God Longs To Father Us

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Let them give thanks to the LORD for His loving devotion and His wonders to the sons of men. For he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things. Psalm 107:8-9

My emotional well is deep and living on this earth leaves gaping holes that only God can fill.  It’s taken me a long time to learn how to hear Him speak.  Until then, I hid.  I blamed.  I misjudged.  But ah, when I connected, everything changed. 

I am not whole yet.  But I am not crippled anymore.  I often limp but I’ve found my legs and I feel God’s wind behind me. The healing journey of fully living as God’s child will take me the rest of my life but I’m grateful for what He’s taught me so far.  Each piece of instruction has felt like the golden whispered secrets spoken between two who love each other and can’t stop talking late into the night. 

Over the years, I’ve seen your faces in my dreams; curious, tentative, even a little hopeful that God’s love is for real and His power is available to you in all the places where powerlessness has snuffed out the promise of an abundant life.  My prayer today is that God will break through the fog of pain and misunderstanding so that you may hear His call to live. 

It is time to put down the sword against those who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, give us what we needed.  Our heavenly father has it all and is willing to share it all. Some of it is deferred, but it is ours nonetheless, and is waiting for us as we step into eternity and breathe celestial air.

“Your fame spread among the nations on account of your beauty, because the splendor I had given to you made your beauty perfect,” declares the Sovereign Lord.   Ezekiel 16:14

WHEN I AM VILIFIED

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Even though princes sit plotting against me, your servant will meditate on your statutes.  Psalm 119:23

David was slandered by Saul. He was opposed even by his own son. Those who follow Jesus should not be surprised when they, too, are misunderstood, misrepresented, and vilified. There will always be those offended by the gospel, and some of them will not remain quietly offended. They will rise up to resist what they cannot control, explain, or receive.

What makes vilification so painful is not only the wound itself, but the hand from which it comes. When it comes from a stranger, it is easier to absorb. When it comes from a respected member of the community, the pain deepens because credibility carries influence, and influence can shape how others see us. But when it comes from family, or from those once trusted, it can be especially devastating unless the soul is anchored by a strong spiritual rudder.

Jesus was scorned by religious leaders and condemned by rulers. Their power was formidable, yet He never lost His way. He was grounded in His mission and lived in unbroken communion with His Father. He did not react out of fear, nor did He alter His message to preserve His reputation. John the Baptist, too, provoked the rage of Herod and Herodias, yet their hostility did not weaken his voice. He understood that truth will always disturb darkness, and that kingdom clashes are never merely personal. There is a deeper battle beneath them.

I am to endure scorn without losing my way, I must live deeply in the Scriptures and learn the abiding language of communion with the Spirit. I must expect resistance without becoming hardened by it. Jesus prepared His disciples to be spiritually discerning and sober-minded. “If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you.” I am not fully at home here. I belong to another kingdom, and this world will often find that foreignness unsettling.

Lord, when I am misunderstood, guard my heart from bitterness. Keep me from scrambling to defend myself in the flesh. When I am wounded by words, root me more deeply in the silence where Your voice still speaks truth over me. Let me not be shaped by accusation, but by communion. Amen

 

The Secret of a King

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The secret of my spiritual success today does not reside in clever planning. The secret was revealed by a king. King David. “I do not involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult of me. Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother.” Psalm 131

Resting in God is underrated. A rested and quieted soul is always ready to hear His voice. And in matters where it’s easy for me to fail, my Father’s voice is my assurance of victory. I will be still. I will draw close. I will listen.  I will do something different from the rest of the world, where noise and distraction dull good judgment and threaten righteous choices.

I will never outgrow the needs of a child who needs her Father for everything.

Hopeful Countenance

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Lift up your heads, O gates! And be lifted up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Psalm 24:7

God spoke to His people and commanded them to lift their heads. He went out to battle on their behalf and assured them that He would come back victorious.  Raising a hopeful countenance to their Deliverer took faith, and the waiting was difficult, no matter how beautiful the promise.

I recall when Joseph told the Pharaoh’s cupbearer, who was falsely accused, that Pharaoh would lift up his head in three days. The Hebrew idiom paints a beautiful picture. It is when the one shrunken in shame is restored to his position of honor. It’s also used other places in scripture that expand its beauty.  King David, on the run from Absalom with just the clothes on his back, turned to God for vindication. He climbed the Mount of Olives, covered his head, wept, and said, “You, Lord, are a shield around me, my glory, the One who lifts my head high.” Psalm 3:3. As king, David could have formed an army to get back his throne but he abandoned such ideas. He recognized that God was his rescuer.

Who has stripped you of your honor?  No matter what the context, the experience is gut-wrenching. Your mind runs tapes of the accusations made against you as your body language turns inward.  Perhaps you have vowed to take revenge, to get back what you’ve lost, no matter who has to pay. It’s easy to get tired of waiting for your Redeemer to ‘redeem’ and take up your own cause.

The hardest thing for any of us to do is to wait on God to move. He always will; we just don’t know when. In the meantime, waiting is never wasted. God draws near, comforts us with just the right words framed with compassion.  Each disclosure is a treasure upon treasure, the kind only found in the darkness. He is our King and He is the lifter of our heads.

Satan offered you a way out of waiting when he offered you the kingdoms of the world in exchange for worship. Thank you for not caving. Everything would have been lost. So teach me to wait! Amen

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Where’s The Shelter?

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Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. Psalm 91:1

There are not many truly safe places in this world. When you feel like you’re coming apart, when you honestly can’t hold it together anymore, you will start mentally scanning your places of refuge. As people come to mind, you wonder if all of your disclosures will be welcomed. Will they be received the way Jesus would receive them? Without shock, without dismissal, and without subtle judgment? Most of us know the answer. Partially. The relief is usually limited. So there are details you will still keep back, corners you will still guard.

Not so with God. He doesn’t simply provide a shelter; He is the shelter. We are hidden in Christ. With Him, no disclosure is too personal, too raw, or too desperate. As we begin to unburden our souls, Jesus does more than listen. He assesses the damage the enemy has inflicted and begins spiritual surgery. He reframes what we’ve lived through with perfect wisdom. He uncovers lies, clarifies the truth, and starts rebuilding weakened foundations.

His Word becomes the iron in the framework of our minds and emotions, the unseen strength inside a life that has learned where true safety really is.

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuteronomy 33:27

The Effects Of You

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Make your face shine upon your servant, and teach me your statues.  Psalm 119:135

When lovers walk into the same room after a long separation, there is a pregnant moment when their faces light up, wordless exclamations pour out, and then arms are open to embrace without any thought of restraint.  Sheer happiness causes their faces to glow.

One of the meanings of ‘shine’ in this text is what happens when the sun arises at daybreak.  The dark begins to abate with the glorious entrance of light on the horizon.  It is not just any light; it is a bit orange and golden.  Nothing resembles a sunrise because it has characteristics all its own.  Perhaps David is trying to convey that God is so warmed by His children that His countenance is transformed when He sees us.  It is like the dawning of a sunrise upon the heart.  What a beautiful picture.

To feel the warmth of His smile is to have the best of all gifts today. I can stand in any storm if I know His face is turned toward me. I can find endless reserves of strength if I know that His face is traced with tenderness.  David did not ask for more power, more wealth, or even more peace.  He asked for God’s smile.  In the radiance of God’s favor, David wants to be taught.  Instruction is never more effective than when one worships the Teacher.  David  is the star pupil in a class of one.  God is not a distant professor but a warm, engaging, and storytelling Father.

Bring to me the sunrise of your smile, Father.  Then let my face be radiant with all the effects of You.  Amen

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Learning God’s Pace

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Keep steady my steps according to your promise, and let no iniquity get dominion over me. Psalm 119:133

When I was young, my parents used to say I played “nervous music.” Whenever our family was getting ready for a special event, I was usually the first one dressed. I’d come downstairs, slip onto the piano bench, and launch into something fast and demanding—maybe a Bach fugue, maybe a string of Hanon exercises at full speed. It was my way of burning off the dread of being around people, my introverted heart bracing itself for crowds and conversations. What no one knew then was that my nervous music was almost always accompanied by a nervous stomach. My body was preaching a sermon I didn’t yet know how to hear: You’re pushing too hard.

This morning I woke up with the image of a sprinter in my mind; a runner exploding out of the starting line, using everything he has in the first stretch. He looks impressive for a moment, but he won’t win. The one who finishes well is the one who knows how to pace himself. A wise runner still exerts effort, still strains and sweats, but he does it with steadiness.

The same is true of a life lived for Jesus. He has never asked me to be the fastest or the brightest. He asks me to show up, to stay on the track, to keep moving with Him. The temptation, though, is always there to compete, to impress, to push past my limits so I’ll stand out. That kind of striving feels spiritual on the surface, but it ends in a crash. It’s not holy; it’s just adrenaline in a religious disguise.

I’m learning that my Father is not a taskmaster with a stopwatch; He is a Shepherd who graciously offers me the grace I need for a kind, steady pace. There is a deep stability in measured steps. Even in seasons when I have an abundance of energy and ideas, there is still a “right pace” for me, and God is faithful to show me how to channel it instead of being consumed by it. But when I feel myself driven, bearing down, and internally sprinting, I know it: I’ve slipped out of my holy gait.

Better to slow, breathe, and fall back in step with You. Help me. Amen

Looking Through Dark Glasses

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Uphold me according to your promise, that I may live, and let me not be put to shame in my hope.  Psalm 119:116

Can others see that I have put all my hope in God?  Not if they don’t see something supernatural.  If I live by my flesh, never take a risk, never soar above my problems, never forgive injustices, never give God glory when my trials would otherwise swallow me up, others will not see anything that doesn’t look like normal human behavior.  When I speak of God, they will easily discount my faith because I think and act like everyone else.

Job became a spiritual legend because he never cursed God.  That was his greatest hallmark.  Who does that when their life completely crumbles around them? When my losses begin to compile and, one by one, things and people are taken from me, God can begin to look guilty through my distorted glasses.

Every person tends to have a limit, a straw that breaks the camel’s back.  When that ‘thing’ happens, we throw up our hands and say, “That’s it!  God can’t be trusted.” Our face turns sour, our trust erodes, our praise disappears, and our testimony ends.  We are put to shame by those who are looking for any excuse to turn their backs on God.

David knew how tenuous his praise was.  He cried out for God to hold him up lest his faith fail.  If ever David had reason to wonder if God had abandoned him, David did.  Yet, he clung to faith and the awareness that someone in the throes of a trial cannot see the big picture.  He trusted an eternal, sovereign God, and never let fear and deception about God’s character take root.  He declared Yahweh glorious despite the circumstances.

When others speak of my life, may they say… “There’s no way anyone could have survived that without God.”  I want you to be glorified in my life on the worst of days.  Uphold me so that I can be faithful to praise you.  Amen

Fearing The Creatures Of The Night

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You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. Psalm 91:6-7

In the original Hebrew, these verses were thought to pertain to flesh-and- blood enemies.  But hundreds of years before Jesus, the Jews who translated this passage into Greek understood that these enemies were demonic forces.  Demons are referenced all through this Psalm. 

There’s a lot to learn about the demonic; why they present themselves in certain places and not others, and what must be done to close the door to their activity.  None of us needs to fear dark spirits. If we grasp the power and authority that is ours in Christ, they will fear us!   

Having traveled extensively, I’ve stayed in all kinds of places.  Each has a history. Wherever historical atrocities have been committed, there is a demonic residue that remains.  Think of every hotel room ~ how many people stay there. Think of what has transpired.  The first thing I do after unlocking the door is address the darkness, pray scripture, and use my God-given authority to cleanse it.  I’ve spent many sleepless, fitful nights in rooms I’d been too lazy to take care of beforehand.  Agitation and bad dreams ruined my stay.  Believe me, it’s not worth ignoring it. 

I’ve also stayed in many homes.  Some felt peaceful when I entered.  Others felt dark as soon as I pulled in the driveway.  

It’s instinctive to fear enemies we cannot see, but God sees them. He is a kind Father who equips His children to prevail over spiritual forces.  In Christ, we have every weapon to fight, and win.  Every sniveling, pathetic creature, even high-ranking spirits, will tremble when saints know how to wield the sharp sword of the Word of God.

Hidden in You, I am feared by Your enemies.  Thank you.  Amen

When My Heart Feels Nothing

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Will you not revive us again: that Your people may rejoice in you? Psalm 85:6

I’ve known periods when I couldn’t seem to hear God’s voice. Pain and discouragement veiled His voice.  He was there but I couldn’t sense Him.  He was guiding me, but I couldn’t discern the guidance.  It was a spiritual battle to just believe that I wasn’t alone. 

I’ve also known periods where God seemed very much engaged with me.  So much of what I read impacted me like electricity to my spirit.  Answers to prayer came in quick succession.  My pen couldn’t seem to capture the litany of things I was being taught by God.  I lived on a mountaintop and journal entries read with the intensity of someone in love.

But most of life is lived some place in the middle – in between being fully alive and partially dulled.  There are inspiring moments but mostly, days require spiritual discipline to walk faithfully.  It can be confusing.  You’d be hard pressed to describe what is wrong.  It’s a nagging malaise and you’d give anything just to feel something again.

What precipitates a journey into numbness?  The crash after a mountaintop.  The day after a victorious battle.  The period following prolonged stress.   A season during which multiple changes are occurring.  The flesh is tired.  The heart is spent.  Only God knows how to restore and revive.

If you are there today, let me write a prayer using today’s scripture as a springboard.  This is the beginning of healing. 

“Revive me, Lord!  I’m bringing my lifeless heart to you.  Something has dulled it.  I don’t know myself well enough to even diagnose why I’m in this condition.  All I know is ~ I want to want You again.  I want to be thrilled by Your voice.  I want to be alive to Your Word.  Give life to my lifeless heart.  In Jesus name, Amen”