1 John 4:19. Says; โWe love because He first loved us.โ Beautiful words. Words that breathe refreshing life into any weary soul. โHe 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. โI loved you first.โ
Our wonderful Heavenly Father is the initiator, and we are the responder. โYou have not chosen me, but I have chosen you.โ John 15:16. He chose us, we didnโt 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 motherโs womb and your days were written in His book! God is the initiator; we are the responder.
We donโt 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 donโt 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. โWe love because He first loved us.โ
Reflections
In what areas of your life do you subtly try to โearnโ Godโs love instead of resting in the truth that He loved you first?ย
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?
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 โBecause He Loved Me First, I Willโฆโ Write down 5โ10 simple, heartfelt responses, all the ways you want to love, give, praise, forgive, or serve this week, not because you want to earn the Fatherโs love but as a joyful overflowing of His love.๐
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 Iโll open just oneโฆ
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 donโt like it? I reached into the box and drew out the giftโฆ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐! ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐! 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 ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐! 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 ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ 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. ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ! 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. ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ! Iโm Adopted!
I literally danced over to the next gift, joy filling me to the brim โ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐, Adopted, by the Father! How did I ever get so blessed? Tearing off the wrapping and throwing it asideโฆ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ! 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. ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , I had always wanted to be accepted. Accepted in the Beloved. Oh, His grace! I was undone. How long I lay there for Iโll never know, laying in a deep blue pool of his acceptance, waves washing over me that whispered ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . 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 wasnโt sure how much more I could take. ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ resonated inside me. โIโll just open a small one,โ I thought โ reaching out for the little silver box. I lifted the lid and peered in โ ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ! It felt as if I was breaking, my very soul began to shatter. ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ 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 donโt know what Iโve done, who I am! โ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ !โ whispered the loudness. I bowed my head and listened โ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ .โ โYou are ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ !โ I felt a crystal shower of words flowing all over me, speaking redemption into my being. ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ .
โOpen just one more,โ said the voice. I couldnโt 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 redโฆ liquid red, shimmering red, red all over my knees, my hands, my heart, dripping, flowing. ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! The word leapt out at me, ungluing me, my bones turned liquid. ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! Red blood flowing all over me, the rich, red blood of my Saviour, my Redeemer, my Jesus. โ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐,โ said the blood, โ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐,โ sang the blood, โ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!โ shouted the blood. As I soaked in the wonder, the beauty of my latest gift, everything began to turn whiteโฆ 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. ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
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, โNow 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
Who doesnโt 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 wouldnโt 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; โ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, โ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐!โ ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, โ๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐!โ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ , โ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, โ๐ช๐๐๐๐ ๐๐! ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐ฏ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.โ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐.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. ๐๐ฒ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ. 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, โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ .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.
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; โ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ Some translations use battle, fight, or wrestle.
Interestingly, this verse is not sounding an alarm; itโs not a clarion call announcing a call to arms, but a statement, a declaration that we are already in this battle. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐โ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ๐.
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, โ๐๐ข๐ฏโ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ! ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ!โ All I could think was, โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต!โ
The surest way to lose a battle is to pretend it doesnโt exist. In 2 Corinthians 2:11, as Paul talks about forgiving one another, he says, โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.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. Godโs 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; โ๐๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ.โ
I’ve been reading the last 3 chapters of Judges and honestly there isnโt 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 โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ, 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, itโs Judges 20:16; โ๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.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 โchataโ 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, donโt hit the standard that God has set for righteousness we sin. And Godโs Word tells us in Romans 3; โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐.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.
Life often seems to be a series of waiting. Waiting for prayers to be answered. Waiting for a doctorโs 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! โ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.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, ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐! Thrown into a dark, inner dungeon, their feet clamped in uncomfortable stocks, surely the pleading of their hearts was, โ๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐๐๐๐!โ But again โ ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐. Then something remarkable happened, Paul and Silas began to sing! They began to praise!
And as they did, โ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด.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?
โAround midnightโ โ literally just before the clock struck twelve, ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐ก๐ผ๐! Not only were Paul and Silas set free but all those within the sound of their voices. Does the LORD say, โNow!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 ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐, 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 ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ my life would have maximum impact on those around me.
Praying you would find joy in the ๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐.
Sometimes I write fiction. Today I want to tell you a story!
๐ฆ๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ. ๐ฆ๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐ฏ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ. 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 โwhat ifsโ and โshould 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; โ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ?! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ค. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฑ!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. ๐๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ. As I looked it seemed to be growing brighter.
โ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ!โ I thought and rubbed my smarting eyes hard.
โ๐๐ฐ!โ yelled the enemy, โ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ.โ
โ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด!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.
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; โ๐ซ๐ถ ๐ต๐ถ๐ป ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐ณ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐น๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐!โ (Micah 7:8 emphasis mine)
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 โDelirium Grassโ and โWheatโs 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; โ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.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 โ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฏ!โ By the same token, when you are born again you are born into Godโs Kingdom, you are now a citizen and can proudly say โ โ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ!โ Wow, that certainly is something to be proud of!
We live in Godโs Kingdom alongside the weeds, together with those that are evil, those that carry out the enemyโs 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, โ๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ? ๐๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด!โ The servants in the parable thought the same thing, โ๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐?โ โโ๐ต๐,โ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.โ (vs28-29)
The Son of God is so concerned about you and I and those that journey in His Kingdom, โ๐ก๐ผ,โ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฑ, โ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐น๐น ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐, ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ. ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐.โ (my paraphrase) And so, we grow alongside Wheatโs Evil Twin, in Godโs Kingdom, knowing that His care for us is so great. Knowing that He does not want to risk losing even one of us. Godโs Kingdom may not be perfect yet, but when it is time for that harvest, all the weeds will be pulled out and โ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐.โ (vs 43)๐พ๐ฆโค
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 “๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค – ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ค. ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ค๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ช ๐ก๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ช, ‘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.
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!
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.”
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. ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ!