Also, a setting aside of goals that I had for myself- to make sure that they were God’s dreams and not just mine.
But it seems I can only hold God-thoughts in for so long, before I either allow them to come out through writing, or forfeit the energy that comes from sharing the gifts of moments like this.
One thing- I thought that I would have figured life out better, by now. But- the longer I walk through this life, the more of a mystery it all really seems. Un-figure-out-able.
Lately, there have been several hardships and losses in our community. The brain cannot make sense of it. The heart- even less so. The soul’s only solace is found in the presence of its Savior.
In church, Sunday, I walked through the foyer, and I had to take a picture of this image that caught my eye.
What captivated my attention was the beautiful, intricate shadow of these flowers. Alone, it would be such a pretty image! But it’s only a shadow. The real thing is so much more colorful, vibrant, full of substance.
It made me think of life here vs. eternity.
As beautiful as life is here (the shadow), it’s also sometimes dark.
But eternity will be vivid, colorful, even more “solid” and real than what we are experiencing now, which is just a shadow of things to come.
This doesn’t at all make the hard things people are going through easier.
But it does give hope for our future. Especially when it seems that earthly hopes disappoint more and more.
Just beyond the shadow of this life will bloom another-
Just like an overnight holiday trip with my family— nothing big.
But I knew it wouldn’t work with our schedule at the time.
And I also am in touch enough with my emotions to know that there was likely something 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅ℯ𝓇 that I was craving a getaway from.
One of the mornings— when the desire peaked and I felt extra emotional— I took the kids to school, came home, and crawled back into bed for a minute.
Not to sleep, but I told God I just need to feel held for a minute.
I just needed to know what my problem was.
“Why am I passing out in the living room at 7pm, and then still feeling exhausted in the morning?”
“Why can’t I find my joy for the upcoming holidays — when I’ve still been talking to You, my Jesus?”
And then He showed me that it was GRIEF.
And to be honest I’m so sick of grief, you guys.
Losing my dad 4 Thanksgivings/Christmases ago.
My brother 2 Thanksgivings/Christmases ago.
& Grandpa before both of them. & Our many lost babies in our season of miscarriage.
I think I’ve just wanted to skip past grief and go right into holiday mode this year.
✨ Right into the glitter. ✨
But it doesn’t work that way.
And that is what He showed me on this particular day.
He said- it’s like a loop- the calendar 🗓️ is.
It’s like there’s a tunnel you MUST travel through, again and again, if you’re going to get to the lights on the other side.
The good thing is, when the grief isn’t as fresh (which also makes me feel sad/guilty), it doesn’t take AS long to get through the tunnel.
But skipping it will stop me from seeing the lights in this season.
My body apparently knew that, and that was why I had been so tired.
So I let Him walk me through the grief I’m still carrying for lost loved ones. 🫶
Then the grief of missing past seasons. (Because death isn’t the only sort of grief we carry, you know.)
So I grieved the passing of the past. Seasons when my older two were younger. Seasons of their wonder. Guilt that I’d even be grieving over them at all yet because they’re still home… and they’re great kids. It’s just I think we can get sentimental for seasons. 🫶
And that’s ok.
He is showing me that admitting it and processing it is the way to get past it and into joy for the current season.
I couldn’t rush through this process, so I followed His prompting to stay there, held, for awhile.
I had a long list of things to do, but His plans for the day were to help me get through this first.
So that I could be freed from just going through the motions.
(There’s a memorable nugget to hold onto: If you process your emotions, you can enjoy the holidays instead of just going through the motions. 🕯️)
After a few hours I felt much better. I could literally feel weight lifted off me.
None of this is new to me. I have done a lot of soul work, and thoroughly unpacked my grief before.
What I didn’t realize— that was surprisingly freeing— is this may be a YEARLY step that I need to do…
To unpack any grief again like I’m pulling it out with the decorations. 🎄
Let Him teach me things about life and love 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 it.
Let Him clean me off again.
(Here, I got a vision of an earring hole. The hole (of loss) is going to stay. The glitter- the earring- the ability to empathize and love even more deeply— goes there. The good shining through bad. But- even when grief is no longer a fresh wound, it still needs to be cared for.)
I think He was showing me that I need to learn to incorporate a “day of unpacking of emotions” with Him each year, before I start the unpacking of boxes 📦 to decorate.
And now that I know that- I can oddly look forward to it?
As a new and meaningful tradition.
A way I can honor the past, and then enjoy the present.
Like they did so often in their long holiday processes in Bible times.
Immediately after this unpacking, fresh ideas began flowing for ways I could surprise and delight my husband and kids this year.
Of course Christmas is not all about that.
But part of the joy IS! Making new memories! Finding the beauty in the gift of the present! Being engaged instead of needing an escape!
I’m so grateful that God is a friend who knows me better than I know myself, and is willing to explain things to me in a way I can understand. ❤️
And you know what? It’s the first time in several years that I 𝓈𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇ℯ𝒹 unpacking my holiday decorations and putting them out again. 🥰
Yesterday morning, I was filling this bucket up under the faucet and- because I was still fighting morning-grog, I didn’t even think to take the cup out of it first.
But what happened quickly caught my eye, and it gave me a lot to think about since then.
You see, providentially that cup came to rest directly under the faucet, and it was filled with water first- and then as it remained under the faucet it began to overflow into the bucket. Until soon the bucket too was overflowing, the water unable to be contained!
And this is what God said to my heart:
You have 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 to simply stand under my faucet, you know.
You have permission to not just prioritize time with me because you want to keep first things first and obey me (which you do), but simply because I say you’re allowed the 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ of that time with me.
Even when you’re busy and you feel like you should be getting a big list of tasks done. — You have permission to maintain a “cup worth” of pleasure time- with me- and when you allow me to fill you in that little bit of time, my energy will overflow through you and into the things you need to do. You’ll do them with ease.
Conversely, if you try to be martyrish and do all the things and meet everyone else’s needs first — it’ll feel like the time you got dry socket after having your wisdom teeth removed. You’ll be in pain, and you’ll be a grouch. (Oh boy can I attest this is true!) Margin-for-𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ-time-with-Me is like the membrane that protects your nerves from the outer world. 🤯
It’s not a luxury, it’s a necessity. And when you don’t take it you are starving yourself- which means that you are going out into your circles- into the “buckets” I’ve placed you in— hangry. And that’s not doing anyone a favor. No matter how many other helpful things you are doing for them.
So- you have 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 to block off our pleasure-time, even when you’re asked to meet with or minister to someone else.
And I know that maybe sounds mean.
But here’s the thing— even Jesus didn’t respond to every request for His time.
He couldn’t. He was human.
So why are you trying to be super-human?
Are you more capable than Jesus?
(And also, if you meet everyone’s need, all the time, why would they even go looking for Me?
They wouldn’t need My help.
They’ve got to learn how to place their own selves directly under My faucet too.
They’ll get much more filled up from Me- the faucet- than they would having you pour portions from your cup.)
—— This is not the typical “you can’t pour from an empty cup” message… neither is it the new “you CAN pour from empty with His help” either…
The truth is we CAN, but whenever possible we shouldn’t.
Just like we CAN pull an all-nighter and skip sleep, but whenever possibly we shouldn’t- because we will destroy your bodies.
Pulling long stints of time away from the 𝓅𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ of His presence, will dry up and destroy our souls.
When we set aside and protect some time first – to savor Him – (even if that means we have to get up in the wee hours like Jesus did, to be alone)- that’s when the springs of living water are turned on over us…and that’s when we will simply overflow.
I can always tell when I’m doing this. And even more clearly when I’m not.
The other truth is- this will cost us something.
I don’t know who said the best things in life are free. They are, but also- they’re not. They have an opportunity cost.
Taking time for one thing / one relationship will always remove it from something or someone else.
Facing this breaks down our pride. We must recognize: He is God, and we are not. We can’t be everywhere, do everything, or please everyone.
But we can do more and be more pleasant when we take time- and insist on maintaining that margin- to get filled up, with Him.
Remember- quality is better than quantity. I’m coming to find I’d rather give someone an hour of me at my best (Spirit-filled and well), than five hours of my time when I’m dried up and hangry and at my worst and only have myself to give instead of His love.
Will I ever perfect this? I’m sure I will not. But the more I walk with Him the more quickly I am affected when I begin to dry up, and the more quickly I respond to those indicators that I need to correct course. ❤️
The Lord asked me to share this today, and I am obeying.
All Christians are called to intercede for our loved ones.
Maybe you’ve been praying for a spouse to come to Jesus… or maybe you’ve been pushing them or another loved one to give up an addiction, or come to church with you.
Here’s what the Lord said, and I am sharing it as He said it:
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You don’t have to push or pull them away from the enemy, you don’t have to fight the temptation or addiction… just woo them closer and closer to Me and My gravity – my love- will suck them in.
Better yet, ask Me to move closer to them, ask Me to come to them.
You’ll have more luck begging God to move closer to them than you will begging them to move closer to God.
Nobody can resist Him when they REALLY see Him! The Bible says EVERY KNEE shall bow! EVERY TONGUE will confess!
Don’t you see? On that day (at the end of days) it will be too late. But right now He is telling us everyone has the potential inside them. Nobody is too far.
But you cannot put yourself against them and effectively win them . You have to see this is the enemy on them. You have to come on their side, as in intercede…
Many Christians don’t even know what it means to intercede.
It means to see the hurts and see the needs- see the gaps – and stand in them.
This is 🅽🅾🆃 an 🅸🅽🆃🅴🆁🆅🅴🅽🆃🅸🅾🅽 where you get all their loved ones in a room and corner them and tell them what’s wrong with them and give them an ultimatum (a choice to either make this decision or they will lose you.)
This is 🅸🅽🆃🅴🆁🅲🅴🆂🆂🅸🅾🅽:
Get into a (prayer) room with God.
Better yet, get all their believing loved ones in a room together with God and resist the urge to gossip about their gaps, but stand in them instead.
Repent on their behalf. (It’s a real thing- in the Bible God would often call people not even involved in the sin, to figuratively take the sin upon themselves and repent for their nations as if it was they themselves who had done the sinning. It’s substitutionary, and it follows the model of Jesus who stood in our gaps and went to the cross, and who still stands beside the Father and intercedes for us.)
Cry out to Me (God) on their behalf!
Plead to Me that you know they want to believe but they need help with their unbelief!
Ask Me to help them see.
Ask Me to help you see them the way I do. (Which is not a failure through the lens of religion, but as a fallen and lost son or daughter who desperately needs to come home.)
Beg for Home (Me- I am your Home) to come to them.
Show ultimate love (instead of an ultimatum)— which says with actions louder than words— no matter what choice you make I am going to choose to always love you enough to pray for you.
Even if you tell me to leave you alone, even if you turn your heart from me, I will never stop begging God to not leave you or forsake you (turn His from you.)
It is prayer like this that moves Me into action, says the Lord.
You want to see strongholds broken and hearts healed?
Learn to pray for people like this.
This is the reason I allow you to see their gaps.
Not so you can gawk at them.
Stop pretending you don’t see the gaps. (I detest that kind of passivity.)
And stop trying to convince people to change their behavior.
I am looking to bring 🆃🆁🅰🅽🆂🅵🅾🆁🅼🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽, not behavior modification, says the Lord.
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All I got today, is what He said. ⤴️ It needs no additives from me.
I certainly am still learning to walk in this, and needed this bold reminder from Him just as much as anyone else.
But if He only used perfect people as mouthpieces, nobody would be able to speak His Word out.
Sometimes I will be in the middle of a normal, nothing-particularly-special moment, and I’ll feel a prompt to take a picture. 🧺
Sometimes I will know why right away, and sometimes it takes longer to become apparent.
In this particular moment, I was cleaning for a client and the words 𝓅ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 𝒶ℊ𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇 popped out at me and beckoned me to ponder them.
To be honest with you, I really didn’t even know what an agitator was, in a washing machine, or what purpose it served.
The first thought that comes to mind when I think of the word agitator, is something that irritates you. Rubs you wrong. Pulls out the worst in you. I think, in the context of motherhood, of the times I’ve told my children not to agitate eachother. 🤪
But I love words and studying them, so I googled “What is a washing machine agitator” and this is what it said:
“An agitator is a tall, column-like post with fins or vanes that’s located in the center of a top-loading washing machine’s wash basket. As the washing cycle begins, the agitator twists back and forth, rubbing against clothes to help break down stains, dislodge dirt, and separate clothes. The agitator also helps distribute detergent and water evenly, and prevents clothes from forming a ball.”
In my faith life, I’ve often used the terms “soaking” to speak of being in God’s presence.
I’ve even shared about WORSHip being the way to “worsh” (the hillbilly way of saying wash 😉) worry off of your soul.
I’ve highly valued the 𝓌𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓇— the presence of God.
I’ve highly valued the 𝓈ℴ𝒶𝓅, the cleansing agent— the blood of Jesus.
But it never occurred to me until now, that the “agitators” in life also have meaningful purpose.
Very much like this physical washing machine and its power agitator, agitators in life are things that stir us up, rub against us, cause us to be or feel unsettled.
Regarding the spiritual life, it’s often only when agitators are present that we call upon God’s 𝓅ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇.
When nothing in life seems to be stirring us or making us feel unsettled, when nothing is rubbing against us, we tend to work in our own power. We “soak” maybe, but the deep dirt that’s still in our hearts isn’t being worked out.
As much as we detest the presence of agitators in life, I’m beginning to see purpose in them. As I write this, I can think of a few agitating circumstances in my own life. And I don’t have to like them, to cooperate with God and ask Him to use them to pull out whatever dirt still needs to be worked out of my heart.
I just pray this part of the “cycle” doesn’t last long! 🙃
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Being agitated by things in life…
Financial issues,
Needs of people that it appears we don’t have the means in our own selves to meet,
Whatever it is…
These things often feel like being shaken.
The other day I was feeling very much shaken, and I took a walk alone and was crying out for Jesus to calm me, steady me. When I ran out of words, a phrase bubbled out of the silence, and I knew it was from Him:
𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓃…𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇ℯ𝒹.
I marveled at it and how it changed my perspective in that moment.
Not all feelings of anxiety are the same.
Sometimes anxiety is anxiety and we need to tell it where to go.
Sometimes we need to hold firm onto our Foundation and refuse to be shaken!
But sometimes… He is stirring us, on purpose.
Sometimes we need to work with Him to let the agitators work something out that needs to go.
Sometimes He is stirring us on to be “agitated” over what agitates Him. To care about the things which His heart cares about. To be 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇ℯ𝒹 to love and good works. Even work of intercession and deliverance that can cause us to feel like our hearts are literally being pulled apart for someone else.
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I looked up the definition of agitator again just now, and the second one listed literally said “an apparatus for 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ liquid”! 🤯
God is so fascinating! He never ceases to amaze me!
Do these personal moments of revelation make the process any easier? Not really.
But they do help us remember we are not alone!
And if we let them, they can help us cooperate with His processes.
We can remind ourselves, when the challenges come, to WORSHip, because it’s all part of the “cycle”… and we will come out purer, if we let the process do its work in us. 🫶🏻 🧺 🤍
It’s been awhile since I’ve shared my God-talks on here, but today He showed me something so profound and so freeing, I couldn’t 𝓃ℴ𝓉 share. 💗
In order to do so, I honestly feel like the woman at the well…who went around declaring “This man is the Savior! He showed me everything I have done wrong!” (I have always marveled at that…how she wasn’t embarrassed by all the wrong things, not because she was proud of them but because she was delighted by the one who saw her sins and called her by her true identity, and out of those sins.)
So- sharing this moment I had with Jesus this morning will be revealing of a weakness I sometimes struggle with, but I don’t even care because His wisdom is THAT good! ☀️
So yesterday I was in a funk. I don’t even know why, honestly, these have always seemed to creep up on me out of nowhere and the harder I try to get out of them the deeper I tend to sink.
Normally, when in one of these funks, I will turn on some praise music or read my Bible, spend some solo time with Jesus, and find He lifts me right out. Trusting Him for my salvation (not just eternal, but saving me from anything- whether a situation or a “simple” funk, is so much more effective than trying.)
But yesterday, I just didn’t feel like it. Right after Easter, which made the guilty feelings I had about this more intense.
Finally, I told Him that I wanted out of this bout of whatever it was…and I 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 to want to be in His presence, but I can’t do either without His help.
Not long after that, a friend from church texted saying that God had put me on her heart, and asking if I was ok. Admitting to her that I was feeling frustrated, and didn’t know why, freed me from keeping that in. Her reaching out, and praying for me, did something to move God to action on my behalf.
After that I was able to read a chapter of a book I’ve been working on, and “coincidentally” that chapter was on praise and getting unstuck. It also offered an answer for another question the enemy had been guilting my heart with:
“Why…even though I’ve been walking with Jesus a long time, and I’m the closest to Him I’ve ever been…does it seem that I can tunnel into whatever this is, so quickly?”
The answer is, that when you’re on fire for God…(imagine you are a campfire)… if your flame is teeny tiny it might not burn through a log very quickly, but if you’re 𝒜ℬℒ𝒜𝒵ℰ, in order to 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅 that fire roaring and not feel burnt out, you have to throw MORE logs on. The bigger the fire, the MORE logs you need to keep adding!
Yet we humans have so much working against us, to keep us from doing this.
We have “common sense” that tells us there are things to be done, and the things we need to do should come before the things we want to do. Especially in seasons where more things are being added on our plates to do. (But when spending time with Jesus is what we want to do, we have to re-learn that it’s ok to do that 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉.)
Then we have guilt, for not naturally sensing that HE is what we need…and going to other things to stoke our fires. Or, just letting the fire die down and losing our glow.
But Jesus says no guilt is needed. And neither is grind. We can simply come back to Him and ℋℰ will stoke the fire again!
It is our job, however, to add logs to the fire.
Time with Him.
Praise sessions!
Time with friends who love Him, talking about Him and the great things He is doing!
I had scheduled a friend visit for yesterday before I even knew I needed it, and after that visit and sharing all the cool things God is doing around us and hearing all He is doing in her life, I felt whatever was on me break off completely. I went home and was back to my normal self, turning on praise music and singing with it while I made dinner- without stress or any depression-like symptoms pulling me down.
I know this won’t be the last funk I’ll experience. But I do try to learn from God in each episode so I can get back to being peaceful and joyful quicker and quicker. So this morning I was seeking Him to show me what trap it was that I had fallen into that had me there in the first place, and some keys I could use next time to get me out again.
I spent some time journaling with Him, and before long ONE simple, precise statement bubbled up out of my soul. I know it was Him, because I am much wordier. This was it:
“The opposite of self-pity is God-praise. And it’s the antidote too!” 🙌🏻 ✝️ 🙌🏻
The opposite of self-pity isn’t self-help, or self-pride, or the praise of people! It’s GOD-PRAISE! 💜💜💜
Honestly I didn’t even know self-pity had almost always been the entry-point for the enemy into my mind. He’s subtle, sneaky like that, starting with just a discontented thought or two and tunneling me down from there.
But God has been giving me pieces of wisdom in this season, 𝓀ℯ𝓎𝓈 that are unlocking chains that have been on my soul.
His words have an authority with them.
They go beyond head knowledge to the very core of our being.
Part of me hasn’t wanted to attempt to write them or share them, because I understand that just read with the eyes, processed with the brain, they may not have the impact they’ve had on me. But some things are too impactful not to share.
So my prayer is that if anyone else is reading this and struggles with bouts of depression, funks… and, as He revealed gently to me…moments of self-pity, like I do, He will take this sentence beyond your eyes and brain and straight into the place of pain in your soul, to bring His healing to you too. ❤️🩹
The beauty is, now that I have a name for this feeling, and the key 🔐 to unlock it, I am 𝒻𝓇ℯℯ!
The enemy might try to lock us up again, but our Jesus has taught us the way out!
HE IS the way (out!)
God-praise opens prisons!
God-praise breaks off self-pity!
God-praise breaks off depression— whether deep or “just a bout” of feeling low and less than joy-full.
God-praise rewrites security over insecurity, settledness over aimlessness, plenty over lack, fellowship over loneliness, feeling seen and valued, over unseen/expendable.
He loves us and He always goes after the one to bring us back to His side, even the times we haven’t strayed very far yet at all. He doesn’t want 𝒶𝓃𝓎 gap between us.
Every time I ride ours, I feel like there’s such a parallel between it and my spiritual life.
I haven’t take the time to sit down and process that until now, but most recently I was reminded of it a few weeks ago, when I took off for a solo ride because I was feeling heated and needed a breather.
The thing is— I took off so quickly, I forgot to check the battery level.
About a mile down the road, the power went out and I found myself manually peddling it the rest of the way back home.
That doesn’t seem like a big deal, except that the e-bikes peddle 𝓌𝒶𝓎 harder than a regular bike does, when they’re in manual mode.
And- having been spoiled going uphill, by electric assist anyway, suddenly those hills weren’t so easy anymore and I 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 every bit of the effort it took to ascend.
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There was a time in my life, when I grinded through everything in my own power.
Really, I thought it was the only way.
I didn’t know the “e-bike” of the Holy Spirit (the Helper as Jesus calls Him) was available, to assist me with the peddling and climbing.
Since I’ve discovered this way of living though, I’m finding my tolerance for grinding is GONE.
It’s as if I have traded that old “grind life” bike in for a Holy-Spirit-powered one, and whenever I allow my battery to die 🪫(whenever I forget to take adequate time to recharge 🔋 in Him)— I’m just 𝒹ℴ𝓃ℯ. And I feel it 𝒾𝓂𝓂ℯ𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓎, because I don’t even have that old grind power left in me. I only run on grace these days.
I felt every bit of the way home on that bike ride a few weeks ago.
And also— it was clear that although not charging it was an accident on my part, the needed lesson was very much God-ordained and the message was received.
➡️ Plug in and get recharged often. The more you’re operating in Kingdom work the more you need to plug 🔌 back into alone time with the King to stay empowered. ⚡️
➡️ If you don’t though, you’ll SOON realize it. Thankfully He won’t let you get far before you feel it and can sense that you’re operating in your own power again. When this happens, it’s ok. You’re not broken. He’s just letting you feel the weakness of your flesh so that you go back to operating by faith, in His strength again. ❤️
Morning thoughts as I draw myself a bath to soak my sore muscles, before church:
Sometimes I think as Christians who love Jesus with 𝒶𝓁𝓁 our hearts, souls, minds, and strength, and want to see others on fire for Him 🔥… we can take a pressure on our selves, to fire people up for Him.
This is certainly true of myself.
I think it’s partly selfish, to be honest. Because I’ve been part of a fired-up community of girls before and I 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 to be part of a fired-up-for-Jesus community with ℰ𝒱ℰ𝒩 𝒢ℛℰ𝒜𝒯ℰℛ 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ! I got a taste of what that could feel like, and I want it back- but better, with Him at the center!
But it’s also people-centered. I want it for others! I’ve been through seasons of life where it felt like friends where few and far between, and friendships were surface and shallow. I see the enemy working to try keep people either isolated (whether by offense, self-protection, distraction, their own busyness, or whatever else it may be)— or to keep their connections shallow and distant, so at least they aren’t rooted and grounded and likely to get relit if he blows their flame out.
The thing is, as I focus on what I want for me and what I want for others, my own flame begins to dim because it was thinking on and being aware of HIS presence that lit me to begin with! 🕯️
Today as I lit this candle, one wick at a time, for my bath— God showed me something:
One wick can’t light another by begging it. By wishing for it. By hollering at it “get lit”🔥 or feeling sulky whenever they don’t.
We need HIM to light us. And them.
We can also be carriers of His light. Naturally warming and spreading His love and catching others on fire, as they simply draw near.
Simply by being lit ourselves and staying open, close, welcoming.
Not pushing others away, and not chasing them either. But interceding and trusting Him to light them — whether directly (lighter straight to wick) or through us (wick to wick).
Either way, 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ- the flame came from 🅗🅘🅜!
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…”Shine! Keep open house. Be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous father in Heaven…” {Matthew 5:16 MSG}
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Praying you feel the 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 & ℊ𝓁ℴ𝓌 of His flame in your hearts today, friends!
And that He lights you up and helps you 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃ℯ, being 𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓎 ℋ𝒾𝓂 wherever you go! 🧡
Last weekend, I had a mishap on my bike 🚲 and sliced open the back of my foot.
My hubby has been doctoring it at home for me, and we avoided having to get stitches, but because of where it’s located, and the fact that when I walk- it shifts, healing has been a challenge.
I had been using peroxide and triple antibiotic ointment on it, but when I had a chiropractor appointment the other day, he asked me if I had been soaking it at all.
That had never actually occurred to me to do! But he said that soaking it in an epsom salt bath 🛁 would help speed up the healing process. So I am definitely doing that! (And bonus— I also get to relax while I’m in the tub! 🪴 🕯️)
But as I was laying there soaking the other day, I thought “Of course! This make so much sense!” Salt is known to help heal wounds and that is why when someone has a sore throat, it’s recommended that they gargle salt water.
I also know the benefit of spiritually “soaking” (spending time in the awareness of the presence of God, through worship and praise) — especially when I have a soul wound like grief that I am nursing.
But for the very first time a new thought popped into my mind as I soaked in my salty, spearmint-scented water.
I had thought about this verse in other ways before, but for the first time it occurred to me in 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 way.
Jesus is the water. 💧 He does the healing. His presence is what brings spiritual relief to people. But He chooses 𝓊𝓈, for whatever reason, to be the salt!
This post isn’t meant to be incredibly theological, but rather to get us thinking about the amazing role we are blessed to be called upon to play in others’ lives.
As I think about salt, I think about tears. All the tears of the different heartaches I have gone through in my life.
But God said not one tear is wasted. He collects them. He puts them to use.
He doesn’t cause the things that bring us grief, but He does help us repurpose our pains to help others find healing in the midst of theirs.
The salt 🧂 of our tear-filled seasons, plus the water” of His Spirit, I believe, forms a soak, of sorts, that helps bring relief to others in their pain.
And others have done the same for us. 💔❤️🩹❤️
As we hear their testimonies of how, though life was hard- God was and is good- some of the grime comes off our souls. Some of the dirt and the bitterness that the enemy tried to smear on us washes off.
We are reminded (or made aware for the first time) — that this life, these bodies, aren’t our forever condition — it’s all temporary. All the pain. All the cuts. All the scars.
One day He will wash it all away. And we will be 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 restored, if we are His and He is ours. ❤️
Until then… He doesn’t allow us to suffer in pain alone.
He sends His Spirit.
And He sends His people- His salt.
We can be “salty” in the best of ways. Quite the opposite of what that means in this world.
Yesterday I was walking down the road, and this row of trees caught my eye. 🌲 🌲 🌲
Full. Lush. Healthy. Restored. As if they were never in bad shape at all.
But last year— they were almost taken out.
Last year, bagworms nearly destroyed them, spreading damage from one to the next, to the next, until almost the whole line had giant dead patches.
I thought they were going to have to cut these trees down.
I don’t know what they did, but it worked. Here they are a year later— a testimony to their restoration.
〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ I don’t know who needs to hear this today but I know there are many in here struggling.
Life may be hard right now.
You may feel like one thing at a time is eating you away, taking your trees out.
You may feel like what was once beautiful is now a hopeless mess.
You may be considering just chopping it all down.
But hold on. There is hope.
{H- hold O- on P- pain E- ends}
Joy comes in the morning.
Even if we have to go through seasons of loss and mourning.
Our Maker has a restoration plan.
He’s already begun the process.
On the other side of Heaven we will stand tall and fully renewed, with a glorious testimony, of how everything that tried to destroy us didn’t win. He did.
In the meantime- through the tears and the struggle- 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ our messes have been transformed into messages, and 𝒷ℯ𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ our tests have been turned into testimonies… We can cling to 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 testimony—
So when this world 𝒻ℯℯ𝓁𝓈 like loss after loss after loss, and death after death after death… He enables us to walk by 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 instead, And rise up out of those graves of pain that seek to bury us before it’s our turn.
He breathes 𝒽𝒾𝓈 life into us. And helps us live— not just 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 life, but our life that’s ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ. ☀️
Be sure of it. He 𝒲ℐℒℒ help you stand tall and full again!
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