“My desire”

Desires. We all have them. Some healthy, some rational, some well…aren’t. Desire drives us; they move us forward or in some cases backwards. They push us to our goals or they can push us to our destruction. Desires are complicated, in the makeup of our person our desires have the capacity to overtake our wills and our resolve in a matter of seconds.

Desire is inherently for our good. We, being fashioned in the image of God, have a Divinely established portion of our souls where desires are produced. God desires. He desires for all to come to salvation (2 Peter 3:9). Jesus desired to gather Jerusalem under His wings, but they refused. So, from the standpoint of scripture, desires are not bad in themselves. Now understandably, God desires out of sheer delight. While we as fallen humans, desire out of a need we feel. That “need” is the source of the fountain of desires. We all need something. Being the sovereign Creator He is, God knew exactly what would fill that cavernous need deep within, and it is found solely on the person of Christ Jesus. Desire is what God placed in the soul of man to drive us to the foot of the cross.

What’s your desire?

Paul was a man eaten up with desire. A desire so strong and secure that it would even drive him to martyrdom. What was it? He tells us plainly in Philipians 1:23.”…my desire is to depart and be with Christ…”. To be with Christ, to know Him intimately (Philip 3:10), to share fellowship with Him…even if it meant losing his head. Paul wanted to be where Christ was.  Every other desire he had was founded upon this one; to know Christ. The extremities of Paul’s desire aren’t easily duplicated or forged. Simply put: you can’t fake this kind of desire. It’s the kind that overtakes you like a wildfire, it consumes everything it touches. Why would someone seek so hard after Someone they had never seen? Why would they risk comfort and worldy pleasure? It was simple for Paul. God had desired him, by seeking him out and saving him on that dusty road to Damascus. Paul started that journey with one desire in mind, to kill or imprision all who belonged to The Way. (Acts 9) Yet masterfully done Christ showed him what he needed, what he was after. He showed Paul Himself. The unfolding of revelation blinded the Apostle from anything other than Christ.  From that point on Paul was ate up with a new desire-Christ Himself. You see Paul had been desired, sought out and now his heart throb was to seek the One who sought him.

Im not a writer. I’m not eloquent in speech. I’m a terrible speller. I have more insecurities than you can shake a stick at. But deep within is something that pushed me beyond those insecurities to start this blog: a desire. A desire that wouldn’t quit. A desire that would deflate the giant in front of me. A desire that engrafted courage into my weakness. A desire that has taken over my heart. What is it? Christ. I don’t desire to have a lot of followers, or for people to be in awe of my posts. My desire is to finish my race, fulfill my ministry, bring forth a harvest for the Kingdom, and fundamentally “for Christ to be honored through my body.” (Phillipians 1:20). I want my life to be a fragrant offering before my Lord. Im just an average woman, seeking out an extroidanary Savior. Am I there yet? Not hardly. I make myself sick by the lack of  fervor I sometimes display. But “I press on to make it my own because Christ has made me His own.” (Philip 3:12). Christs own relentless desire for me catapults me into a wildfire like desire for Him. He has placed an upward call on each of lives. ( to know Him more intimately, to glorify His name and to advance the gospel) Desire pushes us there. Some will make it, some will not. It’ll depend upon who/what sits on the throne of your desires. Don’t settle for spiraling downward when you were made to soar upward! Take what’s been given to you- Christ Himself, the fulfillment of every desire. His desire is for you beloved.

“I am my beloveds and his desire is for me” SOS 7:10




Don’t Get Your Hopes Up

“…my soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is; so I say, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord.” Lamentations 3:17-18

Hopelessness. It’s the reckless abandon of expectation. It suffocates dreams and knocks down vision. It puts out the hottest fire in the most zealous soul. Hopelessness stalks under the brush of disappointment, pouncing at the first sign of weakness in our faith. It is the aim of our adversary. He seeks to steal our joy, kill our passion and destroy our destiny. And the way he accomplishes this? He feeds us a lie that is laced with truth:

“It’s too good to be true. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Gods promises, he argues, are too good to actually be real. He tries to convince us they are a far fetched fantasy, that has no real chance of coming true. Like a fairy tale existence, many of us have bought the lie that what God has said and declares about us, is too good to be true.

So we settle. We conform. We compromise. We miss out.

That’s the enemy’s goal; to convince you not to get your hopes up, so you’ll settle in the rut of complacency, never reaching the full measure of Christ’s bounty He has promised us. (Ephesians 3)

For many of us we expect lesser things and so that’s what we get. We don’t really expect to live in our higher calling, because it’s unrealistic.

To us, reality is based on our perception. The things we can see, touch, hear, think…to us all those things are possible. But God isn’t limited by the walls of the mind or the borders of the heart. Instead, He bypasses what we call barriers and sets a new stage for reality. He uses a way higher than ours to bring us in.

Hopelessness is when we try and bring God down to our level. Hope is when He brings us up to His; where He shares His heart, His plans and His vision. Hope is based on something much bigger than ourselves. It’s based on the fullness of Christ. Hopelessness on the other hand, is based not on the abundance of Christ’s strength, but on the lack of our own.

The biggest trap we could fall for today is this: Don’t get your hopes up.

That’s what the world would tell us. We hear it from Drs and bankers, from friends and foe. We rationalize and scrutinize our plot. We weigh our chances to safe guard against disappointment. We’ve grown skeptical of the supernatural. We have tasted the manna but forsake the fruit of the promise land.

So why do we take the bait? Why do we fall for the lie, “it’s too good to be true “?

Because it’s bigger than us. Bigger than our perception and so it’s unbelievable to the natural man.

Just the thought of God cloaking Himself in humanity, submitting Himself to suffering to the point of being beaten and broken by His own creation, is unbelievable. But the story doesn’t end at the cross, that’s only the beginning.

Then when all thought hope was lost-the grave shook with resurrection power, as the Lamb roared in victory over death and the grave, silencing hopelessness.

Some would say that was unbelievable. But He wasn’t done.

He then appeared to over 500, commissioning and confirming, over a 40 day period, at the end He rose again. This time it wasn’t from within the earth but from the earth. He ascended on high, and as He did so did all those that would believe. He cloaked the believers in the same resurrection power, arming them with authority and placing purpose on their heads. With this final act He set all who would believe in Him on the higher way; above hopelessness.

Christ has disarmed the bandit of hopelessness. He has sabotaged the enemies attempt at annihilation. He gave us hope.

Hope in a new day. Hope in victory. Hope in love. Hope in purpose. Hope is restoration. Hope that will not disappoint. (Romans 5:5)

You see hope doesn’t disappointment because it’s based on the permanence of Truth. The unshakable foundation that states: He is ours and we are His…forever.

You see all that’s why all this seems too good to be true. It requires faith; the assurance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

How tragic would it be to hope only in what we can see, only in what we can rationalize.

Faith calls us to see things that aren’t as though they are. To step above what we can rationalize and to believe…to believe there’s purpose in all this, the believe that it’s not over.

Hope promises to deliver what good intentions cannot; contentment.

You are mistaken if you believe this is it. That suffering has the last word, that violence and hatred have ransacked peace.

Hopelessness causes us to believe the charade of darkness. Don’t buy it. Don’t take the bait.

No matter what has suffocated your hope and stolen your happiness, now this:

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies are never come to an end, they are new every morning, great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

Hope is based on the permanent love of God, not the temporal threat of suffering.

What’s the use?

What’s the use?

The question spilled out of my heart like hazardous waste as I looked around at the shattered existence that was my reality. It all seemed so hopeless, such blatant crises that could not be over looked. The pain so sharp. The choices so few. The deliverance seemed so far.

There was a woman in Scripture who could have reacted the same way… “What’s the use?”. After all, Jochebed could not fight the Egyptian troops. The time had came when she could not protect what was precious to her any longer. Yet, the mother of Moses would not give in. Not to the enemy. Not to the threat. Not to the pain.

She carefully wove a basket and sealed it with pitch. Then she laid her tiny treasure in her homemade ark and laid the cover of him, like she was sealing his fate. She did not know that instead she was sealing the fate of her people. She gently sat the treasure chest into the nile and watched as her most treasured possession floated away.

She couldn’t have known it then, but her faith would save an entire nation. For the treasure she released would turn out to be the instrument God used to release His people from bondage.

She could not have seen that in the moment she chose release over defeat and Faith over fear, she was choosing deliverance.

Deliverance often comes through release. When we lay our treasures in hand of an All Powerful, All Knowing God. When we release what we don’t have the ability to do-to the One who does.

But we don’t always respond like Jochebed do we? We crumble under the weight and we wonder “what’s the use?”, “why bother?”. We feel like we are fighting a loosing battle. The questions swirl: whats the use…our kids aren’t listening, the bills aren’t getting paid, the job illudes is, our boss over looks us, the doctors report was grim…it seems like the end is imminent. But is it? Could it be it’s only the beginning?

A common theme rises throughout Scripture: that the end is really the beginning. The beginning of deliverance.

We don’t have to look very far into the Word to see this play out. Joseph was favored and adored. Yet, that favor seemed to be high jacked as he was sold into Egypt. Through a series of events, that seems like Jospehs favor is at an end, we see what many would consider the end was only the beginning. Joseph’s slavery turned out to be the deliverance for many. (…but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive…Genesis 50:20)
. Yet, probably the most profound was when darkness seemed to extinguish the Light on the dark Friday over 2000 years ago. The Word seemed to have gone silent at the chokehold of death. Strangled and broken, the Son of God laid lifeless in a borrowed tomb. His fate, like Moseses, seemed sealed. Yet…

“And they found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were perplexed about this, Behold, two men stood by them in dazzling appareal and as they were frightened the men said to them “Why do seek the living among the dead? He is not here, He has risen!” Luke 24:2-6

What seems to be sealed from man is not sealed from God. 

One woman’s faith saved an entire nation.
Your faith can do the same. 

One act.

One sacrifice.

One moment when you refused to let your circumstances constrain your God.

So, if “What’s the use?”
Circulates through your heart remember…What seems to be useless can be turned out for the deliverance of many…if only we will release our treasure to the One who is able.  

The deliverance you seek may not be within your grasp but it is always within His. 

So Long

The farmer looked up into the grey skies, from the view from the farmhouse window it looked as if the farmer was evaluating the chance for rain, yet the wife knew better. She didn’t see a man evaluating the weather, she saw a man evaluating the harvest. A barefoot little boy with dirt smeared on his jeans pulled on her apron and asked “mama, why does papa walk around the field looking at the clouds?” She smirked the way mothers do and bent down so his eyes met hers. He’s not looking at the clouds, he’s looking past them.” The child looked confused. “How?” She gently wiped the dirt off his face with a wet cloth and stroked his blonde hair out of his eyes as she pulled the answer from the vault of her heart. “Your father is praying over the harvest my child because he knows that every seed grows from the grace of God.” Content with the answer the child scurried away. She was drawn back to the farmhouse window. He was still out there, hands lifted toward the heavens. His tanned weather worn face shone with faith and patience. It had been so long since rain had bathed the corn. It all was drying up before their eyes. They couldn’t do anything but throw their hands toward the heavenlies. All the other farmers had given up on the harvest for that year. “It’s a lost cause…” the preacher whispered Sunday after church as he wagged his head back and forth. But the farmer wasn’t so easily deterred. His faith bubbled out of his mouth in response to the poison of discouragement “I merely planted the seed it’s not my job to make the harvest grow..” “But it’s been so long…” the preacher responded “God won’t reject the seed we’ve sown in faith.” The farmer shakes his hand and walked off with his family in tow. “Papa, how do you know for sure?” The inquisitive boy asked. “I don’t son-but faith doesn’t require us to know in advance.” Her heart fluttered as she thought of that; faith is believing even when we can’t see in advance. “But it’s been so long Lord…” she whispered as she washed potatoes off in the sink. As she washed the dirt off of the potato, she heard a gentle whisper from heaven “your holding proof of my faithfulness.”. Her heart sank as she remembered last years bumper crop. The farmer walked the fields, hands uplifted, eyes turned heavenward, just like he is today. “they trusted and were not put to shame…” the words of Psalms 22 bled out of her heart.

(The word shame in the Hebrew language is “bosh” and means: dried up, embarrassed, disappointed, delayed, and so long. It is in used in context when farmers experience distress over no harvest.)

She looked out at a man whose entire life echoed the heartbeat of faith. He trusted God in the bumper crop and in the drought; even though everything was drying up all around them he trusted the heart of God. As she mixed up the pie filling she glanced back out the window; he was on his knees now, face still uplifted and hands reaching high. She heard herself repeat the words “it’s been so long…too long Lord” as she laid the final plate on the old plank table she paused,she heard a strange sound…a melody she hadn’t heard in so long. She ran to the window, and gasp at what she saw; the window of heaven had been thrown wide open. The bottom was falling out of the sky, instead of the bottom falling out of their harvest. The farmer was still there, on bended knee, eyes turned heavenward, hands lifted high. She ran to him and threw her arms around him. He looked her in the eyes,his hat brim dripping with the blessings of God and said “we trusted in Him and we will not be put to shame.”.

“It’s been so long…” I don’t know if you’ve ever uttered those words.. If you’ve ever had something that seemed like an illusion etched in the front of your mind. The distant memory of a better time is vague and hazy now. Time seems to elapse the faithfulness of God after awhile. We can get caught up in the tick of the clock, with every passing minute that we wait our faith is being attacked by the subtle enemy of time. We have a plan and a time table laid out before the throne of God but He’s never been good at reading time tables.

Time begs us to throw in the towel but faith tells us to wipe our brow with it and keep trudging onward. So, whatever it is you have planted, keep looking upward. Looking past the circumstances into the heart of God. He will not reject the seed you’ve sowed in faith.

He’s got a plan-trust His heart when you can’t see His hand.

Thonyou we cried and rescued; in you they trusted and were not put to shame. Psalm 22:5

Promise of Presence 

Joy. It’s the epitome of the season. Yet, for many of us it’s an act. We pull our fake facade of contentment over the empty groaning of our souls. We are masters at masking our discontent with smiles and scripture. Our lives seem together and orderly but deep within there is chaos and disorder. The echo of emptiness bounces off the walls of our hearts and into the channels of our minds. We can’t shake this. This thing that has the attention of our hearts. 

Something has grabbed our hearts attention. Everyone of us has something on the radar of our hearts. It could be anger, stress, brokenness, disappointment, unfulillment…whatever it is, the beat of our heart echos the pain. 

Whatever has the attention of our hearts also has our energy. We go to bed with it on our minds, we wake up with it still there, it consumes us. Our emotions, our choices, our conversations, our plans…they all revolve around this thing that has our hearts attention because when something has our hearts it has our lives. 

In Matthew 2 we see the story of 2 types of seekers. One is superficial, the other is sincere. 

The superficial seeker was Herod. Herod focused on the threat of the present over the promise of the presence. Superficial joy is obessed with the apparent. It’s stuck in the moment and misses the miraculous. It has the appearance but lacks the substance. 

The sincere seeker(s) on the other hand, set their hope in the presence of God over the threat of the present. 

The wise men rejoiced when they saw the star; notice they didn’t wait until they got to house where the child was, they rejoiced when they saw the star. 

The star was the promise of His presence. The men were wise indeed for their  hope was not locked on the present moment but on the promise that God is here. 

We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of our souls, a hope that enters in beyond the veil, where Jesus has gone…” Hebrews 6:19

In the Old Testament, the temple/tabernacle conplex was divided into two main parts. The holy place and the most holy place, a veil separated the two. No one was allowed to enter the Most Holy place except for the high priest and he could only go in one day a year. Why? Because that’s where the Presence of God dwelled. The Skeinah glory of God honored in between the cherubs. This was more than a building it was the promise of His presence. That is where our hope is to be anchored, not in circumstances but in His presence. 

Joy in the Greek is the word Chara and means “exuberant pleasure, delight.” Its experienced when our soul finds its delight. 

Our hearts groan, we have a need that the present cannot satisfy. We crave goodnees that this world cannot give. 

Yet, There is a place where our need can be meet….

18 Moses said, “Please show me your glory.” 19 And he said, “I will make all my goodness pass before you and will proclaim before you my name ‘The Lord.’ And I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy. 20 But,” he said, “you cannot see my face, for man shall not see me and live.” 21 And the Lord said, “Behold, there is a place by me where you shall stand on the rock, 22 and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by. 23 Then I will take away my hand, and you shall see my back, but my face shall not be seen.” Exodus 33:18-23

There is a place…a place where your soul can be satisfied; in His presence. 

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalm 91:1

The Hebrew word dwell means, “to keep the attention directed.” While abide means “secure”. When God has the attention of our hearts than our souls will be stable no matter what comes our way. 

Joy is a choice. But to choose joy we must choose His presence. 

“…in your presence is fullness of joy.” Psalm 16:11
The joy of His presence is the pleasure our souls crave. 

The question is will we choose the threat of the present over the promise of His presence? 

How much more? 

“If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the Heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?” Luke 11:13

How much more do you want? 

The answer to that question will no doubt be determined by what it is that’s being offered to us.  

More coffee? Yes, please.

More debt? No thank you.

More compassion? Absolutely.

More judgement? Not so much.

What about the question “Do you want more of the Spirit?”

Desire. That’s where our answer to any question comes from. Our desire for more is dictated by our awareness of the possibilities laid out before us. We settle because we don’t understand the abundance offered to us; we have come to the conclusion that we’ve reached the zinth of His presence. Abundance seems to be an illusion. Like it’s only for a select few. But could it be we only see a few experience it because only a few ask for it? 

At any given moment we can ask: Is it possible to have more of Him? And the answer would be “So much more”! 

Sometimes it’s not that we don’t want more of the Spirit, we’re just content with what we have. But then something shifts; our circumstances become pressing as fatigue and frustration flood our hearts; we may not be suffering but we’re not comfortable here. It’s not painful but it is pressing. Discomfort has a way of raising us up to fullness. We are never more apt to be full than when we are being stirred within; Never more desperate than we we realize what we’re missing.

Throughout the scripture death brings life; the rousing of stagnant souls is seen from Genesis-Revelation; Dry bones find fresh flesh, collapsed lungs are filled with air, still hearts start to thump…

Stagnant and cold. Unproductive and passive. That’s us. The genius of resurrection is that it raises the cold heart from obsecurity to boundless heights; it rescues us from ordinary. 

“For you have died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.” Colossians 3:3

Because our life is found incapsulated by the Word made flesh, we are lifted from the ordinary to soar on the heights of His victory. When Christ was raised from the dead the victory was won but it wasn’t until he was raised to His place of authority that the victory was released on those who believe. After he rode on the clouds, traveling back to His throne, He poured out His Spirit, the same power that “worked in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him in the heavenly places…”.This power, resurrection/ascension power, has been injected into the believers life by the presence of the Spirit. He raises us above…above the struggles, above the abuse, above the threat, above the hurt, above the shame, above the discomfort…to fullness; He has seated us with him in heavenly places. That means any power that is suppressing you  has no authority to hold you there. 

The victorious life is depicted by one who lives above the watermark of common. It’s easy to be swallowed up by the current of commotion, we find ourselves fighting the tide the chaos of ordinary brings. It pulls our minds into the torrent of superficial thinking. We set our minds on what is seen, on what is around us. We are obsessed with the obvious and because of that we are classified as ordinary; a life that leaves no impression. 

If we are occupied with the obvious we are forfeiting the power offered to us by our Father. We uncounciously bind ourselves to things that make sense, to the rational and the safe. Yet Our lives are not to be defined by what we see: by suffering or  even by our influence. Our lives are buried in Christ, the fullness of Him marinates our life with the aroma of heaven. 

A steak is placed in marinade to soak in flavor, to cause it to loose it’s blandness. The longer it soaks the more flavor the steak has. So too with us; the longer we soak in the presence of The Spirit the more our lives loose the bland “taste” of ordinary. 

So, how much do you want? 

Access had been unlocked and He’s waiting. 

The Weight of Obscurity 

7 The angel of the Lord found Hagar near a spring in the desert; it was the spring that is beside the road to Shur. 8 And he said, “Hagar, slave of Sarai, where have you come from, and where are you going?”“I’m running away from my mistress Sarai,” she answered.9 Then the angel of the Lord told her, “Go back to your mistress and submit to her.” 10 The angel added, “I will increase your descendants so much that they will be too numerous to count.”11 The angel of the Lord also said to her:“You are now pregnant  and you will give birth to a son.You shall name him Ishmael,[a] for the Lord has heard of your misery.12 He will be a wild donkey of a man;his hand will be against everyone and everyone’s hand against him and he will live in hostilitytoward[b] all his brothers.”13 She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen[c] the One who sees me.” 14 That is why the well was called Beer Lahai Roi[d]; it is still there, between Kadesh and Bered.  Genesis 16:7-14

She felt used and misunderstood. She was seen but people only saw what she could do for them. Her dreams, her desires, her plans seemed to dissolve by someone else’s itinerary. She felt the brunt of someone else’s decision and was left with the consequences. Hagar (Hagar was Sarai’s servant who was given to Abraham to try and fulfill the promise of God through Human Resources. The idea was she would conceive and give Sarai a child that way. But it didn’t work out like Sarai planned. Like anything that comes with the flesh, dissension and jealously drove a wedge between the two women. So, Sarai treated her “harshly” scripture says.) carried more than a child with her as she ran away from her harsh circumstances. She carried the weight of being seen but treated like she fell in the cracks of oblivion.

We’ve all been there, seen but treated like we weren’t. The sacrifices we make go unnoticed, the commitments blown off, the loyalty taken for granted…we feel used and worst of all looked over. Like some how our best wasn’t good enough and as a result our dreams dissolve in the shadows of obscurity. We had more to offer, we have great potential but it’s not noticed. We end up watching someone else get the promotion, the title, the grade, the car, the friends, the husband, the child, the applause…someone else seems to get the product of promise, someone other than us.

Maybe you’ve never been there , in Hagars shoes. Where it seems everyone’s sucesss is at your cost. Where things are happening but at your not in it. Some of us know the burden of obscurity all to well. The weight lays heavy on our souls as this question swirls like a cyclone through our mind: does anyone see?

They say they do but we’re not so sure. So we hide behind our schedules and use our callings as camouflage; we feel obscure so we hide. That’s a tale as old as time; Satan convincing us we are obscure and as a result, we try and hide from the One who is searching for us. He’s clever alright. Knowing the fatality of obscurity is in it’s irony; that if we feel unseen our instinct react as though we are.  Eve did it in the garden and we still do it today. As Adam and his help mate heard the gentle steps of the Creator coming their way, they hid. In Genesis 3 God called to His prize and said “Where are you?”. The Almighty knew where they were so why did He ask? He didn’t just want to know where they where He wanted to see them. God asked Hagar the same question as she was running from obscurity; “Where have you come from and where are you going?” She was in the wilderness, pregnant with a promise she had yet to receive. The wilderness is often a place where we are at a crossroad of where we used to be and where we are going. In a place where promise is growing but it hasn’t began to show. It’s a place of encounter; where promises are pronounced. But Hagar didn’t know that. She only knew the burden of obscurity. But Someone saw. God found her in her obscurity and spoke a promise into her present. Nothing’s as obscure as the present because we can’t see beyond it so we think we aren’t seen either. Hagar was stuck in obscurity, pregnant with a promise that she had yet to receive…maybe in those times when it feels like I’m stuck in obscurity my situation is actually pregnant with a promise I didn’t even realize God made. Maybe in those times I feel used and looked over, Someone has seen and that Someone has promised that there’s future beyond the present. Maybe what seems obscure and unimportant is actually the stage for our purpose to be born.

Many of us will find ourselves in between where we were and where we are going but don’t be mistaken, that is NOT obscurity. God not only knows where you are He sees you there and your situation is pregnant with promise. The beauty of being a child of God is not solely in being known by Him but being seen by Him; found in His promise.

Rest in what seems like obscurity knowing that He is the God of seeing; Jehovah Roi. And instead of hiding in the harshness of the moment look for the one who looks for you and after you. For the darkness of obscurity melts in His embrace.

Wonder of the Word 

The word of God has saved my life. I mean that literally. Without the guiding light of Scripture I would have stayed on the dark path I found myself on many years ago. Quite frankly,  It saved me from myself. I was my own worst enemy, my mind was against me. So, its my passion for others to see the worth of the Bible; for women to realize that all they need can be found wrapped in the scared writings of scripture. It’s the breath of God blowing through our our spiritual lungs, it’s the key to our chains, the scalpel for our infirmities, it’s the salve for our wounds and it’s the honey for our tounges. We have no greater privilege in the West than to be able to own our a copy of the breath of God. People in foreign countries risk life and limb for a copy. Some are willing to chose it over food.  In Corrie Ten Booms book “The Hiding Place” it tells of her heroic actions as she risked her life to smuggle a small copy into the concentration camp. Why would someone be willing to risk their lives for a book? Because life isn’t worth living without it. It’s the greatest necessity we have. I believe that to my core; because America is living proof you can be prosperous outwardly, having all your physical needs met, and be wasting away inwardly. Our souls need the word like our lungs need oxygen. Without it we’ll suffocate in our own flesh. 

Where we are found lacking it supliments us, when we’re tired and weary is refreshes us, when we are hopeless it gives us courage, it silences fears and defines our identity. It directs our course and sets us free. 

It’s not a chore or checklist to mark off; it’s a privelege. To crack open the very words of God Almighty. The same words that threw stars into place, that holds back the tide, that sustains the earths rotation, that feeds the lions and the swallows. This word has cosmic impact; but we push it aside. We choose our favorite TV shows, social media, or sports over the Word that could change the course of our lives. Everytime it’s opened it breathes change. Maybe that’s why we let it lay; We are content in our chaos. Or maybe it’s because the chaos around us has confused us to the point that we truly believe it’s over our heads, we can’t grasp it. Or maybe the confusion isn’t about clarity but about power. Maybe amidst the chaos of privelge we have surrendered the greatest privelge known to man; hearing from God. 

Pause and consider this: that God Himself speaks to man. 

Why? Why would such Soverignty and Majesty correspond with such frailty and brokenness? 

To fix us. To save us. To make us whole. To strengthen us. 

But we choose entertainment over fulfillment. 

God wants to speak into your darkness. He desires to heal you, to restore you, to guide you. But we must listen first. 

I’m so grateful for God is doing in His church. He’s moving. But may we never be like the crowds in Jesus time, who liked to be entertained by Him but not conformed by Him. They liked to see the miracles but they turned in disgust at His words. John 6 shows us that there were some who because of His teaching, “turned back and no longer followed Him”.  As these turned their backs to the Son of God, Christ asked the 12″do you want to leave as well?” Of course Simon Peter answered and said “To whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.”

As disciples we must not only be in awe of His works but of His words as well. Fair weather Christians marvel at the works and excuse the word. True disciples see the eternal aspect attached to the words and allow it to change them. 

To be disciples we must be taught. That means we must listen. How can we be disciples with a closed bible? 

The great commission will never be fulfilled if our bibles are closed. You can’t make disciples without it. 

And if it remains closed so will our chains.