This Crazy Place

“…for God, you have tested us; you have tried us as silver is tried…we went through fire and through water, yet You have brought us out to a place of abundance” Psalm 66:10,12

God’s definition of abundance is not necessarily that of this world.  His gift is not an easy life.

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Cristie Henry

It is strength when we think we have none.

Peace when the world is spinning.

A sacred place to lay our burdens (both founded and unfounded).

A deep, undeserved, and unfailing love.

The knowledge that our salvation has already been paid despite our failings.

So, yes, please…

“Come and hear all you who fear God and I will tell what He has done [and is doing] for my soul.” Psalm 66:16

because I certainly couldn’t make it in this crazy place on my own.

-S

 

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More than an Instrument

Sometimes I focus too much on the doing.  I “Marthasize” too much – focusing on the action for God.

This is important and necessary.  I believe God does call us to an active faith, to be His hands and feet.

However, He also requires “Mary time.”

aa10028514d86f390dfebc9cde861e2aTime where we simply praise and worship Him.

Time to sit at His feet in wonder and gratitude.

Time to be completely overwhelmed as we sink into the depth of His love for us…despite our unworthiness.

Time to build and revel in a relationship with our Father…building and clinging to our identity in Him.

“We are not saved only to be Instruments for God, but to be His sons and daughters…He does not turn us into spiritual agents, but into spiritual messengers, and the message must be a part of us.”  (My Utmost for His Highest)

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My Prayer This Week

As I am humbled once again, the gift of a savior.  As I eagerly anticipate the coming day we get to celebrate his birth, my overwhelming feeling and desire is love.  

Here is my prayer in this season:

I pray that you will be able to understand how wide and how long and how high and how deep His love is.  I pray that you will know the love of Christ.  His love goes beyond anything we can understand.  I pray that you will be filled with God himself.” Ephesians 3:18-19

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Sweeping Tides and Raging Seas

I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me

Psalm 42:7

I love everything about this.

Maybe it’s simply because I love the ocean, more likely its because I love my God.

Truth be told, parts of the ocean scare me. It is powerful and dangerous and uncontrollable and unpredictable.

Except to the one who created it; the one who commands the tides to follow the moon and kiss the shores.

That is power.

That is love. Maybe I’m vain in this next thought…maybe not…but maybe He kisses the shores and brings in seashells just for my pure delight.

He could have made the oceans work anyway he pleases, and He chose a way which delights me so.

Oh how He loves me!

Oh how I fear him!

I’ve always hated the verses about fearing God. It contradicts itself “do not be afraid, do not be dismayed for I am with you” Isaiah 41:10 and then “here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind.” Ecclesiastes 12:13

But just this morning I’m beginning to understand how to love something beyond explanation- yet also have a healthy dose of fear.

Understand the power behind the grace and awe, understanding the beauty and strength; the ruler of the ocean.

So yes, my heart gets overwhelmed and I can feel the tumult of the raging sea in front me. However, even within the raging ,when I say yes to God he is controlling the swells and tides as they sweep over me, push me under, roll me around…and he will reach down and pull me up for air as well.

You’d think with my mermaid soul I’d enjoy the ride of the waves a little more than I am, I’m ssweep over metill learning to trust the hand that guides them though.

The sea is my rage and his tide may be over my head, but it’s in deepest waters where I learn to stop relying on myself.

And I have an inkling that when the waves do calm my spirit will be yearning for the days I had no choice but to cling to His hand in the waves.

-J