In my Bible college days, we used to act out important events highlighted in Scripture. It sounds hokey, but it worked wonders for memorization. We’d march through the Red Sea and count the Twelve Spies, separate Judah from Israel, and...
Read moreYou will not be rushed
time and time again
You wrestle control from our hands
we have no power, no hope
apart from You
and You will not be rushed
You will not be changed
but our will
our will...
You will conform
You will change
You will move us
so we wait on You
time and time again.
Inspired by church last Sunday and how He gave Tamar twin sons, and how He gave a farmer patience, and how He gave Christina back to us all... a girl to laugh with and the perfect companion for my children on a Kansas Thanksgiving Day.
What did He give you last week? Or maybe you don't know... but I think, maybe, if you look closely...
On (not yet) moving, scraps and all
I'm smack dab in the middle of a bath fight. A wet and naked three year old sits on me, the laptop precariously balances in my left hand, and a screaming match is being had over two nearly identical yellow cars.
Just a typical Wednesday night with the wee three...
We appear to be in a season of non-movement. Things are happening, to be sure, but it feels like we're frozen here in time while the rest of the world chugs right on along without us.
Read moreYes, I see it all now (or will, eventually)
For a quick few minutes, before chaos reenters, I walk through an almost clean dining and living room (it won't stay this way for long). I'm thinking about a talk I'm to give this weekend. Worrying about it, actually.
I usually look forward to these things, sharing stories about our life, our children, our work and our future. And I have a somewhat general idea on what I am to share. A loose outline. A verse here, a deep thought there. But really, it's all jumbled in fuzzy pieces. The image is not yet clear.
For nothing is impossible with God.
The verse for the year. A grand thought.
What is it about this verse that stumps me? I feel uncomfortable with it, like I don't really believe it. I've heard of it and read others testify to it, but I don't think I've seen it.
Or rather, maybe I have, but it's not been impossible enough for me. Maybe I've been ignoring it, unaccepting of it, afraid of it.
So I read it from the Message:
“‘Everyone called her barren, and here she is six months pregnant! Nothing, you see, is impossible with God.’ And Mary said, ‘Yes, I see it all now: I’m the Lord’s maid, ready to serve. Let it be with me just as you say.’ Then the angel left her. ”
I think it's not the impossible I'm to talk about. It's Elizabeth's story.
It's the waiting.
When He calls us to wait
calls us to be still
calls us to be with Him
rest in Him
trust in Him
for the impossible.
What if the staying, the waiting
is what allows us to see, to receive
the impossible?
We have no idea what God is saving us from, saving us for.
Joyful, painful ancitipation. A hopeful longing.
