Mermaids and Miracles

1898042_10107966926093064_7618994537071331732_nLast week, I was blessed enough to go on an adventure with my nephew Nici to Omaha – just the two of us.  I cannot put into words how much I enjoyed this.

As usual, he taught me a lot and had me reflecting on what an amazing God we serve.

One of the things he was most looking forward to was swimming in the “big pool,” which was actually pretty modest.  However, it did not disappoint.

Our first night, he was amazed when we made it down to the big pool.  Imagine our surprise when we found a mermaid swimming there!

…okay, it was really an early teen with a mermaid tail, but that didn’t matter!  To a 2 year old, it was magical!

10392296_10107962848943704_8969936127370435175_nEvery time she went under water and flipped her tail fin, he would grab my face with both hands, bring our faces close together, and with eyes wide with amazements ask excitedly, “TiTi, did you see that?  Did you SEE that?”

And yes every single time the excitement was so great that he had to ask twice in rapid succession…and every time I enjoyed it as much as the last.

His excitement was contagious.  His amazement at this miracle of seeing a mermaid in real life.

Since then, I can’t help but think about why I/we don’t respond that way every time we see God’s hand, His daily presence and miracles in our lives.  We should be standing on the mountaintop shouting, “Did you see that?  Did you SEE what God just did???!!!”

Couldn’t/wouldn’t this be contagious?  How powerful might that be for non-beievers if all around them people were pointing out all the ways God is at work in our lives with uncontainable excitement.

After all, mermaids are pretty awesome, but our God is even more amazing and present every day.  Working miracles all around us, waiting for us to ask others, “Did you SEE that?”

  • Shauna
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I’m an Excellent Swimmer

I feel very messy, very feely, very misunderstood and over my head.

 

excellent swimmerExcept I’m an excellent swimmer, a proverbial mermaid of deep thoughts and deep life and deep action.

 

And its al this surface living that is suffocating me.

 

I’ve been thinking a lot bout Mary and her faith and her deep, painful life. Ive been thinking a lot about Satan and how he takes pleasure in toying with our mermaid minds.

 

But here’s the thing, us mermaid deep divers, we scare the hell out of him.

 

We change the game. We fight hard. We give big faith yesses. and sometimes the enemy’s riptide catches us off guard.

 

He has no choice but to fight hard, to counter attack, lest he lose ground.

 

“Dear friends, don’t be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you… If you are insulted because you bear the name of Christ, you will be blessed, for the glorious Spirit of God rests upon you… it is no shame to suffer for being a Christian. Praise God for the privilege of being called by his name!” 1 Peter 4:12,14,16

 

and yes, I’m sitting here feeling all weighty on the surface, longing to be understood, to have a diving partner, or at least breathe in the salty sea again.

 

This I know, God’s on the move or it wouldn’t be this hard.

-J

Storms are Just Rain

I’m not like most people I know (I think its becausstorms are raine I’m fairly certain one day I’ll be a mermaid, or was a mermaid…)

Could also be because I think too much, then not at all.

Or feel things so deep and suddenly and have very little practice not showing those feelings (i’m working on this continually)

It could also be that I’m very seldom afraid.

Life stresses me out no doubt. I’m always in a fight to stay present and not jump ahead 10 tomorrows to organize what doesn’t yet exist.

But very little actually scares me. It’s no wonder why either, I have a safety net of rock solid support. And when your foundation is on solid ground the storms of life become just rain.

And me, well I’m a mermaid I don’t mind water. And…

The Lord has given me a strong warning not to think like everyone else Isaiah 8:11

Honestly I had never read this verse or warning until just recently.

I just knew I was loud and emotional and felt things stronger and differently to me than most people, my family included. Example, I feel with my passions, Shauna feels with compassions. (2 very different things)

I also think with my stomach, so come at me with food and my reaction may differ completely…

But the freedom to think differently, to love differently, to act differently isn’t just in my hard wiring, it’s a warning, a command, from my Lord . And can only be expressed when fear is absent.

Life can be scary and it is certainly full of storms, but in my case the storms are mainly rain because my foundation is solid and I’ve “made the Lord of heavens armies holy in my life. His is the one I should fear. He is the one who should make me tremble…and He will keep me safe” Isaiah 8:13-14

No matter how much it rains. He has equipped me, He gave me my mermaid soul.

So the only one I should fear will keep me safe, the only one the oceans obey is on my side.

There is certainly peace in that.

-J

Oceans

The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters. –Genesis 1:2 (NLT)

All passages about water and oceans speak to me (especially as the weather gets colder) – I’m sure in a former life I was a mermaid (and I mean that in the most reverent manner possible).

My soul aches for the tide, and the sand, and the salt water and sea foam, and even the seashells.

But more than anything it’s the undeniable presence of God in the roar and whisper of every crashing wave.

Something about standing on the shore and feeling the salty mist makes me vulnerable and small – bringing me to my knees (quite literally if He wanted).

I can’t hide from His presence, nor do I want to, I simply soak in as much as possible. I know that when I return home and am no longer sandy and staring into His awe-inspiring creation my soul will start aching.

I try desperately to cling to the small vulnerable part of me, that’s held captive and breathless as I meet the Spirit of God hovering over the surface of the water.

I’ll make mermaid jokes to my husband, but it’s not about the water or the sand or the freedom of the sea,

It’s about meeting with God and collapsing into the power of His mighty creation.

– J