Peace, quiet, aaahhh! How often do we crave it and yet never seem to find it. Our world is busy!
This is what I am experiencing tonight. It has been a long time (maybe 6 weeks) since having this much quiet at my house.
How often does God wonder when He will get to experience the quiet of our voices, thoughts, and just to sit and be? Does He have to wait 6 weeks for this from us? Does He have to wait even longer? Shouldn't He have that from us every day at some point?
The silence in my home is not always comfortable. After about an hour, I am creating my own noise. Radio, t.v., talking to myself out loud, talking to my dog. Just to fill the space with some sound again. Why? Why can we not just let it be so quiet it hurts?
In our silent times we should be seeking God and sharing our silence with Him. We might just hear Him and all He has wanted to share with us for so long while so patiently waiting for our silence.
I had two sets of friends at the Grand Canyon on the same day. One was visiting and showed pictures from the edge. The other was hiking his way to the bottom and back up over the weekend.
Seeing pictures and looking at how immense it is makes me go to a place of awe. God allowed this to be created. Carved over so many years by the river that snakes through it. Set in place by God's design in how our world works together.
Thinking of my friend and his brother sitting at the bottom of this immense expanse left me wondering. When you wake up the next morning, crawl out of your tent, and look up what do you see? Endless walls of rock rising so high you can't see the top? The looking side to side and not seeing an end on either side? Then the sky above it all.
The songs telling of God's love as so deep and so long and so high come to my mind. Doesn't this show that to us in His creation. Even the rocks cry out so that there is no doubt that what is there had to be made by God.
AWE! That is the only word to really describe what happens when seeing this amazing part of our earth.
Do you ever have those times when you just don't know what is next or when you will know? That is where I live right now.
I pray, I ask, I try to guess what God has in store. So much is up in the air right now and I don't know how to respond to most of it. I don't know when an answer will come.
LIMBO!
I know that one day I will know what I need to as I need to. I will eventually pray within God's will and all will fall into place. The waiting is the hard part. The unknown of how it will turn out and the fear of how it might turn out different than I think I want is hard. Letting my heart hurt in the process is harder yet.
All is God's plan. It will be good because He is good.
Talking with a friend today, I realized that God has been at work in so many little ways for so many days and I just haven't seen it until talking about it all together. Have you seen God lately?
I wouldn't say that it isn't that I haven't seen God's hand at work for a long time or anything. I just might not have really given Him the credit due for so many little answers until today. He deserves all of our praise each day we get to be living in His presence.
It starts with God putting my friend into my heart to pray for this morning and me in hers. Being in the same building every day and yet barely seeing each other for weeks. A quick passing some days but not a real conversation...until today. God is giving her lead in taking our church through Easter in a new way, a person to pray for that she just knows a little and no idea why to pray for him only to find out he has been really struggling. Only God can put that together. To bring glory to Himself and remind us who our Creator is.
I can then say that I don't think I am supposed to lead anything after the women's study is done in a few weeks. Only to say that I felt lead to organize a prayer time this summer while both pastors will be on a mission trip. To have God tell me it is my own children I should spend the next season of life teaching then gives me lesson after lesson He wants brought to them. I love when He gives me a whole lesson and all I have to do is obey and present it just as He leads. Also, knowing that the women in this study have a desire to meet together throughout summer and to keep going and pushing each other. Guess maybe when I have prayed what's next, God has given it to me. A little at a time.
Sometimes we just have to sit with someone and start telling about our life and what we have been praying and what we see coming up in the future to see it. To see God leading and putting together the next step. Sometimes such baby steps we don't even see what He is working out. Amazing!!!! That is all it leaves me saying: AMAZING!!!!!
Ever had one of those days that just tests you and wears you down? Not even sure how to respond? Just had one of those today.
It started out a good day. An ordinary day. Both boys being o.k. and just moving through the day. Then it happened...
My younger son decided to defy me. You could even call it challenge me. In the privacy of our own home? NO! In a scout meeting. Being physically aggressive to other boys so that they are all saying you are hurting them doesn't allow you to stay in the game, by the way. "Please go sit down." "NO!" And the stance of you can't and won't make me and I am bigger than you. Count down, 3-2-1," go sit down or no t.v." "NO!" "In your room for the rest of the day." The look, the decision, then the going to sit down. Finally. Now the rest of the day looks tough.
Come home and send him to his room. Follow through that eats a parent up sometimes. Needs to happen but we hate it, too. So will they some day when they are the parent. Minutes later, the shatter of glass. Broken window. Wow, what anger over something that could have been a 5 minute sitting out of one round of game and over. Now you get to live with the window letting all of the outside into your room. It is cold today. Birds love to perch all over our house. I am sure they will join you.
Luck. One storm window to pull down left. Guess the outside gets to stay out and the heat gets to stay in. I am hoping it accomplished what he was hoping for. He said he didn't know what he was hoping to get by doing that. I would guess he was hoping I would be really mad. Instead I am just sad. Sad for a boy who thinks he can make me quit loving him. Sad for a boy who is confused and hurt and doesn't know how else to show it. How can you get mad at that. I calmly had a good talk with him about it not hurting me but only him.
That no matter what he does or says or acts like I will still love him. And say it again later at bedtime for good measure.
And that is how it turned into one of those days that tests you and wears you down. I am thankful that Jesus is there to pour out to. To ask what to do to help him. To ask Him to watch over this boy. To heal him in a way no one else can. Thank you, Jesus, for just being there to keep me calm and to ask how to guide my boys.
Paul was very active in spreading Christianity throughout the Mediterranean. He established churches in the Southern provinces of Asia Minor (modern day Turkey). These included Cilicia (Paul's home-Tarsus), Galatia (received one of Paul's earliest letters), and Asia (Ephesus was capital). He also founded churches in Philippi and Thessalonica.
Worship would have been filled with the sounds of flutes, smells of meat in the market, and speakers making a good show before the crowd to be praised by them.
He was different sharing the gospel with the Gentile world. He proclaimed that Jesus was the only Savior, not the emperor or any of their gods. He spoke powerfully and pointedly to the Mediterranean people. He offered hope.
He traveled with others for protection (Acts 13:5). The travelers preferred to stay in private homes because the food and accommodations were safer (Acts 16:15, 17:5-7). The virtue of hospitality was highly prized (1 Peter 4:9).
The early Christians were willing to take many risks to travel and spread the gospel. They often sailed on cargo ships (no passenger ships available) which were not an easy way of travel but often the fastest. They took these risks because they believed they were responding to Jesus' commission to "be witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea, and in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth" (Acts 1:8). They had a conviction that there was only one God who created all men so they were responsible to him (Acts17:24-31; 1 Cor 8:4-6).
The risks they were willing to take and their willingness to have no permanent home showed how they believed in the gospel. They believed it was their job to share this with all they could. So different from us but were they really?
I have recently been through a rough week. One where I spent some of it trying to live in the past and some of it trying to live in the future. None of it trying to live in the present. This brings Satan on like nothing else, by the way.
Ever have those times when you just can't seem to forgive yourself? Through sharing this week with a great friend, I found out I wasn't forgiving myself. Do you know God has already forgiven us? Why then can we sometimes not forgive ourselves?
I learned that by not forgiving myself, I am refusing what God has already given freely--GRACE!
He can forgive me. I had already recognized my part in my mess. I had already asked forgiveness for it. He has already covered my sin and moved on. He is already trying to lead me down the path of my life that He has next for me. I was standing still while He beckoned from ahead.
Receive the grace God has given. Grace is the undeserved forgiveness of ALL we have done and could ever do. It is a free gift just by believing in Him, His son Jesus, and accepting it. Just reach out and take the present. Unwrap it and live in a freedom you can't imagine.
