Just as quickly as the peaks and valleys came, clouds covered. I’m reminded how quickly God can change things. Within seconds, I’m no longer able to see the Earth. What a stark reminder that God changes things quickly. Perhaps this week, it will be in the life of just one victim, or one john, or one trafficker. Perhaps more.
Many times, it feels like everyone else has it all together, and Christmas at others homes is like a Norman Rockwell painting. And then we look at our Christmas, and struggle to hold it together. Our relationships with our family are many times hard. And while our hearts desire is that everyone could not only get along, but actually enjoy and treasure being together, reality is that many times this isn’t the case. If you’re like me, the holidays are a time of joy, but it’s easy to lose sight of the miracle of Jesus in the middle of the mess of family life.
As I watched our 25 year old Marine embrace his 8 year old sister, being #homeforchristmas took on a whole new perspective. Let’s be honest, family stuff is complicated, and all the gifts, tinsel and glitter doesn’t always fix that. For many of us, family and extended family and time together when the expectation is that we all play nice together and be happy, well, it is overwhelming. Some family moments are like this reunion, and others, well, maybe we don’t look forward to them quite so much.
What if others looked at us and felt a stirring to be a better them. To live according to the light and not hide it under a bushel basket for fear that others may see it and think less of them. If we listen to the Spirit Jesus left behind, instead of being put off by difference, we may find a new passion and excitement, not just in our love for the Lord, but also in our Love for our work. And, when we are passionate, hiding is not an option.
I didn’t expect that the year of the Lord’s favor would be filled with sorrow and depression, surgeries and sadness. Bit it was in the midst of all of this, in the digging out from the darkness that I found favor in Him and Him alone.
Have you dreamed of having the perfect family? Me too….
Every year, I struggle with this. Why, on Labor Day, do we forget to pray? Why do we take a day off, and shut off our minds to the value or our work? Why do our sermons ignore that it is “Labor Day”, the day designed to celebrate our work?
Sharing about overcoming hard things at work over at the High Calling today – would love for you to join me and share your thoughts!
I felt the spirit in me yesterday morning in a way that I haven’t felt in a while. Tears fell as I heard about our sister church in Liberia and their need for basic supplies and food as a horrific virus sweeps their country, killing so many. And the Israel situation escalating among God’s chosen people, and ISIS who is killing so many innocent people, and targeting Christians. And, and, and… And then right here, one state away, riots are happening and a community is in upheaval, possibly the nation in upheaval. It all seems a bit too much and I can’t stop praying, “Jesus, I see the persecution, I see the evil, won’t you come. Come Quickly.”
Sometimes, we buy into the lie that we have to have it all together. We worry that if people saw our tears, they would think less of us. We think that the only way we can minister is if we have it all together.
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.