. But I made it, adversity and all.

And you know what?

Whatever’s got you doubting in yourself today…

Whatever you might be risking…

Whatever is stretching you beyond what you think you can take…

Know this…

You can do more, handle more, and accomplish more than you ever thought possible.

With diligence and persistence…

With just doing the next thing…

By just checking off the next box…

You will make it.

You will finish your race too,

And the sense of accomplishment you experience, will be worth it in the end.

Trust me friend, it really will!

Jacque

 

Have you ever wondered if you really could finish your “race”?

What’s stretching you these days?

 

*Linking with The Better Mom



To Welcome Suffering is to Say Yes to God

If there’s one thing I’m learning lately, it’s that suffering is inevitable in this life. That no matter who we are, no matter what we have, and no matter where we live, we will have hard things to face.

And yet it’s such a challenge to welcome the suffering–to embrace adversity…

To look forward to it with a true attitude of joy,

To embrace it as an opportunity to grow our character, refine our rough edges, and re-make our hearts to love deeper, reach farther, and think beyond our current circumstances.

To welcome suffering, is really to say yes to God.

To say yes to what He gives, as hard as it may be…

Yes to the job loss

Yes to the chronic illness

Yes to the broken relationships

And the messiness of this life

Because isn’t it our perspective that’s the problem?

Our limited perspective, that makes us see the hardship of our circumstances instead of the greatness of the work He is longing to accomplish in us?

Isn’t it the obstacle of our own selves that’s the problem, not what He gives?

Our selfish, narrow-minded ways,

Our finite perspective of how WE think things should go,

Our limited view that keep us from seeing the good that could lie beyond what our eyes see today.

I’m learning that joy transcends my circumstances, and that joy is rooted in my thanks and trust.

Do I really believe He is good, all the time?

Do I really trust that He has this under control and knows exactly what He is doing?

Do I believe he not only CAN but WILL—that He IS working it all for my good, in His time and in His way?

May we welcome ALL He gives.

And in the midst of whatever that is, may we lift our eyes and look to Him—look forward to His help, and welcome whatever it is He is longing to accomplish in us.

 

 How have you wrestled with the problem of suffering?

What have you learned along the way?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Welcome…

 

Linking to Rachel Wojnarowski



(In)couraged to Hope :: Unglued {Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions}

(In)Courage is a captivating online community, and their leaders have been praying for new ways to help the women within the (in)courage community connect more deeply with one another. And I can’t be more thrilled to be helping out!

My friend Tracie and I are joining the (in)courage community as (in)couragers over the next 8 weeks, and we can’t wait to (in)courage you!

We’ve chosen to study New York Times best-selling author, Lysa TerKeurst’s new book, Unglued – Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions.

Here’s a quick introduction of Lysa’s study, and a little about what you can expect:

We’d love for you join us each week! And you can participate and connect at whatever level you have time for.

Join us each week for a summary post

Join our private Facebook community, (in)couraged to hope

And/or purchase Unglued and the Unglued Participant’s Guide

We’ll be taking turns posting each week, working from both the book and participant’s guide. Also we’ll be sharing and growing together in our private Facebook community, or connecting on Twitter and Instagram (@tmstier or @jacque_watkins) with the hashtag #incouragehope.

Here’s what you can expect:

October 2 – Introduction :: Tracie

October 9 – Grace for the Unglued {chapters 1 & 2} :: Jacque

October 16 – Freedom for the Unglued {chapters 3 & 4} :: Tracie

October 23 – Four Kinds of Unglued {chapters 5 & 6} :: Jacque

October 30 – A Procedure Manual for the Unglued {chapters 7 & 8} :: Tracie

November 6 – Lingering Words for the Unglued {chapters 9 & 10} :: Jacque

November 13 – Imperfect Progress for the Unglued {chapters 11 & 12} :: Tracie

November 27 – Concluding Thoughts :: Jacque

Now hop on over to Tracie’s blog for even more details AND to enter our super fantastic giveaway!

We can’t wait to (in)courage you!!

 Jacque

Do you have a hard time handling your raw emotions?

 

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For When You Need To Grasp His Love

There are still times when it is hard for me to grasp how very wide and long and high and deep is God’s unconditional love for me.

To grasp no matter what I do, He could never love me more,

And no matter what I fail to do, He could never love me less.

He loves me … He. Loves. Me.

And He loves you too … No. Matter. What.

No matter what you’re facing,

No matter what you’ve done.

He is waiting with open arms to pull you in close and whisper how amazing He thinks you are!

He made you just like He wanted,

NO accidents…

No mistakes…

Exactly you, is who He had in mind.

And He already knew how your life would go. Nothing is a surprise to Him.

He wants you, just as you are.

So today, if tragedy is keeping you from Him, rest in the truth that He loves you even now.

He knows and He cares.

He sees it all and He has a plan to work it all for good.

Will you believe?

Will you trust in His steadfast and unmoving love for you?

And if today you’re wracked with guilt for what you’ve done, He sees you in that deep pit. And He specializes in reaching way in and pulling you out.

His arm is long to save you,

to rescue you from even yourself.

Nothing would delight His heart more that freeing you from the pit of your shame and despair.

To rescue you from your pain and guilt.

He already paid for it.

The pardon is yours.

Today will you reach up, open your hand, and surrender your control? Will you grasp His hand and let Him set you free?

He is ready and willing and able…

 Jacque

 

What is the biggest obstacle that keeps you from receiving God’s love?

How has your life changed since you let His love in?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Grasp…




When Our Heart Aches, He Meets Us Even There

I cry the ugly cry and can hardly type through the blur. My heart is aching and I know the ache is nothing compared with what some others may be facing. But my tears only know my ache, the reality of my situation, and there’s nothing more real than my very own heart.

I’m alone, yet I know God is here.

I’ve heard people say that Jesus is all we need, and while ideally this is true, He doesn’t have skin on, and He created us for each other too. And how I long for the embrace of real people to hold my heart and reassure me that everything’s going to be okay.

Maybe you’ve had these moments too … late night moments when you’re all alone and the weight of reality settles in like a heavy cloud. Where you’re overwhelmed and not sure what to do next. When you long for a friend to talk to.

Me too, friend, me too.

How is it we can know so many people, yet still feel so alone?

How is it possible to be lonely amidst so many acquaintances?

I watched the women talk on Sunday, so animated and engaged. They chatted and laughed and were full of joy. I stared and wished I had that too. But the reality is, I don’t.

I walk the church campus and hear lots of greetings. People say hi and even ask how I’m doing, but there’s no time to stop and share. Only time to say something to fill the moment–a way of making passing conversation. They asked, but I’m not sure they really wanted to know.

Acquaintances.

I’ve grown weary of acquaintances.

People I’ve known in one capacity or another, sometimes closely, sometimes at a distance.

People who say they appreciate me and love me, but all of us with lives too busy to offer face to face time with one another.

Too wrapped up in our own schedules to offer any I’m-coming-over-to-sit-with-you-on-your-couch-to-just-talk time.

It hurts.

And I’m thinking I’m not alone.

And while it’s true God created us for fellowship with one another, it’s also true that others can’t meet all our needs. We’re designed with an empty place in our hearts only He can fill. And times alone, without others as a distraction, bring us to the end of ourselves and make us fully dependent on Him.

And as we turn to Him, He meets us in that place.

I reflect and remember words I’ve written before…

Feelings are not the dictators of my reality.

The sacrifice of giving thanks brings joy.

The sacrifice of praise lifts the spirit of heaviness.

And is it possible He’s giving me this season to lean into Him … to turn to Him, in a new and passionate way?

So I run to His Word to replace my feelings with His truth.

I make my list of thanks—because everything is from Him. And everything is a gift.

And I put on Pandora and worship and praise Him. Because no matter what my heart feels, He is worthy of my praise. I sing. All alone, I sing. Even if all that I can sing is a broken hallelujah.

Because no matter what we’re feeling, no matter what we’re facing, he is in total control and He is good.

He sees.

He knows.

And He meets us even there.

In these low places and in these desperate moments.

And He is enough.

Jacque

 

Have you ached for relationship too?

How has God met you, even in those moments?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1621-1635} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with September’s printable.

#1621 Air conditioning on hot muggy days

#1622 A house cleaned by my husband and kids

#1623 Women of Faith in Anaheim

#1624 Help to live my God-sized dream

#1625 Job loss and joy in suffering

#1626 Extra shifts to help meet the budget

#1627 Time with my parents

#1628 A 12 mile-run with my sister

#1629 A day at the fair with the kids

#1630 Leading hymns and singing old songs

#1631 Chicken pot pie, connection, and prayer

#1632 Lunch with an almost-grown son

#1633 Kids swimming every day

#1634 The growing joy of processing life through writing

#1635 How He loves me and meets me even there

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom



Dear Me … A Letter to My High School Self { Graceful }

Today I’m joining Emily P. Freeman and others to celebrate the release of her new book, Graceful, by writing a letter to my high school self. Her first book, Grace for the Good Girl was so rich and full of truth for women, and this book, Graceful, is just what a teenage girl needs.

Dear me,

I hope this letter finds you relaxing just a bit, because I know how very busy you are. Between playing three sports, singing in the choir, performing the lead in Guys & Dolls, and being active in the youth group, whew! It’s hard to keep up with you!

Your Worth

I know your honors AP classes are demanding and your perfect-attendance-straight-A self is working tirelessly to do it all, but oh how I wish you could learn, sooner rather than later, that your worth and value is not dependent upon your performance.

You will be free one day, but it will take major failure and lengthy counseling for you release yourself from this prison. And when you finally choose to walk out from behind its bars, you will find heart-relief.

You’ll finally understand that your worth and value are not dependent on what you do, but a matter of whose you are.

Oh how I wish I could save you from the weariness of the trying.

Loving Others

Now. I know you love people and you crave connection. And this fact about you will never change. And because you love deeply and care passionately, you should know now, that this will lead to pain sometimes. But please don’t change. Don’t be afraid to love others. Don’t pull back from connecting just because it’s a risk … because there will always be risk.

When you love, your heart will be vulnerable and in danger of injury. And that’s why it’s so important to carefully evaluate who you allow to have access to your heart. Pay close attention and choose wisely. And then … don’t hold back. This passion is a beautiful quality. It will make you a loyal friend, a connected wife, and a nurturing mother.

There’s no doubt that from time to time you will feel the sting of the risk, but keep trying, because you’ll never be loved like you long to be you if don’t take the risk.

Fitting In

Rejection kills you and you are uneasy when others are not “okay” with you. You want them to like you and include you. But please. Don’t spend one more second worrying that you aren’t in the “in” crowd. You are following hard after Jesus and longing to please Him with your whole heart, and this doesn’t make for “popular” material.

Hang in there. There will come a day over 25 years from now, even after failure and disappointment, when you will be admired for your character and looked to as a mentor. It won’t be easy, but it will come.

In fact, in 20 years, at your high school reunion, so many of the people whom you crave attention from now, will thank you for planning such a meaningful reunion. And you know what else? They’ll tell you how much they appreciated and admired you way back then. Really, they will, watch and see!

So now, even though it seems they have it all together, believe it or not they are just like you–wondering how they fit in and desperate to belong–vying for position and rank. Even the ones who are “in” don’t feel like they’re “in”.

And unfortunately, I hate to break it to you, but this fact won’t change.

Trust me.

Even when you’re my age you’ll struggle with wanting to fit in and belong. So learn NOW to give grace. Shine Jesus. Reach out anyway. And who knows? Maybe some will find Him one day because of your highschool influence in their lives…

Boys

Now. About the boys. I’m sorry you have crushes on them and they don’t like you back. I know it’s painful and I see how you cry. I know you wonder if there’s something wrong with you–if you’re pretty enough or smart enough.

But please, PLEASE trust me when I tell you it’s not because there’s anything wrong with you. It’s just that you’re a bit mature for your age. You’re serious and passionate, driven and determined. You know what you want and aren’t afraid to pursue it, and that just isn’t what the average teenage boy is looking for.

In fact chances are they respect you very much and are a bit intimidated by you. So even though you feel rejected, please believe me when I tell you that you’re smart and beautiful and kind, and these qualities will be magnetizing to an awesome guy someday. Trust me. It will be worth the wait.

Having Fun

On another note, I know you’re a detail-driven girl. Trust me I know you. But do me a favor? Don’t fret too much about the career you’ll need or try to plan everything out to the tee. Obsessing about details and micromanaging everything will just frustrate you in the end. And people hate that anyway.

Just relax.

Try to play more and lighten up.

Dance in the rain.

Learn to laugh.

I know this will be hard for you, because it’s still hard for me, but if you can do it, you’ll find life more satisfying and relationships easier.

Loving Your Family

Now I know you may not be ready to hear this when you’re still so focused on yourself, thinking you’re miss independent and all, but please spend more time with mom and dad. They love you and would do anything for you.

STOP! Before you interrupt … I’m putting my hand out in your face and asking you to hear me out, because I’ve lived a little longer than you, and I can see around the bend.

And I get that maybe you won’t understand this part at all until you hold your first baby 10 years from now. But. You must know … They adore you. They REALLY do. And even if they’re annoying or embarrassing, they only want what’s best for you.

So, it’s just the little things … Say yes whenever mom wants to take you shopping or buy something for you. And hug dad’s neck anytime you can, because he never got to hear much of that growing up, and there’s a lot of catching up for his heart to do.

Never mind that he’s strong and opinionated, and doesn’t seem to need it. Inside he wants to be valued and appreciated just like anyone does. And it will mean so much coming from you. He wants to feel like he’s done a good job and that he matters, and your hugs and I-love-you’s will be salve to his heart.

And please, don’t forget to spend more time with your younger sister. I know it seems like you’re far apart in age and don’t have much in common, but she craves your approval. And she’s going to need you. There are things she’ll face and she’ll need your listening-not-judging ear. It’s not easy being related to you, and your perfectionistic self.

There will come a day you when you wish you would have been there for her more, and I just wish you didn’t have to regret your lack of effort in connecting with her. It’s never too late … don’t give up trying. She needs you and you need her too.

When You Fail

Oh, and one more thing. The most important of all … I wish I could save you from the character development you’re destined for, but I can’t.

And I hesitate to tell you how major tragedy and personal failure will rip your perfect-pollyanna life apart, but I’ll just say it this way:

Embrace your failure.

Lean into it.

Learn from it.

Because no one would be able to maintain the perfect-performance-life you’ll be trying to attain. It is bound to catch up with you. And you are bound to fail. And you will.

But know now, that God will take this miseryHe’ll take your ashes from the fire you set, and He’ll turn them into beauty.

I wish it could be possible to save you from the pain you’ll walk through in the fire though.

But this is the only way you’ll be changed.

It’s the only way your idealistic-judgemental-perfectionistic self will be transformed.

And it is only through this, that you’ll find true intimacy with your God.

You’ll be found by His mercy and transformed by His grace and you will never be the same.

So in the midst of your failure, surrender to the work He wants to do in you. Don’t focus on your mistakes, but on the future hope you have because of Him. Release your guilt and shame and trust in God’s redemptive plan for your life. He’s in this business. He’s got it and you will make it.

Trust me I know … and you’ll love the beauty, for you, that He has in store!

Never stop trusting and believing…

Jacque

 

 If you could say anything to your teenage self, what would it be?

 

 

Emily is inviting all of us—any who want to participate—to write a letter to our teenage selves.  If you feel so led, publish it on your blog and link it over at Chatting at The Sky. It should make for some fabulous weekend reading. If you’d like to join, find out more here.

 




How to Be Still and Trust, Even In the Pain

He is still and he trusts me and looks up at me like I’m the love of his life. And how can I resist that smile? With those steel-blue eyes and small gap between his teeth. And I’ve been falling for him since my eyes first met him that January morning over six full years ago.

He’s calm and sweet and full of passion—an artistic-instead-of-athletic type guy and he hugs me and says he’s never getting married. With excitement I hug him even tighter and whisper how I love him the most of all, with my lips close in and almost touching his ear. And I’m smitten and swell with living in the now of this moment.

And isn’t God smitten with me in the now of the moment and every moment?

And doesn’t He swell with a love for me that never ends?

He walks in the oral surgeon’s office with a bold determination. The frenulum has to be released so the front two teeth can grow in close, without a permanent gap.

And it’s going to hurt.

He knows.

But it’s best, because there’s a bigger purpose for it all.

And could it be that sometimes pain really is the only way through to what’s best for us?

Pain. Of all things?

Hurting and anguishing and struggling through?

We sit together and wait. And we wait some more.

And sometimes we don’t know the pain is coming … but sometimes we do. And isn’t it such a challenge when we do?

But isn’t He with us even as we wait … with us while we wait for Him to lead us right straight through?

He watches tv and I can tell there’s no anxiety anywhere to be found. He trusts me. He remembers my explanation of what’s going to happen. He follows my directions because he’s convinced I know best. And we gaze at one another and just stare with that I’m-in-love-with-you look and we don’t need any words at all.

And sometimes isn’t trust best displayed by being still … being still and knowing He is God?

Remembering His promises. Gazing with eyes fixed on Him, focused and ready to follow?

He stands with confidence as they take the x-rays and chats with the nurse while we wait for the surgeon. Because he’s captivating like that—a natural charmer, sure to win the heart of any sweet girl when he’s grown. And I’m the first … the first heart he’s won, and the moments of his gaze engulf me with emotions only a mama can know.

And isn’t it true how God has a depth of love for me that only He knows?

An unfathomable love that compelled Him to create me in His image and send His son to bridge the gap between us?

A captivating love that engulfs me, and encircles me, and never ever ends?

I wait as the procedure is done, and it’s not too long before they call me back. His gauze-filled mouth smiles when I enter. And the nurse brags how he’s the best patient they’ve ever had, making his eyes glimmer even more.

We wheel out to the car. And he asks what will happen next, and what the medicine is for.

And as I explain each thing, we slowly drive away, him nodding in understanding and willing compliance all the way home. Still and trusting. Unsure of what’s ahead, but completely sure of who’s driving him home.

May I be still too, and trust where He takes me.

Trust that even pain may be the best thing for my good,

And may I remember and know how He’s the one driving me all the way home.

 

 

What is your biggest challenge in trusting God?

What painful experience have  you had that makes it harder to be still and trust Him?

 

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1606-1620} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with September’s printable.

#1606 Deep & significant talks with a growing-almost-adult son

#1607 The beginning of another chronological trip in the Word

#1608 A gift given with a God-prepared heart who received it…only He could have orchestrated that!

#1609 6-month dental check-ups completed for us all

#1610 The beginning of a new co-op year

#1611 A run with a friend

#1612 Ice cold water at the end of the 10th mile

#1613 Air conditioning

#1614 Kids cleaning the kitchen on their own

#1615 Date night with food, laughter, and reconnection

#1616 Soft sheets and comfy pajamas and fans at night

#1617 She Speaks CD’s full of wisdom

#1618 Summer lightening and thunder

#1619 Dinner made for me and brought to me

#1620 This love affair I have with Him that never ends

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom



Grace FULL and Overflowing

Full. Satisfied. Filled to the top with favor and overflowing.

A gift that’s unearned. Underserved. And just plain surprising.

And He says it’s sufficient–that it’s enough.

No more looking around and longing to be satisfied.

No more longing for significance or worth or wishing to belong.

No more coveting what’s not ours and hanging our heart in sadness.

It’s enough, this gift.

The question is, will we take it?

He’s holding it out to us and it’s free … it’s free AND it satisfies.

And we think we’ve accepted it, but still insist on our own way. Determined to pave our path and force our view. Sure we’re smart enough to pull it all off, and ignorant enough to try.

That was me at the pinnacle of my foolishness. And what followed was needless pain. Suffering over choices that didn’t have to be, but were, because I rejected the gift.

I thought I took it. I thought I knew all about it. I’d shared it with so many others, telling them how it’s free and how it’s theirs and how it’s enough.

But the thing is, until I needed it, until I was desperate for it, I didn’t understand how to take it in. Not fully. Not way down in the deepest crevices of my pain.

But when I did, it kept pouring in … this grace that filled every broken place in me, until I was full to overflowing.

Grace. FULL.

That’s what He did for me.

And it’s what He’ll do for you, too.

 

 

 

2 Corinthians 12:9 (ESV)
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

 

Have you fully accepted the grace of our God?

Are you full to overflowing?

 

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes and just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. The challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Graceful…

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