REMEMBERING THE BABY

So here I am on the twelfth of December with not one twinkling light up, not one Christmas card sent, not even one gift bought or wrapped, no tree, no angel...........

So what do I do.....

I know what I have done in the past. I have cried, felt overwhelmed, blamed my husband, kids, UPS guy for not helping and been anything BUT JOLLY.

But this time I choose to REMEMBER THE BABY.........

The STAR that twinkled and the Magi said, "where is the one who has been born king of the Jews?" We saw his STAR when it rose and have come to worship him.”  The STAR that led their way and the STAR they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was.  When they saw the STAR, they were overjoyed.

I want to remember you God......that you show me the way to go too.

You're written WORD.  The prophetic Word of God that tells of the Christ Child to come. He will be born of a virgin and He will be called, "Immanuel meaning", God with us. God with me. God with you. God with the world.  The same God that used Rahab the harlot, the girl with the bad reputation and she believed and risked it all for her faith was in a God she had never seen.  For if you look and run your finger down the names in your written Word ......Hebrews 11 Abraham, Joseph, and Moses and there she is Rahab. Rahab was in the lineage of the baby....Jesus.

I want to remember God that you waste nothing in my life and like Rahab there is nothing you can't redeem for your Glory. Oh such faith!

The GIFTS for the baby.......Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh brought by men to give to the royal, divine...... born to die BABY.

I want to remember God the GIFTS you have given me. You loved me enough to be born only to die, born to take away the sins of the world.  A born to die baby for me.  The Gift of the Holy Spirit and the Gifts you have given me to reach a lost world.  I want to remember to carry them with me like the Magi did. LONG. FAR. To not grow tired of doing what you have called me to do with your GIFTS. The GIFT of this baby.  The GIFT of grace, goodness and mercy that pursue me not on just my good days but all the days of my life. OH THESE GIFTS....THESE BEAUTIFUL FOR ME GIFTS.

Right there in Isaiah 11 we’re told this baby would be like a great TREE growing out of the stump of Jesse. God planting a TREE  in Bethlehem. A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit.” Isaiah 11:1 Jesus came to give life. Jesus came to bear fruit. This TREE the living tree....
Because this tree, this Jesus of Nazareth is someone you’ll never want to throw out or store away in a box. And that is because of the life and changes He’ll bring to your life.

I want to remember God.... THIS BABY..... Angel Gabriel speaks to Mary saying, "Greetings, you who are highly favored!  The Lord is with you...."Do not be afraid Mary; you have found favor with God.  You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him JESUS.  He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David...

God in a manger.
This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger Luke 2:12...because of this baby in these cloths I now am clothed with garments of salvation and arrayed in a robe of righteousness...And when I am greatly troubled and afraid you are my God and you will  strengthen me. You will help me and hold me in your hand.

And so everyday I want to remember this baby....

Isaiah 9:6 For to us a Child is born, to us a Son is given; and the government shall be upon His shoulder, and His name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Merry Christmas

THE OTHER SIDE OF PAIN

THE OTHER SIDE OF PAIN

What is the other side of pain?

More pain.......

I have seen a mom fall to her knees as she has received the news of the dreaded cancer that now has its home in her eight year old daughter's body....

I have looked into the eyes of young 12 year old girls who in a few hours will be sold and touched by hands and evil hearts......

I have hugged murders and thought, this could be my daughter.

I have read black and white on the screen from dear sister's who have suffered such savagery it is...well I can't find a word,  UNDEFINABLE

I have watched dear ones lose their vision, friends that long for their fathers, families loose mothers and marriages implode.  I have been on the other line of the call...... he is gone......

I have sat with a teenage who gave all of herself only to get five diseases in return and a broken heart.

I have watched as a young woman takes to the stage to strip for the first time.

I have been in a hospital to see healing, and, a few floors below a dear one on life support.
And I think, "How can this all be in one building.  All of it in the very same air I breathe.
I am left reeling, falling, grasping and I can't seem to stop shaking inside.

At the beginning of every year I pray and ask for one word.....This year God told me SEE.
Seeing is hard.  Seeing is painful.  I think I would rather not.....Thank you very much.

A dear sister told me, "It is HARD to see, but just make sure you are going back to Him with that pain every time or you will burn right out. There are things we were never meant to carry alone in this world..... A very wise woman.

No matter what side of the devastation, whether you're walking in it or seeing it..... TEARS FALL, HEARTS BREAK. Lives in pain.

A few days ago my bible flopped open to Matthew 12:22-23 and once again I am in awe of God. He tends to my broken heart like no other can. 

Then they brought him a demon-possessed man who was blind and mute, and Jesus healed him, so that he could both talk and SEE.  All the people were astonished and said, “Could this be the Son of David?”  Matthew 12:22-23

Can you SEE the scene here? THEY brought him to Jesus. They. I love they. They did not shun the demon possessed man, judge him, ignore him or shame him.  THEY had enough empathy and compassion to embrace him. They didn't try and heal him themselves (like I do).  They knew where to take this demon possessed man.  Straight to the HEALER.......JESUS IS HIS NAME

To Jesus. He healed him.  Jesus didn't question him.  He just healed him for His Father's glory.  Can you SEE Jesus full of love, grace, compassion, and mercy?  This demon possessed man unable to speak to ask for help and unable to SEE.  Can you imagine him seeing Jesus for the first time? 

What the enemy wants more than anything is for us to take our EYES OFF OF JESUS. He wants to divide us in our pain. Camps of HAPPENED TO against Camps of SEEING Statements like, "that is easy for you to say because this never happened to you," or "why can't they just get over that."

No matter what camp or side of pain you are on...... JESUS IS ON BOTH SIDES OF PAIN AND DEVASTATION.

I have a feeling that the demon-possessed man was not the only one healed that day. NO I believe THEY WERE HEALED TOO.

JEHOVAH RAPHA...................GOD WHO HEALS.

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WHAT TO WEAR

WHAT TO WEAR

I am doing a Easter Devotional with my kids.  TRAIL TO THE TREE by Ann Voskamp.

I must have read this passage a thousand times, but today, on MY TRAIL TO THE TREE, God speaks Love to my heart.........

In John 11:32-44 Mary was broken that her brother had died and why had Jesus not showed up. Mary was weeping and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping........JESUS WEPT.

Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance.  “Take away the stone,” he said. “But, Lord,” said Martha, the sister of the dead man, “by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.”

It is ME I see.......I stink of dead and rot and SIN.......BUT.........

Jesus said, " ROLL AWAY THE STONE,"........

And then listen to what Jesus said.  I was so excited and joy filled.......

He tells Lazarus to, COME OUT.......HE TELLS ME TO COME OUT OF MY DEATH FILLED TOMB TO HIM.....TO JESUS.

AND THEN.......MY FAVORITE PART.....THE PART THAT GOD SPEAKS LOVE TO MY HEART.......

             
                                      TAKE OFF THE GRAVE CLOTHES.........

And because JESUS went to the TREE......I don't have to WEAR MY GRAVE CLOTHES ANYMORE. 

I am released from chains, graves and the bondage of SIN.....No more stinky GRAVE CLOTHES.

And daily I need to  choose what clothes to wear......

I must CHOOSE..... GRAVE CLOTHES OR MY CLOTHES OF SALVATION.

I am reminded of the clothes Jesus wore on the way to the tree for me......

They stripped him of his clothes giving him a toga, and with a whip they bore into the back of Jesus over and over again until the skin just hung there. Then after mocking him, spitting on him and thrusting a crown of thorns into his head they gave him back his clothes BUT NOT BEFORE VIOLENTLY RIPPING THE TOGA FROM HIS ALREADY BLOODY AND TORN BACK.

JESUS CONQUERED THE GRAVE........for me, for you.......

We thank you Jesus for our CLOTHES OF SALVATION AND OUR VICTORY COAT.......


The Lord makes me very happy.
I am completely happy with my God.
He dressed me in the clothes of salvation.
He put the victory coat on me.  Isaiah 61:10


OH HAPPY DAY............

 

 

 

 

 

SOUL THIRSTY

SOUL THIRSTY

It's 4:15 am when the Lord wakes me.

How do I respond? 
I want to respond like Samuel did, "I'm your servant, ready to listen"

You know when he has something to say to you.......to your heart....to your spirit.....to your soul.

My heart........closed tight.

I remember sitting in the airport in Delhi, India waiting for a plane to take me 7,000 some miles across the sea to my roof, my man, my family. I sat listening to Christy Nockles song, "Grace Flows Down" as  the tears flow down my cheeks.  It is then I see the sign.......

God begins to prepare my closed tight heart....right there.....in India.

He reminds me of her.  The woman with no name......... at the well.

I am her and I have been.

This trip has been hard.  I feel and see things I never want to see and feel again.

Anger, helplessness, fear and HOPELESSNESS........

My head and closed tight heart scream.....GOD DO SOMETHING..........PLEASE......

There is no roof for heads, heads full of lice, naked bottoms, selling of bodies, vacant eyes,  spiritual oppression that is palpable.........

I shut down......I am slipping to the place (a deep place like the well where the no named woman goes for drink)........

I come home to more.......different country......same things........

Selling of bodies, (the Super Bowl is commonly known as the single largest human trafficking incident in the USA), a sick mom with fragile bones, death of a dad leaving behind his babies and his bride, thoughts of words said months ago that still sting my heart.

My heart is closed down.  Nothing in.....
I try to read His word.....search for HOPE.

I am white knuckled......hanging on.

They only prayer I have to offer is, LORD I BELIEVE; HELP MY UNBELIEF.  I repeat it over and over again.....It is all I have.

God reminds me the enemy wants to steal my joy......cause me to doubt God's goodness......

GIVE THANKS...........
So I list:

A's beautiful brown eyes that remind me of the beautiful ones I saw in India
RJ's belly laugh
The love of my husband (blush)
A safe trip
For every hand I had the HONOR to touch and hold in India
For the feet on the ground in India that bring GOOD NEWS (how you inspire me)
For my church family (oh my how I love you)
My family and how you helped
Words of Ezekiel study with R and His Word still alive today
Every person that made the trip possible
Every prayer prayed.....

And it happens.  My encumbered heart begins to feel again.

Once again (even if it is 4:15 am YAWN)....... The Lord speaks to me His truth and life to the dry place in me.

I am her... I am the woman at the well.

I am so loved by Jesus that I can come to the WELL over and over and over and over........AGAIN.

Never to be turned away by Him.

When He asks me for a drink and all I have is an empty cup, empty prayer, empty heart....PLAIN EMPTINESS....

Even when I like her do not recognize Jesus and the gift of God.......

Even when I like her tell Jesus.......you have nothing to draw with Lord I am empty

Even when I like her say,  "the well is too deep, too dark, too empty.

Jesus tells me......John 4:14
but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

He never denies my thirst.

Because of Jesus I have living water.  The gift that satisfies my soul.