A Cure for Mondayitis (and other ails)

 

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Does anyone remember Vacation Bible School?  Remember the little songs sung that burn in the brain forever?  “Father Abraham”, I am sure, was one written by already weary adults to try to tire out high-strung kiddos.  Then there’s the “I may never march in the infantry, ride in the cavalry, shoot the artillery.  I may never fly over the enemy, but I’m in the LORD’s army.  Yes, Sir!”  That was another action packed song that probably juiced kids up more than calmed them down.  I’d be remiss if I didn’t include, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart” which usually turned into a screaming response because the leaders kept asking, “Where?”

While scouring the internet, I came across a blast from my past, scripture memory songs.  These are so cool!  I can’t tell you how many verses I memorized through song and I’d like to share this one with you.  You may not care for the style, but I hope you’ll give it a try as it just might help you memorize this portion of scripture.

 

The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving.  Psalm 28:7  NLT

 

And Nehemiah continued, “Go and celebrate with a feast of rich foods and sweet drinks, and share gifts of food with people who have nothing prepared. This is a sacred day before our Lord. Don’t be dejected and sad, for the joy of the LORD is your strength!”  Nehemiah 8:10  NLT

I burst out in songs of thanksgiving!  Can you picture that?  I admit it.  I eavesdropped on Laura while she was showering the other evening.  I stood outside the bathroom door and listened to her sing and I could not help but smile.  Singing is important!  The girls sing often and I love to hear them sing.  It’s joy spilling out of their hearts.  Father God must feel the same way about us when we burst out with songs of thanksgiving.

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Mom says that when I was younger I’d sit at the top of the stone steps in our yard and sing “Jesus Loves Me” at the top of my lungs.  I can only imagine what that must have sounded like to the neighbors as I have a pretty good set of pipes.

But sometimes singing isn’t so easy.

Singing in the rain is fun when it’s July, 80 degrees, and no one can stand the heat anymore.  But when it’s a saturating downpour that lasts for an agonizing amount of time in a season that’s prone to being cold anyway, it’s no longer fun.  It’s exhausting and frustrating beyond belief.  That’s why joy, this supernatural gift of the LORD, is so important.  It keeps the outer elements from penetrating our hearts.  It’s glorious!  But it’s difficult in certain seasons, isn’t it?  So how do we do it?

I listened to a minister this past week who was encouraging the attendees to laugh.  “Ha, ha, ha ha.  Unpaid bills?  Ha, ha, ha, ha.  Sickness in your body?  Ha, ha, ha, ha.”  It seemed absurd but I joined the service via the internet.  The laughter sounded mechanical at best, ridiculous at worst.  I did it anyway.  In a matter of moments it became sincere and I literally felt lighter.  Why?  Because the joy of the LORD is our strength.  Laughter does good like a medicine.  Through Christ we’ve been made more than conquerors.  We win!

Try laughing.  It you can’t do it on your own, try doing it with this video.  Laughter really is contagious–Share some!

For those of you who can, do you remember feeling carefree as a child?  Do you remember how easy the laughter and the wonder came?  Make an effort to remember those things that cause joy to bubble up inside of you.  Do you still allow yourself to indulge in those things?  Wear your p.j.s for an entire day (unless you’re a nudie, for that may prove problematic 🙂 ).  Have a movie marathon.  Color.  Enter the world of play with a child.  Wonder again at the majesty of creation.  Sing songs of thanksgiving for they usher you into glory.  Laugh like a child, laugh for no reason at all.  Let me remind you today that we are not God’s grownups, we are His children.  Let us return to laughter and wonder because Jesus said,

“I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven.”  Matthew 18:3  NLT

Everyday is not going to be a joy-filled day.  We live in an ever-increasing hostile and violent world.  Bad things do happen that are beyond our control.  Even without the “bad” things, life is sometimes just plain exhausting.  The mundane things of life can make us feel like we’re being sanded down like a board.  So then, it comes to this:  CHOOSE.  Choose to sing anyway for God inhabits the praises of His people.  Saying you can not sing is not an excuse for the Word says to make a joyful noise as unto the LORD (Psalm 100:1).  Choose to laugh anyway because our enemy is an arrogant cuss who won’t stay around and be a laughingstock.  Join me in a conscious effort to try to choose joy on a regular basis and let’s see what a difference joy makes.  

This is a fun video and a great song from King and Country.  “Joy” is one of my dance favorites.

 

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“I love you I like you.”

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A smile creased my face when I came across a card Beth had made.  She went through a phase when she was younger in which she signed nearly everything she made, “I love you I like you.”  It’s cute.  It’s quirky.  It’s Beth.

I used to tell the girls when they were young, “I like you.  I think I’ll keep you.”

I don’t know where that came from.  I wouldn’t doubt that it came from my dad.  He has such a corny sense of humor.  As a kid, when I’d say, “I’m hungry.”  He’d say, “Look in the mirror and get fed up.”

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“Dad, will you make me an egg?”  His reply, “Poof!  You’re an egg!”  I learned real fast to ask him to cook me an egg instead.

“I like you.  I think I’ll keep you.”   I never realized until years later that my youngest perceived that to be, “Sooo, if she doesn’t like me, she won’t keep me?”  Although I found her take on it slightly amusing, I will confess that my heart hurt a little that my kiddo thought there was a possibility that I would get rid of her if I didn’t like her.  Crazy, what kids think sometimes.  Crazy, how we adults make them that way sometimes.

I don’t think we give much thought to our heavenly Father liking us.  Heck, it’s hard enough wrapping our mind around His loving us the way He does let alone liking us.  I wonder if there are some people who have never even considered it.

How does one get to be liked by God?  And if He doesn’t like us will He not keep us?

What about me?  What about you?  Are we friends of God?  Hmm…

I’ve been reading Grace Notes by Philip Yancey for what feels like a hundred years now.  His passages usually leave me with so much to think about that I can’t read it everyday.  I like to mull things over.  What’s been coming back to me is a meeting he had with a woman named Marcia and he asked her about prayer.  Part of her response:

“I’m a painter.  I pray as I paint, and my painting becomes a kind of prayer.  If someone asks me for help in prayer, I tell them to find what they most enjoy and do that, only do it for the glory of God….”

I like that.  Do what you enjoy,  let that be your prayer, only do it for the glory of God.  If I like it, and it pleases God when I do it, Who made me to do that, then we’re hanging out as friends in a way.  Just think about it.  A hunter’s cathedral is the woods.  Creating is what colors an artist’s heart.  An athlete finds challenge and strength in the training.  A musician’s song is on the plains of the angels.  I am a writer.  Some of my greatest revelations have come to me while I am simply writing in my journal.  I am communicating with God in the language He gave to me and in that state, we are in fellowship, we are one as friends.  Why do we make our relationship with our LORD so complicated at times?

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I love to ride a motorcycle.  I slide in behind my man, wrap my arms around his waist, and off we go.  The freedom of no roof or doors to obscure my vision of the sky and the land is intoxicating.  It is beautiful!  A shooting star, a rainbow, lush, green fields–they all speak of a Creator with infinite imagination.  My heart swells with praise and fellowship while on the back of that bike.  God knows He’s always more than welcome to join.  What a joyous adventure!

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And campfires, the glow, the smell, the hot dogs, the s’mores…I can feel the smile of God when I am enjoying this life and the blessings He has bestowed upon me.  My being vibrates with His presence.  Isn’t that how we feel when we’re with someone we love, whose company we really enjoy?  There’s such a…JOY.  Yes, that’s it, joy.  And a feeling of never quite having enough time together.  That feeling is magnified all the more when I am in His presence, when my heart can’t contain His love. His want to spend time with me, for me to get to know Him better can be a wonderful kind of overwhelming.  He’s SO good!

I really don’t think it’s that hard to be liked by God.  We just need to do what makes us good friends to others and do that with Him.  Spend time with Him.  Be available to Him.  Give ourselves to Him.  Sometimes I forget that God’s whole plan for man came because of His want for fellowship, for family.  I get so caught up with the cares of this life that I  forget to take the time to enjoy Him for Who He is and let Him enjoy me in turn.  Yes, I am a friend of God.  Admittedly, I am not always the good friend that I hope to be, but I’m getting better.  I try to keep this consciousness that He is always with me and He is always welcome, even when it’s for rebuke.  Hey, like the good Book says,  “Wounds from a sincere friend are better than many kisses from an enemy.”  (Proverbs 27:6  NLT )  And there is none more sincere than Him.

Maybe we could join Beth today and tell God, “I love You I like You.”  And if we’re quiet enough, I bet we’ll hear the same in return.

You might find yourself singing, or jigging. or doing a little of both to the following song.

Have a wonderful day, my friend.  Be sure to spend some of it with the Friend of all friends, the One who sticks closer than a brother.

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The Joy That Love Brings

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Several years ago, our “5 family” took my edited version of a test.  The idea came from Gary Chapman’s book, The Five Love Languages.  It’s a good, easy read and a real eye opener as to how to love the ones closest to you so that they actually feel loved.  We girls scored high, if not #1, for words of affirmation.  I have to remind Bob from time to time that he needs to love the women in his house with words–lots and lots of words.  Tell me how good I look or what a great job I did; spend time with me without the t.v.; brew me a cup of tea or wash the dishes–PLEASE!  Those are a couple of examples of what love looks like to me.  But what does it look like in our relationship with God?

In light of Chapman’s book, it seems a little more challenging to feel the love of God.  I would guess that most believers at one time or another have felt abandoned by God. That is a lie we have to fight through because He says He will never leave us nor forsake us.  This has really been weighing on me because I have heard the cries of some of those closest to me who are, for lack of  better words, going through a crisis of love.  I get it.  We don’t doubt God’s existence, there’s too much evidence to support it.  We don’t doubt Jesus’ work at the cross because we’ve seen how it has changed us and our perspectives.  But what about the rest of it?  By His stripes you were healed?  He will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory?  Who is able to do exceedingly abundantly more than we can ask or think?  Sometimes it just doesn’t look like it adds up.

I thought about what love looks like God’s way.  Sometimes the way seems dark.  The way to the light is through thankfulness.  Satan is a flesh devil.  God is a Spirit, and those who worship Him must do so in spirit and truth.  Instead of answering my questions, God began to remind me of the ways He has shown love to me.

He reminded me of when I was pregnant with our twins.  The doctor said they were in the wrong position for me to have a vaginal delivery and if they didn’t move, I’d have to have a caesarean.  I was anointed and prayed for at church.  I figured having twins was going to be enough to adjust to, I didn’t need the complication of healing from a caesarean added to that.  The next morning I had what looked like huge fingerprints spread out on my abdomen.  Sure enough, the doctor confirmed that the girls were in position.

From there I thought of other things for which I’m thankful.  We have long-lasting appliances.  I honestly don’t know how old our upright freezer is.  It was used when we bought it and it’s still working.  Same with our vehicles.  We’ve never had a brand new vehicle but we have been spared from absolute clunkers.

God has provided outrageous deals on things and we are blessed with ridiculous bargains.

Our food stores are full.  Our closets are overflowing.  We have a home and it is warm.

We have a beautiful camper for recreation.

My life is enriched by wonderful family and friends.

All these are whispers of God’s love.

I think the quickest way to hopelessness is ingratitude.  Seriously.  You know when I begin a downward spiral?  When I cease to give thanks.  When I dwell on unfulfilled hopes instead of the many blessings that are.  I mustn’t dwell on what I don’t have or what didn’t happen the way that I thought it would.

LORD, I don’t understand.  Some day I will.  Then again, maybe I won’t.  So what?  Does that change His love for me?  No, it opens up new compartments of it.  If I let Him.  If I’m thankful.  If I remember that He’s not only able but willing.  If I’ll just wait.

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“I love you.  I love you with an everlasting love.  I knew you when you were a child.  No, I knew you before I hung the stars, before I spoke a word.  There is no mountain I would not climb, no ocean I would not swim (for you).  I love you just the way you are.  But you say you have sinned.  I have made provision for that.  Confess your sin, repent of it, and receive My love.  My love is for this life as well as for all of eternity.  I have plans and a purpose for you.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you.”                                                                                                  ~God     

Maybe you’re a visual-type person, like my husband.  Then you might enjoy this video of love.  The girls had an assignment recently in which they were supposed to write dialogue for a movie segment.  Laura picked this cartoon short.

 

We listened to Laura’s dialogue while it played, and with her voice quaking a little, she ended with, “And I thought of this scripture: ‘Greater love has no man than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.'”  (John 15:13)

We watched it again, in a sort of awe-filled silence, without her dialogue.  Tears streamed down Laura’s face.  The video moved all of us.  When we saw what remained of Rock’s head, Laura said, “Look how happy he looks.”

By then we all had tears in our eyes.  We were quiet for a few moments.

“That reminds me of another scripture,” I said, “the one about Jesus enduring the cross because of the joy set before Him.  He loves us.  Really, truly loves us.  That’s what He did for us.  He died so that we could live.”

Agonizing pain, a gruesome death, and beneath it all: JOY for what lay ahead.  And what is ahead?  Eternity with our resurrected Savior–if we so choose.  That was His vision.  It still is.  Praise His holy name.

Pay close attention to the lyrics of this song.  I hope you enjoy it.

 

Take your eyes off the mountains, Friend, and look at your story.  Do you see God’s fingerprints? Do you see Jesus’ smile?  They’re silent reminders of His hand on you.  What would your story be if Jesus had not entered in just when He had?  Is this enough to be thankful for, even though you (and I) sometimes grope in the dark with our many unanswered questions?  I know that if you’ll  join me in worship and look for His fingerprints and His smile, we’ll find them, and joy will follow.  He’s never let us go.  And He never will.

Let the following scripture verse sink in.  Think about it.  Meditate on it.  Let it take root in your heart today.  Isn’t this what we’re wanting?  To be “perfect and complete, needing nothing”?  Here’s how:

Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy.  For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow.  So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.  James 1:2-4 NLT

My hope is that through today’s post, you have heard, seen, and felt the love of God and that you have been encouraged.  If so, pass it on.

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“I Don’t Get It” correction

It has been brought to my attention that two of the things enclosed in “I Don’t Get It” did not have a play button.  I did not realize that as these looked playable from my site.  Please take time to listen to Psalm 46.  It is a reading with lovely photos and instrumental music.  I think it will be a blessing to you.

I’m also re-posting Chris Tomlin’s song, “I Lift My Hands” and pray that it, too, will inspire you for the day.

Blessings!

 

 

I will try to pay closer attention to this in future posts.  Thanks for viewing and for listening!

“I Don’t Get It”

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“Be still and know that I Am God.” 

The verse from Psalm 46:10 had been turning up for two weeks.  It caught my attention before that, but then it really began to peck at my brain.  On a near daily basis, if not daily, I’d say, “LORD, what am I supposed to get out of this?”  I began feeling like one of our nieces.  At almost every one of our family gatherings she utters, “I don’t get it.”  It’s maddening.  The blank expression on her face causes the joy from the wit or the joke that was shared be sucked out of the room whenever she says, “I don’t get it.”  Aargh!

That’s how I was feeling.  Over and over I’d hear this verse, see this verse, dwell on this verse.  Over and over I’d say, “What, LORD?  What am I missing?”  I knew there was something here that I desperately needed or He wouldn’t continually bring it before me.  But, what?!

I searched the web for commentaries.  I scanned the multitudes of books on my shelves.  I read the study notes in my Bibles.  I tore it apart in Hebrew.  I did find something there.  Although the verse is really quite literal in meaning, I found a reference to the word “still”.  It pertains to healing and it was in a scripture the LORD gave to me two years ago when I faced surgery.  I sensed, though, that this was not quite “it”; maybe in part, but not the whole.

After sending Bob off to work, fiddling with the coal fire a little, and reading a bit, I went back to bed.  I was beyond tired in every which way.  The weariness of life was having me for breakfast.  Couple that with the fact that I couldn’t shake Psalm 46:10 nor could I understand it.  My eyes filled with tears of frustration.  I needed a good word.  I needed to hear from Heaven.  “God,” I whispered, “tell me.  Make it plain.”

That’s when a couple of the notes I read came back to me.  God was telling His enemies to “Be still and know that I Am God.”  Ah.  Yes, there is a time for us to be still, to rest, to be quiet, to listen, and I was doing that, but the dawning came with the notes.

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“Christi, tell the enemies within you to ‘Be still and know that I Am God’.”

Tears of gratitude flooded my eyes at the revelation.  I’d been assaulted with so much garbage lately.  “Thank You, thank You, thank You,” I breathed.  Then I fell into a long, overdue peaceful sleep.  When I awoke, I told the nagging, lying voices in my head and the things I am battling physically to, “Be still!  And know that He is God!  You are defeated!”  I went on to have a productive, peaceful, joyous day.  All because of a revelation from the LORD in His Word.

What are you wrestling with today?  Financial fears, doubts you’ve heard God’s word, sickness/disease, mental tsunamis, false accusations, stress over broken relationships, rejection, a weighty decision, work?  Whatever it is, tell it today to “Be still!  And know that He is God!”

Hope listening to this reading of Psalm 46 with a soothing instrumental and beautiful photos in the background blesses you.

The LORD of hosts is with us!  Read this from 2 Kings 6:15-17 NKJV:

15 And when the servant of the man of God arose early and went out, there was an army, surrounding the city with horses and chariots. And his servant said to him, “Alas, my master! What shall we do?”

16 So he answered, “Do not fear, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them.” 17 And Elisha prayed, and said, “Lord, I pray, open his eyes that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw. And behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.

Let’s ask the LORD to open our eyes today.  He has us covered.  He is our champion,  deliverer, healer, rescuer, defender.  It is because of this that we can boldly tell our enemies, “Be still and know that He is God!”

Take a listen to Chris Tomlin’s, “I Lift My Hands”.

 

*Thanks for finding the song, Rachel!

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Though…Anyway

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I know that there are a lot of poems and sentiments out there like what I’m writing today.  It is not my intent to take from any artist who may have written something similar.  This is simply something I was jotting down one night and would like to share.  I hope this is a blessing to you.

 

Though…Anyway

Though the rest of the choir goes silent,                                                                                                 sing anyway.

Though the music stops,                                                                                                                              dance anyway.

Though you feel bankrupt,                                                                                                                        give anyway.

Though the world around you is filled with hate,                                                                               love anyway.

Though you have insurmountable reason to doubt,                                                                            believe anyway.

Though your prayers seem to go unanswered,                                                                                      pray anyway.

Though there’s much to fear,                                                                                                                    have courage anyway.

Though there seems much to complain about,                                                                                      praise anyway.

Though your light seems small and insignificant,                                                                                shine anyway.

Though you are tempted to give up,                                                                                                        go on anyway.

~Christi Marie  Jan./Feb. 2019

 

 

Holy Spirit reminded me in my devotion time today that He told me some time ago, “What God has been crafting in the dark, He will reveal in the light.”  I am to share this with you today.

Some of you are incredibly battle-weary.  You feel like you have been in the trenches more than in the light.  It’s been so hard and so incredibly lonely.  There were times you felt like you couldn’t take one more second of your life being the way it was.  But that second passed.  And the next minute passed.  And the next hour, day, week, month, year, possibly years, passed.  There were times when you asked, “How long, LORD?  I just don’t know if I can take anymore.”  But you did.  He has seen it all.  Every tear.  Every time your spine stiffened with determination.  Every time you fell and like a righteous man, rose again.

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For a righteous man falls seven times, and rises again, But the wicked stumble in time of calamity.  Proverbs 24:16

He saw it and He held you…just as He held me.  What He has crafted in the dark, He will reveal in the light.  And that time is upon us.  Let’s receive it with child-like faith.  Today He is doing a new thing.

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Not Yet Isn’t Never

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This post is dedicated to my Robert, “a great man of faith” ~ although he doesn’t realize  it…yet.  I love you.

In my estimation there are few things as bleak as literal dark and cold.  Put them together and you’ve got a recipe for disaster of about every kind.  Ever have a sick child?  Ever been sick yourself?  Isn’t it worse at 2 a.m. than it is in 2 in the afternoon?  Ever needed, I mean needed to go to work or go to school or go grocery shopping or keep an appointment and cringe because it’s 4 degrees instead of say, 40?  (Yes, I know my Florida friends are shivering at the thought of a modest 40 degrees).

We had yet another disappointment this past week.  It was both dark and cold.  It was so…disappointing, (that’s all I can think to say) that my husband gasped.  Bob does not gasp, so hearing him do that made me spin around on my heel to see if maybe he was having a heart attack or something; he wasn’t.  Thank God.  But there we were, speechless as to yet another heart-breaking revelation, seeing yet one more thing that we were hoping for, praying for, believing for, slip from our fingers.

I do what I usually do when I’m upset: I went to the kitchen and got busy and kept quiet.  At least that’s one thing I’ve learned, well, mostly learned 🙂 keep quiet.  I still do find it a tall order at times but that evening I was so dumbfounded that my mouth was quiet even though my mind and my heart were turning rapid-fire.  Bob joined me for a little while in the kitchen, neither one of us saying much because we simply didn’t know what to say.

A ray of sunshine broke through at the supper table when Bob shared our disappointment with the kids.  I’m not going to tell you what Rachel said because it was specific for us, but I’ll give you the gist of it: “So, it’s not going to happen the way we thought.  Maybe God is going to do it another way instead.”  Huh.

I do some of my best thinking while in the shower and it was there that her words hit my mind and heart like a freight train.  I let them absorb into me.  I breathed them in and let them quiet me like the steam that opened my lungs and the warmth from the water that soothed my tired soul.  Word mixed with water: what a wonderful combination.  I became even more quiet and reflective.

There are promises I have been waiting for for years, actually, decades.  And this recent heartbreak just sliced me again.  Waiting and waiting and waiting wears on a soul.  I found myself telling the LORD, “I am weary!  LORD, hear me, I know that with You time is not but I am a vapor, remember?  Jesus, tell Father what it’s like here, remind Him.  I don’t have the luxury of waiting an eternity for things to come to pass here like You guys do.”  A few days later I sensed Father saying to me, “Jesus came to Me and was saying something about time…”  Ha, ha, ha.  Yes, LORD, but I’m still waiting!

I wholly agree with Inigo Montoya: I HATE WAITING.  That’s the weight of what I carried into the following morning.  Yes, I had fresh faith, fresh eyes from Rachel’s passing statement, encouragement to think outside of the box and let God be God.  I also, however, had residual pain so I prayed and admitted to God that I feel I’m in an emotional/spiritual tug-of-war of sorts.  Oddly, I didn’t feel condemnation at my confession as I feared, but hope.  A tug-of-war at least lends to a battle; I have not quit.  I won’t quit.

I felt somewhat defeated when I thought about writing another post.  I tire coming to the world-wide web, throwing out my fears, doubts, failings, and the like when I’d much rather come with a HALLELUJAH story.  The thing is, I have a sneaking suspicion that most of you maybe feel the way I currently do or at least you have in the past.  You’re banged up waiting for breakthrough but you’re willing to go on.  I need encouragement myself and thought maybe some of you could use a little, too.  I looked up some things that have been a blessing to me and I hope they will be a blessing to you.  Here’s a short excerpt from Reverend Jesse Duplantis that may bolster you.

“Don’t bend to the pressure of time.”  Doesn’t that seem impossible?  But it isn’t.  We know it isn’t or we’d all be dead from waiting.  We go on because there’s no other agreeable choice.  And we go on with Jesus because there is no better Companion.

I also want to encourage you with this song that I heard for the first time.  Maybe I heard it before and didn’t realize it.  I think a lot passes us by until we need it.  Today, I must have needed it.  Maybe you do, too.

Haven’t seen it…YET.  Not yet isn’t never.  Dear Heart, let’s not give up!  God is worth the wait!

I know that today’s post is a little different from what I usually do, but I felt it was necessary.  A lot of people are hurting and it seems we’re hurting for waiting and seeming unmet expectations.  Such things can be so crushing.  I said can be.  That doesn’t mean that it will be and it certainly won’t be forever.  As the saying goes, It ain’t over ’til it’s over…and it ain’t over yet.  Let’s hold on together and trust the good LORD to bring beauty from the ashes of all of our broken dreams.  He will fulfill every Word He’s ever spoken because He can not lie.  Oh, don’t shrivel up waiting!  Praise Him!  For He is worthy, so worthy!

There is one more thing I feel compelled to leave you with today.  It is the word:  SUDDENLY.  I hope you enjoy this devotion from Dr. Tony Evans as much as I did.

“I foretold the former things long ago; they came out of My mouth; I proclaimed them. Suddenly I acted, and they came to pass.”                                                                               Isaiah 48:3  Berean Study Bible

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