Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
At a quick glance this seems a simple act to do, 'guard your heart' ~ BUT, in the original Hebrew it is much MORE then a casual ... throw your hand up and stop things coming your way! It is a strong word (nasar), literally meaning, 'to imprison.' It conveys the idea of taking custody of something, and placing it under a watchful eye, even placing it under the care of an armed guard. THAT is some serious guarding.
When a guard is assigned his post, he is given very specific regulations, he is told his border of influence, and given the authority to enforce restraint. I appreciate how The Message, put it; "Keep vigilant watch..." The Hebrew Interlinear, actually uses 2 words, to capture the emphasis 'guard preserve.' Here, it broadens the picture, we are not only keeping a watchful eye on our heart, but also with the intent to preserve it, as to cover it, and place it in a very secure area!
The heart. Hm... small word that identifies so much: the seat of ones inner nature, the intellect, will and emotions. Interestingly it is closely related to 'nepesh' the soul.
So in short, it is up to us to guard, to place ourselves in a secure area, where a close eye can be kept on our mind, our decision making, and emotions. We are instructed in Ephesians chapter 6, to put on the armor of God, and taking up His weaponry of His word.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
'Google' has become a common house hold term, right up there with the ancient phrase 'look it up in the dictionary dear'. We can google until our hearts content, or until our eyes become heavy from starring at the white computer screen.
I surf and google quite often when doing my own research, I have found sites that actually tickle my fancy with Hebrew Lexicons (O the JOY!) hermeneutical commentaries, theological insights AND pages and pages of images to help me tell my stories. What an awesome tool this google.
The totally cool and amazing aspect of this is, God is so accessible now. I have noticed folks are googling God. My own website has had over 8,000 visits. These people may just type in a simple word of interest and WHALA, before they know what hit them, they have Yahweh in their face, (kidding).
But what a gift... type in a word and get God stuff. This has spurred me on... I am excited again about writing. Pull out the dusty books, bookmark the Lexicons, and underline the verses, type up a storm. If folks are googling God, I will help give them something to find.
Graciously googling God with grand gratitude!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The bible speaks of faith, and faithfulness, over 60 times it refers to the faithfulness of God, 40 of those instances occur in the Psalms. Not surprising as Psalms tends to be a book of transparency of heart, written sonnets if you will, of the struggles of the Godly AND their total dependence on God being faithful.
It is taking this commitment that God has to us, and wallpapering our hearts with it (ok, a little too poetic, but true). Faith (faithfulness) in the Greek is 'pistis' it is translated faith, belief, trust and conviction. In some respect, faith is a very intimate concept, it is that 'firm conviction of the truthfulness of God'. Applying who God is ~ what God says to my life, and then responding back to Him in that understanding. Literally it is to win over, to persuade. God's desire is to win us over... win us from the world, its pull, its distractions, its impending doom. Once fully convinced of the righteous motivation of God for us, His love and mercy, THEN we too take on a carefulness in preserving what is committed to our trust ... to share God with others.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I noticed that God wanting to dwell with us, takes many shapes and forms, twists and turns. What jumped out at me was, that the God who created the universe, whose throne is heaven and foot stool is the earth, He too created the first dwelling place with man. Genesis 2:8 says "... the LORD God had planted a garden..." God planted the garden, and brought man there. Adam came to God's place (in a sense).
To make a long story short, man mucked things up, got kicked out of God's place. BUT... God still wanted man. Fast forward. Exodus 25, God is telling Moses about building the Tabernacle. He says, "...have them make a sanctuary for Me, and I will dwell among them." Hm... now man is to do the making. Man is to construct, create the dwelling place. WHY? Why, when the all powerful God, could have just spoke, and the Tabernacle would be.
The first dwelling in the garden was free, man just was, God walked with man. Man named the animals, found a woman there, yes paradise. Life was good. God created for man. This new dwelling place is in the WILDERNESS! Dusty, no rivers flowing, no endless supply of food and water. Man now created for God. There was work, participation required, sacrifice. Man had to find the supplies, use his own resources. It was going to cost man.
Amazing. God calls us to a dwelling relationship. It may cost us. Sacrifice, participation, the use of our resources. In all essense... we are created for God, while we in turn, we make room, if need be, CREATE room for God to dwell with us.
Yes, these thoughts are extreme, and not complete, but they helped me to see and understand God's desire for man, and in that desire, He desires to see man ... desire HIM.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I enjoy also the beckoning of a patchwork blanket in the evenings, the lighting of candles, the warmth of a fire. Early mornings when the house is hushed, dim with light, I frequent the eastern picture window, as the sun rises. Bringing with it the color as if brushed with the artists hand, hues of water splashed with color. Pinks, yellows, and orange. The colors of ... joy.
I love this time of year. Seasons of the heart.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Take My hand as I share My creation with you. The trees are dancing to the breeze, light, yet consuming as the leaves are taken to flight and whispped away. The colors are a soft blend of oranges, yellows and reds often not found in a crayon box, though bold and sensational.
"Look up..." our heads tilting to the sky. Dazzling ~ the brilliance of shining blue, I polished it with My own hand ... just for you. The depth of blue is more captivating than that of sapphire, is it not? What contrast of blue and swaying orange. Can you feel the lean of the trees as they match the wind with movement? Hear the rustle of leaves as they rub against one another? It is as if a ballet of sorts is birthed, bending and swaying, leaps and delicate stretches. The dance of the leaves.
"Walk with me", as we near a covered bridge, where swallows have made their home, dashing about only to make their presence known. Our feet blow the leaves away with each step, causing too the crunch of those left under foot.
Pausing now, we peek out the wood carved window on the bridge, leaning to see the river pass below. A rhythm, swift, moving along as destined, just as My lovingkindness flows for you, always going, never stopping.
Further still we meander, no hurry, following the road paved with small pebbles and crushed rock. The path straight and inviting. Trees lining the road as if saluting us, while branches wave as welcoming banners. Off to the left a meadow, open and grand. Here too we stop and admire the open spaces of My kingdom, room to run and freedom to be. My hand defines the spaces, My hand creates the road, My hand directs the breeze.
"Walk with me", as we venture on to a serene intimate pond. Our gaze fixed on the hugues of color, the tantalizing stillness. The water as it trickles over the stone. Quiet, so quiet... demanding even sound to stop and admire the beauty. Awe inspiring isnt it? Take in the moment and etch it in your memory.
Stepping softly away as not to tamper with My divinely painted corner, leaving it as your eyes first saw it. Picture this when you feel the brush of My finger across your cheek, whispering "be still and know that I am God.."
"Walk with me", as our journey continues from one land scape to another. Enjoying the pleasure of My company, receiving My acceptance as you are. See what I see, hear what I hear, and feel what I feel. The beauty created by My presence, the path goes on. "Walk with Me again."
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Play. Mr. Webster describes play as to 'have fun, and amuse oneself.' Hm.. self inflicted amusement. Never thought of it that way. I think I can do that. So, I will put on some weird glasses (my son and I on vacation, as we 'played' in the store) continue to dance down the isles at the store (to my boys horror) and sing alittle louder, stay a little longer during the sunset, smile bigger, eat more chocolate, wander the isles of the Goodwill (its the hunt) even swing on the swing at the park, yell at a football game. All the while define it as 'self inflicted amusement'. Whahoo, bring on the amusement!
Time to play...
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
I have yet to have a successful landing. Laugh you might, but nay I travail! Amazing, how the eye closes and cries profusely when the finger comes near. I weep like a child on the first day of school, carrying on so. I made 3 attempts today, and gave up only after a puddle of cleaning solution began to flow across the bathroom counter.
Tomorrow. A new day! I will yet again, fight the good fight!
ps... stop laughing at me.