The Three Trees

I have a bit of a funny story to share. Earlier in December as we were decorating for Christmas, I was talking with Maddie about Christmas traditions and how we should start some new ones now that we are here. Out of curiosity, I asked which of the traditions we had that she remembered the most (or something like that).

“What do you mean? We dont’ HAVE any Christmas traditions.”

You could have hit me over the head with a 2×4. We have a ton! Small traditions, sure, but still there are things we do every year. Like “Ornament Day”, coined by Maia, the day after Thanksgiving when the tree goes up and at least the lights go on, if not decorations too. Christmas baking. Advent calendars to count down in December. Dances with Jon to our favorite Amy Grant Christmas songs. Tacky light tours (although out here in Colorado the lights and decorations really are not that tacky so… that one might have to die). Then there are my cousin’s famous caramel rolls Christmas morning, and the new tradition we started last year: Chinese food on Christmas day, in honor of Jon’s traditions growing up Jewish (since those were the two ethnic groups that didn’t celebrate Christmas in his town).

And we can’t forget the reading of the book “The Three Trees”, a traditional folktale retold by Angela Ellwell Hunt.

Although I always misplace it, and have probably purchased a few copies over the years as a result, at some point we all gather around the Christmas tree and get comfy and one of us reads the story. The story is about three trees that sit together on a hilltop. They talk and dream about one day what they will do when they are grown up. One of them dreams about being a treasure chest to hold great treasure, the other, a mighty sailing vessel for a king. The third tree says he never wants to leave the hill, but instead stay there so that he can poing people to God.

One day, the three trees are chopped down. The first two are made into a feeding trough and a plain sailing boat. The third is left in the woodpile. Yet each in turn are used to do the very thing they dreamed about doing, just in ways they never expected: a feeding trough ends up holding the treasure of God come to earth. A plain sailing boat holds Jesus and his disciples as they are on rough waters, yet realizes he holds a King when Jesus calms the storm. The third… well, he becomes part of the cross.

The reason I love this story so much is because it’s the story of our lives in many ways, isn’t it? We may have great dreams when we are young, ones that may never turn out the way we expected. We may feel ordinary, plain, or left over in the woodpile. Yet that isn’t how God sees us.

You life, my life – we are like those trees.

Everyday ordinary people, yet carrying a great treasure in our lives. We all have hope to give, light to shine into the darkness of other peoples lives. We all can sit in the woodpile and speak to those who are not doing well, reminding them this is not all they were made for.

The hard part of the story that we adults get, and kids don’t, is that after the trees were cut down, they were chipped away at, bent, cut more, nailed together, and smoothed over…. which in some ways is what life does to us, doesn’t it? Yet this story is a reminder that not only in spite of but because of those things, the treasure of God we have found sometimes is more visible, more touchable.

More real.

Whether this Christmas season is a difficult one for you, or if it’s filled with joy and laughter – remember you are NEVER without purpose. You, my friend, are crafted and a beautiful piece of woodwork being carved. Your faith is not in vain, you carry the light of the world in you, even though you may not be aware.

“For we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this power is not from us”.. 2 Cor 4:7

Let that truth be born in YOU this Christmas!

Blessings,

Tama

What is freedom?

My new routine in the morning has me up, pets fed and out, by about 5:15 in the morning. Still dark, and pretty cold in the lower level of the house, I then like to curl up in a really fuzzy blanket, hop on the couch, and pray for a bit to start my day. Now granted, not every morning starts like this (especially NOT the ones where I forget I have a 6am meeting and have decided to “sleep in” til 5:30. Those are a bit more rushed!)

Anyway.. this morning I grabbed my daughter’s old bible and flipped to Corinthians. The verse they had circled and highlighted to focus on was one that brought to mind an old worship song:

2 Cor 3:17 “Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom”

I thought… yes… how true I have found that to be.

But my next though was how I could say that only because I had experienced it in my own life. How would someone who had never experienced the freedom of God read this? Yet I know we do this sometimes, don’t we? Its easy to read a verse you have read before and maybe mentally acknowledge it, yet never really GET it.

Kind of like the treasure in the field that Jesus talked about. You have to dig. You have to want it and set out to find it, and when you do, its fully your choice to find yourself back at that place.

So what was Paul talking about when he said there is freedom where the Spirit of the Lord is? Freedom from what? I’m not sure he was talking about strictly salvation.

In this same passage Paul is talking about how people can often have veils over their eyes or their hearts to understand the message that God wants to share with them. He is specifically speaking about the Jews hearing the message of Jesus, but think about this in your own life: haven’t there been times when you have just felt blind to spiritual truths or things about God that you didn’t get, and then something happened or you went through an experience and all of a sudden you feel like your eyes were opened to understand something new?

So think about the idea of freedom in this context. Whether its a veil over our understanding of God, or a wall we put up holding him at arms length – it’s to this place I think what Paul said made the most sense:

When you are in a place where God’s Spirit is, there is freedom:

– freedom to admit you don’t have it all together, and let Him hold you and bring His peace

– freedom to let go of an image you feel you have to uphold for other people

– freedom to ask questions you are too afraid to put into words

– freedom to set down burdens and guilt you have been carrying, and receive His mercy

– freedom to not have to be the one in charge any more, and breathe in His strength

– freedom to be who you were called to be, without any competing voices

– freedom to laugh and find joy in the face of circumstances that shout “you can’t have that now!”

– freedom to climb up into the arms of One who loves you no matter how big your daddy/mommy/abandonment/identity issues are, and no matter who thinks you are nuts for still believing in a God that is able to love this deeply

The most beautiful truth about this? God’s spirit is ever present. Yes, there are times when it might be more evident, like in a time of worship or silent reverence, but its also found in those deep conversations between friends. Or in places of natural beauty that iPhones and cameras strain to capture.

This time of year, as all sorts of voices shout at you for all sorts of reasons, I hope that you take time to remember it was a pretty dark and ugly world that Jesus stepped into… kind of like ours today. I also hope you can believe that part of His purpose was to bring your heart and your soul out of the darkness that it might find itself in from time to time.

So let his light shine for you today, and welcome His Spirit, as much as you can grasp, that you might be able to find some places of freedom this season!

The best is yet to come?

I read a verse a while ago where the Lord told Israel “I will only ever want good for you”. Of course now I cannot find it underlined anywhere in the 5 different bibles I have laying scattered around…but I know I wrote it down somewhere..

Anyway.

In reading that verse it struck me, that no one has ever run across that before, or, if they did, they ran past it and didn’t pay much attention. At this place in my life, and with so many people struggling with the idea that God is good, I wonder why this particular “word from God” is never mentioned?

I have been reading a lot of the old testament lately, and what stands out to me is that in spite of how unfaithful Israel was to the Lord, he constantly has a voice of justice, of love, and of defense of who they are. He always draws them to life, always challenges them to better, always points them to something in the future. On this side of things, we know that one of those “better” things was Jesus, the One that would forever change our fear of what God thinks of us.

When things are going well for us in life, it’s easy to say that we are blessed and that we are confident in God’s love for us and that He is good and wants good for us. Yet I am keenly aware it’s not like that for everyone. It hasn’t always been like that for me either. So the challenge in the walk of faith is to hold on to the belief that it’s true, that God actually DOES want good for us — even in spite of hard things.

What about when you lose someone you love, or a family member ends up in the hospital and your world turns upside down scheduling life around their care? What about when you lose your job, your kids make choices that leave you wondering, or the marriage you thought would last forever seems it might not? What about when you feel alone? Or when the dreams you had don’t come to pass, or life hits in a zillion other ways, and you are not in control of the outcome?

Does God still want good for you in that?

I know that for some of us, believing that God can bring good out of hard things seems impossible.

Sometimes life leaves us picking up our crown, dusting it off, and declaring to whoever will listen: I AM NOT DONE YET!

You see, for me, this goes way deeper than the verse everyone tosses around – well meaning, of course: “God is able to use all things for the good of those who love him”. Why? Because in the midst of the struggle and pain of life, its hard to see that there is good to come, that life AFTER the loss or life AFTER the pieces are picked up could ever be better than what we had.

But what if we could hold onto that hope? That the best YOU, the best [whatever your challenge is], the best understanding of how God walks with you through it all, is YET to come? It seems impossible, I know.

Yet I can firmly say I have two living breathing daughters as proof.

Saying the best is yet to come for YOUR life, I believe, is casting hope and trust onto the very arms of Jesus and acknowledge that HE is the better treasure, and that whatever you are going through might not seem like part of “the best” right now….. but that what He sees of your life is beautiful, and in His eyes it will only grow to be even MORE beautiful.

That’s glory

You’re my favorite

The Thursday I arrived in Breckenridge for a weekend retreat with the women of our new church, I received the news that one of my uncles, who had been battling cancer the past six months, went to be with the Lord. Needless to say it was not the start to the weekend I had hoped for (but it was a GREAT weekend!). Four days later I was on a plane en route to Idaho to meet my parents there and celebrate my uncle’s life.

I’ve been trying to figure out quite how to explain the experience. Athough both my parents were both born and raised in Idaho, we only lived there when I was three. After that, we’d visit when we could in the summer, and periodically for family reunions or just because. Lately its only been for funerals… something that is never easy. Yet one thing I have learned over the years is that any occasion in the Welch family is always a time to reconnect, no matter what the reason. You see, my dad’s father was one of ten children, and with him having 20 first cousins growing up.. I had a lot of people I called uncle – and a lot of cousins myself!

Every year we would come back to Idaho, my folks would have to repeat the family tree to my brother and I so that we would know who was related to who. We were always “Denny’s kids” and “the ones that don’t live in Idaho” – and everyone would nod knowingly and go “oh yeah! Ok. Great to see you again, how have you been??” Try as we might, we never could do without this re-orientation for some of the family.

That was not the case with this uncle. I remember him well, for a number of reasons, some of which I won’t go into here. But suffice to say, he always was glad to see us, welcomed us over and made us feel like we never left. As I sat with my folks in the hotel over breakfast, I learned stories of he and my dad when they were boys that I never heard. Oh goodness were they boys! God bless their mothers and the cops in their town. Its amazing they made it to adulthood.

As I listened to the stories people shared at the memorial, I heart so many more stories of how my Uncle Dick would make people laugh, offer them a beer, and just talk, for hours. He helped people get jobs where he worked at Albertsons. He never seemed to make a big deal of mistakes – even when the young man who would one day be his future son in law crashed into his beloved 53! He clearly cared more about people than things – an attitude that I heard that in every story, and saw in every picture.

One of the things everyone agreed upon was that his most-used phrase was “YOU are my favorite!” Some heard it every day. Some probably heard it once and never knew he called everyone that. But it was clear that he wanted the people in his life to know that they MEANT something to him, whether they were related or not, whether they were old or young, whether they worked for him or not. I even remember him saying that to me once – looking me straight in the eyes – when we visited in the summer. I am sure it made me beam when I was little.

It makes me think of how God sees us. We have the most difficult time understanding how God can care for, much less pay attention to every single person on the planet, and so its all too easy for us to maybe brush him off or acknowledge his existence, but never really accept the fact that God says the same to us: YOU ARE MY FAVORITE.

We satisfy ourselves with global or communal “God loves us” but clearly keep our hearts in check, for fear that if we really believe what God is saying is true, it will undo us, and we aren’t sure we can handle the deep love He longs to show.

What would happen if you took that chance? If you stood or sat still for just a moment, and let the God who created you look you in the eye and say “I LOVE YOU“. No ifs, and, or buts about it.

We are often afraid we are not enough, it’s too late, He wouln’t want us, there are too many other big things in the world for Him to worry about. But He’s God. Don’t you think he knows how to pay attention to all that? Stop using “other people being worse off” as an excuse to avoid letting Him love you. Of course there are worse things in the world. You letting God love you won’t stop wars and genocide and murder and all the horrible things we all mourn about. But it will change how you see yourself. It will change your ability to love. It will give you the strength you need to stop wars right there in your family, in your workplace, in your relationships.

Jeremiah 31:3 tells us that God has loved you with an everlasting love, that he draws you with kindness that you have never known. Jesus is the living, flesh and blood proof of this truth. If you have never actually READ of this love, I challenge you to do just that. Set aside your biases and maybe all the ways faith has been misrepresented to you, and look at Jesus. In him, God has loved us more than we will ever know.

Set aside fear. He’s ready for you to hear how much of a favorite you really are!

Parties in heaven?

The other night we watched a movie that, to many, may have not seemed that engaging. It took a while for some of the plot to develop and get the back story of the characters, but it was endearing enough for me to keep watching. The title? Gifted. It’s a story about a young man named Frank, who, due to tragic circumstances, ended up raising his niece Mary. It depicts the struggle in which he finds himself when the tiny town in Florida in which they live figures out that, at the tender age of six, Mary is already a brilliant mathematician.

Soon a court case ensues, spurred on by her grandmother – much to the uncle’s dismay. The grandmother (and exacting woman who seems to have no confidence in her own son and his ability to care for the child), insists that she has greater wealth and influence in her New England hometown, both of which could be used to help her granddaughter achieve greatness.

As part of the court case, the grandmother’s lawyer digs up the girls biological father – who conveniently names her as the legal guardian. Frank’s attorney quickly dismisses the father as one who has no right to make that kind of call. Although Mary is nowhere to be seen during this part of the movie, Frank at some point decides to tell her that her father testified.

The news is crushing. She locks herself in the bathroom, hunkers down on the floor, sobbing. Her uncle and a neighbor friend Roberta try to talk to her (well, Roberta actually chides Frank for even saying anything)… but the words the girl speaks are haunting: “My real dad is in town and he didn’t even want anything to do with me?”

Oh…..how movies can bring reality to life.

I can’t say I understand what she was feeling. My dad has always been in my life, and I have always known he loves me. Yet I know that is not the same for all of you. I know that some of you had absent fathers, abusive fathers, fathers that may have been in the picture but didn’t care about entering into your world. I cannot even begin to imagine what its like, yet my heart broke watching that scene because what cried out from that little actresses heart was a question every one of us has had, at some point (and some of you more than others):

Am I really wanted?

What Frank does next takes a while to follow, as he gives no hints what he’s doing as they get in the car (even to Roberta, who he drags along for the ride). All you see next is that they are in a hospital, and that they sit there….. for a very, very long time.

Initially I wondered if Mary’s biological father might work at the hospital, and Frank was waiting til he got off shift so Mary could meet him.

Nope. Frank had something much more important in mind.

You see, Frank could have coaxed Mary out of the bathroom, or waited til she came out on her own. He could have sat her down and explained to her that her dad didn’t even know about her, or that people are flawed and don’t often think about others. He could have sat with her in her hurt and simply acknowledged that sometimes people make dumb choices and this was one of them. All of those may have been decent ways of handling Mary’s grief… but none of them would have replaced those feelings of unworthiness with reality – and Frank knew Mary needed the truth.

The camera starts to follow the reaction of a family sitting near to them in the waiting room. The older man sits up straighter in his chair, and the women turn and look at each other, but it is silent so you have no real idea what is going on.

Frank taps Mary to wake her up, having fallen asleep since it was now the middle of the night. She scowls at him, confused.

All of a sudden, a young man comes out through the two doors of the hallway and shouts “It’s a boy!!” — at which point of course everyone goes wild and jumps up and down with excitement, hugging each other, eyes full of tears for the joy of this tiny life entering the world.

It reminded me of Luke 15:10 when Jesus talks about the angels celebrating over even one person who turns to God.

Mary sits up and looks at her uncle, who at that point leans over and whispers to her “THAT’S what it was like when you were born,” he says. In that moment, Frank communicates so much more than Mary realized she needed to understand:

You were loved from the moment you entered the world.

You were celebrated.

You still are, even if people who should care for you don’t…. Or never did.

You are worth fighting over

My friend, this is what you need to hear the Father in heaven speak over your life!

It doesn’t matter what your story is, or was. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done well or how much you’ve blown it. This is the joy God felt over you the day you were born, and even moreso the day you realized He loved you like this. He longs for you to find freedom from every lie you’ve been told, from every hurt that has kept you caged, from every wound that has left you broken.

What Mary does next is even more amazing. “Can we stay for another?” She asks her uncle….so they stay and watch until another family gets the happy news of the birth of their daughter. Mary practically jumps out of her chair with excitement, goes over to the family and joins them in the celebration, smiling and clapping for them. I’m sure they didn’t quite understand why it she joined them, but they welcomed her in and let her celebrate too.

This is the work of the kingdom, my friends. To know the joy the Father has over YOU, and then to join Him and rejoice when others find the same grace, love, and mercy for their lives. There really is nothing more beautiful and pure than watching the recognition of how much someone is loved by God wash over their lives, and to see His healing making them whole. Whether it happens in a moment or over time… it’s just flat out beautiful, no matter what their age.

So go be part of the kingdom: Find the joy God has over you. Bask in it, if you never have. Let Jesus bind up those wounds and show you how to trade truth for a lie. Then go share it with others and watch as God uses you to awaken them to His love. Its a lifetime work, my friends… but it’s worth it.

Here’s to more parties in heaven 🙂

Taking Possession

 

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Ok, first things first:   Yes, this is a picture of the sunrise over the construction empty space near our house. I chose this for two reasons. One, the parallel of the sunrise to new understandings, as I talk about later in the blog, and two, because like sitting and enjoying the sunrise requires doing nothing else…  sometimes so does holding onto those new understandings. Maybe it will make more sense as you read 🙂

Anyway….I was reading in Jeremiah chapter 32 earlier, and as I read verses 17-23, something caught my eye.

This part of the chapter is a prayer that Jeremiah prays after he follows the Lord’s leading to buy a field, even though the Israelites are about to be attacked by their enemies and lose their land. He hides the deed in a jar so that it can be dug up as proof that he owns the land, at some point in the future.

Jeremiah prays to the Lord, saying essentially – God, you are great and mighty and I know you understand more than I do. But why did you have me buy this? It doesn’t make sense. We’re about to be destroyed as a nation. God’s answer: Is anything too hard for me? Yes, destruction is coming and the city will be burned down. But I will bring you back. I promise.

This is the part of the prayer that stood out to me:
“You brought your people Israel out of Egypt with signs and wonders, by a mighty hand and an outstretched arm and with great terror. You gave them this land you had sworn to give their ancestors, a land flowing with milk and honey. They came in and took possession of it, but they did not obey you or follow your law….”

The word Obey there is [shama] which can mean obey, but also means to hear, to heed, to listen with interest

The law here is [towrah] – instructions.

So here we have the Israelite child generation (because all their parents died in the desert) that came in, took possession of the land, and didn’t just pass through. They settled down and made it theirs. They enjoyed it. They lived off the fat of the land. Yet somewhere in the midst of all of that, they forgot to listen for the voice that was once a bright flame leading them in the desert, or a cloud leading them at night. They forgot to heed the advice on living that was passed down from Moses to Joshua.

These are the stories we always hear about the Israelites, aren’t they? They remember God, they take advantage of His blessings, then they forget him and things go wrong. Life falls apart for them as a nation… and at some point they begin to seek God again and things go right again.

Summarizing that last part again: They came in, they took possession of it….

We don’t really use this kind of language much in English today, except as it might relate to real estate and lending transactions “When will you take possession of the new house? The plot of land you purchased? The car you just bought?” Or, a bank might repossess a car house or other piece of collateral, if you fail to make payments.

So, we have even in our world where taking possession is a good thing – you are finally getting what you have been hoping for or what you have been working towards. Yet it can also be a not so good thing – where, because of your own failure to pay (sometimes out of bad spending habits, sometimes out of things beyond your control) – you lose that one thing you had at one time taken possession of.

This is what it looks like in the physical world. Yet I think there are spiritual implications to this as well. There are times in our lives as believers, when we happen upon a new understanding of who we are, and what God has said about us. It could be something you heard at church, something the Holy Spirit opened your eyes to as you were reading or praying on your own. Maybe it was a song you heard or something a friend said. But it’s new and delightful and you just can’t stop thinking to yourself “how did I miss THIS???”

So the next few days, that is all you think about, this new aspect of God’s love for you, or this new truth of who you are in Christ. You walk a little taller, you bask a little more in prayer, thanking Him for how He loves you. Eventually – if you marinate in it and don’t just toss it in your “faith basket” as another thing to remember… you begin to possess this new truth. You begin to walk in it.

The fact that you really are FREE.
That you really are LOVED – no strings attached
That you really DO have the Spirit in you. God didn’t just keep that for other people
That you STAND in grace. Its not a moving shadow you have to run and find
That you have a PURPOSE for being here
That you are glorious to Him, and nothing can change that.

The hope, of course, is that we would hold onto these kind of truths and they would always be something we understand about ourselves. But if we are all honest, I can almost guarantee that at some point, even for those who have followed Jesus for a long time – those truths have to be stared at and meditated on longer because they don’t seem as shiny as when you first realized them.

None of us mean to forget.

None of us mean to slip into old habits, old ways of being, speaking, thinking about ourselves.

Heck, Paul chided the Galatians for reverting back to the law as their guide for what made them acceptable to God. This church had experienced the work of the Holy Spirit and seen miracles in their midst – yet in Chapter 3 Paul asks them:

“Who has bewitched you? Before your very eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed as crucified. I would like to learn just one thing from you: Did you receive the Spirit by the works of the law, or by believing what you heard? Are you so foolish? After beginning by means of the Spirit, are you now trying to finish by means of the flesh?”

They had taken possession of the truth of who they were in Christ, but at some point they started to slide back into worth by external law and not worth by virtue of the power of God.

Sound familiar?

The ONLY way we can avoid this is by staying close to the Lord. “Abide in me” Jesus told his followers “And I will abide in you….” and together fruit will come.

Sometimes we need God to give us a fresh “reveal” of these truths of who we are, who we are meant to be, and who we are to him. Why? Precisely so that we don’t take possession of our identity and how much we are loved and our purpose for being here — and then forget. We live in a world that constantly wars against these truths. Every time you turn around there will be a voice or picture or nagging thought somewhere that says you are not enough, you really are stuck in life, you are not THAT loved, you are not that special, and why would God care about you?

It takes purposeful separation for us to hear these truths and marinate in them again.  A quick re-read of a verse isn’t enough. You have to sit in it, ruminate on it, chew on it. I have found that is done best alone…but that may not be everyone’s style.
So my question to you is this:

Do you have a place where you can best pay attention to God and let the Holy Spirit remind you of you are? I sure hope so. But if not – I challenge you to find one. It can be a beautiful space, a messy house while the kids are napping, the treehouse outside, or an empty closet. Sometimes for me, the garage has been the only quiet place in the house. Whatever works! Just find it.

Be determined to take possession of who you really are in Christ and not let go!

 

Taking hold of…. what?

photo credit: Maia Press

So this blog goes out to all of you that feel like your faith story isn’t that cool.

No offense to those who tried everything they could in high school, have come out of addictions, were abused or in jail or gangs or big stuff like that. Your stories AMAZE me and I praise God for all He has done to save you and make you new. But I need to talk to the folks who didn’t take that route for a minute, so please have some grace here. Feel free to skip this post if you want.

This one is for the church kid, or the good kid who maybe felt like they were in the minority. You weren’t perfect by any stretch, but you didn’t really do anything hugely wrong, nothing that would have gotten you arrested or made your parent’s too embarrassed. This is for the 20 something that has done some growing up and figured out some things about themselves and come to faith with much searching, or anyone who has come to follow Jesus without all the huge fanfare or lightning bolt experiences.

The bible spends a lot of time in the New Testament talking about how much God has redeemed us from our old sinful ways, out of darkness, and planted us into His kingdom of light. Think of me what you will, but probably the first decade I was a Christian I had a really hard time identifying with this – precisely because I was a “good kid”. I willingly called Jesus my Savior because I was taught that He had forgiven me, but I had a hard time knowing exactly WHAT he had forgiven me of. I had gone to church off and on through much of my childhood, yet I can never recall a time that I ever felt like an enemy of God.

Everyone else’s stories seemed so drastic, so black and white. They seemed so much “cooler” and “better”. There didn’t seem to be room for a story where being drawn to Jesus because his people made me feel accepted me, and actually liked me for me. There’s nothing dramatic about that, I thought.

So for the longest time, when people would ask about “my story” – the answer in my head was always:

WHAT STORY?

Who is going to think anything of how God found me? It’s not this glamorous story that could win crowds or convince people of His reality because its so unbelievable.

Have you ever felt that way? Maybe your story is similar, or maybe you have always just believed and known that God was real, and your journey was one of being more and more faithful, or maybe you had more of a logical conversation with the Lord and He won you with reason. You see, it’s not just people who are saved out of the big huge horrible things that have stories of God saving them.

You have a story too.

Philippians 3:12 says “… I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me”

Yes, God took hold of Paul in a drastic way. Geez, he was killing people that didn’t believe what he believed at the time. I think God HAD to be drastic. But the reality is that if you are a follower of Jesus, he took hold of you for a reason.

You have a redemption story.

Jesus knew, even if you didn’t (or still don’t know) that you had insecurities and fears that needed to be chased out of your life. He knew that you hid your true self for fear of what others would think, or that you were running from the dreams that He gave you. He knew your perfectionism was crippling, your relationships shallow because you couldn’t go but so deep, your hidden hurts that you gave up on time healing.

The reason those don’t seem huge to us is because we inevitably find ways to deal with them, with or without Jesus.

But Jesus took hold of you to restore you into what you were meant to be. However much of that you understand now, there is ALWAYS more to uncover. Day after day I know so desperately I need Jesus. My story may not be one that will ever draw a crowd or have a movie or a book written about it, but Jesus has claimed ground in my life I never knew I had lost. He has filled in broken places my younger self didn’t know were hurting.

Jesus took hold of you out of your own personal darkness – and brought you into His light. Even if your story doesn’t seem “huge” in the eyes of the world… it’s huge to God.

Jesus tells a story of how a shepherd will leave the flock to find ONE missing sheep. You are that sheep, and God came to find you because you were worth finding.

If you have never taken time to think about your story – it’s time to do it. Find some time away from the bustle of life, quiet your busy mind, and be daring enough to ask the Lord what He sees in you. I bet it’s amazing!

Pea Soup

IMG_4694Earlier this week, I woke up one morning at 4:30. I had not planned on waking up that early, but I was wide awake – and for some reason I could not wait to get out for a run.

It was a cool morning – in the 50’s – and still completely dark, save the few street lights in our new neighborhood. As I turned the corner and headed out towards the new high school being built nearby, I realized it was foggy. Very foggy. It was so dense that all I could make out was the muted glow of the lights around the high school.

It was glorious.

Silence, all around, save the sound of the wind whipping the flag on the flagpole as I ran by.

I felt like I had entered sacred ground in a way, because across from the new high school was a huge plot of land that was not yet developed. There was a sidewalk on the outside edge, but behind that – nothing.

I had to stop and look at it for a minute, and stare into the thick nothingness that I could not see. This is the perfect picture of where I am and where I am headed, I thought. Fully confident of the presence of God, yet fully unaware of what waits beyond the next few steps in front of me.

I have come to love fog for that very reason – because it is such a perfect visual of what the presence of God is like – what it can seem like, I guess I should say – at different times in our lives, or even just at different times in worship. It is a reminder that we can breathe him in and stand in His very presence. It’s beautiful, mysterious, satisfying…and promised to us, if only we will pursue Him and do the work of waiting.  

The only thing I could see in the midst of the fog was the white line of the bike lane on the road, so of course I kept my eyes on it the whole time. It kept my footing sure and my path going the right direction, even though I still couldn’t see much.

Isn’t that just like faith? There are times in our lives where things get foggy, and the next steps are not always clear. Maybe we can barely see the road in front of us – or maybe we cannot see it at all – but as we all know, life doesn’t just stop. Neither does faith.  In fact, that’s the point of faith, to keep walking with God, knowing he is your plumbline, even when you don’t have directions and can’t see where you are going or what’s up next.

I like how The Message puts it: “… this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living…” (Heb 11:1) Other translations use words like “evidence of what we hope for” and “substance of things unseen”.  But you see, this isn’t just vague faith that eventually things will get better, or that things will work out.

Faith, grounded in the work of Jesus love for us on the cross and his ability to raise our lives from the dead even as we still walk this earth – that kind of faith is trusting He will never abandon you, even when things seem foggy. It’s holding to promises God has made of his provision, ability to comfort and counsel, even when evidence might seem to speak to the opposite.

Faith sometimes involves walking forward in the next thing without the daily reassurance that you made the right decision… but resting in the One that called and promises to go before you.

So today, I leave you with one of my new favorite songs, it’s called “Steady Heart” by Amanda Cook….. (but you can search for it yourself on YouTube or Spotify) 🙂

Switching Over

I’ve decided to switch my blogging platform and change the name of the site. I’m not guaranteeing that there will be more posts, but the reality is that I am not here to make a name for myself.

That honor belongs to Jesus alone.

So, since Jesus is the author of the very life I have, and pretty much all I want to do with the rest of mine is chase Him and all His goodness, and help others find Him too –

Here goes!

Come, everyone who thirsts,
    come to the waters;
and he who has no money,
    come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
    without money and without price.
Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
    and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good,
    and delight yourselves in rich food.
Incline your ear, and come to me;
    hear, that your soul may live

— Isaiah 55:1-3 (ESV)