Monday, April 16, 2012

Spiritual Coffee!


But those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him] shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up [close to God] as eagles [mount up to the sun]; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired.  Isaiah 40:31



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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Coffee W/ Jesus- Sanctified & Set Apart!


Galatians 1:4-5
He who gave (yielded) Himself up [to atone] for our sins [and to save and sanctify us], in order to rescue and deliver us from this present wicked age and world order, in accordance with the will and purpose and plan of our God and Father--To Him [be ascribed all] the glory through all the ages of the ages and the eternities of the eternities! Amen (so be it).


Oh Lord, I am so thankful for Paul's example.  We are never too far for you to ride in and rescue us. You are my deliverer, my redeemer, my sanctifyer!  

I am forever grateful that no matter how far I stray you never take your eyes off me.  I am forever thankful that you WOO me to your throne each morning.  As I sit and sip my coffee, I am able to bask in the presence of the Holy One.  

I bow my own plans before your throne today, and ask that you would help me to be vigilant in hearing your voice and no other.  As I sit in training all day help me to connect everything we're learning with your eternal picture.



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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Grief Done God's Way

My dads hands

It's been almost four months since my dad went home forever.  It still seems so surreal.  When I think back on December and even January it feels like I walked right through it without feeling anything.  It was as though I was frozen and nothing was real.


In February, I began to feel the thawing begin and I would find myself watching a movie that reminded me of him, (Sweet Home Alabama) or in the midst of parenting I'll remember something he did when he was raising me.  As the grief became more real I found myself trying to hide it.  Everyone else has moved on (or at least moved through this part) and I desperately do not want to draw attention to myself.


Just when I feel as though the sadness couldn't possibly become any heavier I feel the hands of my heavenly Father reaching down and lifting me up.  I can feel his supernatural peace washing over me, and I am reminded that this world is not our home.  Truth courses through me as the Lord gently whispers that all of us are going to die to this temporary world.  This world is fallen.  Death here is like a passport.  If we've given our lives to Jesus Christ, repented of our sins, and received his salvation, it's our passport to glory.  


Oh, how great are God's riches and wisdom and knowledge!  How impossible it is for us to understand his decisions and his ways!  For who can know the Lord's thoughts?  Who knows enough to give him advice?  And who has given him so much that he needs to pay it back?  For EVERYTHING comes from him and exists by his power and is intended for his glory.  All glory to him forever!  Amen. ~ Romans 11:33-36


I will see my dad again.  He will be healed and whole.  No more cancer ravaging his body.  When my time comes I will get to stand before a holy God and throw myself before his throne.  I will worship with the angels and all the other saints who have gone before me.  This world will fade away as my permanent home becomes my reality.  


And then, I know the Lord will take great joy in reuniting us with those who have walked into eternal life before us.  He will present my dad to me for a holy reunion, one that will never come to an end.  

Paw Paw and his boys

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Monday, April 2, 2012

Worshiping The Source Of My Strength!

This picture was taken on my first flight over.  My flight attendant loved that I was a first time flyer (as an adult) and made a big deal about it.  Believe it or not it actually helped to know that others were watching and I wanted to honor the Lord.  I found as I stepped out in my actions God began changing my heart. 
 

I love you, Lord; you are my strength.  You are my rock, my fortress, and my Savior; my God is my rock, in whom I find protection.  He is my shield, the power that saves me, and my place of safety.  I called on the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and he saved me from my enemies. ~ Psalm 18:1-3

Boarding my flight home out of Memphis

As I sit this morning sipping my coffee and lingering with my Lord, I am overcome with such a deep gratefulness for His faithfulness.  


This past week as I stepped out in faith (though there was still fear in the beginning) and flew to Raleigh, NC, God did a work in my life that can only be supernatural.
Two of my three flights were on these tiny airplanes.  They held 28 passengers and we felt every air pocket, every bit of turbulence.


  After years of living with a hidden fear of flying God not only removed the stark terror, he faithfully replaced it with a love!  On the way home I sat in such contented peace knowing that no matter what my life is in His hands.  There was such surrender that it wasn't even a peace about saving my life but surrendering it to Him no matter what. 


Oh, to live like this on a daily basis.....
 Arriving in Raleigh with other sisters in the Lord.


He is God and He is GOOD!


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