His Works and Ours

“For the works of the Father has given me to accomplish, the very works that I am doing, bear witness about me that the Father has sent me.” Jesus in John 5:36

We know Jesus is the Messiah.  His truth, His being spoke to our heart.  But His works (and words) pointed to His undeniable identity about all – His divinity and fulfillment of prophesy.

We are saved through faith.  Period.  End of story.  None of us will ever be good enough.

adfgHowever, our works do point to the master of our soul.  We proclaim to the world our love and devotion to Him by how we act.  We have the amazing potential to point others to Him through our words, our hands, our feet, our attitude.

The healing of hearts, of our world, only comes from salvation, which is only possible through faith.  Through the way we walk through this world, we can help others see the grace and mercy that meet us daily.

So, we must live our lives authentically.  We must live our relationship with Christ out loud.  We must live openly and in love.

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He is Truth

ss“If I alone bear witness about myself, my testimony is not true.” Jesus in John 5:31

The validity/truth of God’s grace, His goodness, His mercy, salvation is fact.

The truth is proven by millions of testimonies that point to Him.  People have experienced the power of His love, grace, and mercy.  People know His saving power.  His truth has stayed true through generations.  It is not limited by space or age or gender or race.  It knows no limits.

His love is boundless and His arms are open.

Where is my sense of urgency?

So, what if my testimony is the one piece of evidence that someone is waiting for?

After all..the “hour is coming.”

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My Soul Waits

My soul is quiet and waits for God alone. He is the One Who saves me. – Psalms 62:1 

My soul is quiet and waits for God alone. My hope comes from Him. – Psalm 62:5 

I have been in fixer mode, in saver mode – it’s just my nature.  However, I have been trying desperately to focus on the truth that this is an impossible task.  I am not the fixer or the saver.  That doesn’t mean I don’t help,  assist, and support, but I am not responsible for fixing and I am not capable of it.

So, my soul is quiet and waits for God alone.  This doesn’t mean I am alone, but that God alone is the one who can save us.  God alone is the one with whom all of our hope dwells.  

I love the poetry of this Psalm in the repetition.  These two sentences are just a few verses apart, but I like them together.  My soul is quiet and waits for God alone.  My hope comes from Him because he is ONLY One who saves me…repeatedly, daily, when I don’t deserve it (and He is the only one who will save those I love).
Sometimes I forget my inadequacies somehow and try to do more than I am able.  So, this was a good and timely reminder of where hope and salavation truly lies.

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I Choose Life

I’ve been a slacker…and by slacker I mean extremely stressed and overwhelmed in my quest to manage life’s changes in a daily existence in flux.  And in the process, I’ve all but dropped my time spent building my most important relationship the last few weeks.

So, this week, I am trying to intentionally carve out time for my relationship with my Creator. (Ultimately, that is what will give me the internal calming peace while my world continues to spin externally anyways.)bible

In doing this, I am going back to Psalms because it is an easy place for me to jump back in and reflect.  This morning as I was reading and reflecting (in my awesome journaling Bible), I couldn’t help but stop to think about what I saw as the main themes of Psalms.  I saw four: justice, salvation, praise God, and tell the world.

Today I am really struck by the importance of considering the first two together.

Justice will prevail ultimately, which means salvation for the children of God and hell for those who have not accepted His salvation.  There is no way around it; those are the only possiblities.

The importance and magnitude of salvation can only be understood with consideration of its alternative.

92a3bde1c710767da57e67be1e796363God offers the amazing gift of salvation.  It is ours for the taking, but there are consequences for not taking it.

If there was no hell, there would be no need for salvation.

Salvation is amazingly beautiful and intimate, which can be seen in the day to day relationship with our Savior.  But, its power is undeniable.

And so, in my days, God saves me thousands of times.  But a day is coming when His justice will prevail over all. It is in considering that moment that I realize the power of the gift God offers and the importance of my reaching out and accepting it.

Salvation is best understood through the contemplation of both God’s mercy AND His justice.  It is the pairing of the two that creates a bigger, fuller picture of the awesome, all knowing God we serve.

The awesome God who gives us the choice to choose salvation or not – but our refusal of this gift should be made with full understanding of the consequences.

As for me, I choose LIFE.  Today and everyday.

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Promises, Promises

“We who have turned to Him can have great comfort knowing that He will do what He has promised.” Hebrews 6:18

So what has he promised?

  • eternity with Him by salvation through Jesus Christ
  • to be my rock
  • a plan for good for me
  • gift of His son and Holy Spirit
  • His faithfulness
  • ultimate victory over darkness

What does He NOT promise?

  • safety here in this world/life
  • easy life
  • health
  • happiness
  • financial security

He doesn’t promise anything that is valued in this world.  Bu,t His promises give us so much hope because we know that the things of this world are temporary.


“This hope is a safe anchor for our souls.  It will never move.” Hebrews 6:19
His love and promises endure forever!

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Some Beasts Die Hard

While this was written awhile ago, February (which is National Eating Disorder Awareness month) seems the appropriate time to post it…

It’s been awhile but I cried hard yesterday. Hard and ugly at the bottom of the shower- my safe place, my old solo silent refuge.


Wishing I had something to throw up, to literally purge my body of this feeling. To find some control in a beast that lies dormant, never leaves.


But it was 6am and a blessing I’d only had coffee and  an angel held my dripping, heaving body from falling down that slippery slope again.


some beasts die hardSome beasts die hard.


And so I sat and cried.


I sat heaped and felt the heat and gazed at pictures through steamy glass. At peaceful smiling faces, a façade I’m living in.


And wondered if others’ photographs sometimes felt as fake.


The irony of a perfect moment captured on film and sent into the world as the face of this “perfect life.”


Smiling faces, embraced, leaning into one another, trying and enjoying, but hungry for so much more.


So hungry I want to throw up.


Maybe you’ve never experienced that dichotomy, I’m sure most reading this haven’t. …the opposite action to fill up a soul thirsting.


A struggle as stupid as it is real.


And there’s not a happy ending to this short blog, just some shower confessions. Some raw ponderings and a thankful heart for just coffee before 6 am.


And four little arms and sticky hands to keep perspective. Too keep grounded.


To keep trying despite the hunger.


And a God bigger than this beast.

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I am a Leper

I love the movies…getting lost in a dark theatre and a good film.  So, I was lucky to be able to go with my mom this weekend to see Risen, which is about Christ’s resurrection through the perspective of a non-believing Roman soldier, Clavius.  (I would highly recommend this film.)

There was one scene that  really connected with me.

Towards the end of the movie, after Jesus has risen, Clavius is with the disciples in Galilee. Clavius asks the disciple (I can’t remember which) if the disciple really had believed that Jesus would rise again.

The disciple replied honestly that he had had his doubts, which prompts Clavius to ask him why he had even followed Jesus then.  At this point, a scene unfolds of Jesus healing a leper.

The disciple responds that this is why.  I interpreted this as it was the miracles that led this disciple to follow Christ.

While I have seen God’s hand, I couldn’t help thinking that this isn’t why I follow(ed) Christ.

Mine is still the leper scene, but for a different reason:

When Jesus walks to the leper, who has just been beaten, shooed out, completely rejected by the people, Jesus goes and kneels by him.

Not just BY him, though.

RIGHT next to Him.  Completely within his personal space.  Jesus basically envelops him.  Completely wrapping himself around the leper.

He cradles and strokes his face.  He holds him tight.

Then, Jesus tells the leper to go if he believes.

This is it.  This is why I follow Christ.  I am the leper.

It is not in the miracle or the healing.

It is in the intimacy and comfort of the loving arms of my savior who sees me, the diseased and broken leper.

He sees my need for Him, but also sees me as worthy (though not deserving) of salvation.

He sees my need for purpose as He tells me to go in faith.

I follow Christ because I am a leper in desperate need of His loving arms enveloping my broken soul.

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