Where Light Finds Me

~ Here’s something I wrote when I was wrestling with a decision recently. Thought I’d share in case someone else out there is feeling a bit lost in the dark too. ~

The moon is rising and the world is hushed as a sea of blue cascades through sleepy-eyed window blinds into this room. The soft light spills over my desk, piled high with books and other discarded papers.

I’m here again at my computer. Struggling for words. Lost in the half-dark. Searching for answers that don’t come easy.

LIght Photo & Verse

I cannot hide. The Light has found me, exposing my angst. And I know a cleansing must come.

In the quiet space that holds my unspoken prayers, I let go and breathe slow. Suddenly, it feels as if this room, my heart, the whole, big, crazy world has been washed in glistening grace.

God is here, and my heart floods with peace in the warm, liquid glow of twilight.

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I pray the Light finds you today, wherever you are.

What We Need This Weekend

…and every day.

I found in this video, a simple prayer set to music.

“Refresh Me”

The term “refresh” is synonymous
with other great words like

revive, restore, renew

All the things a soul needs to survive.

My favorite lines from this song?

“God, let your purposes unfold.
There’s a greater story to be told.”

I love that confessions of weakness do not prevent us from declaring our faith in God – the One who promises that the plans He has for us are for good and not for harm (Jer. 29:11).

Though we may not see it at the moment, there is a greater story at work in our lives. Someday we will understand. For now, we will trust. And pray.

“Refresh Me”

 

Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
2 Cor. 4:16-18

When Life Doesn’t Turn Out Like You Hoped It Would

You could feel a dark cloud hanging heavy over the room as the young woman with the long, brown hair began to share her heartbreak.

She cried as she spoke of the pressures of her husband’s job and how she was now second-guessing their decision to move to a new city away from the comfort of the community they had known.

Another woman told her story of having to be apart from her husband for 22 months when he was forced to take a job in another part of the state. At the time, she had just found out she was pregnant and had to remain in her job for the insurance benefits. He missed the birth of their first child as a result.

Photo and Verse

Around that circle of strangers, tears flowed. And so did words like bitterness and anger, with heads nodding in empathetic agreement.  Because we all know that life is hard, and there is no shame in admitting that. Jesus himself is described by the prophet Isaiah as “a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.” (Isa. 53:3)

But we also acknowledged that our faith is in God and not circumstances. That there is still hope, even when life doesn’t turn out the way we hoped it would.

So we prayed. And as we bowed our heads and carried each others burdens to the cross, it reminded me of how important it is for us to gather together and share our journey with other believers. We need that connection and encouragement.

Because it’s easier to hold on to hope when we hold on to each other.

And when I looked up, the world seemed new. All those smiling faces in a circle of light, shining like the sun on a cloudless summer day.

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:23-25

 

My GIft To You

Photo Credit
 What is the one thing we all want for Christmas?
Hint:
You can’t get it online or at a crowded mall.
You can only find it by following a star to a lowly manger and, there, falling on your knees before the One who alone offers
that elusive gift we so desperately seek.
 
Peace.
Peace in the form of a baby. God incarnate inhabiting a body of flesh and bone and blood. A body that would one day be broken for us.
Isaiah prophesied about it in chapter 53, verse 5:
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
    and by his wounds we are healed.
 Below you will find a simple prayer.This, a prayer for peace, along with a stunning a cappella version of O Holy Night performed by Martina McBride is my gift to you.

Dear Lord, 
 
I pray for the person who may have stumbled onto this page seemingly by accident. But since I don’t believe in accidents, I know you have a plan to bring much needed peace to them in this moment. I pray that a holy hush would settle their spirit and bring calm to the chaos and that, today and always, they would experience the deep, abiding peace that only comes from you.
 
In Jesus name, the Prince of Peace, we pray. Amen!

 



 

May you and your loved ones enjoy a peaceful and blessed Christmas!

I’m Voting For More Prayer

First Prayer in Congress, September 1774.
Print by H. B. Hall after T. H. Matteson

My eyes were drawn to these words. This phrase I’ve heard so many times before flashed in front of me like a neon sign and I couldn’t look away. The writer described her recent struggles and then this:

“I’ve been praying my heart out.”

For some reason, all I could think was how I need to do this more. How much better the world would be, I would be, if I prayed my heart out so that His could enter in. 

Less of me. More of Him. Jesus.

And with the looming presidential election, I couldn’t help but reflect on this familiar scripture:

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14

I think most of us would agree, we are in need of God’s forgiveness. And we desperately need Him to heal our land.

Recently, Kirk Cameron came out with a movie about America, really more of a documentary I guess, called Monumental. Here is a description from the movie website and a short trailer below:

Monumental is the story of America’s beginnings. Presented, produced, and starring Kirk Cameron, the 90-minute true story follows this father of six across Europe and the U.S. as he seeks to discover America’s true “national treasure” – the people, places, and principles that made America the freest, most prosperous and generous nation the world has ever known.


It is hard to argue that our Country was built on Christian principles when you read quotes like the following:

Patrick Henry, Ratifier of the U.S. Constitution…
“It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians; not on religions, but on the gospel of Jesus Christ. For this very reason peoples of other faiths have been afforded asylum, prosperity, and freedom of worship here.”
The Trumpet Voice of Freedom: Patrick Henry of Virginia, p. iii.

George Washington, 1st U.S. President
“While we are zealously performing the duties of good citizens and soldiers, we certainly ought not to be inattentive to the higher duties of religion. To the distinguished character of Patriot, it should be our highest glory to add the more distinguished character of Christian.”
The Writings of Washington, pp. 342-343.

 
John Hancock, 1st Signer of the Declaration of Independence…
“Resistance to tyranny becomes the Christian and social duty of each individual. … Continue steadfast and, with a proper sense of your dependence on God, nobly defend those rights which heaven gave, and no man ought to take from us.”
History of the United States of America, Vol. II, p. 229.

Today, I am voting for more prayer. Praying my heart out that we would humbly seek God as we endeavor to honor Him through this process of voting for our leaders.

My we remember that it is our duty and privilege, as Hancock so eloquently put it, to “nobly defend those rights which heaven gave, and no man ought to take from us.”

Happy voting!