Called by the King

If you have read any of my post you are getting the picture that I love the Lord!!  I am crazy about the Bible and I look with anticipation for Him to engage me and change me every day.  I long to be more like Jesus with every breath I take.   And yet the journey is difficult, this week I spent more time praying for patience as a mom than perhaps anything else.  I wake up grumpy, sometimes my heart is not happy.  I battle insecurities, exhaustion,  discouragement and fear like everyone else.  But I want more!!  I want to be more! I heard a portion of a message this past week by Charles Stanley, I don't know the context of what I heard but it struck something deep within my heart.  Dr. Stanley said something along these lines 'The bigger our prayers, the greater we bless God by our faith". This has me wondering, d o I pray with the probable in mind?  Or do I pray to the God to whom nothing is impossible? I confess there have been times my prayers have been limited

In the bible you will find so many different names for God.  Each name describes an attribute of Him.   I am leading a group of women through a Bible Study and in the study the name El Roi has been discussed. El Roi - 'the God that sees me'. The Psalmist writes 'When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the star, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him' Psalm 8:3-4 That is my question, who am I that the creator of heaven and earth sees me?  I marvel every day at all He has done for me and my family. My faith in Him, my surrendering of myself to Him was not done easily or lightly.  I am certain there were many times on my journey to faith that I must have frustrated Him.   I did not grow up in the church, my faith was not past down from generations, I met Him in the dark.  In a time when my world had crumbled. I found Him in a time when I thought I hated Him.  I was blaming Him for my loss, and yet He love m

In Matthew 16:13-16 the gospel writer lets us listen in on a conversation between Jesus and His disciples. "When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of Man is?'  They replied 'Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But what about you?' he asked 'Who do you say I am?' Simon Peter answered 'You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.'" 2000 years ago the greatest event in all of history occurred, a Jewish man named Yeshua (Jesus' hebrew name) hung on a cross just outside Jerusalem, beaten and mocked and hung for dead for being the 'King of the Jews' Despite what some may tell you there is no doubt to the historical existence of Jesus.  Along with the four gospel accounts there are other non biblical historical writings that document this man and His death. The question is not nor has it ever be

Easter and passover are around the corner. Easter, Good Friday thru Resurrection Sunday are by far my favourite days of any year.  If It where up to me, Good Friday would be dark and stormy, the sun would hid itself from our view.  The wind would blow, the earth would mourn. I am in awe of what happened 2000 years ago when Immanuel, God with us, allowed the Roman soldiers to nail Him, the Creator and Saviour of the world, to a cross. Sunday marked the beginning of Holy Week, as we remember the Triumphal Entry Jesus made into Jerusalem.  The gospel writers tell us that the crowds cheered as Jesus came into the city on the back of donkey. 'Hosanna, Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord'.  When I close my eyes I can see the crowds, tossing their palm branches to the ground, cheering the arrival of the one they had seen and heard.  The man whose words were not like any other.  The one who had given sight to the blind, words to the dumb and legs to the lame.  The o

From the day I was told I was chosen to be his mother I have been afraid, not for him but for me.  It has always been a strange sort of fear, a fear from deep within my soul, I ached, I ached for this boy of mine, when he was a baby I cared for him as all mother's do.  Knowing in my heart that someday the entire world would know as I did that he, my Jesus, my son was also His son.  I remember watching him with Joseph; together they would work for hours building things in the carpentry shop.  Oh, how they loved being together.  Perhaps it is a blessing that Joseph is not here to see what they have done to our boy.   Thomas, found me and told me of the things that happened in the garden, that the soldiers had come to arrest my son.  They don't see what is right in front of them, they accuse him and hate him all in the name of God, but they fail to see that the one they hate is God.  My son, sent from heaven to love them, to save them, but even now after all they have s

What is love?  Is there a way to quantify or measure love?  Has love changed or have we becoming more sceptical?  I am not simply referencing romantic love, but all love.   We live in a world that has produced a cheap disposable knockoff version of love.  Love that cost very little, love that takes much, gives little, is easily tossed a side when it is challenged, uncomfortable, or inconvenient.  This world offers a self-seeking, self- promoting, lazy version of love.  The love of this world is a lie! We have the true, authentic, genuine, pure, spectacular, magnificent, and honest, love.  Love that was poured out from heaven, that while we were still sinners, evil, selfish, self-absorbed, self-righteous, sinners Christ died for us. Love that is worth everything; love that is not easy, love that is selfless, love that hopes and believes for better despite what you can see, love that gives up your rights, and surrenders your life like Jesus did for you for me on that cross

Who am I ...When I feel small? Who am I ... When I feel unworthy? Who am I ... When I am insecure? Who am I ... When I am unsure? Who am I ... When I feel like not enough? Who am I ... When the mountain before me is all I see? I am ... A daughter of the King of Kings! I am ... Bought with a price! I am ... Redeemed! I am ... Loved! I am ... Of infinite worth! I am ... Set apart for His great purposes! I am ... A new creation! I am ... His!! All who have received Him, to those who believed in his name, He gave the right to be come children of God. - John 1:12