Posts Tagged "Word"
I wake up early. Too early I think. My brain’s still trying to unravel my dream, separate the uglies from reality. No, my husband doesn’t have a problem with that any more. And yes, he still loves me. But ok, I’ll say a quick prayer for his strengthening. I watch him under the glow of the digital clock, his chest rising and falling, his snores gentle for once. Why am I awake? I feel the pull of the Spirit. In the same way hunger awakens me after a workout, some part of me, my spirit I think, starts to hunger for the Author of Life. My Daily Bread “Jesus.” Friend, you know how you say His name and it lightens you? I say His name. I tell Him I want to grow. I think the prayer with a groan, silent and pressing. I’m aware of the places I need to grow. Too many. As I pray them, they begin to increase, multiply like the loaves of bread and fishes. Strangely, I feel lighter as I release these multiplying weaknesses. I’m aware how they’ve been shrinking over the years, in the dryer of prayer. I’m also aware how my eyes see more flaws that need repaired in my inner fabric. That’s because I’ve been slowly learning to look through the light in the Tailor’s eyes. If it weren’t for the white-noise-maker beside my bed, I’d hear the birds outside, God’s little role models that peep peep peep a musical sermon to teach me not worry. I used to wish I was a bird, shamelessly singing, beautifully flying, feathery light. But God made me a bird with skin on. His bird. His imperfect big bird. I laugh quietly when I think of myself as big bird. My eyes swing to my husband again, my big Snuffleupagus. My Wine I don’t know how my mind does this, but Sesame Street flies away, and I’m smack in the heavy weights of the day. My children. I’ve been planting prayer seeds ad nauseam, waiting for God to make them to grow. “Grow!” my spirit wants to scream. I wonder if God wants to scream at me that way. I wish He would because then growth would instantly happen. Instead of shriveling up like the fig tree, all my shriveled parts would suddenly fill with the turgidity of His commanding word. I would rise tall...Read More
All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16-17 When I think of God-breathed, I picture God, up-close and personal, igniting life in Adam’s nostrils, awakening unlimited possibility-seeds in mankind. Just as God worked with dirt and breathed life, He used imperfect men as human pens. Breathing life on their truth-stories, His Spirit-seeds continue to produce every kind of good fruit in keeping with repentance. God describes his Word as a sword, just as our tongues are swords. We touch His Word-sword to our tongues, and rest our flesh beneath its power. His Word is a life-speaking gift in our mouths. Health from the inside out, it spreads truth throughout the body. Lord, may I speak your life-giving truth today. The Good Fight I’m thankful for good weapons in “the good fight”. When our body offends us with sin, we “cut off” bad behaviors, and expose sin’s darkness under the gleam of God’s sword-light. We circumcise our hearts. The world doesn’t “get it” until they get Him. The Prince of peace reaches for them, but they reach for peace in the wrong places. Still, his Word calls out, again and again, and all who embrace it, find themselves embracing Him. We’re never more “self-actualized” than when we actually realize who are in Christ. His Word chisels away everything we aren’t, and reveals everything we’re meant to be. Our Real Enemy God gave us this spiritual weapon because our good fight is spiritual. The manual tells us to handle our armor with care. As good soldiers, we remember that people aren’t our real enemies. Satan is. Jesus withstood temptation to teach us how to fight. He showed us Satan’s half-truth lies are no match for the picture-perfect purity of the Word! Impacting Others We’re thankful God gave us a standard of morality (of safety), and the power of the Spirit to uphold it. Like an oxygen mask on a plane going down, we first cover ourselves; we then cover others. We’re not afraid to use the Word to help others because we’re motivated out of love, not pride. We want to spare people from death just as much as we want to encourage them toward life. When it comes to teaching, rebuking, correcting and training, we don’t...Read More
I don’t know about you, but my mind doesn’t automatically fill with holy truth. It’s flesh-clad bent pulls toward empty darkness, to the destructive side of youth. Worldly pollution builds like dust. Naturally. Seductive lies come disguised as truth. God’s Word is purest truth, dividing errors in two. God’s Spirit applies truth to broken lives. God’s broken Son endured the world’s worst storm to help us through. Christ is the perfect picture of rest and trust. The more we’re filled with Christ, the more we’re filled with rest. “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew...Read More