He Loved Us First

1 John 4:19. Says; โ€œWe love because He first loved us.โ€ Beautiful words.  Words that breathe refreshing life into any weary soul.  โ€œHe loved you first.โ€  In this sweet and simple verse, we hear the Father declaring His love for us, right from the beginning of time.  A shout through the ages from creation to kings, from wars to prophets, down to the birth of His Son.  โ€œI loved you first.โ€

Our wonderful Heavenly Father is the initiator, and we are the responder. โ€œYou have not chosen me, but I have chosen you.โ€ John 15:16. He chose us, we didnโ€™t choose Him.  So often we tell the story of how we chose God, when the reality is, He chose you!  He chose you way back when you were formed in your motherโ€™s womb and your days were written in His book!  God is the initiator; we are the responder.

We donโ€™t give in order to move God to give us more!  We give because He has already given a thousand blessings, an abundance of miracles, and the assurance of salvation.  He gave first. Our response is to give back out of gratefulness and thankfulness for His generous love.  We donโ€™t praise Him to experience His presence.  We praise our Savior as a response to His majesty, as a response to His greatness, His mercy, and His grace.  Creation responding to the Creator!  God is the initiator; we are the responder.  


Our motivation to give, to love, and to praise must be a response to the Great I am loving us first. He gives in abundance; He never leaves us or forsakes us!  You cannot read your bible long enough, pray enough, or do enough good works to make Him love you more.  He loved you first, with a perfect love, a love that knows no bounds, to which there is no end.  Should we not fling our arms to heaven and declare our love for Him when we know the depths of His love?  Our response should be written into every detail of our lives, in our giving, in our doing, in our praising, and in our living.  โ€œWe love because He first loved us.โ€

Reflections

  1. In what areas of your life do you subtly try to โ€œearnโ€ Godโ€™s love instead of resting in the truth that He loved you first?ย 
  2. In what ways is God inviting you to respond to His first love, with praise, worship, or thanksgiving in this moment? ย How might your day shift if you saw these acts as a grateful response rather than a duty?
  3. How does knowing that God chose you first shape your identity and your confidence in yourself today?ย  Write down any fears, insecurities, or striving you might be able to release to Him because of this truth?

Step-By-Step
Take a journal page and title it โ€œBecause He Loved Me First, I Willโ€ฆโ€
Write down 5โ€“10 simple, heartfelt responses, all the ways you want to love, give, praise, forgive, or serve this week, not because you want to earn the Fatherโ€™s love but as a joyful overflowing of His love.๐Ÿ’›

God’s Incredible Riches

I found myself within a room and began to look around me, everywhere I looked there were shiny gift boxes, tied with huge satin ribbons in every conceivable colour. For a moment I just marveled at the absolute beauty of the boxes, the perfect way in which they were all wrapped. Then I noticed a card attached to each gift, they had my name on them โ€“ every single gift was for me. Oh, the excitement! The anticipation! Who had gone to all this trouble to give me all these perfect presents, to wrap each one so thoughtfully, for me?

But they were so beautifully put together.  Perhaps I should just take them home and put them on my mantlepiece, they would look so lovely there on display. It would be such a pity to ruin them.  Well, maybe Iโ€™ll open just oneโ€ฆ

I picked up the gift wrapped in iridescent pink, my favourite colour, the bow sparkled with gold and silver catching the light and sending out rainbows. Carefully, slowly, I began to unwrap it, almost a little fearful โ€“ what if I donโ€™t like it? I reached into the box and drew out the giftโ€ฆ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’! ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’!  I am chosen.  Before the foundation of the world. Me? Chosen? How can that be? Me? I felt the word well up within me, exploding in joyous colours โ€“ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’!  I am chosen by God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Tears began to pour down my cheeks as I felt the love of the Father lavished upon me and the word ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’ echoed all around me, bouncing off the walls and into my heart.

Silence. All was quiet again as I hugged this precious gift to my chest tears drying on my face. I looked around and there were still so many gifts waiting, waiting for me, with my name on them. How could I possibly have ever thought of NOT opening them!

I ran over to the pale blue gift, ripped off the bow, exuberantly throwing it aside.   Knowing that my Father would only give me good gifts.  ๐‘จ๐’…๐’๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…!  I stopped and allowed it to sink right in, way down to the depths of my soul โ€“ Adopted according to His good pleasure.  He was pleased to adopt me.  To bring me to Himself. He said it was a pleasure.  A delight.  ๐‘จ๐’…๐’๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…!  Iโ€™m Adopted!

I literally danced over to the next gift, joy filling me to the brim โ€“ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’, Adopted, by the Father! How did I ever get so blessed? Tearing off the wrapping and throwing it asideโ€ฆ ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…!  This one almost blew my mind, my knees grew weak, and I sank to the floor. A deep groaning came from within me, and I began to sob. ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, I had always wanted to be accepted. Accepted in the Beloved.  Oh, His grace! I was undone. How long I lay there for Iโ€™ll never know, laying in a deep blue pool of his acceptance, waves washing over me that whispered ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…. A deep, deep pool of His unfathomable love and grace.

After what seemed like hours I staggered to my feet and looked around me. Gifts, more gifts, what seemed to be a never-ending panorama of His gifts to me. Should I open another? I wasnโ€™t sure how much more I could take.  ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’, ๐‘จ๐’…๐’๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’… resonated inside me. โ€œIโ€™ll just open a small one,โ€ I thought โ€“ reaching out for the little silver box. I lifted the lid and peered in โ€“ ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’…!  It felt as if I was breaking, my very soul began to shatter. ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’… โ€“ it whispered so loud! In Him we have redemption. I sat on the floor and pulled my knees to my chest, questions whirling around in my head. How is that possible? I am redeemed.  But you donโ€™t know what Iโ€™ve done, who I am! โ€œ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’…!โ€ whispered the loudness. I bowed my head and listened โ€œ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’….โ€ โ€œYou are ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’, ๐‘จ๐’…๐’๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’…!โ€ I felt a crystal shower of words flowing all over me, speaking redemption into my being. ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’….

โ€œOpen just one more,โ€ said the voice. I couldnโ€™t move but there was a red box within my reach adorned with a liquid red bow. I pulled it onto my lap and opened it. The room went redโ€ฆ liquid red, shimmering red, red all over my knees, my hands, my heart, dripping, flowing. ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’!  The word leapt out at me, ungluing me, my bones turned liquid. ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’!  Red blood flowing all over me, the rich, red blood of my Saviour, my Redeemer, my Jesus. โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’,โ€ said the blood, โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’,โ€ sang the blood, โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’!โ€ shouted the blood. As I soaked in the wonder, the beauty of my latest gift, everything began to turn whiteโ€ฆ White as snow, so white it glistened, so white it hurt my eyes. I looked at my hand, my body, my heart, my soul โ€“ white, forgiven, washed in the blood of the Lamb.

I was exhausted, but so full, I felt so rich, amazed at the gifts the Father had poured out upon me in huge bucketsful of love! Clean, so clean. New, so new. He has made me new.  Tears of gratitude once again began to pour down my face. ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’†๐’, ๐‘จ๐’…๐’๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’„๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’…, ๐‘น๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’…, ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’!

Flowers began to grow in front of me, millions of sunflowers, roses, lily of the valley and a fragrance so sweet and indescribable filled the air. I looked and saw a road before me and heard the Father speak, โ€œNow go, go and tell the others to open their gifts, not to put them on the mantlepiece for decoration or to look pretty, tell them to tear off the wrapping and see the beauty and wonder of the gifts I have given them!โ€

๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜๐˜€? ๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†!

Blind Bartimaeus

Who doesnโ€™t love to travel, see new places, experience new things? For me try all the new cuisines! But to do that we need to have a passport, a document that tells authorities exactly who you are, you wouldnโ€™t be able to travel without this very important identification.

Way back in Mark 10, we see just how important identification was. Imagine the scene, Blind Bartimaeus was sitting at the side of the road, begging, when Jesus passed by; โ€œ๐‘ฏ๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’•, โ€œ๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’”, ๐‘บ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’…, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’„๐’š ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†!โ€ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’“๐’†๐’ƒ๐’–๐’Œ๐’†๐’… ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’†๐’•, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’†, โ€œ๐‘บ๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’…, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’„๐’š ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†!โ€ ๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’” ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’Š๐’…, โ€œ๐‘ช๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž. ๐‘บ๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’, โ€œ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’†๐’†๐’“ ๐’–๐’‘! ๐‘ถ๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’•! ๐‘ฏ๐’†โ€™๐’” ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’–.โ€ ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’„๐’๐’๐’‚๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’†, ๐’‰๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’Ž๐’‘๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’”.โ€ Throwing his cloak aside? Why did Mark even mention this cloak? Was it important? You see, the Roman government issued identification to the blind man, giving them the legal right to beg. A cloak was given, an identity allotted. Bartimaeus wore that cloak which announced to the world, I am blind, this is who I am.

When Bartimaeus heard Jesus coming, he threw aside that cloak, his old identity. ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ. He knew that today was the day that he would be changed forever, he would be able to see!

How like Bartimaeus we can be. Wearing the cloak that the world has given us, perhaps a cloak of shame, anxiety, doubt, fear, or failure. That cloak can become our identity. Bartimaeus knew that only Jesus could change his identity and he was ready! He was ready for a new identity, one that could see, one that knew Jesus could exchange failure, fear, and frailty for courage, love, and peace.

I often wonder what happened to Sharp Sighted Bartimaeus, one thing I know for sure is he never picked that cloak up again, Mark tells us, โ€œ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’†๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’… ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’… ๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’” ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’๐’‚๐’….โ€ No time to turn back. I want to be like Bartimaeus, throw away my old identity, the one the world has placed on my shoulder and take on the identity of Christ. Healed. Loved. Forgiven. Child of God. ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ’•

A Raging Battle

Sometimes it feels as though we do nothing but battle. We wrestle, we struggle, and we fight. Ephesians 6:12 tells us this exact thing; โ€œ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’†๐’”๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’…, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’–๐’๐’†๐’“๐’”, ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’†๐’”, ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’–๐’‚๐’ ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’„๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’—๐’Š๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’๐’๐’š ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Ž๐’”.โ€ Some translations use battle, fight, or wrestle.

Interestingly, this verse is not sounding an alarm; itโ€™s not a clarion call announcing a call to arms, but a statement, a declaration that we are already in this battle. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ข๐—ฅ๐——โ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐˜†.

I had a picture of an intense battleground, bombs were exploding everywhere you looked, snipers were in the trees and there were ambushes hidden around the corner. And there, walking among the flowers, was a person who looked like they were on a Sunday stroll. Stopping to pick flowers, oblivious to that which was going on around. It made me want to shout, to shake the stroller and say, โ€œ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ! ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ!โ€ All I could think was, โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต!โ€

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„, ๐—ถ๐˜โ€™๐˜€ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ.

The surest way to lose a battle is to pretend it doesnโ€™t exist. In 2 Corinthians 2:11, as Paul talks about forgiving one another, he says, โ€œ๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’“๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’–๐’•๐’˜๐’Š๐’• ๐’–๐’”. ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’”๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’”.โ€ The devil schemes, he plots, and he plans and his conspiracies are not ones for your good, they are to kill you, like a lion to devour you. (1 Peter 5:8)

I feel we must put a BUT GOD moment in here! But God has equipped us, has given us armor, has advised us of the battle plan. We are fighting a battle that we will win! The Holy Spirit was sent to us to be our guide, He helps us in our weakness and leads us in all truth. Godโ€™s Word illuminates our path, equips us for battle. Our worship to the LORD conquers even the fiercest of enemies. And prayer, oh prayer, Karl Barth put it this way; โ€œ๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ.โ€ โค๐Ÿฆ‹

Jesus Paid the Price

I’ve been reading the last 3 chapters of Judges and honestly there isnโ€™t a whole lot to like in these stories! It is a tough couple of chapters full of what life looks like when man goes their own way and does โ€œ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’‡๐’Š๐’•โ€, takes matters into their own hands, and there is very little of God in the story.

An interesting verse stood out to me, and I really wondered why it was even referenced, itโ€™s Judges 20:16; โ€œ๐‘จ๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’”๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’‰๐’–๐’๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’•๐’“๐’๐’๐’‘๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’•-๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’…, ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’Ž ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”.โ€ Left-handed men? Remarkable that there were so many left-handed men who were select troops. If you are left-handed, this is something to celebrate, as left-handed people have been given a bad rap for so many years. In many countries, well into the 21st century, children were forced to write with their right hand, sometimes having their left hands tied behind their backs!

There is a story about an island of men who used sling shots, in the Balearic Islands, today Majorca and Menorca. You could hire these elite troops who would fight on the front lines shattering the shields and helmets of the enemy. When the boys were young their fathers would put their bread for the day on the top of a tree or stick and the little boy would have to sling stones at it if he wanted to eat that day! A sure-fire way of making a great shooter. These incredible select troops could shoot a 1-pound stone at 100 miles an hour!

Now the bible says that these left-handed men were so good at what they did that they could sling a stone at a hair and not miss! Incredible.

Interestingly the word for miss in the Hebrew is โ€˜chataโ€™ meaning, to miss the way, to fail; to err, to swerve from truth, to go wrong, to sin. Miss is the common word for sin. When we miss the mark, donโ€™t hit the standard that God has set for righteousness we sin. And Godโ€™s Word tells us in Romans 3; โ€œ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’“๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’“๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ฎ๐’๐’…, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’Š๐’†๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’Ž๐’‘๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’„๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’• ๐‘ฑ๐’†๐’”๐’–๐’”.โ€

We all miss the mark, if we were young boys living on that island, none of us would eat! BUT, we are all justified and redeemed by His grace. Because of the blood of our precious Savior, we are all freely forgiven, raised up, and delivered. Today I am thankful that Jesus paid the price for my sin, for my terrible aim, for my inability to hit the mark, because of Jesusโ€™ grace I am free, it is as though I have never sinned.

๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—œ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ, ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ! ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฆ‹

Not Yet

Life often seems to be a series of waiting. Waiting for prayers to be answered. Waiting for a doctorโ€™s report. Waiting for a loan, a problem to be solved, a reply, a resolution. Paul and Silas have been on my mind, the earthquake that flung all the doors open in spectacular fashion setting them free! โ€œ๐‘จ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’…๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’–๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’“๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’š๐’Ž๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ฎ๐’๐’…, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’๐’๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘บ๐’–๐’…๐’…๐’†๐’๐’๐’š, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’’๐’–๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Š๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”. ๐‘จ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’๐’“๐’” ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’‡๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’๐’๐’†๐’“ ๐’‡๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡๐’‡.โ€ (Acts 16:26) What a victory! What a celebration! But the truth is Paul and Silas played that same waiting game.

Earlier in their story Paul and Silas were seized by the crowd, they were stripped and severely beaten. Surely, they cried out to God to save them, deliver them, spare them from this pain. But nothing happened, ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜! Thrown into a dark, inner dungeon, their feet clamped in uncomfortable stocks, surely the pleading of their hearts was, โ€˜๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹!โ€™ But again โ€“ ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜. Then something remarkable happened, Paul and Silas began to sing! They began to praise!

And as they did, โ€œ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.โ€ They were listening and watching Paul and Silas, and in the same way the world is watching you. They are listening to what you have to say, to how you handle this time of waiting. Will you grumble and complain like an Israelite in the desert or praise The Great I Am?

โ€˜Around midnightโ€™ โ€“ literally just before the clock struck twelve, ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„! Not only were Paul and Silas set free but all those within the sound of their voices. Does the LORD say, โ€œNow!โ€ right at the time of maximum impact? Does our Father, in all His wisdom, wait until those that are in chains are paying attention and listening, when the answer to those prayers will influence many and not just one?

And so, I find myself, with many of you, in that season of ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜, with an awakened desire to find joy in the in-between, to praise God in the waiting, to join hands with my Abba Father, praying that even in the ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜ my life would have maximum impact on those around me.

Praying you would find joy in the ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐˜.โค๐Ÿฆ‹

Rising Up

Sometimes I write fiction. Today I want to tell you a story!

๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ. ๐—ฆ๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ. Sitting on the floor I pulled my knees up to my chest and rocked back and forth. Tears wet my cheeks and it seemed as through deep darkness slid like a black cloak over me. My heart ached within me, anguish so deep I feared I would drown in a sea of murky, dark misery. The โ€˜what ifsโ€™ and โ€˜should havesโ€™ of my past clamored through my head, all shouting for attention and another thick sob rose within me. In the background I thought I could hear the snicker of the enemy planting malignant thoughts in my mind; โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ?! ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค. ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ!โ€ The gloating of the enemy grew in intensity, drowning out any other sound.

I opened my swollen eyes and squinted in the blackness. There at the very edge of my vision was a tiny pin prick of light. ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ. ๐—” ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜† ๐˜€๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ. As I looked it seemed to be growing brighter.

โ€œ๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ!โ€ I thought and rubbed my smarting eyes hard.

โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ!โ€ yelled the enemy, โ€œ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ.โ€

โ€œ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด!โ€ I replied.

As I made that declaration of faith, smaller even than a mustard seed, hope flooded in like a freight train. Light illuminated every crack, every hole, and every crevice of the room, soaking through my skin and trickling into my heart. Warmth. Thawing out the ice that had frozen like crystals in my soul.

New tears began to rush down my cheeks. Good tears. Tears of rejoicing. Tears of relief. The knowledge that my day of restoration was upon me. I felt the Spirit of the LORD filling the space all about me, the thickness of His weighty presence upon me.

Then I heard His voice. I heard His voice! โ€œ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’“๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’…๐’‚๐’š. ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’“๐’๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ด๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’—๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’ˆ๐’†. ๐‘ด๐’š ๐‘พ๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘ ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’•, ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š. ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’Ž๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’‚๐’—๐’๐’“ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’๐’“, ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ต๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†, ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ซ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’†๐’ ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’†๐’†, ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’‰, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐‘ต๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ฒ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ซ ๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–! ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’‡๐’• ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’๐’๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’‡๐’‚๐’“ ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž๐’”. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‹๐’๐’š. ๐‘น๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’–๐’‘, ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’”. ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘ซ๐‘ถ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป!โ€

My eyes snapped open and with new resolve I began to lift my head. It was easy, the power of the living God was shooting through my veins, running through my spirit! I stood to my feet and threw my arms wide open taking in deep gulping breaths of sparkling light. I felt giddy, lightheaded even and began in spin in a circle like a child. Laughter rose up within me, joy began to flow, and delight tickled me from my head to my toes. With an exuberant shout I yelled; โ€œ๐‘ซ๐‘ถ ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘ป ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’Ž๐’š, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’, ๐‘ฐ ๐‘บ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’†, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’Š๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’”, ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ซ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†!โ€ (Micah 7:8 emphasis mine)

Scriptures used โ€“ Psalm 91:5-7, Psalm 18:2-3, Psalm 91:15, Psalm 119:105, Psalm 27:6, Isaiah 60:19, Isaiah 60:1-5.๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฆ‹

The Wheat and the Weeds

There is an ancient plant called The Darnel that is over 5,000 years old. Discovered growing in Egypt among the wheat it was a plant that Jesus would have been very familiar with. This dangerous weed is also known as โ€˜Delirium Grassโ€™ and โ€˜Wheatโ€™s Evil Twin!โ€™ When young this prolific plant looked exactly like a blade of wheat and it was only when its ears developed that you could tell the difference between that which was used to make bread and give life and that which caused headaches, vomiting and respiratory paralysis!

At the beginning of the parable about the weeds Jesus told his disciples; โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’…๐’๐’Ž ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’”๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’… ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’‡๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’…. ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’๐’๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’Ž๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’… ๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’š.โ€ (Matthew 13:24-25) Jesus is the farmer, and we are the good seeds that He sowed. All those weeds are the evil people sown by the enemy. Here we are, living in His kingdom, and living side by side with weeds!

A strange subject for a parable for sure! One thing, like the disciples, we must understand is that we are citizens of His Kingdom. When you were born, you were born into America, perhaps Canada, Nigeria, Mexico, maybe even Zimbabwe or South Africa. You inherited the rights of that country; you can proudly stand up and say โ€“ โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ!โ€ By the same token, when you are born again you are born into Godโ€™s Kingdom, you are now a citizen and can proudly say โ€“ โ€œ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ!โ€ Wow, that certainly is something to be proud of!

We live in Godโ€™s Kingdom alongside the weeds, together with those that are evil, those that carry out the enemyโ€™s malicious plan. Sometimes those weeds can grow quickly, crowding us out, and it can be hard to see the sun. It is easy when we see so much pain and suffering to say, โ€œ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ? ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด!โ€ The servants in the parable thought the same thing, โ€œ๐‘ซ๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’–๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’–๐’‘?โ€ โ€œโ€™๐‘ต๐’,โ€™ ๐‘ฏ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’…, โ€˜๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’”, ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’–๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž.โ€ (vs28-29)

The Son of God is so concerned about you and I and those that journey in His Kingdom, โ€˜๐—ก๐—ผ,โ€™ ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, โ€˜๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜†, ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ. ๐—œ๐˜โ€™๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€.โ€™ (my paraphrase) And so, we grow alongside Wheatโ€™s Evil Twin, in Godโ€™s Kingdom, knowing that His care for us is so great. Knowing that He does not want to risk losing even one of us. Godโ€™s Kingdom may not be perfect yet, but when it is time for that harvest, all the weeds will be pulled out and โ€œ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’†๐’๐’–๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’–๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’…๐’๐’Ž ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“.โ€ (vs 43)๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿฆ‹โค

Focus on the Savior

It’s all very well to accept that invitation to the table but what happens after Jesus draws back your seat and tenderly places a napkin in your lap? Are you a little like me with thoughts that spin in your head at an alarming rate, distractions that seem like a thousand ping-pong balls dropped from the ceiling?

As I sat with the LORD trying to still my mind I heard him say the word “๐”ฝ๐• ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค – ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•—๐• ๐•”๐•ฆ๐•ค. ๐•€๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•ค๐•ก๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•ž๐•ช ๐•ก๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–. ๐•‹๐•š๐•ž๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•’๐•๐•๐•ช, ‘Be still and know that I Am God.” (Ps 46:10)

Hebrews 3:1 says this – “Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest.” That ‘heavenly calling’ in the Greek indicates an invitation to a feast. The table He has prepared for you! ‘ Fix your thoughts on Jesus!’ Focus on the Saviour! Don’t let your eye be distracted by the battle going on before you, no matter the intensity or ferocity, the enemy is just trying to divert your attention.

Focus on His Words, His smile, His love, kindness, and faithfulness. Stay present in the moment. Allow Holy Spirit to wash over you and settle your mind. Be still. Consider Jesus.

สœแด‡ ษช๊œฑ แด›สœแด‡ แด€สŸแด˜สœแด€ แด€ษดแด… แดแดแด‡ษขแด€, แด›สœแด‡ ส™แด‡ษขษชษดษดษชษดษข แด€ษดแด… แด‡ษดแด…, แดแดœส€ แด„ส€แด‡แด€แด›แดส€, แดแดœส€ ส€แด‡แด…แด‡แด‡แดแด‡ส€, แด›สœแด‡ แดษดแด‡ แดกสœแด แด„แด€แดแด‡ แด›แด แด‡แด€ส€แด›สœ ๊œฑแด แด›สœแด€แด› สแดแดœ แด„แดแดœสŸแด… ส™แด‡ แดกษชแด›สœ สœษชแด ๊œฐแดส€ แด‡แด›แด‡ส€ษดษชแด›ส. ๊œฑแด ส™ส€ษชษขสœแด› แด€ษดแด… ๊œฑแด สœแดสŸส แด›สœแด€แด› สœแด‡แด€แด แด‡ษด สœแด€๊œฑ ษดแด ษดแด‡แด‡แด… แด๊œฐ แด›สœแด‡ ๊œฑแดœษด. สœษช๊œฑ ส™ส€แด‡แด€แด›สœ ส™ส€ษชษดษข๊œฑ สŸษช๊œฐแด‡, สœษช๊œฑ แดกแดส€แด…๊œฑ แด„ส€แด‡แด€แด›แด‡ ๊œฑแด›แด€ส€๊œฑ, แด„ส€แด€๊œฑสœษชษดษข แดกแด€แด แด‡๊œฑ, ๊œฑแด˜แด€ส€แด‹สŸษชษดษข ๊œฑษดแดแดก, สœษช๊œฑ แด˜แดแดกแด‡ส€ แด„แด€แดœ๊œฑแด‡๊œฑ แด›สœแด‡ แดแดแดœษดแด›แด€ษชษด๊œฑ แด›แด แดแด‡สŸแด› สŸษชแด‹แด‡ แดกแด€x. แด›สœแด€แด› ษช๊œฑ แด›สœแด‡ ษขแดแด… สแดแดœ แด€ส€แด‡ ษชษดแด ษชแด›แด‡แด… แด›แด ๊œฑษชแด› แด€แด› แด›สœแด‡ แด›แด€ส™สŸแด‡ แดกษชแด›สœ! ๊œฐษชx สแดแดœส€ แด‡สแด‡๊œฑ แดษด สœษชแด, สœแด‡ ษช๊œฑ แดสœ, ๊œฑแด แดกแดส€แด›สœ ษชแด›!

Power, Love and a Sound Mind


As I sat and pondered this scripture I realized that there is so much truth to it. Social media tells us that all our ‘friends’ live wonderful lives, but is that who they are in their hearts. What we see on the outside is not the same as that on the inside. What you think deeply inside your heart about yourself is who you are!

๐•€๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•š๐•ค ๐•š๐•ž๐•ก๐• ๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•“๐•๐•–, ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•“๐•–.

๐•€๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•”๐•’๐•Ÿ’๐•ฅ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ’๐•ฅ.

๐•€๐•— ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ’๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•Ÿ, ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–.

Recently I’ve had some problems with the food I eat, I can’t eat this or can’t drink that. As I was listening to a podcast I heard the quote, “Don’t focus on what you can’t have but on what you can. Don’t focus on what you don’t have but on what you have.”

๐•Ž๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•ง๐•– ๐•š๐•ค ๐•ก๐• ๐•จ๐•–๐•ฃ, ๐•๐• ๐•ง๐•–, ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•’ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ฆ๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ž๐•š๐•Ÿ๐••!

Today I pray that you will remember that you CAN, and not you can’t. I pray that you will know that everything is possible BECAUSE you have a life with Jesus Christ. Because He has given you that power. He is the key between the possible and the impossible. Between the can and can’t. He is your strength when you are weak, your shelter when the storms blow the hardest.

Remember, the present is always subject to change, base your thoughts, your decisions, your beliefs on something solid and permanent – The Word of God. ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ!๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿฉท