Here's one for you... the door bell rings yesterday and it's the POSTMAN coming to ask us to please check our mailbox as there's a parcel in there hogging all the room. LOL!! Too funny. I had to laugh with him and apologize that I was causing him door to door old fashioned mail style delivery, but it was a pleasure to have met him nonetheless. His name was Michael.
My husband then needed to pull over at the side of the road to open his parcel. As I open mine, from my mom at the very bottom is a bottle of lotion called, P.S. I love you. It makes me miss my mom. She's so creative in her thoughtful ways to place this at the bottom to remind me she loves me. It makes even my husband smile.
Then as I sit and ponder the thought behind "P.S I love you" so popular, even a movie was made with that title, my mind wonders to, "How did 'P.S' even get started?" My husband reminds me that it stands for Post Script, which really was in the past only used AFTER a message had been sent and was rather an after thought that had been missed on the original letter.
So interesting. Then I turned to him and asked, why "I LOVE YOU" the most important part of any message really often falls in the "P.S" part as an AFTERTHOUGHT??? Then we smile as we play with it a bit. What if people said, "I LOVE YOU, and P.S. could you pick up some bread tonight?"
Then I got thinking of how often it seems things in our society seems to be twisted or turned around. They may seem trivial now, but in time will have deep lasting effects. Have even some of our priorities as a society become backwards?
We used to save more than we'd spend. Not so now. We used to buy only what cash could afford, not so now. We used to enjoy long drawn out dinner meals, and each other's company, conversations, etc. Not so now. Microwave and Take Out are dominating. We used to spend more time in the company and LIVE affection of others from washing dishes, to building things, now we have sunglasses, ipods, cell phones, tvs, x boxes, and countless computers to bring us companionship and comfort. We used to enjoy getting dirty, or horsing around in the snow outside, now we have germ phobia and desire virtual Wii games to pretend to horse around.
We used to think a movie such as Indecent Proposal was rated R for the mere theme, now it is a common reality of life that could even be deemed as a Decent Proposal if the $$ was ok???
Recently we've rented a few PG movies... I have been disgusted with what PG is now! How watered down our once bar of protection has now become.
Now we think we don't need God's blessing in our education, school, government, country. For we remove bibles, the Lord's Prayer, don't even want to call it CHRISTmas, I wonder if we will need to reprint US so it no longer reads, "In God we Trust". Our National Anthem sings "God keep our land glorious and free..." That's a bold ask when we seem to have put Him as a simple P.S. a mere afterthought to the many great blessings He has given us.
As we leave 2009 and enter 2010, will you make a choice with me to keep Him at the centre and purpose of not only our letters, but our lives.
I Love you Lord. P.S. I'd like to offer my life as prove of this.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Music of the Heart
This Sunday morning I spent a few hours in solitude having awoken early just conversing with my Lord. I found this time to be one in which I can freely pour out my heart.
I found myself meditating on a picture John Bunyan painted in Pilgrim's progress of heaven. The thought of exchanging all our sorrow at that point for the joy He promises to give us. Isaiah 35:10 Matthew 5:4Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Bunyan creates a picture here inspired by the Spirit.
I then find myself in the Psalms. As I read through many I notice 2 common themes. Often starting with either "Praise" to the Lord, or crying and mourning. I take comfort in the fact that half of these Psalms are filled with joy and praise the other half cries and sorrow, so parallel to our human emotional nature that shifts often.
God knows we are in a fallen world, that sin abounds and our human bodies at times will feel much sorrow. Yet where sorrow and sin is there is also His love and grace to be found for those that search.
I am blown away that even in this time and reading some inspired texts how small I feel in His large plan. How insignificant and feeble I am, next to Almighty God. I am humbled. I confess even my selfish thoughts to the one that carried His own death around all of His life, for me. For me. How often I fail to look at my own selfishness. Oh Lord forgive me.
My heart is tender and full of truth by the time church starts and my heart desires to worship. To sing songs that honor and adore our Lord. For it is these songs and this focus that lift my eyes to the hills, where my Lord is. Psalm 121:1
Pastor Tim stands to greet us all and encourages us that if we have a song in our heart this morning to bring it before God and see if He won't hear it?
We sing a few songs, my eyes closed the entire time not wanting to be distracted. Then a song I haven't sung since childhood days around the Lord's table, "Hallelujah What a Saviour" plays and I can sing every word from heart having sang it so much as a child. The song was so boring to me before, and yet now it has new heartfelt appreciation. As the song ends I feel my heart longing to sing a song called, "Faithful One, so unchanging. Ageless one, you're my Rock of Hope....." For some reason my heart just LONGS to sing it. We then sit down and take the offering and THEN...out of nowhere they start to play THAT SONG.... I instantly turn to Roger, as if the breath that been knocked from me and he can tell something serious has just happened. And with a look in his eyes, I stammer to tell what just happened and tears STREAM down my face in overwhelmed utterance of praise and sheer awe that fill my soul. He witnesses in this moment the deep truth in my Spirit to God, and holds my hand so lovingly.
Psalm 139:4Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
I found myself meditating on a picture John Bunyan painted in Pilgrim's progress of heaven. The thought of exchanging all our sorrow at that point for the joy He promises to give us. Isaiah 35:10 Matthew 5:4Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Bunyan creates a picture here inspired by the Spirit.
I then find myself in the Psalms. As I read through many I notice 2 common themes. Often starting with either "Praise" to the Lord, or crying and mourning. I take comfort in the fact that half of these Psalms are filled with joy and praise the other half cries and sorrow, so parallel to our human emotional nature that shifts often.
God knows we are in a fallen world, that sin abounds and our human bodies at times will feel much sorrow. Yet where sorrow and sin is there is also His love and grace to be found for those that search.
I am blown away that even in this time and reading some inspired texts how small I feel in His large plan. How insignificant and feeble I am, next to Almighty God. I am humbled. I confess even my selfish thoughts to the one that carried His own death around all of His life, for me. For me. How often I fail to look at my own selfishness. Oh Lord forgive me.
My heart is tender and full of truth by the time church starts and my heart desires to worship. To sing songs that honor and adore our Lord. For it is these songs and this focus that lift my eyes to the hills, where my Lord is. Psalm 121:1
Pastor Tim stands to greet us all and encourages us that if we have a song in our heart this morning to bring it before God and see if He won't hear it?
We sing a few songs, my eyes closed the entire time not wanting to be distracted. Then a song I haven't sung since childhood days around the Lord's table, "Hallelujah What a Saviour" plays and I can sing every word from heart having sang it so much as a child. The song was so boring to me before, and yet now it has new heartfelt appreciation. As the song ends I feel my heart longing to sing a song called, "Faithful One, so unchanging. Ageless one, you're my Rock of Hope....." For some reason my heart just LONGS to sing it. We then sit down and take the offering and THEN...out of nowhere they start to play THAT SONG.... I instantly turn to Roger, as if the breath that been knocked from me and he can tell something serious has just happened. And with a look in his eyes, I stammer to tell what just happened and tears STREAM down my face in overwhelmed utterance of praise and sheer awe that fill my soul. He witnesses in this moment the deep truth in my Spirit to God, and holds my hand so lovingly.
Psalm 139:4Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
How can He do that? How does He know me so well? Psalm 139 is a beautiful Psalm that reminds me of this deep truth.
The more I walk with God daily the more I desire of Him, the more He moves me in a realm that I can hardly believe let alone understand, but my desire is for increased faith. I have simply asked Him that He fill me with the things He desires to talk with me about, that He would teach me and that I would praise Him in accordance with what pleases Him.
It's as if Roger said to me, "Babe you did a great vacuuming today." or "Your heart is so beautiful, so tender and sensitive. I am blessed and thankful to call you my wife." Which shall I prefer???
Is it any different with God? I desire deeper intimacy with God, even today. I'm will not look to the left or to the right, but keeping my eyes on my Lord, who fills my heart
Ephesians 5:19 Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord.
I was already singing "Faithful One: in my heart, before the congregation joined in. My mouth simply spilled out what was in my heart. I wonder if you pressed the mute button on your heart what would be heard?
From the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaketh. Matthew 12:34
My heart, O Lord, is for you.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
God Inspired Lil' Givers
I was beautifully introduced to a traditional German Christmas that typically takes place on the Eve of Christmas with my husband's family.
Our three children actually went through many of their old toys and filled Christmas bags to give away to children. They also took their OWN money this year and bought each other specific gifts that they personally chose out. Normally we as parents give them money but this year was more meaningful coming from their own allowances.
It was neat to encourage them that God loves a cheerful giver. (2 Corinthians 9:7) and to remind them that you can't out give God. For what we give He will bless us in return. Test Him in this and see He reminds us in Malachi 3:10.
They realized from this how exciting it was to be on the GIVING end of the gift when it came time to unwrap them. God's blessing was lavished rather quickly as they each got an unexpected cheque at the end of Christmas from a relative. Right away Daniel realized that this amount was almost exactly what he had withdrawn to buy all his gifts with!! He instantly recognized God's encouragement on the lesson of giving.
The deeper lesson for me was with Brea. We had both decided rather than sell our piano-like electronic keyboard, stand, bench etc, (value $1500) that we would not only give it away, but give it to someone that in turn could give it to their kids, and be perceived as the giver, over Brea. It wasn't an easy decision but was agreed on.
It was when the gift exchange actually took place and Brea was there to see it, and the utter shock and excitement that came over the kids' to the one that had given them this gift, caused jealousy to arise in her. This is a very human emotion given the situation and I could totally sympathize with. Not only was she giving up this, not getting anything for it, but now the love and adoration for such was stinging as it was going to someone else other than her. Right then she could hear the Holy Spirit talk to her. (You must know how much it blesses me when Brea and I share in the ways God teaches us)
She said, "Mom, I could hear God so vividly say to me, 'Brea, this is exactly how I feel when so many of you take glory from me to say it is something you've done.'
Instantly she received it and sighed with a new understanding. Not only was it getting her mind off of this gift, but also a deeper realization how really God does feel constantly in the way we always prefer to glorify ourselves rather than Him.
It was in a Christmas walk with Brea, one on one that we had such a deep reflecting conversation. For a whole hour we didn't stop talking for even 10 seconds. How it blessed me. One of my favorite parts of Christmas day was that special one hour that I had with her. In the midst of over 100 topics, (kid you not) we shared love, laughter, some tears, hand holding, hugging, you name it... it's moments like these that I treasure in a Christmas with my 14 year old Brea, for it will only come once in this lifetime.
Our three children actually went through many of their old toys and filled Christmas bags to give away to children. They also took their OWN money this year and bought each other specific gifts that they personally chose out. Normally we as parents give them money but this year was more meaningful coming from their own allowances.
It was neat to encourage them that God loves a cheerful giver. (2 Corinthians 9:7) and to remind them that you can't out give God. For what we give He will bless us in return. Test Him in this and see He reminds us in Malachi 3:10.
They realized from this how exciting it was to be on the GIVING end of the gift when it came time to unwrap them. God's blessing was lavished rather quickly as they each got an unexpected cheque at the end of Christmas from a relative. Right away Daniel realized that this amount was almost exactly what he had withdrawn to buy all his gifts with!! He instantly recognized God's encouragement on the lesson of giving.
The deeper lesson for me was with Brea. We had both decided rather than sell our piano-like electronic keyboard, stand, bench etc, (value $1500) that we would not only give it away, but give it to someone that in turn could give it to their kids, and be perceived as the giver, over Brea. It wasn't an easy decision but was agreed on.
It was when the gift exchange actually took place and Brea was there to see it, and the utter shock and excitement that came over the kids' to the one that had given them this gift, caused jealousy to arise in her. This is a very human emotion given the situation and I could totally sympathize with. Not only was she giving up this, not getting anything for it, but now the love and adoration for such was stinging as it was going to someone else other than her. Right then she could hear the Holy Spirit talk to her. (You must know how much it blesses me when Brea and I share in the ways God teaches us)
She said, "Mom, I could hear God so vividly say to me, 'Brea, this is exactly how I feel when so many of you take glory from me to say it is something you've done.'
Instantly she received it and sighed with a new understanding. Not only was it getting her mind off of this gift, but also a deeper realization how really God does feel constantly in the way we always prefer to glorify ourselves rather than Him.
It was in a Christmas walk with Brea, one on one that we had such a deep reflecting conversation. For a whole hour we didn't stop talking for even 10 seconds. How it blessed me. One of my favorite parts of Christmas day was that special one hour that I had with her. In the midst of over 100 topics, (kid you not) we shared love, laughter, some tears, hand holding, hugging, you name it... it's moments like these that I treasure in a Christmas with my 14 year old Brea, for it will only come once in this lifetime.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Who Needs the Wrapping?
Tonight we begin the first of four Christmas Eve services called, "This Changes Everything..."
It's absolutely incredibly done! Broadway calibre! I stand in awe as I watch it. Yes, I am the one that can't stand to watch movies twice, but I was completely drawn into this performance despite knowing I will watch it again tomorrow night with my family. Our church that sits a few thousand people, full!!! And it's not even our most popular service time. Gotta love it!
Switching Topics: (ST)
I want to be vulnerable with you in this blog if it so brings glory to God, but I also want to be mindful that not everyone needs personal details of my life, including my family, pasted across the web.
So I'm going to include little "pulsecheck" surveys at the side of the blog every couple days. This is important to me to gauge how I can best support, encourage and inspire you with what you so desire, rather than what I think. So if you will take the time to check your answer then I will get the results. And even if the question seems odd... know that I have a purpose in it. I simply ask that you answer honestly, as I have no record of who it's coming from.
I woke up this morning feeling a desire to have your involvement as much as possible in this blogging time. It is an investment of time to write almost daily, but honestly, your emails, and responses have SO ENCOURAGED my heart that I feel it time wisely spent.
Also I don't want you to hesitate writing a comment or a question (which many of you have already confessed to me...) out of worry about what others think, or even myself. If you send a comment it actually comes to me personally first, so know that. If you'd rather comment only to me or ask a question without everyone seeing it, just let me know and I won't post it.
As I share my life openly expecting nothing in return, I hope you will know you can trust me.
Today I'll leave you with this thought God gives to me,
Remember how of late I've been stirred that it's about what we do with this gift of life we've been entrusted with. We come with nothing and leave with nothing.
Then I think of Jesus birth and his death. The very first thing He knew as a babe, was to be wrapped by Mary in swaddling clothes and lying in a manager. (Luke 2:7) The angels even declared to the shepherds that THIS would be the sign.
Luke 2:12
This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Now interesting that that our Saviour wrapped in cloth, would again be wrapped by Joseph after he took Him from the cross only 33 years later.
Mark 15:46
So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in the linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock.
The parallel being the cloth and someone wrapping Him each time. The first wrap was the gift of God's only Son, His word now in flesh (John 1), the second wrap was His body given up for you and I to live. The gift of eternal life.
What has left me in awe, is that even the cloth He didn't take with Him. But rather when everything was done and the disciples entered the tomb they found it there, FOLDED. Completely finished and cleaned up, perfectly tended to that even the cloth was folded so neatly. ??? wow....
I wonder if it was the angel that folded it or our Lord? Doesn't really matter, I just love Him so much I long to appreciate more the thought behind everything He did. For even the cloth that served it's purpose shall be left on earth, for in heaven none of the things we see that are temporary, will be of any value.
May we remember this even this Christmas as we seek to focus on our heavenly home where you can count on me bringing some GLAD TIDINGS!!! WOO HOO!!!!
"Lord, this Christmas wrap my heart around you that I may behold you a new and a fresh. That whether the freshness of your new life, or the smell of your blood stained body would be treasured in me for as long as I shall live. For in you I have all things."
It's absolutely incredibly done! Broadway calibre! I stand in awe as I watch it. Yes, I am the one that can't stand to watch movies twice, but I was completely drawn into this performance despite knowing I will watch it again tomorrow night with my family. Our church that sits a few thousand people, full!!! And it's not even our most popular service time. Gotta love it!
Switching Topics: (ST)
I want to be vulnerable with you in this blog if it so brings glory to God, but I also want to be mindful that not everyone needs personal details of my life, including my family, pasted across the web.
So I'm going to include little "pulsecheck" surveys at the side of the blog every couple days. This is important to me to gauge how I can best support, encourage and inspire you with what you so desire, rather than what I think. So if you will take the time to check your answer then I will get the results. And even if the question seems odd... know that I have a purpose in it. I simply ask that you answer honestly, as I have no record of who it's coming from.
I woke up this morning feeling a desire to have your involvement as much as possible in this blogging time. It is an investment of time to write almost daily, but honestly, your emails, and responses have SO ENCOURAGED my heart that I feel it time wisely spent.
Also I don't want you to hesitate writing a comment or a question (which many of you have already confessed to me...) out of worry about what others think, or even myself. If you send a comment it actually comes to me personally first, so know that. If you'd rather comment only to me or ask a question without everyone seeing it, just let me know and I won't post it.
As I share my life openly expecting nothing in return, I hope you will know you can trust me.
Today I'll leave you with this thought God gives to me,
Remember how of late I've been stirred that it's about what we do with this gift of life we've been entrusted with. We come with nothing and leave with nothing.
Then I think of Jesus birth and his death. The very first thing He knew as a babe, was to be wrapped by Mary in swaddling clothes and lying in a manager. (Luke 2:7) The angels even declared to the shepherds that THIS would be the sign.
Luke 2:12
This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Now interesting that that our Saviour wrapped in cloth, would again be wrapped by Joseph after he took Him from the cross only 33 years later.
Mark 15:46
So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in the linen, and placed it in a tomb cut out of rock.
The parallel being the cloth and someone wrapping Him each time. The first wrap was the gift of God's only Son, His word now in flesh (John 1), the second wrap was His body given up for you and I to live. The gift of eternal life.
What has left me in awe, is that even the cloth He didn't take with Him. But rather when everything was done and the disciples entered the tomb they found it there, FOLDED. Completely finished and cleaned up, perfectly tended to that even the cloth was folded so neatly. ??? wow....
I wonder if it was the angel that folded it or our Lord? Doesn't really matter, I just love Him so much I long to appreciate more the thought behind everything He did. For even the cloth that served it's purpose shall be left on earth, for in heaven none of the things we see that are temporary, will be of any value.
May we remember this even this Christmas as we seek to focus on our heavenly home where you can count on me bringing some GLAD TIDINGS!!! WOO HOO!!!!
"Lord, this Christmas wrap my heart around you that I may behold you a new and a fresh. That whether the freshness of your new life, or the smell of your blood stained body would be treasured in me for as long as I shall live. For in you I have all things."
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Can I Help You With Those Christmas LIghts?
Some of you may think it's too late for hanging Christmas lights... well... guess what, I don't think so. :) For today yes, Roger and I found two lit hearts that we hung in our front foyer window side by side. I can just picture the comments we'll receive being newlyweds, but hey I bought them before I had met Roger. Interesting enough, the same hearts that I had hung two years ago, seemed to hold a different sense of significance as we hung them. I smile, thinking of how God knew the simple joy they'd bring me, all along when I first purchased them. I smile, because He so knows and longs to give us just great joy. He's the best dad ever!
As we take the time and precisely hang them holding the ladder and all. I can't help but laugh with Him even an hour ago. After a wonderful dinner surrounded with extended family and great conversations I feel Him nudging me to just take a little walk outside with Him. For many I guess comfort and fellowship is found in family and friends, but you know, I say this tenderly, having lost all that once was around me years ago, I learned the intimate love of Him when it was just the two of us. So despite having a house full of laughter and love, family and fun, I will chose to always place Him first. Again, I don't say this out of duty as much as a deep love.
As I walk in the quiet, brisk cold, with Him I look up to see such a vast array of stars. The most I've seen for a very long time. Then He says to me, "What do you think of my Christmas lights??" Literally I chuckle out loud.
"Lord. You take the cake in every circumstance! For you don't even need to measure or are limited to a simple confined area but rather spray paint them across the universe. Some are on dimmers. some in a pattern, uniquely measured out in precision every time, but as far as the eye can see! Your dominion, unfathomable.
I think of how proud our men are when they accomplish something and want to show off for us. Then I simply look at my God's work of His hands and forget the clap on clap off, He just speaks and they shine.
Psalm 147:4He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Isaiah 40:26Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.
So I walk back to the house even seeing the city lights they seem so boring, all on one level in the distance, clumped together and you know... NO ONE... absolutely NO ONE is even in a class close to compete with Almighty God.
God of the universe, your Christmas lights hang in perfection. And quite frankly you can show off for me anytime, I love it. I still can't believe I have the privilege of calling the Creator my friend.
xo
As we take the time and precisely hang them holding the ladder and all. I can't help but laugh with Him even an hour ago. After a wonderful dinner surrounded with extended family and great conversations I feel Him nudging me to just take a little walk outside with Him. For many I guess comfort and fellowship is found in family and friends, but you know, I say this tenderly, having lost all that once was around me years ago, I learned the intimate love of Him when it was just the two of us. So despite having a house full of laughter and love, family and fun, I will chose to always place Him first. Again, I don't say this out of duty as much as a deep love.
As I walk in the quiet, brisk cold, with Him I look up to see such a vast array of stars. The most I've seen for a very long time. Then He says to me, "What do you think of my Christmas lights??" Literally I chuckle out loud.
"Lord. You take the cake in every circumstance! For you don't even need to measure or are limited to a simple confined area but rather spray paint them across the universe. Some are on dimmers. some in a pattern, uniquely measured out in precision every time, but as far as the eye can see! Your dominion, unfathomable.
I think of how proud our men are when they accomplish something and want to show off for us. Then I simply look at my God's work of His hands and forget the clap on clap off, He just speaks and they shine.
Psalm 147:4He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Isaiah 40:26Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.
So I walk back to the house even seeing the city lights they seem so boring, all on one level in the distance, clumped together and you know... NO ONE... absolutely NO ONE is even in a class close to compete with Almighty God.
God of the universe, your Christmas lights hang in perfection. And quite frankly you can show off for me anytime, I love it. I still can't believe I have the privilege of calling the Creator my friend.
xo
Monday, December 21, 2009
Chalk a Lot?
Today God convicts me to get out this 24 X18 inch chalkboard that was lying in the garage and to hang it in the laundry room on the wall beside the door leading to the garage. This is a common used door for all of us, especially as our recycling sits out there but its also a wall that can be seen from onlookers being entertained in our kitchen.
I feel a desire to ensure our children have scripture/God's wisdom with them as much as possible. I find the Proverbs to have excellent thoughts for the day; full of insight and knowledge. And so I write on it Proverbs 21:21. "He who pursues righteousness and love, finds life, prosperity and honor."
My husband is beginning to understand my deep morning times with God. He never quite knows what to expect, other than my heart is incredibly sensitive in these times to what He is stirring or speaking to it. So today without a word, I rummage through the garage and then take the hammer and nails. I can just imagine what is going through his beautiful mind as he is making breakfast. lol!
As I hammer away and hang the board with the verse, he comes around the corner, puts his arms around me as he kisses me reading the verse, and says, "I love you." At that very moment I think of the Proverbs 31: 28 "Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her" (I aspire to be the Proverbs 31 woman. This a prayer of mine.)
I didn't even mention the chalkboard to the kids but knew they would see it as you can't walk by it without reading it.
It was later Christmas shopping with my new son, that he asked about it, which made me smile. He thought it was a great idea, and was quite taken back by my creativity in such an endeavour. :) Those that know Daniel, will know that those are his exact words.
As parents what we chose to focus on will spill to our children, good or bad. For children, it will do us well to immerse ourselves in the wise words of our Creator who knows all. Start in the Proverbs. Perhaps one a day on a post it note, in your locker or your mirror? You'll be amazed at how these words will be valuable for all the days of your life.
I'd like to think my reward was hearing Daniel recite the whole verse to me in the mall that afternoon, by his own initiative; but something tells me that is only to show me how quickly God will work if I simply do my part in obedience.
I feel a desire to ensure our children have scripture/God's wisdom with them as much as possible. I find the Proverbs to have excellent thoughts for the day; full of insight and knowledge. And so I write on it Proverbs 21:21. "He who pursues righteousness and love, finds life, prosperity and honor."
My husband is beginning to understand my deep morning times with God. He never quite knows what to expect, other than my heart is incredibly sensitive in these times to what He is stirring or speaking to it. So today without a word, I rummage through the garage and then take the hammer and nails. I can just imagine what is going through his beautiful mind as he is making breakfast. lol!
As I hammer away and hang the board with the verse, he comes around the corner, puts his arms around me as he kisses me reading the verse, and says, "I love you." At that very moment I think of the Proverbs 31: 28 "Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her" (I aspire to be the Proverbs 31 woman. This a prayer of mine.)
I didn't even mention the chalkboard to the kids but knew they would see it as you can't walk by it without reading it.
It was later Christmas shopping with my new son, that he asked about it, which made me smile. He thought it was a great idea, and was quite taken back by my creativity in such an endeavour. :) Those that know Daniel, will know that those are his exact words.
As parents what we chose to focus on will spill to our children, good or bad. For children, it will do us well to immerse ourselves in the wise words of our Creator who knows all. Start in the Proverbs. Perhaps one a day on a post it note, in your locker or your mirror? You'll be amazed at how these words will be valuable for all the days of your life.
I'd like to think my reward was hearing Daniel recite the whole verse to me in the mall that afternoon, by his own initiative; but something tells me that is only to show me how quickly God will work if I simply do my part in obedience.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Carrie Simpson, Married??
To save responding on countless emails, perhaps I can take this moment to briefly update many of you across Canada, on "yes"... Carrie Simpson got married.
As many of you know I have been without a date for the past 7.5 years, completely satisfied with the truest of love found in our Lord. Really. Those of you that know me well, are smiling right now. I had not even kissed a man, devoted to the purity I desired to not only give God but perhaps one day His chosen man for me. Was this easy?? You've got to be kidding??!! One of the hardest thing a young woman must train herself to do, not giving in as the world does. A huge weakness for me in the past to want to run to the arms of a man, that and my physical nature, to which God created me as passionate! BUT God carried me and loved me through this time as I chose to walk His way through the door of freedom fleeing from temptations.
I was also convinced as I got to know God more and more, that if He so desired to bring a man into my life He would do it in His time, and having mucked that up so much previously I surrendered it fully to Him. I didn't shy away though from writing my dream man in a journal locked away in the cedar chest that sits at the end of my bed.
In those 7.5 years Brea and I together had found a joy and realness into what a relationship, and dependency on a God that wants to be part of our lives, truly looks like. For her God as a Father, for me a Husband and a friend, a Counsellor and a lover, a protector, a financial planner, etc.etc. He really is the Great "I AM" to us showcasing Himself in so many ways.
It was last October (2008) that a man who became like a dad to me, knowing my stand on not dating and purity, opted to propose a simple coffee with a godly guy he had known for years. Sharing that he was not into leading women on with dates, etc but a man of integrity and purity as well.
To be honest, I was rather shocked... and especially that he really only was into coffee. Brea had often guarded me in this arena and when I took it to her, she enthusiastically declared I should go, and that it should happen on her birthday?!!!! To no planning on our part, it simply ended up being on her birthday that we sat down to a coffee together. And from there today I am a blessed married woman, having truly been given the man only God knew was in my dreams.
I have much more to share on this topic, and will as I write my blogs for I don't have all the answers in even what blended families look like, BUT we are constantly letting God lead us in this and so far... I must say, it has been a joy. All 3 of our children have become the best of friends and are incredibly team focused with obedient and loving hearts towards our new family. It was been a privilege to witness God's love in and through us even to our kids, and the joy and honor of waiting until marriage has proven to be an investment for all of us. Our children have witnessed a love in a man and a woman that God desires. God knows... and when we honor Him.. will He not give us the best?? IN EVERYTHING!!?? Why do we settle? Why do we doubt Him? Perhaps it is our own weak faith that is trying to rob us from such joy?
I desire to be a living testimony to the goodness and wonder of our great God in all areas of my life. Has it been easy? NO! Has it always proven to be the best when I am faithful and persevere holding on to His way, in obedience. YES... but one of the biggest things He has taught me is, "Not because I have to ... but because I truly WANT to give Him the best and TRUST Him more than anyone." He has taught me the purest of love. He is my source from that I will overflow to my husband and him to I.
Song of Songs 3:5 "Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."
When my husband can look at me and thank me for waiting for him 8 years, I see now how my purity is one of the greatest gifts I can give Him. And what gift God has given me in a husband who offers me the same!
On Sept 7, 2009 Carrie Lynn Simpson and Roger Edward Liegmann became one through the power of God in body and Spirit for His honor and glory.
God knows, what we need, when we need it and often delivers it in very creative expressions. He's God.
Thank you Lord, for My Roger. He is a gift from your hand and I seek to love him and respect him in a way that honors you and also makes both of you smile!
As many of you know I have been without a date for the past 7.5 years, completely satisfied with the truest of love found in our Lord. Really. Those of you that know me well, are smiling right now. I had not even kissed a man, devoted to the purity I desired to not only give God but perhaps one day His chosen man for me. Was this easy?? You've got to be kidding??!! One of the hardest thing a young woman must train herself to do, not giving in as the world does. A huge weakness for me in the past to want to run to the arms of a man, that and my physical nature, to which God created me as passionate! BUT God carried me and loved me through this time as I chose to walk His way through the door of freedom fleeing from temptations.
I was also convinced as I got to know God more and more, that if He so desired to bring a man into my life He would do it in His time, and having mucked that up so much previously I surrendered it fully to Him. I didn't shy away though from writing my dream man in a journal locked away in the cedar chest that sits at the end of my bed.
In those 7.5 years Brea and I together had found a joy and realness into what a relationship, and dependency on a God that wants to be part of our lives, truly looks like. For her God as a Father, for me a Husband and a friend, a Counsellor and a lover, a protector, a financial planner, etc.etc. He really is the Great "I AM" to us showcasing Himself in so many ways.
It was last October (2008) that a man who became like a dad to me, knowing my stand on not dating and purity, opted to propose a simple coffee with a godly guy he had known for years. Sharing that he was not into leading women on with dates, etc but a man of integrity and purity as well.
To be honest, I was rather shocked... and especially that he really only was into coffee. Brea had often guarded me in this arena and when I took it to her, she enthusiastically declared I should go, and that it should happen on her birthday?!!!! To no planning on our part, it simply ended up being on her birthday that we sat down to a coffee together. And from there today I am a blessed married woman, having truly been given the man only God knew was in my dreams.
I have much more to share on this topic, and will as I write my blogs for I don't have all the answers in even what blended families look like, BUT we are constantly letting God lead us in this and so far... I must say, it has been a joy. All 3 of our children have become the best of friends and are incredibly team focused with obedient and loving hearts towards our new family. It was been a privilege to witness God's love in and through us even to our kids, and the joy and honor of waiting until marriage has proven to be an investment for all of us. Our children have witnessed a love in a man and a woman that God desires. God knows... and when we honor Him.. will He not give us the best?? IN EVERYTHING!!?? Why do we settle? Why do we doubt Him? Perhaps it is our own weak faith that is trying to rob us from such joy?
I desire to be a living testimony to the goodness and wonder of our great God in all areas of my life. Has it been easy? NO! Has it always proven to be the best when I am faithful and persevere holding on to His way, in obedience. YES... but one of the biggest things He has taught me is, "Not because I have to ... but because I truly WANT to give Him the best and TRUST Him more than anyone." He has taught me the purest of love. He is my source from that I will overflow to my husband and him to I.
Song of Songs 3:5 "Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires."
When my husband can look at me and thank me for waiting for him 8 years, I see now how my purity is one of the greatest gifts I can give Him. And what gift God has given me in a husband who offers me the same!
On Sept 7, 2009 Carrie Lynn Simpson and Roger Edward Liegmann became one through the power of God in body and Spirit for His honor and glory.
God knows, what we need, when we need it and often delivers it in very creative expressions. He's God.
Thank you Lord, for My Roger. He is a gift from your hand and I seek to love him and respect him in a way that honors you and also makes both of you smile!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A Reader's Door of Hope
A follow up from YOU from the last post:
I cannot resist to comment on how one of you(a reader of this blog), even in the midst of deep temptation reached for their computer but noticed a new blog post and hence chose to read it rather than give into a lustful humanly natural desire. hmm...
Moved by the content chose to opt for the door out and as a result continues on the straight and narrow just flying as they flee from this temptation.
1 Cor 10:13 No temptation has SEIZED you except what is COMMON to humans. And God is faithful he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But WHEN you are tempted he will also provide a way out so you can stand up under it.
Note the words I've capitalized.
SEIZED - imagine that, the temptation SEIZES.. like you become it's slave. Whether, sex, alcohol, drugs, pornography, lust, jealousy, etc, etc....
COMMON - is key too. I thank this reader for being vulnerable enough to share with me. HOW awesome is that? I tell you they are on the road to freedom! We all struggle with temptations, we are human, but who is bold enough to talk about it? Those that desire freedom!
WHEN - truth says you WILL be tempted at all different times, but be wise and look for the way out.
I will write more later of my day but couldn't resist showing the power at work even in these simple words of truth.
Freedom is priceless. It's ours to behold, but wisdom calls for careful instruction to be followed through on.
I am running with you.
I cannot resist to comment on how one of you(a reader of this blog), even in the midst of deep temptation reached for their computer but noticed a new blog post and hence chose to read it rather than give into a lustful humanly natural desire. hmm...
Moved by the content chose to opt for the door out and as a result continues on the straight and narrow just flying as they flee from this temptation.
1 Cor 10:13 No temptation has SEIZED you except what is COMMON to humans. And God is faithful he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But WHEN you are tempted he will also provide a way out so you can stand up under it.
Note the words I've capitalized.
SEIZED - imagine that, the temptation SEIZES.. like you become it's slave. Whether, sex, alcohol, drugs, pornography, lust, jealousy, etc, etc....
COMMON - is key too. I thank this reader for being vulnerable enough to share with me. HOW awesome is that? I tell you they are on the road to freedom! We all struggle with temptations, we are human, but who is bold enough to talk about it? Those that desire freedom!
WHEN - truth says you WILL be tempted at all different times, but be wise and look for the way out.
I will write more later of my day but couldn't resist showing the power at work even in these simple words of truth.
Freedom is priceless. It's ours to behold, but wisdom calls for careful instruction to be followed through on.
I am running with you.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Video Game Vice
As I sit in a high school classroom with young men and women around me I wonder which of these ones will be fulfilled in life in the years to come? Which of these teens will follow on the straight and narrow not being distracted or deceived to take a short cut, but boldly running their course?
I engage in a deeper conversation with one of the young men. Over the past few months, there is no denying a deep change in him. He's more engaged, more social, confident, excelling in school even playing on the basketball and volleyball teams for the first year. As I listen to him share, I ask him when the defining moment came for him.
He thinks for a moment and then repsonds, "Carrie, last year all I did and wanted to do was play video games, trying to accomplish conquering certain levels. My parents would tell me I was wasting my time, etc but I didn't listen to them. Then one day my dad had been laying hardwood floor in the upstairs of our home. I remember when he was done he looked at me and said, 'See son, I've laid a whole floor while you have been playing video games. What do you have to show for all that time?'"
"I blew him off at first, but those words really sunk in. He was right. I was convicted. From then on I opted to try and play less games and do other things as I had nothing to show for all my time spent this past year playing games."
Oh to see the smile flood my face. I enthusiastically reply "See YOU first of all listened to your Dad. Secondly, reflected on what he said. Thirdly agreed even unspokenly and changed your routine. And lastly, ACTED on what you decided to do; filling that time with better things like friends, being engaged in school more and despite not going out for sports your first year, you still chose to try out this year and making both teams."
Honestly, this young man has grown in every area of life and now seeks to know more of God and try to live a pure life as a result. He isn't just on the straight and narrow, he's running boldly on it.
He sees his brother now falling into the same trap of video games and the concern that fills his face blesses me to witness. It's so genuine.
This young man has chosen to find the door of freedom and resist the temptation of even video games.
1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
The enemy simply wants to get us off track. For when we are on track to a fulfilled life there is joy. He hates JOY. Remember that. Look for the door of hope that leads to priceless joy.
Simple choices, especially as a teen, pave the way of life's journey. Be wise about yours. This is YOUR life. Live it without regrets.
1 Corinthians 9:24 (A fave of mine)
I engage in a deeper conversation with one of the young men. Over the past few months, there is no denying a deep change in him. He's more engaged, more social, confident, excelling in school even playing on the basketball and volleyball teams for the first year. As I listen to him share, I ask him when the defining moment came for him.
He thinks for a moment and then repsonds, "Carrie, last year all I did and wanted to do was play video games, trying to accomplish conquering certain levels. My parents would tell me I was wasting my time, etc but I didn't listen to them. Then one day my dad had been laying hardwood floor in the upstairs of our home. I remember when he was done he looked at me and said, 'See son, I've laid a whole floor while you have been playing video games. What do you have to show for all that time?'"
"I blew him off at first, but those words really sunk in. He was right. I was convicted. From then on I opted to try and play less games and do other things as I had nothing to show for all my time spent this past year playing games."
Oh to see the smile flood my face. I enthusiastically reply "See YOU first of all listened to your Dad. Secondly, reflected on what he said. Thirdly agreed even unspokenly and changed your routine. And lastly, ACTED on what you decided to do; filling that time with better things like friends, being engaged in school more and despite not going out for sports your first year, you still chose to try out this year and making both teams."
Honestly, this young man has grown in every area of life and now seeks to know more of God and try to live a pure life as a result. He isn't just on the straight and narrow, he's running boldly on it.
He sees his brother now falling into the same trap of video games and the concern that fills his face blesses me to witness. It's so genuine.
This young man has chosen to find the door of freedom and resist the temptation of even video games.
1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.
The enemy simply wants to get us off track. For when we are on track to a fulfilled life there is joy. He hates JOY. Remember that. Look for the door of hope that leads to priceless joy.
Simple choices, especially as a teen, pave the way of life's journey. Be wise about yours. This is YOUR life. Live it without regrets.
1 Corinthians 9:24 (A fave of mine)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
To Kiss or to Cry?
With so many options of Christmas candies, I have to chuckle to myself realizing how every candy that has been good during any time or season, seems to be on the shelves now just with green and red on them and an inflated price tag, simply because it screams "Christmas". I even see Mini Eggs in Christmas colors!! Easter bunny eggs!? Wow. I look at the Hershey Kisses in green and red foil, anything that markets to our society and brings in the $$$.
As I look at a hershey kiss on the table at a Christmas event, I wonder why in the world it is called a "Kiss" when it looks like a tear drop to me?
Then I thought, wow... that would be a great gift for Judas (the disciple who betrayed the Lord with a kiss.)
I read this passage just recently,
Luke 22:46-48
Jesus Arrested
47While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, "Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?"
As I mediate deeply on this thought, I am truly blown away at how the very intimate nature of a KISS would be the very thing the enemy would use to betray our Lord.
A kiss is defined as an expression of love, affection, greeting, reverence with one's mouth.
Is there anything more intimate than a heartfelt kiss? Even prostitutes are taught not to kiss for then they can become too attached to the individual.
But here Satan takes something God has meant for such joy and intimate expression, and poisons it to betray the Son of God.
I love the way Jesus even calls him out on it. "Judas, Are you betraying the Son of Man with a KISS?" As if to say, "you've got to be kidding...."
The kiss of death.
Lesson to learn: the enemy is crafty at disguising evil. He takes even the intimate innocence of a beloved kiss, and causes it to sting.
Be careful. Be on guard. Be wise. Read Proverbs 27:6.
It's amazing what a Chocolate teardrop, called a "Kiss" does to me just sitting on my table at the Christmas banquet. LOL!!
As I look at a hershey kiss on the table at a Christmas event, I wonder why in the world it is called a "Kiss" when it looks like a tear drop to me?
Then I thought, wow... that would be a great gift for Judas (the disciple who betrayed the Lord with a kiss.)
I read this passage just recently,
Luke 22:46-48
Jesus Arrested
47While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48but Jesus asked him, "Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?"
As I mediate deeply on this thought, I am truly blown away at how the very intimate nature of a KISS would be the very thing the enemy would use to betray our Lord.
A kiss is defined as an expression of love, affection, greeting, reverence with one's mouth.
Is there anything more intimate than a heartfelt kiss? Even prostitutes are taught not to kiss for then they can become too attached to the individual.
But here Satan takes something God has meant for such joy and intimate expression, and poisons it to betray the Son of God.
I love the way Jesus even calls him out on it. "Judas, Are you betraying the Son of Man with a KISS?" As if to say, "you've got to be kidding...."
The kiss of death.
Lesson to learn: the enemy is crafty at disguising evil. He takes even the intimate innocence of a beloved kiss, and causes it to sting.
Be careful. Be on guard. Be wise. Read Proverbs 27:6.
It's amazing what a Chocolate teardrop, called a "Kiss" does to me just sitting on my table at the Christmas banquet. LOL!!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Copy Right - Paid in Full
Copy Rights, interesting thought.
Law suits are in place for who owns rights to what, from foot notes to copy rights. And why? To bring glory to themselves about their great words and thoughts. hmmm... but who really remembers later? Be honest. You know what I find the funniest of all.. is the copy right associated with God's word. Whenever we seem to reference scripture God offers it free, not suing or charging anyone with anything but the contrary.
I can picture God, "It would do you well to use it, people."
Isaiah 55:11
so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.
If I'm looking to footnote or copyright anything it will be HIS WORD. For in that is life, success and power. I want quality and the best in life, not some knock off.
Thanks Lord, for the right to display your truth freely.
Law suits are in place for who owns rights to what, from foot notes to copy rights. And why? To bring glory to themselves about their great words and thoughts. hmmm... but who really remembers later? Be honest. You know what I find the funniest of all.. is the copy right associated with God's word. Whenever we seem to reference scripture God offers it free, not suing or charging anyone with anything but the contrary.
I can picture God, "It would do you well to use it, people."
Isaiah 55:11
so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.
If I'm looking to footnote or copyright anything it will be HIS WORD. For in that is life, success and power. I want quality and the best in life, not some knock off.
Thanks Lord, for the right to display your truth freely.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Travelling Girl
This morning I carry out a bunch of bags having done some Christmas shopping while in Toronto, being embarrassed somewhat as this man held the elevator for me. I confessed that it wasn’t all my stuff but many Christmas gifts.
This business man responds quietly, “It’s ok.”
Quiet pause. Then with head down he continues, “I don’t get a Christmas this year.”
Sympathetically I respond, “Oh no, why?” Pulling his eyes to look in mine.
He does and seeing sincerity shares, “I have to work.” Then adds “Plus I’m single”.
Now my discernment going off, this is not a pick up line. Really. His heart is aching, I can feel it and I sense this is his first Christmas perhaps, being separated or divorced.
The elevator opens, and all I can find myself to say before I have to catch the shuttle is “It’s ok because Christmas is everyday.” And I smile genuinely.
With that I quickened my step and look joyfully at the counter reception as I practically sang, “Good morning!” to them in passing. Again just fresh out of my quiet time with God, which always refreshes my Spirit and floods my soul with joy. The staff couldn’t help but almost laugh as they smile, ear to ear declaring, “GOOD morning to you!!”
The sad man still kind of lingered waiting for his appointment. Again not pressing me, but stirring as if I was a counselor. I could tell. At one point he came outside where I was waiting, stood for a whole second and then went back in. I realized when I got on the bus that I should’ve reached to him again, as that was a big step for him and he wanted to share more, but also was polite and didn’t want to feel like he was trying to pick me up. I simply prayed for that man that he would have a simple breath of hope from our encounter.
Then I sit on the shuttle working on my blackberry when God prompts me to shut it off and reach to this young guy next to me on the shuttle. I so wonder how Jesus would act with people he encountered, and yet if I just listen to Him in me, He takes over and shows me how He would act. But I need to be willing to listen to Him and then act in obedience.
So it’s just us on this shuttle and a kind older man driving. I ask him if he’s headed home? He then goes on to open his heart of discouragement but in a gentle way. Telling me he came from Quebec City to go to Brazil for 5 weeks of intensive athletic training but didn’t have the proper documentation, went downtown TO as told to but they can’t get it for a month, so he’s headed back home. The bus driver listening in, tells him there is one spot he can go to but would need to pay $$$, he shrugs his shoulders and says, "It’s ok.”
I look at him again, drawing his eyes, and well you know me… encourage him that there is a reason he is not to go. And he said, “Funny you say that, I have wondered that.” Then we went on for the next 15 minutes by the end talking of his good friend who’s competing in the Olympics. By the end he was smiling and I bid him goodbye.
As the old man helps me with my luggage, He looks at me in an affirming encouraging way, knowing exactly what I had just done to lift his spirit as he was trying to do initially. Then he smiled at me in a way that honestly, I felt as if it was a smile of God. Hard to explain, but what it did to my spirit. Man… I could’ve flown myself home at this point without a plane! LOL!
As I’m going to check in, they don’t have me. Stresses me for a moment, as I always travel very close to the allotted departure time. Those of you that know me are laughing! She tries several times and goes to get a supervisor. Then I pray, and ask God. I move to the next line, ask again. She types me in and finds me.
Next I go through security can’t find my passport anywhere. Look everywhere in my purse. Stressed again. I move aside, setting everything down and pray. Then pick up my purse, it’s right there. Now this usually doesn’t happen to me like this, but I gotta tell you it’s blowing me away this morning.
Then as we’re going through security I have a moment thinking how I’d love to sit beside the guy looking in the carry on bags, and if I could really look at them Iwould have a lot of fun telling you a lot of what I can discern about that person, from simply seeing what is in their carry on. I’m serious. You can tell so much from the little things.
Now I’m sitting here on the plane and reading my bible listening to worship and once again find I have 50 different thoughts from scripture I want to share but have already wrote much more than usual.
Reading Heb 11, such an inspiring chapter. But as I sit here with my bible open I’ve got a young guy next to me dressed in his rapping gear, listening to his rap music so loud I can hear it all. He’s shocked that I’m reading my bible. He keeps trying to look out of the corner of his eye, rather blown away that my bible looks actually used. I find him a little convicted but I will not be ashamed. I have the truth… I’m sick of the darkness snuffing out the light. I LOVE my God, and won’t be ashamed of Him.
Then as I’m reading it’s once again it’s God speaking to me from His word, Heb 11: 16, 17 these great heroes of faith (something I want to be) “longing for a better country… a heavenly one. Therefore God’s not ashamed to be called their God, for he has a city prepared for them.”
How awesome is that? GOD is not ashamed to be CALLED THEIR GOD. Not us ashamed to be His kids, but rather the privilege He GIVES to those that aren’t ashamed is that we can call him OUR GOD.
This fresh analogy comes to mind. Travelling as a single woman, it seems on this trip there has been a lot of flirtatious men, from giving me discounts in stores even with my mother! But I long to honor my husband by not giving even a second glance, but even looking away and you know how much I love eye contact. NOT in those situations. I long to show off my ring and declare that I have a wonderful husband at home. Every single one of these guys, some married, some not, KNOW I really LOVE my husband and as a result my faithfulness along with unashamedly declaring it, proves thus.
It is no different with MY GOD. I LOVE Him. I will never push my God on anyone, but let me tell you I won’t share the intimacy I have with Him either. Each one of us is called to really KNOW him intimately. He desires this from each of us.
I love you Lord. May my actions declare this to everyone that you chose to cross my path. May I reflect your love in a way that threatens evil.
This business man responds quietly, “It’s ok.”
Quiet pause. Then with head down he continues, “I don’t get a Christmas this year.”
Sympathetically I respond, “Oh no, why?” Pulling his eyes to look in mine.
He does and seeing sincerity shares, “I have to work.” Then adds “Plus I’m single”.
Now my discernment going off, this is not a pick up line. Really. His heart is aching, I can feel it and I sense this is his first Christmas perhaps, being separated or divorced.
The elevator opens, and all I can find myself to say before I have to catch the shuttle is “It’s ok because Christmas is everyday.” And I smile genuinely.
With that I quickened my step and look joyfully at the counter reception as I practically sang, “Good morning!” to them in passing. Again just fresh out of my quiet time with God, which always refreshes my Spirit and floods my soul with joy. The staff couldn’t help but almost laugh as they smile, ear to ear declaring, “GOOD morning to you!!”
The sad man still kind of lingered waiting for his appointment. Again not pressing me, but stirring as if I was a counselor. I could tell. At one point he came outside where I was waiting, stood for a whole second and then went back in. I realized when I got on the bus that I should’ve reached to him again, as that was a big step for him and he wanted to share more, but also was polite and didn’t want to feel like he was trying to pick me up. I simply prayed for that man that he would have a simple breath of hope from our encounter.
Then I sit on the shuttle working on my blackberry when God prompts me to shut it off and reach to this young guy next to me on the shuttle. I so wonder how Jesus would act with people he encountered, and yet if I just listen to Him in me, He takes over and shows me how He would act. But I need to be willing to listen to Him and then act in obedience.
So it’s just us on this shuttle and a kind older man driving. I ask him if he’s headed home? He then goes on to open his heart of discouragement but in a gentle way. Telling me he came from Quebec City to go to Brazil for 5 weeks of intensive athletic training but didn’t have the proper documentation, went downtown TO as told to but they can’t get it for a month, so he’s headed back home. The bus driver listening in, tells him there is one spot he can go to but would need to pay $$$, he shrugs his shoulders and says, "It’s ok.”
I look at him again, drawing his eyes, and well you know me… encourage him that there is a reason he is not to go. And he said, “Funny you say that, I have wondered that.” Then we went on for the next 15 minutes by the end talking of his good friend who’s competing in the Olympics. By the end he was smiling and I bid him goodbye.
As the old man helps me with my luggage, He looks at me in an affirming encouraging way, knowing exactly what I had just done to lift his spirit as he was trying to do initially. Then he smiled at me in a way that honestly, I felt as if it was a smile of God. Hard to explain, but what it did to my spirit. Man… I could’ve flown myself home at this point without a plane! LOL!
As I’m going to check in, they don’t have me. Stresses me for a moment, as I always travel very close to the allotted departure time. Those of you that know me are laughing! She tries several times and goes to get a supervisor. Then I pray, and ask God. I move to the next line, ask again. She types me in and finds me.
Next I go through security can’t find my passport anywhere. Look everywhere in my purse. Stressed again. I move aside, setting everything down and pray. Then pick up my purse, it’s right there. Now this usually doesn’t happen to me like this, but I gotta tell you it’s blowing me away this morning.
Then as we’re going through security I have a moment thinking how I’d love to sit beside the guy looking in the carry on bags, and if I could really look at them Iwould have a lot of fun telling you a lot of what I can discern about that person, from simply seeing what is in their carry on. I’m serious. You can tell so much from the little things.
Now I’m sitting here on the plane and reading my bible listening to worship and once again find I have 50 different thoughts from scripture I want to share but have already wrote much more than usual.
Reading Heb 11, such an inspiring chapter. But as I sit here with my bible open I’ve got a young guy next to me dressed in his rapping gear, listening to his rap music so loud I can hear it all. He’s shocked that I’m reading my bible. He keeps trying to look out of the corner of his eye, rather blown away that my bible looks actually used. I find him a little convicted but I will not be ashamed. I have the truth… I’m sick of the darkness snuffing out the light. I LOVE my God, and won’t be ashamed of Him.
Then as I’m reading it’s once again it’s God speaking to me from His word, Heb 11: 16, 17 these great heroes of faith (something I want to be) “longing for a better country… a heavenly one. Therefore God’s not ashamed to be called their God, for he has a city prepared for them.”
How awesome is that? GOD is not ashamed to be CALLED THEIR GOD. Not us ashamed to be His kids, but rather the privilege He GIVES to those that aren’t ashamed is that we can call him OUR GOD.
This fresh analogy comes to mind. Travelling as a single woman, it seems on this trip there has been a lot of flirtatious men, from giving me discounts in stores even with my mother! But I long to honor my husband by not giving even a second glance, but even looking away and you know how much I love eye contact. NOT in those situations. I long to show off my ring and declare that I have a wonderful husband at home. Every single one of these guys, some married, some not, KNOW I really LOVE my husband and as a result my faithfulness along with unashamedly declaring it, proves thus.
It is no different with MY GOD. I LOVE Him. I will never push my God on anyone, but let me tell you I won’t share the intimacy I have with Him either. Each one of us is called to really KNOW him intimately. He desires this from each of us.
I love you Lord. May my actions declare this to everyone that you chose to cross my path. May I reflect your love in a way that threatens evil.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
High on the Favor Chart
THANK YOU for your emails to me regarding my blog. I am thankful that God is using them to encourage you daily and that motivates me to keep at it. :)
Here's God for you... I get an email from one of you just yesterday, graciously thanking me for this blog then going on to share more intimately her hard journey at this time. How she is pressing into God and little reminders in this blog inspires her in that. I haven't seen her for years. I didn't even get the chance to respond to her email but I suppose that is because God wanted me to share with her in person. So as I join Mom and Dad at their church this morning who ends up sitting next to me?? You got it! Amazing eh? So God!
Today as I ponder the Christmas story I think of Mary and how the angel's words to her were, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you." Luke 1:28
I LOVE the exclamation ! You think I'm passionate... can you imagine an angel with an ! wow.... Now it's the next part that really gets me.
"...you who are HIGHLY FAVORED."
How was Mary viewed? Who was she known as? What would be the best words to describe Mary? Well.. there we have it, "Highly Favored by God." wow again....
If I were Mary, my bio would just read, "Mary, Highly Favored." What else do you need to say??
All heaven would have known this Mary, even before the world knew she would be the mother of Jesus.
Now counter that with what the world saw of Mary before any of this. Perhaps just a young ordinary, quiet, obedient girl, that didn't quite fit in with the "cool crowd" but rather blended in as a very average young lady?
I so admire how God uses things and people that the world says are nothing, to be EVERYTHING for Him. 1 Cor 1:27 Only HE can do that!! It's the underdog story a million times over with God. He simply desires hearts that are humble and obedient to Him. (Luke 1:48)
I wonder how many people we look at every day that are favored with God? Let alone "Highly Favored!?"
My heart is stirred again by this heroic story. I too want to be Highly Favored by His Majesty. That to me, is my focus. Say what you like, but I'll hold to hope that God can chose to HIGHLY FAVOR young ordinary women if HE SO CHOOSES.
And on top of that He chooses nobodies to be somebodies in the eternal kingdom. Looks like we've got some good odds in our favor already. :)
My hope is in His Word.
Here's God for you... I get an email from one of you just yesterday, graciously thanking me for this blog then going on to share more intimately her hard journey at this time. How she is pressing into God and little reminders in this blog inspires her in that. I haven't seen her for years. I didn't even get the chance to respond to her email but I suppose that is because God wanted me to share with her in person. So as I join Mom and Dad at their church this morning who ends up sitting next to me?? You got it! Amazing eh? So God!
Today as I ponder the Christmas story I think of Mary and how the angel's words to her were, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you." Luke 1:28
I LOVE the exclamation ! You think I'm passionate... can you imagine an angel with an ! wow.... Now it's the next part that really gets me.
"...you who are HIGHLY FAVORED."
How was Mary viewed? Who was she known as? What would be the best words to describe Mary? Well.. there we have it, "Highly Favored by God." wow again....
If I were Mary, my bio would just read, "Mary, Highly Favored." What else do you need to say??
All heaven would have known this Mary, even before the world knew she would be the mother of Jesus.
Now counter that with what the world saw of Mary before any of this. Perhaps just a young ordinary, quiet, obedient girl, that didn't quite fit in with the "cool crowd" but rather blended in as a very average young lady?
I so admire how God uses things and people that the world says are nothing, to be EVERYTHING for Him. 1 Cor 1:27 Only HE can do that!! It's the underdog story a million times over with God. He simply desires hearts that are humble and obedient to Him. (Luke 1:48)
I wonder how many people we look at every day that are favored with God? Let alone "Highly Favored!?"
My heart is stirred again by this heroic story. I too want to be Highly Favored by His Majesty. That to me, is my focus. Say what you like, but I'll hold to hope that God can chose to HIGHLY FAVOR young ordinary women if HE SO CHOOSES.
And on top of that He chooses nobodies to be somebodies in the eternal kingdom. Looks like we've got some good odds in our favor already. :)
My hope is in His Word.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Outstanding Debts
Random 1: I read an ad for a Green Environment campaign that says, "We're all guests on planet earth." Amen to that. ( 1Peter 2:11)
Random 2: While travelling I realize a dead blackberry is useless. How often we forget chargers! What good is the best blackberry without a charger and a dead battery?! Really. The charger is essential or else the device is useless. God reminds me that so is our lives, without Him as the charger. Not just that but we constantly need to recharge. Daily!
Feature: The greatest today was feeling the joy of being obedient to the nudge of the Spirit 2 weeks ago. It came after performing the funeral for a 26 year old beautiful and talented woman who died unexpectedly. I felt a nudge and longing to go back to Ontario and visit my own parents. I did the funeral Sat, and really asked God again that Sunday morning if He would make it clear if I should go. The young woman's mother who had passed away, came back to church that Sunday to find me (she also lives in Ontario) to tell me that I should visit my parents. ??? She had no idea of my conversation with God that morning and so we embraced each other in the lobby and shared tears together.
Today I am writing this blog from my father's computer in Ontario. :) His NEW laptop...I'll let you know! He's keeping up on his technology. I just flew back to surprise them. How wonderful it was to trick my mom into asking for another coat size at her work, when she turned to help and saw it was me, speechless. She just stood and stared. And then as she came around the counter and hugged me something happened in my spirit, for I don't often cry at these encounters. But as she held me as mom's do and wept, I joined her. My spirit at peace, glued to that of my mother. We couldn't move for a bit but just stood in the middle of the store crying and hugging. The store manager was tearing up. People wondered if we were filming a Hallmark movie?? LOL!
From there we surprised Dad too and when he realized I wasn't just piggybacking on a speaking engagement here, but that I'd come specifically to see him, a switch went on and the overwhelming love in his heart gushed. How I love my parents.
The move across the country from them, has been hard. I've missed my Sundays with Dad pondering and talking deep scriptures, talks of current affairs, fixing something together, or having him remind me of my weakness on the tennis court. I've missed mom's caring ways, her sensitivity to matters of the heart, decorating with her, and her incredible listening ear.
I don't talk much of my parents, perhaps because it hurts when you can't always see them as much as you want to, but I've stayed up even now talking with my youngest sister.. (who's a HOOT by the way!) just reminding each other of what amazing parents we have. We are truly blessed!
Christmas isn't about the "merchandise" giving as much as the gift of BEING together and sharing moments full of love that really are priceless. There's only one debt I will carry through Christmas, and only one.
Romans 13:8
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the debt to love one another.
Here and There.
Now and Forever.
Mom and Dad, I love you.
xo
Random 2: While travelling I realize a dead blackberry is useless. How often we forget chargers! What good is the best blackberry without a charger and a dead battery?! Really. The charger is essential or else the device is useless. God reminds me that so is our lives, without Him as the charger. Not just that but we constantly need to recharge. Daily!
Feature: The greatest today was feeling the joy of being obedient to the nudge of the Spirit 2 weeks ago. It came after performing the funeral for a 26 year old beautiful and talented woman who died unexpectedly. I felt a nudge and longing to go back to Ontario and visit my own parents. I did the funeral Sat, and really asked God again that Sunday morning if He would make it clear if I should go. The young woman's mother who had passed away, came back to church that Sunday to find me (she also lives in Ontario) to tell me that I should visit my parents. ??? She had no idea of my conversation with God that morning and so we embraced each other in the lobby and shared tears together.
Today I am writing this blog from my father's computer in Ontario. :) His NEW laptop...I'll let you know! He's keeping up on his technology. I just flew back to surprise them. How wonderful it was to trick my mom into asking for another coat size at her work, when she turned to help and saw it was me, speechless. She just stood and stared. And then as she came around the counter and hugged me something happened in my spirit, for I don't often cry at these encounters. But as she held me as mom's do and wept, I joined her. My spirit at peace, glued to that of my mother. We couldn't move for a bit but just stood in the middle of the store crying and hugging. The store manager was tearing up. People wondered if we were filming a Hallmark movie?? LOL!
From there we surprised Dad too and when he realized I wasn't just piggybacking on a speaking engagement here, but that I'd come specifically to see him, a switch went on and the overwhelming love in his heart gushed. How I love my parents.
The move across the country from them, has been hard. I've missed my Sundays with Dad pondering and talking deep scriptures, talks of current affairs, fixing something together, or having him remind me of my weakness on the tennis court. I've missed mom's caring ways, her sensitivity to matters of the heart, decorating with her, and her incredible listening ear.
I don't talk much of my parents, perhaps because it hurts when you can't always see them as much as you want to, but I've stayed up even now talking with my youngest sister.. (who's a HOOT by the way!) just reminding each other of what amazing parents we have. We are truly blessed!
Christmas isn't about the "merchandise" giving as much as the gift of BEING together and sharing moments full of love that really are priceless. There's only one debt I will carry through Christmas, and only one.
Romans 13:8
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the debt to love one another.
Here and There.
Now and Forever.
Mom and Dad, I love you.
xo
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Flying High or Running Wild?
So many things going off in my heart and mind today… which one shall I write about??
Do you realize how much energy flows from an airport? And I’m not talking gas, hydro, water, etc. I’m speaking of energies that come from peoples’ spirits? I witness deep powerful heart wrenching goodbyes, countered by rich warm, suffocating “hellos”. From parents to children, to lovers, good friends and grand parents these moments are beautiful to witness. From there you sense the excitement in families as they head off for vacation, home for Christmas, skiing or sea shell hunting. Some you can see deep sadness knowing they have flown for reasons of death or serious illness. This too is full of power; that of deep sorrow. Some are university students with an excitement for real home cooked food and a comfy bed with clean sheets and duvets.
As I look around me, I sense the realness to all of these moments and ponder it in my heart, imagining all the different life stories. Even my own tender goodbye kisses and embraces were more sincere and heartfelt than our regular goodbye before school/work. Why is it that our human nature is wired in such? How it drives me nuts. I want to always give my best…from even the hugs and kisses we give one another.
As I sit on the plane I pull out my bible and read in Jeremiah. I LOVE reading my bible up in the heavens. I am reminded every single time we take off, that we are so small.
I look upon Mission Creek the very place I ran this morning. It vanishes instantly and I think, “God how can you even see me way down there, let alone get right into my heart and search it all out??” Craziness… and yet I love it!
I also love to run in nature. I feel as free as my legs will allow me, which isn’t really, but you know how it is.
Brea has been uploading all our cds to the MAC and I recently synced my iPod to include these. Many songs I knew, but randomly this one came on as I was running last week that I had never heard before and it moved me. It captured my spirit even as I ran. I left it at that, not even knowing the artist, until it randomly was the first song to play on my iPod at this very moment.
Having just read the passage in Jeremiah I listened to this song. It still didn’t name the artist, but was Unknown #16. Those of you that have read my book, know that 16 has become divinely significant between God and me. So this blessed me coupled with being sat in Row 16.
My heart has been stirred of late to run as I never have. To give it all I have that I may run so free, not worried about things in this world that hold us back; things that we can never take with us. To run fearlessly. To love without caution, recklessly.
As I look out the window I meditate on what I’ve just read including Jeremiah 12:5 in which God says to Jeremiah, “If you have raced with people on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses?” I think of how I long to run as a horse run; so powerfully, free, putting even humans to shame. I marvel at how God’s created them. And then this song comes on
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWIVi_Oa4as
Here’s a link so you can listen to it. Don’t watch the video but LISTEN to the words.
I felt as if I was in God’s movie as He has the soundtrack playing for this teaching lesson. How does He do this? No wonder He keeps me coming back on the hour for such amazing moments!
He then moves me from this teaching to my practical.
The stewardess looks at me and says with a joyful excitement, “I know you!” The guy beside me is rather surprised as she says, “You live in my building.” Although I didn’t recognize her she was correct.
I responded to with genuine warmth, excited of the commonality we shared. She then offers to get me drinks, dinner, snacks all covered by her. I was in shock, but once again marvel at God’s hand. I am so grateful and reminded that even when we are unaware of those watching us, He’s well at work.
I want every moment, from that encounter with the stewardess, to the daily embrace I give my family and friends to be one that if it was my last, they would be completely thrilled with the fullness to which it was given.
Side note: There’s another phrase in that song that echoes my heart before God on a deeper more intimate level but that’s another blog in itself! Lol!
For those that are wondering, it starts with … “Recklessly abandoning ______ “ and ends with “feel”
Do you realize how much energy flows from an airport? And I’m not talking gas, hydro, water, etc. I’m speaking of energies that come from peoples’ spirits? I witness deep powerful heart wrenching goodbyes, countered by rich warm, suffocating “hellos”. From parents to children, to lovers, good friends and grand parents these moments are beautiful to witness. From there you sense the excitement in families as they head off for vacation, home for Christmas, skiing or sea shell hunting. Some you can see deep sadness knowing they have flown for reasons of death or serious illness. This too is full of power; that of deep sorrow. Some are university students with an excitement for real home cooked food and a comfy bed with clean sheets and duvets.
As I look around me, I sense the realness to all of these moments and ponder it in my heart, imagining all the different life stories. Even my own tender goodbye kisses and embraces were more sincere and heartfelt than our regular goodbye before school/work. Why is it that our human nature is wired in such? How it drives me nuts. I want to always give my best…from even the hugs and kisses we give one another.
As I sit on the plane I pull out my bible and read in Jeremiah. I LOVE reading my bible up in the heavens. I am reminded every single time we take off, that we are so small.
I look upon Mission Creek the very place I ran this morning. It vanishes instantly and I think, “God how can you even see me way down there, let alone get right into my heart and search it all out??” Craziness… and yet I love it!
I also love to run in nature. I feel as free as my legs will allow me, which isn’t really, but you know how it is.
Brea has been uploading all our cds to the MAC and I recently synced my iPod to include these. Many songs I knew, but randomly this one came on as I was running last week that I had never heard before and it moved me. It captured my spirit even as I ran. I left it at that, not even knowing the artist, until it randomly was the first song to play on my iPod at this very moment.
Having just read the passage in Jeremiah I listened to this song. It still didn’t name the artist, but was Unknown #16. Those of you that have read my book, know that 16 has become divinely significant between God and me. So this blessed me coupled with being sat in Row 16.
My heart has been stirred of late to run as I never have. To give it all I have that I may run so free, not worried about things in this world that hold us back; things that we can never take with us. To run fearlessly. To love without caution, recklessly.
As I look out the window I meditate on what I’ve just read including Jeremiah 12:5 in which God says to Jeremiah, “If you have raced with people on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses?” I think of how I long to run as a horse run; so powerfully, free, putting even humans to shame. I marvel at how God’s created them. And then this song comes on
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWIVi_Oa4as
Here’s a link so you can listen to it. Don’t watch the video but LISTEN to the words.
I felt as if I was in God’s movie as He has the soundtrack playing for this teaching lesson. How does He do this? No wonder He keeps me coming back on the hour for such amazing moments!
He then moves me from this teaching to my practical.
The stewardess looks at me and says with a joyful excitement, “I know you!” The guy beside me is rather surprised as she says, “You live in my building.” Although I didn’t recognize her she was correct.
I responded to with genuine warmth, excited of the commonality we shared. She then offers to get me drinks, dinner, snacks all covered by her. I was in shock, but once again marvel at God’s hand. I am so grateful and reminded that even when we are unaware of those watching us, He’s well at work.
I want every moment, from that encounter with the stewardess, to the daily embrace I give my family and friends to be one that if it was my last, they would be completely thrilled with the fullness to which it was given.
Side note: There’s another phrase in that song that echoes my heart before God on a deeper more intimate level but that’s another blog in itself! Lol!
For those that are wondering, it starts with … “Recklessly abandoning ______ “ and ends with “feel”
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Brea's EGGSortation
I have come to guard my pick up times from Brea's sports' practises as it is just her and I in the confinement of our car. It is a safe place to which is consistent for her, especially in our new blended family and how the conversation doth flow! It allows each of us to share intimately.
Topics are rarely the same, and those that know us well will laugh in agreement on that one. Yesterday she came up with an object lesson for me.
You see, she never liked eggs, until we got married. My husband makes amazing breakfasts resulting in a change of mind that allows Brea's palate deep joy in eggs of all styles. Every morning they rotate who choses what they want for breakfast and he is faithful and joyful in being Chef Boyardi! This has become one of many foundational pieces to the stability of our new family.
Brea's object lesson: "Mom I was thinking during breakfast this morning, that I REALLY like the yolks.. they are my favorite. And you like the egg white. So it's like WE are an egg. I'm the yoke, you're the egg white that surrounds me, and God is like the shell. The hard protector that keeps our relationship in tact. He keeps us close. As one, even though separate."
I was thankful on many levels. 1. That her mind was thinking of God, 2.us, and 3.me. 4. She was being creative in her thoughts, while showcasing truth in a way that was personal and real.
For some, you may think God is way beyond eggs, and yes He is. BUT He does indeed still care for them. Crazy eh? He makes note of it as rule for the Israelites in the importance of a mom and her egg and that they couldn't take the mother, the young or the egg! Amazing, the heart of God!
Deuteronomy 22:6If you come across a bird's nest beside the road, either in a tree or on the ground, and the mother is sitting on the young or on the eggs, do not take the mother with the young.Deuteronomy
I delight in a God that moves mountains, splits the earth, blows icy blasts that bring people to a stand still, all while keeping an eye on Mother Goose and baby goslings.
And you think God doesn't know what He's doing?! I can see Him now.. laughing with joy as our family marvels at the many different ways to cook this invention of the egg He's blessed us with.
Topics are rarely the same, and those that know us well will laugh in agreement on that one. Yesterday she came up with an object lesson for me.
You see, she never liked eggs, until we got married. My husband makes amazing breakfasts resulting in a change of mind that allows Brea's palate deep joy in eggs of all styles. Every morning they rotate who choses what they want for breakfast and he is faithful and joyful in being Chef Boyardi! This has become one of many foundational pieces to the stability of our new family.
Brea's object lesson: "Mom I was thinking during breakfast this morning, that I REALLY like the yolks.. they are my favorite. And you like the egg white. So it's like WE are an egg. I'm the yoke, you're the egg white that surrounds me, and God is like the shell. The hard protector that keeps our relationship in tact. He keeps us close. As one, even though separate."
I was thankful on many levels. 1. That her mind was thinking of God, 2.us, and 3.me. 4. She was being creative in her thoughts, while showcasing truth in a way that was personal and real.
For some, you may think God is way beyond eggs, and yes He is. BUT He does indeed still care for them. Crazy eh? He makes note of it as rule for the Israelites in the importance of a mom and her egg and that they couldn't take the mother, the young or the egg! Amazing, the heart of God!
Deuteronomy 22:6If you come across a bird's nest beside the road, either in a tree or on the ground, and the mother is sitting on the young or on the eggs, do not take the mother with the young.Deuteronomy
I delight in a God that moves mountains, splits the earth, blows icy blasts that bring people to a stand still, all while keeping an eye on Mother Goose and baby goslings.
And you think God doesn't know what He's doing?! I can see Him now.. laughing with joy as our family marvels at the many different ways to cook this invention of the egg He's blessed us with.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
FORE!
Why is it we so love to focus on others’ mistakes or their falling into temptation, rather than our own?
Is it easier? Does it make us feel better? Does it help to justify our own mistakes or make them seem of less significance? Does it distract us or elevate us thinking we are in a place of power to judge others? REALLY… think about it. For we do it all the time.
Most recently, it’s been Tiger Woods. The amount of money, time, media resources, meaningless gossip, that have gone into showcasing this personal failure of his, leave me feeling embarrassed actually.
God reminds us to be very careful when we think we are in a high place, for our pride will be the kicker to a serious downfall. (Isaiah 26:5 He humbles those who dwell on high. Proverbs 16:18 Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. ) Hollywood, Sports Champions, the Rich and Famous are not excluded from this principle, actually truth is, they are even more vulnerable. The real difference is their lives are open books, and many eyes are glued upon them. It is in times like these how they would love to crawl in a hole and hide.
Matthew 7:3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? When I think of Tiger, honestly, my heart looks at my own sin.
The Lord knows I have enough of it, and though I’ve never fooled around on my husband, all sin is sin. Only one is the Judge. God. (Psalm 50:6) Who are you and I to stand in that place?!
So I pray that in this time of brokenness and humility with the Woods, they would seek to ask God for forgiveness. That He would in turn help them in their marriage and with their family. God LOVES to restore when we turn to Him! Imagine a Tiger Woods taking pride in a God who grants second chances and when cameras are in awe of his once broken, “now turned loving” marriage, he would be quick to give God the glory.
So as I think on these things, here’s my heart: “I want to live my life to please the ultimate Judge for one day we will ALL bow before Him. ALL of us. Can you imagine?! Then what will our excuses be as our lives testify about us?”
I am so far from perfect, it’s embarrassing… BUT… I chose to walk humbly with our God and to LOVE His mercy. (Micah 6:8) For it’s then, that He keeps my game well below par. I’m playing to win… but not the way the world wins!
Is it easier? Does it make us feel better? Does it help to justify our own mistakes or make them seem of less significance? Does it distract us or elevate us thinking we are in a place of power to judge others? REALLY… think about it. For we do it all the time.
Most recently, it’s been Tiger Woods. The amount of money, time, media resources, meaningless gossip, that have gone into showcasing this personal failure of his, leave me feeling embarrassed actually.
God reminds us to be very careful when we think we are in a high place, for our pride will be the kicker to a serious downfall. (Isaiah 26:5 He humbles those who dwell on high. Proverbs 16:18 Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. ) Hollywood, Sports Champions, the Rich and Famous are not excluded from this principle, actually truth is, they are even more vulnerable. The real difference is their lives are open books, and many eyes are glued upon them. It is in times like these how they would love to crawl in a hole and hide.
Matthew 7:3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? When I think of Tiger, honestly, my heart looks at my own sin.
The Lord knows I have enough of it, and though I’ve never fooled around on my husband, all sin is sin. Only one is the Judge. God. (Psalm 50:6) Who are you and I to stand in that place?!
So I pray that in this time of brokenness and humility with the Woods, they would seek to ask God for forgiveness. That He would in turn help them in their marriage and with their family. God LOVES to restore when we turn to Him! Imagine a Tiger Woods taking pride in a God who grants second chances and when cameras are in awe of his once broken, “now turned loving” marriage, he would be quick to give God the glory.
So as I think on these things, here’s my heart: “I want to live my life to please the ultimate Judge for one day we will ALL bow before Him. ALL of us. Can you imagine?! Then what will our excuses be as our lives testify about us?”
I am so far from perfect, it’s embarrassing… BUT… I chose to walk humbly with our God and to LOVE His mercy. (Micah 6:8) For it’s then, that He keeps my game well below par. I’m playing to win… but not the way the world wins!
Monday, December 7, 2009
Honorable Love
When two people mutually want the utmost honor for one another is that not a beautiful picture of love?
Read John 5:22-23 This is such an amazing picture of the relationship the Father and Son have. They mutually want what's best for one another. Do we desire that in our marriages? Really? Do we respect our children the way we want them to respect us?
I've been working on this with both my husband and children. When people honor them, they really do honor me. When I honor my daughter, she is moved and inspired to return that honor to me.
It wasn't that long ago, a pack of gum she'd bought was sitting on the counter. As I reached for the pack to grab a piece, I could hear His voice, "Shouldn't you ask her before taking one?" I was simply going to dismiss the voice thinking it was something so insignificant... and yet was convicted. I submitted realizing it was HERS. If I respected her, I would honor her in this. And so I did. (It wasn't easy. I really wanted a piece!)
When she came home I told her about the situation. She was truly blown away and felt so respected that I would honor her with this. She gladly gave me a piece but with this piece came a deeper trust and respect built in our relationship.
Only God can make a stick of gum so incredibly valuable! May we not miss an opportunity to show honor to those you love, even in the little things.
Read John 5:22-23 This is such an amazing picture of the relationship the Father and Son have. They mutually want what's best for one another. Do we desire that in our marriages? Really? Do we respect our children the way we want them to respect us?
I've been working on this with both my husband and children. When people honor them, they really do honor me. When I honor my daughter, she is moved and inspired to return that honor to me.
It wasn't that long ago, a pack of gum she'd bought was sitting on the counter. As I reached for the pack to grab a piece, I could hear His voice, "Shouldn't you ask her before taking one?" I was simply going to dismiss the voice thinking it was something so insignificant... and yet was convicted. I submitted realizing it was HERS. If I respected her, I would honor her in this. And so I did. (It wasn't easy. I really wanted a piece!)
When she came home I told her about the situation. She was truly blown away and felt so respected that I would honor her with this. She gladly gave me a piece but with this piece came a deeper trust and respect built in our relationship.
Only God can make a stick of gum so incredibly valuable! May we not miss an opportunity to show honor to those you love, even in the little things.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Does TIME "TIE" "ME"?
Here I sit amongst 500 other Canadian Youth Leaders as we are being addressed by a Keynote Speaker. Behind him on the power point is a slide that simply reads, “TIME”. I find myself thinking deeper on that, as it’s been a theme of our leader’s discussions over the last week. How we have become a slave to time clocks.
So as this man is talking I find myself lost in another teaching of the Spirit.
Time clicking devices are constantly in our face, dictating our schedules, luring us into an often self inflicted slavery. But really how can we not adhere to it? It’s not time itself that is the issue but being mastered by it is. The essence of time ceases to exist when we move more in the Spirit. What does that mean? Well… for those of you that know me I try to avoid the clock as much as possible. How often can you be having the best time in a meeting or conversation and all of a sudden the clock strikes the 12 and you are up and out of there, abruptly changing the flow of freedom and fun that was moving? Not to say it isn’t understandable, but rather leaves us disappointed.
When I am keynote speaking, I chose not to be mastered by the clock, but rather move in what I’m called to teach or talk on in that time. Often it flows right through the warranted time. Perhaps it’s a bit longer or shorter than so accounted for, but it always seems as if adjustments can be made when people are engaged. I can’t even remember looking at a watch or a clock. I even refuse to have a watch sitting on the pulpit with me.
I’ve also adjusted my body to not using an alarm clock. Literally. You can ask my husband. My body wakes up in a natural routine that flows to awake early every morning. I have found more peace when I awake now, rather than to a buzzer interrupting. This takes time for your body to adjust to, but I wouldn’t have it any other way now.
So as the word “TIME” stares me in the face, I then hear His voice say “What do you see in that word Carrie?”
I look for a moment and then I see, “Ti” “Me”. Wow…..
Tie, me. Is a slave not TIED UP? Tie me up by the clock and I shall become enslaved to it.
How true! I see so many dictated by it; not leaving any margin for flexibility let alone a sudden change of agenda in their schedules. Is it a control issue? Is it because our society is governed deeply by it? Is it because we seem to have less time despite our many modern conveniences? How valuable time has become! Really.
As I’m having this thought, the speaker non shallantly looks at his watch to see how much time he has left during a lull in his speech.
Then I realize that the “Tie Me” is literal too! In the sense of our watches! Here we TIE this idol around our wrists as if to have that face constantly in our face! How often we feel so lost if we forget to wear our watch for a day.
The only thing that the Lord told us that was worth tying around our foreheads and hands, in order not to forget, was His Commands. (Deut 6:8)
Now granted we can’t just pull ourselves from our time driven society, but we CAN simply not let it master us. Start to blend some hard stops to just finish deep connection times, including our quiet times with Him. Imagine if every time I was with my husband after thirty minutes an alarm would go off signaling my next appointment. Would he feel loved? What is more important, the clock or him?
.
Acts 1:7Jesus said: "It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.
Even Jesus has reminded us that ultimately the Father owns THE schedule. May TIME be a gage, not a dictatorship, no strings attached.
So as this man is talking I find myself lost in another teaching of the Spirit.
Time clicking devices are constantly in our face, dictating our schedules, luring us into an often self inflicted slavery. But really how can we not adhere to it? It’s not time itself that is the issue but being mastered by it is. The essence of time ceases to exist when we move more in the Spirit. What does that mean? Well… for those of you that know me I try to avoid the clock as much as possible. How often can you be having the best time in a meeting or conversation and all of a sudden the clock strikes the 12 and you are up and out of there, abruptly changing the flow of freedom and fun that was moving? Not to say it isn’t understandable, but rather leaves us disappointed.
When I am keynote speaking, I chose not to be mastered by the clock, but rather move in what I’m called to teach or talk on in that time. Often it flows right through the warranted time. Perhaps it’s a bit longer or shorter than so accounted for, but it always seems as if adjustments can be made when people are engaged. I can’t even remember looking at a watch or a clock. I even refuse to have a watch sitting on the pulpit with me.
I’ve also adjusted my body to not using an alarm clock. Literally. You can ask my husband. My body wakes up in a natural routine that flows to awake early every morning. I have found more peace when I awake now, rather than to a buzzer interrupting. This takes time for your body to adjust to, but I wouldn’t have it any other way now.
So as the word “TIME” stares me in the face, I then hear His voice say “What do you see in that word Carrie?”
I look for a moment and then I see, “Ti” “Me”. Wow…..
Tie, me. Is a slave not TIED UP? Tie me up by the clock and I shall become enslaved to it.
How true! I see so many dictated by it; not leaving any margin for flexibility let alone a sudden change of agenda in their schedules. Is it a control issue? Is it because our society is governed deeply by it? Is it because we seem to have less time despite our many modern conveniences? How valuable time has become! Really.
As I’m having this thought, the speaker non shallantly looks at his watch to see how much time he has left during a lull in his speech.
Then I realize that the “Tie Me” is literal too! In the sense of our watches! Here we TIE this idol around our wrists as if to have that face constantly in our face! How often we feel so lost if we forget to wear our watch for a day.
The only thing that the Lord told us that was worth tying around our foreheads and hands, in order not to forget, was His Commands. (Deut 6:8)
Now granted we can’t just pull ourselves from our time driven society, but we CAN simply not let it master us. Start to blend some hard stops to just finish deep connection times, including our quiet times with Him. Imagine if every time I was with my husband after thirty minutes an alarm would go off signaling my next appointment. Would he feel loved? What is more important, the clock or him?
.
Acts 1:7Jesus said: "It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.
Even Jesus has reminded us that ultimately the Father owns THE schedule. May TIME be a gage, not a dictatorship, no strings attached.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
What am I Overflowing?
Enroute to a conference in Vancouver, four of us in a rental car meticulously packed as one of us literally has bags from Africa where she has been for five months.
I have come to not only cherish but seek out moments in which I can get the freshest report possible from those who are eyewitnesses to events, people or places. I know even for myself when asked about something for the first time, I will often give a more vivid description/specific details than when asked the fifth time. Sometimes thoughts can be forgotten over time as well.
This woman shares much about Africa and the people with such enthusiasm! Yet what I find most remarkable is in five months, how deeply the culture continues to weigh on her. She seems to have these simple yet built in safety mechanisms, along with an appreciation for things we completely take for granted or don’t even bother to give a second thought to.
As she waits in Subway for a glass of water, the lady serving her turns on the tap and leaves it running for a bit until it turns cold. It was if red alert was going off in this young woman as she had trained herself, even subconsciously, that just couldn’t happen. Now her eyes are open to how much water we waste for its value has been reset in her world.
The luxury of just turning on a shower to have hot water instantly brings her instant delight that lasts well beyond the one hour it would take to get the water heated enough to just have warmth.
Or how about a COLD drink? You could pay a bit more for a “cool” drink but “cold” was a different story. And ice… well non existent.
It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another to witness a young woman so incredibly thankful for little things that I rarely give thought to, let alone take time to savor.
Colossians 4:6 reminds us to be “overflowing with thankfulness.” I want to replace the overflow of my water with my thankfulness.
So as I carry my ice bucket back to my hotel room even now, I find myself saying “Thank you Lord, for the luxury of ice. Something so available and free, that some dear folk may never see.”
I have come to not only cherish but seek out moments in which I can get the freshest report possible from those who are eyewitnesses to events, people or places. I know even for myself when asked about something for the first time, I will often give a more vivid description/specific details than when asked the fifth time. Sometimes thoughts can be forgotten over time as well.
This woman shares much about Africa and the people with such enthusiasm! Yet what I find most remarkable is in five months, how deeply the culture continues to weigh on her. She seems to have these simple yet built in safety mechanisms, along with an appreciation for things we completely take for granted or don’t even bother to give a second thought to.
As she waits in Subway for a glass of water, the lady serving her turns on the tap and leaves it running for a bit until it turns cold. It was if red alert was going off in this young woman as she had trained herself, even subconsciously, that just couldn’t happen. Now her eyes are open to how much water we waste for its value has been reset in her world.
The luxury of just turning on a shower to have hot water instantly brings her instant delight that lasts well beyond the one hour it would take to get the water heated enough to just have warmth.
Or how about a COLD drink? You could pay a bit more for a “cool” drink but “cold” was a different story. And ice… well non existent.
It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another to witness a young woman so incredibly thankful for little things that I rarely give thought to, let alone take time to savor.
Colossians 4:6 reminds us to be “overflowing with thankfulness.” I want to replace the overflow of my water with my thankfulness.
So as I carry my ice bucket back to my hotel room even now, I find myself saying “Thank you Lord, for the luxury of ice. Something so available and free, that some dear folk may never see.”
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My Dad Outruns Them All
I have had the joy of witnessing some of our very own young people travel across the world on Mission projects. These young people are truly amazing! And yet I’m left here in Kelowna with their parents who love them so dearly. As I sit across from one of them yesterday she gives us a brief update. Though she’s incredibly strong, her voice quivers and her eyes fill up as her daughter is such a remote area they can’t talk to her for 3 weeks.
I see another incredible leader of thousands, light up in a new way when asked about his daughter’s return from Africa after 6 months. Being with these leading parents, and knowing their children well, I deeply ponder how their hearts ache to be able to share more intimately, readily and in person but cannot.
My thoughts then go beyond as God shows me how much deeper is the heartache and pain he feels when His kids are away or apart from Him. His heart too pains, all the more for daily conversations and time. To “do LIFE” with us is what He desires, hence He calls Himself Emmanuel which means “God WITH us.”
He speaks to me of what this looks like in Luke 15:20. The Prodigal child, though away for some time the return shows the heart of the Father. He keeps an eye on the road constantly. He is not ashamed to run to us, to extravagantly embrace us!! “But while you were still a long way off, your father sees you and is filled with compassion for you and he ran to you, threw his arms around you and kissed you.”
Brea and I recently talked of this. For when she was little walking home from school, I would plan to meet her part way, business suit and all. We had this “thing”, where as soon as we saw each other we would run from wherever we were as fast as we could, to meet each other with a huge hug! There is no way you can do that without a smile breaking out across your face!!! It was crazy! In heels and in snow, trench coats flying, school bags bobbing, but I’ll tell you, neither one of will ever forget this. People would watch us, classmates and other parents, though some would make fun (jealous), many couldn’t help but smile too. Everyone thought we were ridiculous, but NO ONE doubted our love.
We did this for years and even to this day, if we are meeting each other walking and I run, she too will join in, despite being my 14 year old cool cucumber.
Don’t let a day pass without spending time talking to your Father, listening to Him. Let Him lavish you with His love as extravagant as it may seem, and don’t let a feeling of unworthiness come between you and Him. Just tell him sincerely you’re sorry. He knows your heart. More than anything when you realize how much He loves you and misses you, try running to Him too… see if a smile doesn’t break across your face.
No ONE will stop me running for Daddy! I want the world to know, heels and all, I am not ashamed. (Luke 9:26)
I see another incredible leader of thousands, light up in a new way when asked about his daughter’s return from Africa after 6 months. Being with these leading parents, and knowing their children well, I deeply ponder how their hearts ache to be able to share more intimately, readily and in person but cannot.
My thoughts then go beyond as God shows me how much deeper is the heartache and pain he feels when His kids are away or apart from Him. His heart too pains, all the more for daily conversations and time. To “do LIFE” with us is what He desires, hence He calls Himself Emmanuel which means “God WITH us.”
He speaks to me of what this looks like in Luke 15:20. The Prodigal child, though away for some time the return shows the heart of the Father. He keeps an eye on the road constantly. He is not ashamed to run to us, to extravagantly embrace us!! “But while you were still a long way off, your father sees you and is filled with compassion for you and he ran to you, threw his arms around you and kissed you.”
Brea and I recently talked of this. For when she was little walking home from school, I would plan to meet her part way, business suit and all. We had this “thing”, where as soon as we saw each other we would run from wherever we were as fast as we could, to meet each other with a huge hug! There is no way you can do that without a smile breaking out across your face!!! It was crazy! In heels and in snow, trench coats flying, school bags bobbing, but I’ll tell you, neither one of will ever forget this. People would watch us, classmates and other parents, though some would make fun (jealous), many couldn’t help but smile too. Everyone thought we were ridiculous, but NO ONE doubted our love.
We did this for years and even to this day, if we are meeting each other walking and I run, she too will join in, despite being my 14 year old cool cucumber.
Don’t let a day pass without spending time talking to your Father, listening to Him. Let Him lavish you with His love as extravagant as it may seem, and don’t let a feeling of unworthiness come between you and Him. Just tell him sincerely you’re sorry. He knows your heart. More than anything when you realize how much He loves you and misses you, try running to Him too… see if a smile doesn’t break across your face.
No ONE will stop me running for Daddy! I want the world to know, heels and all, I am not ashamed. (Luke 9:26)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Who is HE?
Life with God is an absolute JOY RIDE when we toss out the fear. There is no one I’d rather be with, talk to, learn from, love on, cry for, listen to, be comforted and encouraged by, then Him. For those that know me, you will testify that no one gets her GOING like her God!!! For many they think I’ve lost it, and for others they are confused to wonder, “What does that mean or even look like?” My purpose in writing this blog is simply to encourage you, as I share my life with a deeper look at a real everyday walk with God.
Paul talked about the “fellowship of the Spirit, comfort from His love, encouragement from being united with Christ, and His tenderness and compassion.” (Philippians 2:1) He so desperately wanted others to KNOW it as he did. This too is my desire for everyone that would read my blog. I am witness to what Paul says! That THIS is available to me today Dec 1, 2009 in the same capacity it was thousands of years ago. As we walk together may your eyes be opened too, to this incredible gift of Friendship with ALMIGHTY God.
GOD: "To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal?"
: Isaiah 40:25
Carrie: You SO TAKE THE CAKE!! And you know it! BIG J I’m done comparing you to anything or anyone. You SO stand alone and I LOVE IT!!!
Seek to KNOW Him, really. And He will be found.
Paul talked about the “fellowship of the Spirit, comfort from His love, encouragement from being united with Christ, and His tenderness and compassion.” (Philippians 2:1) He so desperately wanted others to KNOW it as he did. This too is my desire for everyone that would read my blog. I am witness to what Paul says! That THIS is available to me today Dec 1, 2009 in the same capacity it was thousands of years ago. As we walk together may your eyes be opened too, to this incredible gift of Friendship with ALMIGHTY God.
GOD: "To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal?"
: Isaiah 40:25
Carrie: You SO TAKE THE CAKE!! And you know it! BIG J I’m done comparing you to anything or anyone. You SO stand alone and I LOVE IT!!!
Seek to KNOW Him, really. And He will be found.
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