Author: Shelley

Just Passing Through

Just Passing Through

I first met Diane when she joined our weekly “Moms in Touch” prayer group.  She and her family had recently moved to the prairies of Wyoming from the beaches of Georgia, where she had belonged to a similar group.  She knew the value of consistent, focused times of prayer for her children and quickly sought out a group to pray with here.

It’s funny how you can feel like you’ve known someone for awhile even though you’ve just met.  Fellowship in the Lord is like that.  Mothering children of similar ages and stages also creates an instant connection.  But opening up your heart and soul in prayer develops an understanding and an intimacy that goes even deeper.

I’m thankful for the time I had with Diane, for she and her family moved back to Georgia within a year, preferring the humid coast to the arid high plains. (And who could blame them?)  Wyoming was not their home.  It was almost as if they were just passing through, never meant to stay here permanently.

Today I received a call telling me that Diane had been diagnosed with cancer this past fall, and had passed away last month.  I hadn’t picked up on the one or two subtle references to health issues and difficulties on her Facebook page during that time.  But then, Diane wasn’t one to draw attention to herself.  Her focus, during the brief time I knew her, was always on others, especially her three kids.

And just like that, she’s gone.

I bet she prefers the crystal seas of heaven to the barren, in comparison, landscape of this earth.  (And who could blame her?)  This world was not her home.  She was just passing through.  She was never meant to stay here permanently.

“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ…” (Philippians 3:20)

And now I’ve got another friend waiting for me there.

Beautiful Diane, on her GA beach
Invitations

Invitations

“I want God to talk to me,” Laurel declared one afternoon not long ago, after reading one of my blog posts.

A few “light” conversations followed.  (Exactly how does one embark on a quest to hear the voice of God?)  I encouraged her to read the Bible, since it contains His words.  I also explained that sometimes the Lord might impress something on our hearts that He wants us to know or to do.  We prayed a few times during the past month specifically that God would speak to her.

So when she came out of church this past Sunday with a satisfied little smile on her face, I inquired about it.

“God talked to me,” she stated contentedly.

“Well!  What did He say?”  Now it was my turn to be curious.

“He told me to invite Jamie to church tonight,” was her simple and straightforward reply.

Ok, then.

She didn’t seem at all deterred by the fact that her friend Jamie had turned down recent invitations to church, preferring instead to read or go shopping.  She wasn’t a bit discouraged by the fact that Jamie wasn’t even home that Sunday afternoon, but was out horseback riding, taking advantage of the extra hour of daylight.  Laurel called her cell phone and invited her to church.

And Jamie accepted the invitation.

Jamie accepted another invitation that night too.  Hand in hand with a wide-eyed Laurel, she waited in line to bravely profess her faith in Jesus through baptism.  I’ll never forget the look on Laurel’s face as she waited on the opposite side of the horse trough (read:  Wyoming baptismal tank) to hug her shivering, but happy, friend.

I also won’t forget the lessons I learned from my daughter that day:

~God delights to respond to a heart that is seeking Him.

~When He speaks, listen and obey.

~He invites us to participate in His plan.

~Be sure to R.S.V.P.

~Because any event HE is hosting is one we don’t want to miss!

Sharpened

Sharpened

Lately I’ve noticed a consistent correlation between my motivation to blog and time spent with friends.  Give me a couple of hours engaged in deep conversation over a “cuppa,” and I will return home energized and inspired.  Caffeine could certainly be the culprit.  But I believe there may be an even more powerful stimulant at work here.

Hebrews 10:24 instructs us to “consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds.”  Did you catch the word “stimulate?”  It is the Greek word paroxusmos.   The root of this word literally means “to make sharp, to sharpen.”

This brings to mind a similar verse, Proverbs 27:17:  “As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.”  After time spent with a friend, my mind is clearer and my thinking does feel sharper.  Barnes’ Notes on the Bible describes it this way:  “Two minds, thus acting on each other, become more acute.”  I have enjoyed several “iron sharpening iron” conversations in recent weeks that have sparked blog posts on topics that we discussed.

Another original meaning of the word “stimulate,” according to Barnes, is “to arouse, excite, to call into action.”  He goes on to say that true fellowship between believers should “excite them to persevere in the Christian life.”  I have experienced this firsthand.  Time spent with like-minded believers motivates me to step out in faith and pursue God’s call on my life.  These friends spur me on in following Jesus and remind me that the Christian life IS an exciting adventure not to be missed sitting passively on the sidelines.

Paroxusmos is found in only one other place in the New Testament:  “They had such a sharp disagreement that they parted company.” (Acts 15:39)  Um, excuse me?  This wasn’t the uplifting verse about the benefits of Christian fellowship I was expecting.  Paul and Barnabas, friends and partners in ministry, apparently had an “iron sharpening iron” moment of their own.  Sparks were flying, all right.  Yet I’m thankful the Bible doesn’t gloss over the reality that relationships in a fallen world can sometimes be…messy.

The Amplified Version of Proverbs 27:17 acknowledges this double-edged nature of the sharpening blade:  “Iron sharpens iron; so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend (to show rage or worthy purpose).”   At times “the saints’ communion,” which was designed to be “comfortable and delightful” (Gill, in his commentary on Hebrews 10:24) can become uncomfortable and hurtful.  Unfortunately I have some firsthand knowledge of this too.  But the Lord has faithfully used these experiences to sharpen and refine me as well.  And I can say without hesitation that the blessings and joys of fellowship have far outweighed the pain and challenges.

So I’d like to close with a word to my friends.  Thank you for sharpening me through your words and lives.  Thank you for the ways you stimulate me to be a more enthusiastic follower of Jesus Christ.  Thank you for encouraging me to persevere and for extending grace to me when I fall.  I am a better person and Christian because of you.

(Oh, and the inspiration for this blog post?  Yep.  Time spent with a friend.)

The Cloud and the Cross

The Cloud and the Cross

I once had a little black cloud that liked to follow me around. Like Charlie Brown’s friend “Pigpen,” whose own personal cloud of dirt could be cleaned up temporarily, only to quickly materialize again,I couldn’t seem to shake mine for long. I even gave it a name. I called it “The Cloud of Condemnation.”

The dust and debris which composed my cloud consisted mainly of the disapproval and judgment I felt (some real, some imagined) from other people. The enemy would toss in his own dirt clods of accusation from time to time, and would further pollute the cloud with the suffocating smog of condemnation. Feelings of unworthiness, discouragement and defeat bounced around me like Pigpen’s ever present dust storm.

I lived in the shadow of this persistent cloud for several years, before the rays of God’s truth began to peek through. I’d read verses like Romans 8:1, which assured me there was “no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” I reminded myself that Satan was the author of any message with an accusing tone, not God.  (Revelation 12:10)

But the following story, by pastor and author Ken Blue, was the ray of truth that finally penetrated the toxic cloud and caused it to disperse. I pray it speaks to anyone who may feel hemmed in by a similar cloud.

When I was five years old, my grandfather and I stood in the middle of a 120-acre wheat field that was dry and ready for harvest. He said that if ever I happened to be there when the field caught fire (which it did occasionally), I should not run. A wind-swept blaze travels faster than anyone can run. Instead, I should immediately start a fire right where I stood, then stand in the midst of the burned-down stubble so that the larger blaze could not reach me. He said, ‘Fire cannot pass where fire has already passed.’

The fire of God’s judgment, the terrible punishment for sin, has already passed through Christ. Now those who are standing in Christ have no judgment or condemnation to fear:  because fire cannot pass where fire has already passed.”

The scorched place is the safe place. Jesus experienced and endured the searing heat of judgment to shield us from it. When we stand in the shadow of the cross, condemnation can no longer cast its dark shadow over our lives. Nothing can touch the one who is in Christ.

The clouds of condemnation still occasionally threaten to gather. But when they do, I merely point to the blackened ground beneath my feet, and take my place at the foot of the cross. The clouds quickly dissipate in the radiance of the Son.

I am free!

“There IS therefore now NO condemnation for those who are IN Christ Jesus.” (Romans 8:1)

A Walk on the Water

A Walk on the Water

Although the wind is still whipping and whirling unrestrained around him, a strange stillness has suddenly settled within.  For there, on the water, he sees the One whom his soul loves.

It is the Lord.  Their eyes meet.

His heart leaps at the thought of being near this One whose very presence presses peace into all that surrounds Him.  And there is that familiar twinkle in the Master’s eyes as His hand beckons him to join Him.

Warmth floods his body as he responds, compelled, drawn, unaware of the murmurings of his companions in the boat behind.

Their gaze is unbroken and the moment seems timeless as he approaches…

Until, for an unexplained instant, he looks away.

A wave of fear engulfs him and he is now painfully aware of his vulnerability and the absolute absurdity of his position.  The water begins to close in around him.  As he’s going under he manages a muffled cry to the One who had so captivated his attention just moments ago.

He is there.  His strong arm reaches down and pulls the dripping, shivering figure close.

“Oh, you of little faith, why did you doubt?”

It might have been a stinging rebuke had not that twinkle still been shining in those loving eyes.

And together they return to the boat.

(Note:  I wrote this way back in 1989(!), and thought I would share since my post yesterday reminded me of it.  It was one of those special times when I felt the Lord allowed me a behind-the-scenes glimpse of Scripture.)

Water Words

Water Words

The place I most often hear God’s voice is in the shower.  Please don’t think I’m weird.  (Although I realize it may be too late for that.)  It could be that the noise of the cascading water drowns out the other voices that usually distract me.  Or perhaps for those fifteen or so minutes the Lord knows He has a captive audience.  Whatever the case, He impressed these words on my heart yesterday as I showered.

Keep your eyes on Me.

Like Peter, I had responded to His call to leave the boat of my security and join Him for an adventure on the water.  The feeling of being out there with Jesus was exhilarating.  As long as I kept Him in view I was able to remain upright and afloat, enjoying this new place in my walk with Him.

But recently I had become more conscious of my fellow disciples than the One I was following.  I wondered what they might be thinking of me out there on the water.  I began comparing myself to others who were also stepping out of their boats in response to Jesus’ call.

And I started to sink.

Realizing I was floundering, I called out to Him for help.  He steadied me with His reply.

Keep your eyes on Me.

Then last night before bed I opened my devotional book, Jesus Calling, to that day’s entry.  Guess what I read?  Only this time it was in all caps with an exclamation point.

KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME! 

Yes, Lord.  I hear You.  I will keep my eyes on You.

 

(Note:  The story of Peter walking on the water can be found in Matthew 14:22-33.)

 

What Do You Want?

What Do You Want?

If God offered to grant you ONE request, what would yours be?

This was the question I was considering Sunday morning as our pastor challenged us to pray a bold prayer and ask for a BIG thing from God.

This was also the question posed to King Solomon one night in a dream.

“God said, ‘What do you want? Ask, and I will give it to you!’ ” (1 Kings 3:5)

“What do you want?”

Well, I could think of a lot of things!  A lifetime supply of Ghirardelli chocolate would be a big thing.  (But then I would become a BIG THING.)  My children to walk with God their whole lives would be a bigger thing.  A good result from a recent biopsy, however, was the biggest thing on my mind that Sunday morning.

Solomon apparently had a few hefty items at the top of his prayer list:  Wealth.  Long life.  Victory over his enemies.  Yet, as a new king, he knew enough to know he had a greater need:  Wisdom.

I knew I also had a greater need.  A benign report would sure be welcome news.  That’s what I most wanted to pray for that morning.  But I knew that relief would only be temporary, until the next health scare or crisis appeared.  I needed something more lasting, something that would continue to serve me well, whatever life’s path might bring.

I was even afraid to pray it.  But I swallowed my fear and did it anyway.

Lord, make me…fearless.

Solomon’s request pleased the Lord so much that He granted him an abundance of wisdom.  “I will give you what you asked for! I will give you a wise and understanding heart such as no one else has had or ever will have!”  (1 Kings 3:12)  The Hebrew word for “understanding” literally means to hear.  The Message translates it as “a God-listening heart.”  Now wouldn’t that be an awesome thing to have!

But that wasn’t all.  “And I will also give you what you did not ask for—riches and fame!  No other king in all the world will be compared to you for the rest of your life!  And if you follow me and obey my decrees and my commands as your father, David, did, I will give you a long life.”  (1 Kings 3:13-14)  He had asked for his greater need.  And he received along with it every lesser thing.

I believe God is in the process of granting my request too.  I do long to be transformed into a bold person, one who can “laugh without fear of the future” like the woman in Proverbs 31.  This really is my greater need.

But the Lord is so gracious.  After a long week of waiting, I finally received my test results, and they were negative.  Thank You Lord, for also granting this “lesser” desire of my heart.

“But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Matthew 6:33)  I think this principle has been brought home to me in a deeper way this week. 

Pursue the greater.  Let God provide the lesser. 

So, I’ll ask the same question of you.  Think big.  Choose wisely. 

What do YOU want?

Safely Home

Safely Home

We anticipated some snow as we returned home from Colorado yesterday afternoon.  We just didn’t expect the roads to be this bad.  Cars were off the road on both sides of the highway.  Emergency vehicles, red lights flashing, were arriving at a couple of accident scenes.  Traffic in our northbound lane of the highway slowed to a crawl.

I gripped the wheel more tightly and began praying, out loud, since I was alone in the van.  Chris was a few miles ahead of me driving our daughter Emily’s car, which we had taken to the closest dealer for some repairs.  We had decided to forego our dinner plans as the snow began coming down there.  When we received the call that the car was ready we headed out in hopes of beating the worst of this winter storm.

The drive took twice as long as it normally did.  Going 30 mph for 30 miles would account for the extra time.  At one point I noticed my foot was shaking as I tried to keep even pressure on the accelerator and not cause the tires to lose traction.  I literally “prayed without ceasing,” and breathed a huge sigh of relief when the sign for our exit finally came into view.  As I eased the van off the highway, I was tired, tense and pitted out.

And very thankful to be safely home.

A couple of hours later we received another phone call.

“What I’m about to tell you is going to rock your world,” my friend said.  She proceeded to inform us that a mutual friend of ours was also traveling back to Wyoming that evening, from Colorado, on that same stretch of highway.  Only there had been a fatal accident.

And she didn’t make it home.

Shock.  Grief.  And…Guilt.  We were out there earlier.  Why did we arrive home safely when she didn’t?  Why had God answered our prayers for protection but not hers?  I spent the next few hours trying to wrap my brain around what had just happened, seeking to make some sense out of it all.

As I was getting ready for bed, it hit me.

She HAD made it home.

She was with Jesus, after all, the One who promised to prepare a place for us.  The One who said He would come and get us when it was ready.  The One who assured us that we would be with Him forever.

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled.  Trust in God, and trust also in me.  There is more than enough room in my Father’s home.  If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you?  When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.”  (John 14:1-3, NLT)

She was home.

Safely Home.

SNOW_CABIN

(Goodbye, dear Liz.  Please set a place for me at your table.  I will look forward to having tea together again with you someday.)

A Conversation with God

A Conversation with God

I had a “Job” moment last night.  You know, one of those “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?” kind of moments.  The kind where we question God.  And God silences us.

I had come across this very thought provoking quote by Beth Moore: 

“Fear is an emotional outburst of unbelief.”

Go ahead and read that again.  I know I had to.  I wondered.  If fear has its roots in unbelief, then what about God am I not believing?  What am I doubting about Him, His character, His activity in the world and in my life?

I decided to be honest about the things I sometimes think about God, but don’t often voice because they look so ugly out in the open.  I timidly peeled back the layers of spiritual correctness I hid them behind.

The “conversation” that followed went something like this.  (My words are in italics.  God’s words are in bold.  Words in quotes are Scripture.)

I don’t believe You are still in control of this fallen world.  It looks to me like sin messed things up too badly.

I don’t believe You can be trusted when You say You will protect us and that no harm will come to us.  Because harm DOES come.  People get sick and die.  Soldiers don’t come home alive.

I don’t believe that Your good and perfect plan should involve pain and suffering.

Neither did Peter and the disciples.  Boy, were they surprised…

Peter:  “This shall never happen to You, Lord!”

Jesus:  “Get behind me, Satan.” (Matthew 16:22)

The belief that bad things should never happen to good people is a lie from Satan. 

And I have believed it.

“You are seeing things merely from a human point of view, not from God’s.” (Matthew 16:23)

It’s true.  I am so focused on the here and now.  You see the Big Picture.

I wasn’t quite ready to give up yet.

“If You are really God, then why don’t You prove it by…?” 

This was the essence of Satan’s temptation of Jesus in Matthew 4 and what I realized was at the heart of my doubt. 

Oh, I could.  But even if I don’t, I am still God.

Then He repeated what He said when Peter was trying to intervene (again) on the night of His arrest:

“Do you think I cannot call on my Father and He will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels?” (Matthew 26:53)

Oh, I can alright.

“But if I did, how then will the Scriptures be fulfilled, which say that it must happen this way?” (v. 54)

I took one more swing.

But God, YOU wrote the Scriptures!  You wrote the script!  You could have written it any way You wanted!

WAS there any other way?

I thought for a moment before raising the white flag.

No.  There was no other way.  Your ways are not my ways.

“No one (took my life) from Me but I (laid) it down of my own accord.  I have authority to lay it down and I have authority to take it up again.”  (John 10:18)

I was the One in control, even when it appeared things were out of control.  I am still the One in control.  Just because I don’t act in the way you think I should doesn’t mean I am not.

 

I AM GOD.

I AM IN CONTROL.

I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING.

 

Lord, I believe.  Help my unbelief.

 

Perfect Love

Perfect Love

I’m a Bible nerd.  I mean, who spends their two free hours while their daughter is at a birthday party looking up the meanings of words from a Bible passage in the original Greek?  Who reads and compares said Bible passage in a dozen different versions, when they could be out shopping, or better yet, napping?  Who blogs while the Super Bowl is on in the other room?

This girl.

The Word of God has always fascinated me.  Studying it feels like panning for gold.  Only it’s ALL gold.  It’s just a question of how large the nuggets will be today.

I was mining the depths of 1 John 4:17-18 yesterday and thought I’d share a few of my finds.  The New American Standard Version reads like this:

“By this, love is perfected with us, so that we may have confidence in the day of judgment…  There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love.”

I’ve been battling fear on a number of different fronts lately.  One of the fears I’ve had to face involves needles.  I get all clammy just typing the word.  To say I’m “needle-phobic” would be an understatement.  So when I look up the word “fear” and see the Greek word phobos, I am reassured that God is not at all surprised by my fears and phobias.

His desire, though, is to “cast out” these fears.  To cast means “to throw or let go of a thing without caring where it falls.”  Vincent’s Word Studies describes it as “turn(ing) out of doors.”  This reminded me of recent nights when worry would gain entrance to my mind and needed a firm escort to the door.

There is also an element of “judgment” in our fears.  Because I am in Christ, I do have confidence in my standing before a Holy God and no longer fear His judgment.  The kind of judgment I still battle, however, is my self-condemnation and blame when I come face to face with my own imperfections and failures.  The kind of confidence I lack is in dealing with the trials and struggles of the here-and-now.

So again, there is much relief when I notice that the Greek word for “judgment” is krisis, from which our very own word “crisis” is derived.  The confidence God gives is big enough to cover not just the life to come, but the day-to-day challenges of this life as well.  We can have a holy boldness when we encounter the inevitable crises on this side of heaven.  “He whose sins are pardoned, and whose heart is filled with the love of God, has nothing to dread in this world or the world to come.”  (Barnes’ Notes on the Bible, italics mine)

The hinge that our confidence and courage turn upon is this thing called “perfect love.”  The Greek word used here for “love” is agape, which refers to God’s unconditional, supernatural love, as opposed to the conditional, more fickle human variety.  It’s His love that shows our fears the door.  “This is love:  not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.” (1 John 4:10)

We know God is perfect and therefore it follows that His love would be perfect.  The Greek word for “perfect” is teleioo, which means “accomplished, finished, fulfilled.”  This made me think of Jesus’ final words as He hung on the cross:  “It is finished!” (John 19:30)  And this is where it gets good.  I checked, and sure enough, the Greek word for “finished” in John 19:30 is teleo!  Eureka!

“Finished” can also be translated “paid.”  When Jesus cried, “It is finished!” He was essentially saying, “It is paid in full!”  The work was done.  The debt was paid.  He had led a perfect life, which qualified Him to offer Himself and take the punishment we deserved, in one perfect act of love.

This then is the “perfect love” that casts out our fears, that gives us confidence both in this life and the next.  Jesus died to purchase our freedom.  He rose to conquer our fears.  He lives to give us courage to face any crisis.  We can rest in His finished work, secure in His proven love.

And that knowledge is worth its weight in gold.

 

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