Monthly Archives: February 2013

The Naughty Israelites.

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I am currently studying the book of Nehemia. I have to admit at first I thought I was not going to get a lot out of it except that there is a need for missions in other countries.  But this last week God really touched me by showing me our vulnerability to rebellion.  

The israelites where shown God’s Grace and mercy over and over.  He provided for them, he delivered them from their enemies and he made promises that he kept.   Yet, they complained, rebelled, and were unthankful. I was struck as Kelly Minter, the person who wrote the bible study wrote, “No matter what period a people live in, we tend to detach ourselves from the past works of God, wondering whether He still acts powerfully in the present as He did in the past. ” Why is that? Why do we do such diservice to our God?  I hate the fact that I am weak and that I sin.  God has been so good to me and has provided for me over and above what I have ever asked for.  Yet I stumble. And I fail to see God for who he really is…A man of his word.

 What is it that I can do to change? What makes me a better person today than I was yesterday? I guess the fact that I realize that I am human and I am not perfect is a good place to start.  But most importantly that I strive to change and try to become more like Jesus.  It’s taking those steps that are so important.  

I recently had a discussion with a friend of mine about hypocritical Christians.  That they say one thing and do another.  Is there such a thing?  God knows our hearts  He sees the most inner feelings we have and if we are really trying to be better people despite the stumbling does that make us hypocrites?

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Sister Chat

While dropping my six-year-old daughter off at school one morning I noticed she had great big tears welling up in her eyes. I took a second glance at her and realized even her little chin was quivering.

I got down on her level and ask in a whisper,” What’s the matter?”

Unable to speak she holds up her spelling journal. I jumped to the conclusion she must be a little nervous for her spelling test. So I gave her a quick Mommy pep talk.

She balanced the tears on the edge of her eyelids but was still quite panicked. She finally replied, “No mom!” The plastic bag that my journal goes in is not in my back pack!”

Kindergarten teachers are so wise. They know the endless possibilities that can end up in a little person’s back pack. Her teachers send the spelling journals home in big Ziploc bags. Smart…

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Daddy Hold me

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The other day while I was in the grocery store, I watched this sweet little boy with big tears in his eyes raise his hands up to his father and say “Daddy, hold me”.  For some reason this really hit me because this baby boy was hardly able to stand on his own yet instinctively he knew to raise his arms up when he needed to be held. 

My parents divorced when I was very small because my father was an alcoholic and abusive.  I hated father’s day because everybody in school would make these lavish father’s day cards for their dads, yet I could not do that.  

It was not until I began to develop my relationship with God that I began to visualize myself holding my arms up to him when I needed to be held.  I wish that when I was smaller, I would have had the idea because there were so many times I needed a Daddy.  

Even now at the age of 45, when I am dealing with life stresses or something overwhelming, I find myself falling at the feet of Jesus laying my head on his knee.  My “Daddy” has spent many times since then stroking my hair and giving me the assurance I need to carry on.  At nights when my thoughts overtake my mind, I climb into my heavily Father’s lap and just pray for the ability to have a quiet mind so I can sleep.  He is always faithful in granting me what I need.

My hope for you would be, you too, would climb into the lap of Jesus when you need him.  Do it even when you don’t need him but just to surround yourself in his love. 

Come to me all who are weary, and I will give you rest…

Aside

It takes work to build a friendship.  You need to give and take and be open to share information with each other.  Eventually over time, the friendship strengthens  and the bond becomes very strong.  When you accept God into your life, that same dynamic needs to take place.  You need to spend time with God in Prayer and reveal bits and pieces with him about you.  You need to really to soften your heart towards him and allow him to change you.  How do you find out about God and the person that he is?  What do you do to become more intimate with him to gain that love that is so strong that you are willing to lay down your life for him?  These are really strong questions.  But as a believer, no matter what place you are in your walk with God, I hope you  are doing what it takes to reach that Agape love.  Take the time to get to know your Jesus.  Fall in love.

There’s no place like home

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I attended the San Fransisco Writers conference this last week.  I was so nervous to persue this because I never have considered myself a writer.  I have had a few short stories published before but writing a book is something so very different. As I stepped out of my comfort zone and began to rub shoulders with some of the “big dogs” in the industry, I was pleasantly surprised to be embraced by them.  They were, after all, human like me.  They gave me the encouragement I needed to take the next step in getting my book published.  I would like to invite you, my friends and family, to join me on this great adventure.  I would love your feedback on anything good or bad because after all, I am a newbie at this and any criticism is appreciated and welcomed.