for months I was dissatisfied with the performance of my central vac ...
it was heavy to push and left behind almost as much as was there before ..
the right sounds were heard
the right action was being taken
but good results simply were not there ..
finally I called one who knew how it should all work
one who knew how it was designed
and he came to take a look ...
as all the working parts were hidden inside its casing
the outer shell had to come off ..
and this revealed that some parts were not in their proper place
some parts were broken
and things were not properly aligned ...
that which was broken was fixed
that which was out of place was placed properly
that which was out of alignment was aligned
the casing replaced
the plug inserted into a power source
and the thing practically took off by itself ...
I was just along for the ride!
just like in the spiritual ...
there can be hidden things broken
things out of alignment
and it is only when we come to our Maker
the One Who designed us
and allow Him to look inside
and then plug us back into His power source ...
we discover that we are simply along for the ride ..
He is the One Who does the work
and when He does it, it is done thoroughly ...
so, I wonder if
when we find ministry is hard work
we are tired of "pushing"
tired of poor results
could it be because there is a need to be checked out inside ..
even if everything looks and sounds to be alright
when we see poor results
when we get tired in our well doing
is it time to allow Holy Spirit to take off our casing
our glittering image
and poke around inside a bit???
prayer is not a matter of my calling in an attempt to get God's attention
but of my listening to the call of God ...
in prayer, it is God reaching out to me, speaking to me ...
when I do have sonething to say, it should be a response to His initiative...
the question of whether or not or how God answers prayer is moot ,
the real question is
do I answer,
do I respond to His always open invitation ????
was reading psalm 78:8
and was struck again by the fact our hearts are a garden, His garden,
His soil and how our hearts, just as the soil, have to be prepared to receive Him ..
as soil has to be prepred to receive a seed ..
God gave the people what they craved and lusted after ... for a time
and then He gave them His wrath
The Lenten season begins. It is a time to be with you, Lord, in a special way, a time to pray, to fast, and thus to follow you on your way to Jerusalem, to Golgotha, and to the final victory over death.
I am still so divided. I truly want to follow you, but I also want to follow my own desires and lend an ear to the voices that speak about prestige, success, pleasure, power, and influence. Help me to become deaf to these voices and more attentive to your voice, which calls me to choose the narrow road to life.
I know that Lent is going to be a very hard time for me. The choice for your way has to be made every moment of my life. I have to choose thoughts that are your thoughts, words that are your words, and actions that are your actions. There are not times or places without choices. And I know how deeply I resist choosing you.
Please, Lord, be with me at every moment and in every place. Give me the strength and the courage to live this season faithfully, so that, when Easter comes, I will be able to taste with joy the new life that you have prepared for me. Amen.
our pilgrimage of love, begins and deepens as we hear God murmur within out hearts: I love you just as you are. I so love you that I come to heal you and give you life. Do not be afraid. Open your hearts. I so needed to hear these words, right this moment ... yesterday afternoon was sad and shocking and then to come home and find that threatening note from my sister ... the war between light and darkness is fierce ... very fierce I know that the only power the enemy has over me is what I allow him to have but knowing this does not lessen the pain ... I actually felt the ugliness of whatever spirit is operating through my sister as I read her words .. I actually felt the stinging of the gnostic spirit operating yesterday afternoon .. so much pain ... my mouth is filled with an ocean of salt from unshed tears .. and I again focus on| our pilgrimage of love, begins and deepens as we hear God murmur within out hearts: I love you just as you are. I so love you that I come to heal you and give you life. Do not be afraid. Open your hearts. and I confess that I find it very very hard to pray for my sister ...
if soul touches something, even if it was alive in the Spirit originally, if the soul touches it, it’s death. That’s the difference between soul and spirit; life or death, what the soul does is death.
still deeply impacted by these words. ...... looking back into events, people, ministries .... into me ... brings into greater focus the need for separation ... with guarding the heart during the separation .. reading Ecclesiastes this morning about times and seasons .. "a time to hate" it is always a time to hate sin, hate evil .... loved our fellowship gathering yesterday ... it is so obvious there is an undercurrent of something so unusual happening... every now and again I can feel it bubble, just beneath the surface .. even Ken mentioned that yesterday Kent's reaction upon seeing me was "interesting" .... personally I was happy to see him and KNOW there no longer is any bleeding . sad "tho to hear about Henry ... such a strong and vital man, now bent over and weak .. with "holes in his head" .....
if soul touches something, even if it was alive in the Spirit originally, if the soul touches it, it’s death. That’s the difference between soul and spirit; life or death, what the soul does is death. I have been seeing this. feeling this and understanding this ... and yet unable to express it clearly and this morning another said it for me .... how very very kind of God ... on another note:
it is interesting that this gentleman who sliced me so deeply is coming to speak at our fellowship today ... causing me to think again about the little, but powerful, book ... crucified by Christians ..
the wisdom in its pages has helped me in the past, helped me to walk through a wounding
and remain whole, helped guard my heart against any seed of bitterness, helped me escape the clutches of rejection ... and so I have been again pondering all that I learned between page 1 and "the end" ...... so profoundly important to take everything right back to the root and hear God ask " do you believe I love you?". It is only in the KNOWING I am loved that I am able to accept the "stuff" of this journey, look deep into it to find and hear Jesus and walk out whole..... maybe bent over a bit for awhile, but whole nonetheless.