January 31, 2011

Amen!!


Romans 16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.


There has just been many attacks on many Christians in various ways lately. The Lord showed this verse to me Saturday night, and I am claiming its promise and sharing it with others for us all to cling to.

January 24, 2011

Psalm 105:4

This is my battle cry for the next couple weeks....... Seek the LORD, and his strength: seek his face evermore. To keep my eyes focused on my God and not the emotions within me. To keep my soul yearning for Him like my husband's memorial stone says Love Christ More Deeply. When the enemy comes creeping to steal my peace and joy, I am going to cling to Psalm 105:4. When he tempts me to travel to "If Only Island", I am determined to cling to His Word. When I feel like I am standing on the brink of a canyon, I will heed to the counsel of a friend and look up to my God instead of down in dispair.

The battle is set before me. I know what I must do....Seek the LORD and his strength; seek his face evermore. Pray for me to keep looking up. Thank you!

January 01, 2011

A Time to Rend and A Time to Sew

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8



To every thing there is a season,



and a time to every purpose under the heaven:



A time to be born, and a time to die;



a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;



A time to kill, and a time to heal;



a time to break down, and a time to build up;



A time to weep, and a time to laugh;



a time to mourn, and a time to dance;



A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;



a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;



A time to get, and a time to lose;



a time to keep, and a time to cast away;



A time to rend, and a time to sew;



a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;



A time to love, and a time to hate;



a time of war, and a time of peace.





I have often shared this passage with my children to show them that Daddy's death wasn't an"accident." It was his appointed time to die. Yet recently as I read these words one night, the words "a time to rend and a time to sew" stood out to me. Rend-basically means to tear. Now why would someone tear their clothing?



Back in the time of Solomon when this was written it was the custom of the people to tear their clothes. This was an outward sign that something terrible had happened--some disaster or some calamity had taken place. It was also a sign of deep sorrow and mourning over someone who had died. Sometimes a person would do this when he was very sad and angry because of sin. As they would tear their clothes, they would not usually tear the entire garment into shreds, but they would tear a slit or a series of slits in the bottom of the item of clothing.



"A time to rend and a time to sew......" I imagine that after a time the garment was sewn again. Can you imagine the widow who's husband died in battle, sitting down one day to sew again the tear she made when she heard the news? Or maybe laying that garment aside and sewing a new one. How strange it might have felt not to have that tear in the garment anymore. Imagine with me the emotions she may have felt. The silent tears that fell down her cheeks or the sobs that escaped...."



God says there is a time to sew....



My life has felt often like a garment. When my husband died, I felt like my heart had been torn. When my son was born, I did some sewing. Going to another's person's funeral, another tear. Watching it bring my children to a better understanding of death and heaven was some mending. Sharing stories of God's faithfulness on this journey and how I am slowly learning God's Husbandly ways--more sewing. As I near the 5th anniversary of my husband's departure to Heaven, I look down and see the long tear that was made in the depth of my being that appointed night. There are little stitches here and there of different kinds and colors. It isn't as long as it once was.....because God said there were times of sewing.
It is far from being completely mended.
But I know stitch by stitch it is being made beautiful in God's time......




A Breath of Hope

This past week has been one of intense prayer. At one point I said to my praying sister that I felt like I was at the garden of Gethsemane. It was some of the most intense praying I have done for another individual. The battle was so strong!

I expected God to move in certain ways and was crushed when it didn't happen. Bad things got worse and the whole situation escalated quickly. Soon I felt like we had been snatched from the garden and were at the vicious cross and experiencing the pain of death. Relationships were being destroyed before my eyes and the enemy seemed to be laughing us to scorn for believing God to do a miracle.

When the dust settled, I will admit I even felt weary and defeated. For a brief time I felt like our prayers had been in vain. But that isn't true, prayers never die. God's word talks about them being kept in a vial.

After some rest and prayers from others, I saw that in my weariness I had lowered my shield of faith. God strengthened me to lift up my shield again. Then I took the whole situation to Jesus, put it in His backpack and let Him bear it for me.

By faith, I believe God is still on the throne and His silence only means He is working behind the scene where the real work needs to be done, in the hearts and souls of individuals. After some time playing with the boys in the snow, God impressed upon me to think about what comes after the cross, after death........resurrection.

So I look toward the horizon and breathe a breath of hope. And remember the sweet truth God shared with me months ago: "I am Sovereign even when satan attacks; I am still in control. I will work and who shall let it? Beauty shall rise from the ashes." So I wait and pray and trust and look for the resurrection of this whole situation.