When You Doubt God is Here {Letters from God}

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I am here. And I see.

I see the discouragement that seeps in through the cracks of your doubt. The times you question whether you’re able to be used by Me at all.

I see how your tired head bends in the dark and longs for more hours in each day. How you stay up in the wee hours, calming your heart with the music I’ve inspired him to play, and tapping out one letter after another to tell of my love for the broken.

I know the desperation that lingers in your not-enough hours, and I hear the cry of your heart as you ask me for wisdom beyond your own self.

You’re yearnings are close and they echo in my presence. I hear every whisper, every thought, and every cry. You are not alone.

I am here. And I see.

I see the motive of your heart. How you long to comfort the broken and see Me redeem it all in time. I see your desire, your dream for them to come, to read your words and talk with you there, in that online space you designed for my glory.

And I send them…

The ones who need to hear my love through your words.

The ones whose hearts are ready to be found by My mercy and transformed by My grace.

I am here. And I see.

I see the way your heart is prone to feel so small … the way you fall for comparison over and over again … wishing you belonged, were included, were wanted just as you are.

Don’t you know I’ve chosen you?

Don’t you realize you have been called by Me?

Before the beginning of time, I knew every choice you would make, every decision you would come to, and my Sovereignty has ordained it all. There is nothing that is a surprise to me. Before you were conceived I knew, and my plan is unfolding through your life even now, just as I determined it to be.

Rest in the work I am doing in you.

Be patient in the revealing of it all.

Be faithful in the small ways, in each minute I give.

Because all things are gifts from My heart to yours.

You are mine.

I am speaking to you and you are hearing me … as you read the love letter I left for you, as you meditate and hide my words in your heart each and every day. I am speaking to you in the world around you and through those who are also faithful to me.

I see how you wonder if it’s me and it is.

I am here. And I see.

And the love I have for you surpasses your understanding, is beyond anything you can imagine, and is a gift you can never ever lose.

You are mine.

You are loved.

And I. am. here.

 

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
    
I awake, and I am still with you.
Psalm 139:17-18 (ESV)

 

What is your biggest challenge in knowing God sees?

In what circumstance have you felt God most near?

 

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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 20 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing, with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Here…

 

**Photo Credit: Khanh Hmoong, Flickr Creative Commons



Green Pastures and Still Water

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I see the word Lisa-Jo posts last night, as I park the car in the driveway–finally home from a long day at work. The word is afraid.

And I love this five-minute-Friday community…a group of women who write from their heart and link-up their words every Friday, with posts based on a one-word prompt given by Lisa-Jo. They’re beautifully encouraging and their thoughts always heart-lifting, and I look forward to joining them in a party of words.

I stand in the shower with the warm water pouring down and I ponder the word.

Afraid.

Hmmm, what am I afraid of? What has been the result of fear in my life? And I’m surprised at how much I can think of…so many thoughts, so little time to write.

It’s 11pm and I try to sit and write words, but my eyelids hang heavy and I end up falling asleep. I’m never very good at getting it done in five minutes. And when morning comes, I’m not sure there’s time to write today.

But as soon as we start school this morning I know I must.

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They stand in front of the white board and recite it with confidence—this most-famous Psalm of all.

And sometimes the significance of a familiar thing loses its impact because it’s become so familiar.

They begin…with what they think is just a regular Friday memory-work test, and are confused when I’m teary and emotional by the end.

The words. These words. They pierce me in an unexpected way.

For weeks this has been the assignment, and we’ve been practicing it, and now they’re simply standing and reciting the whole of what they’ve learned.

But the words.  No wonder they are a comfort to millions of people.

It’s perhaps the most famous passage of scripture, words I’ve known by heart for years, and yet today, they unlock a dam of gratitude in my heart, and the whitewater rushes out, flowing with a fury I’ve not known in a while.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want…

He is always watching me,

Protecting me,

Steering me from danger, even when I’m unaware He’s there.

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul…

He brings peace, calm stillness and cool breezes.

And to my broken, sinful heart?

He is making it new, moment by moment,

Restoring it, making me whole, conforming my heart to His.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me…

You are with me.

Ahhh. He. Is with ME.

Why is it so hard to remember this?

In every moment…

No matter what I’m facing,

No matter how bad my circumstance,

No matter the job loss, the relationship glitch, or the loneliness that comes and goes,

He is with me, even there. And He comforts me.

But my heart is prone to worry, with a tendency to be afraid … trying to control the circumstances myself and the outcome too.

Sound familiar? Yes. I thought it would.

And so, sweet friend, I’m praying for us all,

That we may rest in knowing He is there.

That we may not be afraid,

That we may be still and know He is watching, leading,

Restoring, and comforting us through it all.

Because He is our shepherd.

May we stay close to Him, listen closely to His voice, and walk with Him by the still water … unafraid and aware of His presence through it all.

How is your heart prone to worry?

What makes you feel most afraid?

 

5-minute-friday-1I’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:

Afraid…

 

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Because He Really Does Satisfy with Long Life

There’s always one someone to begin the journey … to pave the way for those who follow. 

And what a privilege to return home in the late of summer to celebrate her 90th birthday.

Her life has not been perfect; in fact it has been full of suffering…

An alcoholic father, an interrupted education, marrying young, and having lots of babies…

No running water, almost no money, baking from scratch, curing wild game, miscarriages and the loss of babies…

Grieving the loss of parents, contracting polio in her left arm and never being able to raise it after that, and learning to write with her right hand all over again…

Dealing with difficult in-laws, rebellious children, and a foster daughter’s betrayal…

Years of working hard and enduring a challenging and unaffirming marriage…

The death of her spouse, the death of her dogs, the betrayal of close friends, and living alone…

Diabetes, shingles, gout, and medications, a torn rotator cuff, limited right arm mobility and the loss of a driver’s license…

So much to endure and so much to grieve…

But her heart met a Savior all those years ago, and changed her journey through it all … and changed her children too.

Every Sunday she took them to Sunday school. And in the only way she knew how, she instilled in them a love for God, a love for music, and a love of His people. She taught them to work hard, to never be lazy, to reap what you sow and to sow generously.

I remember many Christmases at her house, gifts piled a mile high. How she loved to cook and loved to teach us how too. No one could make pies or biscuits like her and I’m privileged enough to have some of her recipes … recipes scratched out in her own left-handed-turned-right-handed handwriting, indicating a pinch of this and a bit of that, in a way only she could explain in person.

I remember the gospel music she loved and how her little dog would always jump up on her lap with a yip-yap bark that made everyone crazy but her.

I remember how she used to drive with a jerky start-stop, decelerating at the last possible moment and braking with her left foot while keeping her right over the accelerator, ready to go again.

And now at age 90, we meet on a warm August evening to surprise her and celebrate–her children, grand-children, and great-grandchildren all gathering to eat, to talk, to swim and to sing.

Her long life is a gift and together we give thanks, for her and the legacy she began for each of us.

Psalm 91:14-16 (ESV)
Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.

What are you giving thanks for today?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1561-1575} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012…with August’s printable.

#1561 A job I love

#1562 Fluffy white clouds in the sky

#1563 The way he looks at me from across the room

#1564 Ministry opportunities to use my gifts

#1565 To read The Story as a church this school year

#1566 Hugs and kisses and tickles on the floor

#1567 Summer movies at the theatre

#1568 Chick-fil-A lunch with our co-op friends

#1569 Homeschool planning

#1570 A Pre-Kindergarten program full of fun

#1571 The San Joaquin valley in the summertime

#1572 A morning chat with my sweet aunt

#1573 A blonde lab and his friendly temperment

#1574 Running 8 miles with my sister

#1575 Time with family and friends

 

*Linking with Playdates and The Better Mom



For When You Come to a Fork in the Road {How to Pick Your Path}

In my life I’m on a journey with God, one path after another, with Him leading and me following. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m on the right path. And I often wish I could see what’s around the next couple bends. I dream of where the path is going.

I stand at a fork in the road and realize that this very decision could change everything. And it’s so true, because looking back, I know my life could be so drastically different had I chosen even one fork in the path differently.

I used to think I had to wait for God to shine the light directly onto the fork in the road at every turn, so I could know which one to choose.

Growing up I thought there was one perfect path for me. And if I didn’t obey enough, or listen long enough, or pray hard enough, I could miss it … which would cause my life to be less blessed than it otherwise could have been. I didn’t want to waste time on self-selected detours that just made me miss that segment of His perfect path for me.

But I’m coming to realize that this is where my faith comes in.

Because last I checked God doesn’t speak audibly to me. He doesn’t hold up a cue card and say, “Pick that one!” I’m learning that His leading is less about telling me exactly what to do and so much more about His provision of working the chosen path for my good. Because if God told me absolutely, without any doubt, which path to pick, and dictated the exact fork in the road to select, what would be the faith in that?

He wants me to have faith and make the best decision with what He’s given me.

He has given me His Word, but I must read it.

Psalm 119:105 (ESV)
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. 

 

He’s blessed me with God-fearing and wise counsel, but I must seek it.

Proverbs 3:13,17 (ESV)
Blessed is the one who finds wisdom, and the one who gets understanding … her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.

 

And he’s given me a mind that can reason and analyze and consider His ways. And I must choose to use it.

Proverbs 3:6 (ESV)
In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.

 

And as I am walking in the Spirit, pursuing holiness, and submitting to His authority, He wants me to just decide.

Within the parameters of His will, He wants me to pick the path.

No need to worry.

No room for anxiety.

No need to be paralyzed over the choice, or fear of choosing the wrong fork.

He is God and He will work His perfect plan in and through my choices, because He’s already known what they would be! And one thing is sure, He works it ALL for good.

I’m learning that in His Sovereignty, He has known before the beginning of time the forks I would choose. And He, in the richness of His mercy, has had a plan this whole time. He leads and guides the outcome of my journey to cultivate my paths with blessing and bring glory to His name. Every. Single. Time.

May you live in the freedom of the Spirit and know that as you follow Him with your whole heart, He WILL direct and bless your path.

 

 

 

Have you ever been paralyzed to pick a fork in the road?

How did you decide which path to take?

 

*Linking with Write it Girl, Denise in Bloom, Imparting Grace

I’m joining Lisa-Jo, over at her site today, to take five minutes (much more than five minutes today) 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, (epic fail today!) with the prompt she gives. And today, her prompt:

Path…




On Finding Life, Righteousness, and Honor

I long to have a full and rich life. To be known as a person of honor and one who does what is right, even when no one is looking. And God wants that for me too.

Proverbs 21:3, 21
To do righteousness and justice is more acceptable than sacrifice. Whoever pursues righteousness and kindness will find life, righteousness, and honor.

 

He wants my attitudes and actions to be patterned after His character. He wants me to have integrity in every situation and circumstance. And He is my helper as I pursue righteousness…

He gives graciousness, kindness and favor to me…none of which I deserve.

He accepts me and gives me special standing with Him.

He gives glory to me–a weightiness to my existence.

He guides and directs me,

He protects and shields me.

And He honors me with significance ,

Because He has made me His.

Psalm 84:11-12
For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor (gives grace and glory). No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly. O Lord of Hosts, blessed is the one who trusts in You!

 

He is my sun…

He lights my way.

He reveals Himself to me,

as I read His Word and seek Him.

He helps me hear His voice,

And helps me remember His desire is fo me.

And He is my shield…

He protects me,

And guides me,

And deflects what is not be best for me.

And sometimes I may confuse what I think is best, with what HE thinks is best. But His ways are higher than mine. And even in pain or suffering, or amidst adversity, I rest in His Sovereign way. And I know His promise is sure, in whatever I face:

He will not withhold any good thing from me, as I am pursuing righteousness and trying my best to walk uprightly.

And so …

I’m believing that ALL is for my good, even if I don’t understand.

I am trusting in Him and giving thanks for all He gives.

I am looking to Him as my sun, to direct and to guide.

I am leaning on Him as my shield, for protection and safety.

And I am asking for His help, as I sacrifice self, and daily pursue righteousness and kindness, that I may find fullness of life and honor!

May you, too, lean on God. And with His help, may you walk in integrity in each moment, offering yourself as a living sacrifice, and enjoying life and honor that only He gives.

 

 

What sacrifice have you made to do what is right?

How have you experienced God’s direction, guidance and blessing as a result?

Photo credit: Jeanette’s Ozpix, flickr creative commons



For When Your Heart Aches…

Do I really dare to write the ways my heart aches—the ways I feel bare and exposed?

How do I give words to the dull underlying feeling that seems to be inevitable in this life?

I drive to work as the sun begins to rise, and the song plays. And its refrain undoes me. I ache at the moments I’m not seizing and the ways I feel like I’m failing. Will I look back and regret? I don’t want to. And I repurpose in my heart right there as I drive, to love them stronger, to speak life deeper, and to hug longer than I’ve been doing.

I pull in to my dark driveway at the end of the day and read the emails, all of them ending with expressions of love. And while I know they are heartfelt and sincere, I still ache. I ache at having friends that I can’t spend time with face to face. People I call friends, but I hardly ever see. I long for connection—that face to face time.

I go upstairs and it isn’t even 5 minutes I’ve been home, and I misinterpret what he says again, and the conversation unravels. And I stand there at the end of the bed exposed and bare again, like a tree in winter. No leaves, no sun, just exposed to the cold right there. And while I try to hold back the tears they spill over my eyelids. And I ache. Even here in this place, with the person who knows me best, I fail. And I long to be more. I long to connect. I want to be known.

And the longing to connect and be known is my signal—I’m empty and He’s the one I need.

He’s the only one who can possibly soothe the real aches—connection with Him the only lasting thing that satisfies. May I listen to that signal, and run to Him when my heart aches.

Psalm 86:3-13, 15-17 (NASB)
3 Be gracious to me, O Lord,
For to You I cry all day long.
4 Make glad the soul of Your servant,
For to You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.
5 For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive,
And abundant in lovingkindness to all who call upon You.
6 Give ear, O LORD, to my prayer;
And give heed to the voice of my supplications!
7 In the day of my trouble I shall call upon You,
For You will answer me.
8 There is no one like You among the gods, O Lord,
Nor are there any works like Yours.
9 All nations whom You have made shall come and worship before You, O Lord,
And they shall glorify Your name.
10 For You are great and do wondrous deeds;
You alone are God.
11 Teach me Your way, O LORD;
I will walk in Your truth;
Unite my heart to fear Your name.
12 I will give thanks to You, O Lord my God, with all my heart,
And will glorify Your name forever.
13 For Your lovingkindness toward me is great,
And You have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.
15 But You, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious,
Slow to anger and abundant in lovingkindness and truth.
16 Turn to me, and be gracious to me…
17 Show me a sign for good…
Because You, O LORD, have helped me and comforted me.

 

May you find comfort in Him, in the moments of life when your heart aches.

 

 Is your heart aching today?

How can I pray for you?

 

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:

Ache…

 
 




Oh How He Loves Us So {Even in our Troubled and Suffering Days}

I have my share of weary and troubled days–times where I just want to “clock out” and say I’m done. Days when the house is a mess, no one behaves, tasks aren’t getting done, and discouragement sets in like a hovering cloud.

Days when every little thing irritates me and I just can’t seem to make the irritation go away. Kind of like my times growing up, when I tried to play outside–having fun and exploring our 23-acre orchard. But no matter how hard I tried to avoid them, the foxtail stickers would somehow get through my socks and poke me straight through … always refusing to let me pull them out.

And then there are days way beyond irritating and weary. Days where there is grief and profound suffering–the suffering that comes from the end of a marriage, the death of a child, a chronic illness, or financial devastation and the consequences it brings.

In whatever way we are troubled or suffering, it is often hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel. It’s a challenge to hang-on to any hint of hope. There are sleepless nights full of anxiety and fear, and days when the tears just won’t stop.

And we cry out to God with the questions that come–real questions that beg answers. And just like the Psalmist, we begin to doubt that God sees, or even cares.

Psalm 77:1-2, 7-9 (NIV)
I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands
and my soul refused to be comforted.
“Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?
Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?
Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has he in anger withheld his compassion?”  Selah

 

Jesus said we would have trouble in this world, but He promises that He has overcome the world.

And He calls us to follow Him–in His suffering and in His surrender.

He calls us to carry our cross, and to die to self.

He asks us to throw off our old self and put on the new self, the one He made for us in His likeness–in righteousness and holiness of the truth.

Ephesians 4:22-24 (ESV)
To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.

 

And we forget…

His ways are not our ways, and His thoughts are higher than our thoughts.

He is before all things, and in Him all things are held together.

And while grief and suffering are devastating and real, either God is who He says He is, or He is not.

Either His Word is true or it is not, and we get to choose which we believe.

And that is the challenge … we must choose.

I know for me, especially in those weary-feel-sorry-for-myself days, I sometimes resist being comforted. I choose my subjective view for my sorry-self, and roll in the mud of discouragement. I lose perspective and remain disturbed and distressed by my own choice.

And that is because dying to self, especially amidst trouble, is exhausting. It. Is. Hard. Unnatural. Challenging. It takes effort, and it is not fun.

Sometimes it becomes easier to just stay weary, our soul refusing to be comforted by the process of dying to self and instead, resting in Him.

Because it is hard to lay down our idea of how God should run things, we refuse to yield to His Lordship and Sovereignty. We choose to forget all about His character, and all He has done for us in the past.

And the Psalmist suddenly realizes this–that it is not God who has changed in his suffering, but his suffering has changed his view of God. And what does the Psalmist do to remedy his dilemma?

He remembers.

Psalm 77:10-15 (NIV)
Then I thought, “To this I will appeal:
the years of the right hand of the Most High.”
I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes,
I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will meditate on all your works
and consider all your mighty deeds.
Your ways, O God, are holy.
What god is so great as our God?
You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.
With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.   Selah

 

He combats the discouragement and doubt by recalling all God has done.

He meditates on the way God has worked.

He acknowledges the character of God.

And he reflects upon the miracles God has done and the way His mighty power has rescued and redeemed people–how it has redeemed them, even from their mud-wallowing selves.

And when we realize that God’s tolerance and redemption of us transcends our understanding, we are freed, even in the middle of our suffering. We are freed when we choose to believe Him and trust that He pursues us relentlessly–that He is always faithful, and that His kindness toward us never ever ends.

And so, whether in my weary days or in times of overwhelming suffering, may I remember. May I cease the wallowing of the why-me’s and the if-only’s … and may I remember who He is, all He has done, and all He has promised He will do.

Oh how He loves us so, especially in our troubled and suffering days.

May you remember today, and may you know He is so very near.

How has your faith been challenged amidst suffering?

How can I pray for you?

 




Giving Thanks to Him with Song

Music has always been so important to me. I remember being in 3rd grade, driving in the car with my mom, and learning the harmony part to This Land is Your Land. She always sang with me in the car, and it is with her, I practiced training my ear to hear harmony.

As I grew, I couldn’t get enough music. I loved my cassette tapes—tapes of David Meece, 2nd Chapter of Acts, DeGarmo & Key, and of course Amy Grant. And I would always look forward to buying Sandi Patty’s newest tape the day it was released and I’d sing every song over and over at the top of my lungs, never tiring of her endless key changes and soaring notes. And I memorized every single song.

It was in the context of singing that I learned to worship. Praise and song go hand in hand, and my relationship with God deepened as I learned to authentically worship. I remember Tuesday mornings before 7th and 8th grade, meeting for early morning Bible Study. I remember eating donuts and singing choruses: As the Deer, Psalm 5, and O Lord You’re Beautiful. I loved our Sunday night high-school get-togethers after church, eating and talking and then worshipping on a living room floor, with the guitars strumming loud.

There’s something about music, something that moves our hearts and stirs our emotions. It’s as if music evokes our emotional memory. It emotionally transports us back in time—back to those first moments when you experienced its power. Moments like choosing to follow Jesus, times around the fire at camp, retreats in the mountains, or worship moments at church.

And because it transports us, music connects us to God. Our emotions engage as we offer Him praise and thanks for all He is, and all He has done for us.

Sometimes there’s just no other way to adequately express our thanks but to just sing—to make our own joyful noise to Him.

Because it’s not about whether we can sing well.

It’s about the surrendering of our very selves, to bring Him the honor He is due.

It’s about exalting Him above any other name and magnifying Him beyond any other thing.

It’s about our heart’s postures bowing low and our praise resounding in an abandoned surrender, to worship our Lord and King.

And it’s in worship we give thanks to Him with our song.

Psalm 28:6-7
Blessed be the Lord!
For he has heard the voice of my pleas for mercy.
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
in him my heart trusts, and I am helped;
my heart exults,
and with my song I give thanks to him.

 

May your week be filled with moments of beautiful music, so you can worship Him, and offer Him your song.

 

 

What is your favorite worship song?

How has music helped you connect with God?

 

Continuing on, in the counting of One Thousand Gifts {#1276-1290} with Ann and this community, and the Joy Dare of 2012 with February’s  printable

#1276 Audio Bible listening on my way to work

#1277 Sunshine warmth in February

#1278 Frixion erasable pens
Pilot FriXion Ball Pen, Erasable Gel Ink, Fine Point, Assorted Colors 6 pack: Black, Blue, Red, Pink, Orange, Purple (FX7C6001)

#1279 Calm quiet time with David Nevue’s music

#1280 Numbers and Psalms

#1281 Confirmation of being a vessel

#1282 Candles burning

#1283 The smell of freshly washed hair

#1284 A family night of pancakes, eggs, & bacon

#1285 Online sisters and friends

#1286 A mother-in-laws’ encouragement

#1287 Saturday plant shopping

#1288 Friday date night–Kabuki, Pinkberry, & “The Vow”

#1289 Running not alone, but with children and their bikes

#1290 The freedom to worship in song

 




Delighted by the Time Together

Delight.

What is it that brings me delight?

Of course our marriage we’ve worked so very hard on—one we’ve built with intention and no secrets

My children and the joy they bring—even mixed with the hard work, they are a source of great pleasure to me

But what brings me the most delight these days—the thing that gives me the greatest amount of pleasure, what I look forward to each and every day …

Without a doubt it’s my time with God. The time I pause and still myself to read His words, to soak in His precepts, to grasp His great love for me, to journal about what I’ve read, and to write out my prayer. To write down what I long for, to tell Him what I’m struggling with, to share my dreams and hopes, and just transparently bare my heart to the One who created me.

And just two years ago I could not have said this and meant it. If I would have said it then I would have been over-spiritualizing and exaggerating. That’s because for 34 of my 36 years as a Christian I didn’t do this daily. I didn’t even do this monthly.

And I’m so sad at the time I wasted–sad for the lack of growth and insight and maturity I missed. All because I considered it an obligation, a task, a duty–something I was just supposed to do, that I rarely did, and then always felt guilty about.

But all that’s changed. Today is day #579 with God. We meet every day. And many days I come with many cares, but He delights me every time. And with every meeting, I am changed.

Psalms 94:19 
When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations delight my soul.

 

I long for it to be the same for you, my friend.

 

What has been your biggest struggle spending time with God?

How can I pray for you?

 

Some resources to help…

A Daily Reading Schedule: A Psalm & Proverb each day for three months, then through the Old Testament once in one year and the New Testament twice in one year

SOAP Journaling Plan: Scripture, Observation, Application, Prayer

SOAP Journaling Page: A printable journal page

Accountability Groups: which helped make such a difference for me!

~Good Morning Girls

~Hello Mornings Challenge

My favorite study Bibles:

My favorite chronological Bible:

 

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:

Delight…




Trusting is a Risk {But the Sky is the Limit}

We hold hands and the sky is the limit for us. And I say that because I know. I know what it’s like to choose to lose trust. I know how high the stakes are when trust is shattered. And way back at the beginning we decided there would be no secrets. No holding back. Nothing left unsaid. Nothing that wasn’t shared … because we both knew the consequence of withholding–withholding information and details, and ultimately your heart.

Trust is the foundation of any relationship. It is the bedrock providing the stability and framework that allows it to stand. Yet to trust requires you to be confident and believe in the goodness of another. And it requires allowing your heart to be vulnerable. And that means having to take the chance that you may get hurt.

And that’s where trust becomes a decision, the decision of every relationship.

Will I trust?

Will I risk?

And of course we have to be safe in that choice. We evaluate the probabilities and examine the risk and we decide. But one thing is sure, without trust, a relationship will crumble. It will not grow or be sustained for long.

And not only is this true with human relationships it’s true about God too.

Do you trust Him?

Can you examine the evidence available and determine the risk?

Are you willing to expose your heart to His great love and trust in what it is He gives?

Because all things are from Him and through Him and to Him … and He has an amazing plan for you. I know. Because that’s what He’s done for me. When I was not trustworthy, He rescued me. He turned it all around. And I know He can do it for you too. Because when you trust Him, and hold His hand, the sky’s the limit for you too.

Psalm 37: 3-7a (NASB)
Trust in the LORD and do good;
Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.
Delight yourself in the LORD;
And He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the LORD,
Trust also in Him, and He will do it.
He will bring forth your righteousness as the light
And your judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…

 

Praying you choose to dwell and delight. That you would commit and rest, and that you would choose to trust Him with your heart. The sky will be the limit!

What is your biggest struggle in trusting others?

What is your biggest challenge in trusting God?

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:

Trust…

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