Each day, God sent the people that I was supposed to be “helping” to hold me up. Because they cared for me, they were moved in profound ways. Because they knew such pain in their lives, they got what it was like to feel pain so deep there were no words. And although they hadn’t walked where I was walking, they could identify with me.
The more intimate time we spend with the Holy Spirit, the more fruit that will be produced.
God shows up when we need him most. I know that to be true, and I’ve seen it time and time again. And yet, somehow, I am always in awe when it happens.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out this “being a Christian” thing, especially at work. As a Human Resources Director, I certainly had to be in compliance with the law. How could I share Jesus with this lost child of the King? How could I be Jesus to him?
I was a mess. Wanting desperately to have a child of my own, but also questioning if it aligned with God’s word. Doubting if this was really being “created” in my womb.
While I had grown up in church my entire life and knew and love Jesus from an early age, I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in my new surroundings. I didn’t talk the talk, or even know what walking their walk looked like. Simply put, I was a misfit.
You know the moment I’m talking about. The moment when every frustration and worry, along with a dose of anger just spews out. The moment you can’t hold back, and one little thing makes you spew words and appear like a crazy lady. You spew and then you think – oh my goodness, where did that come from and who was that person? My husband can attest I’ve had my fair share, and if we’re honest and can admit it, we’ve all had one! I call it the monster moment.
As I reflect on this tonight, I realize how often my drive has led me in direct disobedience to God. In Moses example it might be natural to think water came from the rock and the people drank = SUCCESS. OR NOT!!!!
Death changes heaven. I know – it sounds odd. But my perspective has shifted so much in just a week. And in that process, I’m learning how to let go of my #loveidol and draw near to God.
An Angel showed up at my door today… You see, as I grieve, I’m so surprised by the things that I get hung up on. I can’t tell you how many times this week I wondered if I could be as good of a mom to my kids as my mom had been to me. And I knew that I was going to dread folding laundry alone.
Easter has always been my favorite holiday because it means that if I love Jesus – then I am enough. His dying on the cross and rising again, and my believing it, well, it’s enough.
Jennifer writes on her blog today about the Lenten Journey she is going to lead us on. Would you pray about joining us? And on Easter Morning, as the sun rises, may you be changed – really changed, by the journey and the celebration of Jesus!
Delighted today to be sharing over at The High Calling. Would love for you to stop by and hear more about how the local church can equip us in our everyday ordinary work life! Leave a comment so I know you were there!
Find my post here… http://www.thehighcalling.org/hcb-community/work/will-you-pray-my-success