Tired of people not being who we think they should be?
Let’s take a breath.
Not everyone will hear what we say, read what we write, or act how we feel they should act.
And we mean well, don’t we? We want people to live the life they were meant to live. Trouble is, they won’t always choose to. Or maybe they’ve taken a detour.
So where does that leave us?
A farmer can plant a seed but he can’t make it grow. It’s God who provides the sun, soil, and water.
And different plants have different needs, don’t they?
I would love a blooming rosebush in my yard, but there’s too much shade. Not enough sun. It wouldn’t thrive.
That same rosebush? It may thrive in my neighbor’s yard.
Just like a rosebush, we can’t expect people to thrive when they’re standing in the dark. Too much shade and not enough Son. And we want so desperately for them to walk out of the darkness, don’t we?
So as we stand in the Son we can pray those in darkness will be drawn to the light. It may be by way of our yard or via the neighbor’s yard. Either way, the credit goes to the Lord.
We shine in unity and thrive in community. Some are called to plant seeds or cut back vines to allow light in; others are called to show those shade-wanderers how to walk in the light. After all, we’ve all been shade-wanderers at one time or another.
And you know what? Our roles can continually change. Because God knows who needs what and who He plans to send to meet that need. And you don’t need a green thumb, because if so, I’d be in big trouble.
We just need to be willing and available.
We can’t change people, only God can. But He uses people to change people.
Never lose hope:
“Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it?…” Luke 15:8 NKJV
Turn up your lamplight.
Stay the course. We’re all on the ship but we’re not the Captain. Aren’t you glad?
We don’t need to save the world, we just need to share the Word.
It’s Jesus who came to save.
And not just our family, our friends, and our country. He came to save the world.
So don’t give up on people, k? Even when they’ve given up on us; when they say we’re too “churchy” or too “goody-goody” or too “holy-rolley” it’s not personal, even though it feels that way.
And let’s not judge, because while they’re saying we’re “too” this and that, we’re saying we’re not enough. Not good enough, not holy enough.
Insecurity is not from God. As believers, we are sanctified-set apart for a purpose.
He uses the weak to confound the strong. He uses us.
“But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty…” 1 Corinthians 1:27 NKJV
And who do people seek when they need help? A friend who is steady and grounded.
Something is getting through.
So don’t give up on people.
God didn’t give up on us.
Keep praying. It’s worth it.
Joy and Peace to you, friend.
I’m a faker-baker.
I buy cake mixes in colorful packages, add oil, eggs, and poof, oven-ready batter.
Cookies? Same thing. I’m usually buying what the dough-boy is selling.
I used to feel inadequate for my lack of skills in the from-scratch department. It felt like a cheater, like that woman in the commercial dousing herself in flour, as if. Oh the guilt of depriving my family of the infamous Proverbs 31 woman. I’m sure she baked from scratch.
Truth is, I don’t love baking, I don’t even like it. Is it okay to say that out loud? Aren’t women supposed to bake scrumptious delights?
Maybe you have mad baking skills but you struggle in other areas, like parenting, gardening, balancing work and home, putting together an outfit minus the sweats…
Before we pull a muscle reaching for that bar we’ve raised too high (way too high) let’s remember, we are more than adequate in Christ. His grace is sufficient and His power is made perfect in our weakness. I’m not sure if that refers to baking or gardening, but no matter what, His grace is sufficient.
Aren’t we glad our worth isn’t measured by crafts, skills, or whether we’re first or last in the parent-pick-up line?
It’s okay if we bake cakes from colorful boxes. Do what brings joy.
Finding joy in everyday moments opens our eyes to God’s amazing gifts.
We don’t need to pretend we’re someone we are not. Let’s just be us. Let’s use the true gifts we’ve been given. A less-stressed us will bless our family and friends.
Speaking of friends, how about those friends who seem to have it all-together? We know comparison is the thief of joy, so instead of comparing ourselves to others let’s do this:
Let’s compare our old self to our new self. Let’s be thankful in how far we’ve come and how much we’ve grown. For me, it may not show in my baking skills but rather in what I’ve learned.
Baking the easy way doesn’t make me less of a woman and my family still loves what comes out of my oven.
I have gifts, you have gifts. Praise God they are not all the same. How boring would that be?
God is faithful, we’re a work-in-progress, and I’m so glad growth isn’t measured in sugar cookies.
How about you? Have you struggled with feeling less-than too?
Sister, when we start feeling those feelings rise up, let’s shut off the oven and let them fall flat.
I’m peeling off the label I plastered across on my own forehead. I’m not a faker-baker.
I’m a God’s girl who doesn’t love baking and that’s okay.
What label will you peel off today?
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
2 Corinthians 12:9 NIV
Have you ever thought about it?
The difference between peace and complacency?
We all want peace, don’t we? But it got me thinking about how easily complacency can disguise itself as peace.
There’s something I used to pray about continually. Something important. I don’t worry about it and I feel at peace about it, but then it struck me. Although I’ve surrendered it to God, I’ve also stopped praying about it. Perhaps rather than having true peace I’ve become complacent. Satisfied with things as they are and not as they could be.
How many times have we heard someone say, “I’m good.” And how many times have we said it, too? And we’ve all heard the phrase, “It’s all good.”
So is it? Or have we excepted things as they are, and that’s it.
Good is good. God is good. I’m not dissing good. As long as it doesn’t mean we’re settling. That we’ve quit doing what we’ve been called to do. That we’ve quit praying for that thing or that person or that people.
That we’ve just plain given it up. Retired from the vibrant life we’ve been created for to settle for just existing.
Here’s the definition of complacency straight from Merriam-Webster:
Complacency – a feeling of being satisfied with how things are and not wanting to try to make them better : a complacent feeling or condition
Now here’s the definition of peace also form Merriam-Webster:
Peace – freedom from disquieting or oppressive thoughts or emotions: harmony in personal relations
Side by side, which would you choose?
Check this out:
You women who are so complacent, rise up and listen to me;
you daughters who feel secure, hear what I have to say!
In little more than a year you who feel secure will tremble;
the grape harvest will fail, and the harvest of fruit will not come.
Isaiah 32:9-10 (NIV)
And the work of righteousness will be peace,
And the service of righteousness, quietness and confidence forever.
Isaiah 32:17 (NASB)
When we become complacent, we’re probably good when things are good. But what happens when the trials come? If we stray from our firm foundation we’ll crumble like a cookie.
Here are a few dangers of complacency:
- It stunts our spiritual growth.
- It blurs the lines between comfortable and comfort.
- It causes us to settle for less than God’s best.
- It keeps us stuck when we need to move forward.
- It makes us lukewarm, neither hot nor cold.
- It temps us to withdraw-to become isolated.
- It will distance us from God.
Are we experiencing the comfort of true peace, or settling for the comfortable of complacency?
Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful. John 14:27 NASB
I didn’t see the words PEACE or FREEDOM in the definition of complacency, did you? Of course, Jesus peace is supernatural. You won’t find that definition in Merriam-Webster. That’s why God says it’s a peace that surpasses all understanding. We can have it even when it doesn’t make sense.
- Stay in prayer. Without ceasing. Which means don’t give up.
- Stay close to the sisterhood-Isolation is a dangerous place. Don’t go there.
- Stay alert because the enemy loves when we’re distracted.
The world needs to know that true peace is found in Jesus.
I’d love to hear your thoughts. Have you ever become complacent?
Peace out and go in peace sisters.
Today I welcome my new friend Katie Axelson to the blog. I first met Katie through a writer’s community, Tribe Writers, and invited her to guest post on Walking Deeper. I read her ebook, Jesus Shoes: Following His Footsteps Through the Latin American Mission Field, and it’s a-ma-zing. Check out her bio at the end of her post and learn how you can grab your free copy. Thank you Katie, for inspiring us to live a story worth telling.
I cursed the cross once.
I’m not proud of it but it happened.
The month we lived in Ecuador my friends and I picked up a new favorite hobby: hiking volcanoes.
I didn’t hate it.
But neither did I love it.
It stretched me, grew me, and challenged me.
And I don’t just mean physically.
That’s how I ended up cursing the cross.
We were told the volcano would take forty-five minutes to hike. Oh and you could do it in heels.
We skipped the heels but used that time estimate when we planned our day.
The bus schedule left little margin for error and time adjustments.
Forty-five minutes into the hike we figured we were getting close.
SURELY we HAD to be getting close.
Spoiler alert: we weren’t even close.
We rounded a corner of the trail and saw the cross—the destination, the top of the volcano—still further away than we’d already come.
That’s when I said a naughty word.
It wasn’t meant at Jesus. Though His name might have come out with it.
It was in frustration. In desperation. In exhaustion
And that’s where Jesus always meets us: in frustration, desperation, and exhaustion. tweet
It’s in those moments when nothing but the naughty words come, those moments when we don’t think we can take another step, those moments when we’re done.
When we’ve been lied to.
We’re ready to call it quits, turn around, and go back to where we came from.
Those moments are just plain hard.
But I learned a long time ago that hard journeys are better traveled in pairs.
So my hiking buddy and I started to laugh.
First at my naughty reaction to the beautiful symbol of our redemption.
Then at how muddy our tennis shoes were—because after all, this hike supposedly could be done in heels.
The time constraints of the day faded away as we looked around at the picturesque scenery.
Yes, something good was indeed happening.
Both around us and within us.
We were walking in, breathing in, and dwelling in His presence.
He was walking along side us—giving us the strength to put one foot in front of the other.
He was walking before us—guiding us, leading us to the top.
He was walking behind us—pushing us upward closer to Him.
He was walking within us—allowing us to see what He sees.
And He was offering us more grace, love, and mercy that we could have ever imagined.
Even to the missionary who says dirty words.
Even to the son afraid to come home.
Even to the daughter too exhausted to lift her head.
He reaches out His hand, lifts it for her, and holds it gently to His chest.
He takes the angry words, swallows them, and transforms them into love flowing from His eyes.
Let Him love you—even if you don’t want to be loved.
Even if you don’t think you deserve (or need) the kind of love He’s offering.
Let Him offer grace—even if you think you have to earn it.
Let Him offer freedom—freedom to dance, to sing, to hike, and to laugh.
Let Him be both the destination and the journey partner.
We eventually made it to the top of the volcano (and back down again).
Our mud-caked clothing recovered, our sore legs strengthened, and our hearts refreshed.
It was worth every step, every slip, every missed bus, and every foul word.
Because it reminded us that He is indeed faithful.
What in your life reminds you of His faithfulness?
God calls Katie His daughter and lets her earn a living as a writer, editor, and speaker. She’s striving to live a story worth telling and in 2014 that story took her around the world as a missionary. She used those stories to write a book called Jesus Shoes: Following His Footsteps Through the Latin American Mission Field. It’s available for free at KatieAxelson.com. You can also find Katie on all of the miscellaneous social media sites (@KatieAxelson).
It never fails.
I’m in the turn lane. A clear view of oncoming traffic. I’m calculating in my mind where the break is. The turning point. Then, as if a wrench falls from the sky, another car pulls into the opposite turn lane.
Now I can’t see. I know you can relate.
So I wait. Because if I don’t, I’m taking a chance. And my decision affects others too, doesn’t it?
Today I passed by two cars waiting in opposite turn lanes. In my rear-view mirror, I could see at least one of them had a clear path. But they couldn’t see it. And I couldn’t tell them. They had to find it out for themselves.
When they could see clearly again.
We may not be able to see what our future holds. But God always has the clear view. Because He is the clear view. He helps us see clearly when we are ready.
He knows all of our turning points.
So we can trust when He says go, and trust when He says stay put.
We may have to wait to see clearly, but the right move never feels cloudy. tweet
Great plans take time. And they are worth the wait. Let’s not move forward before we have clear site of our direction.
Until then, we spend time in the waiting room.
Here are some positive thoughts on waiting:
- Waiting provides more time to pray, seek, and reflect. It’s not buying time, it’s spending it.
- Waiting could be the difference between settling for good and experiencing great
- Waiting doesn’t mean time stands still, it means be still until the right time
- Waiting doesn’t last forever even thought it feels that way
The Holy Spirit gives guidance and direction. And when we pray for wisdom, guess what? We get it.
There comes a time when the wait is over. Aren’t you glad? And we need that wisdom to discern between waiting and procrastinating. When God says move, it’s time to move.
Our turning point.
Are you currently in a time of waiting?
What would you do if you saw a live wire down?
A few months ago, a semi truck drove through our neighborhood. Staying on the straight path would have been fine, but the driver turned onto a side-street, snagging the power lines.
Live wires down. A tangled mess of electrified spaghetti. Sounds like a good name for a band.
We’ve all strayed from the straight path at one time or another. We hit a snag in life. Next thing we know our live wire is down and we’re feeling disconnected. You probably know someone experiencing that right now. Maybe it’s you.
As we roll into 2016, let’s be intentional about staying connected, and let’s not do this:
- Pull away from God and friends when life gets messy
- Miss an event or gathering when we know we should go
- Procrastinate about calling a friend (maybe one with a wire down)
- Feel defeated before we’ve even tried
- Live in our comfort zone, all comfy and cozy
- Place human limitations on what God can do, and what He desires to do through us
Let’s be in community…
- There are live wires down all over town. Before we become overwhelmed by the need, let’s pray each morning: God, lead me to the exact person You have chosen for me to connect with today.
- Take a step back. Encourage others to step forward. We don’t need to do it all, and God didn’t plan it that way. We can reach and encourage other women, two by two, but it doesn’t have to be the same two.
- What about that God’s girl you haven’t seen at church in a while? How about meeting her for coffee?
I’m convinced God created coffee for a purpose far beyond keeping our eyelids from drooping. Hot or cold, it brings people together. The Lord is so wise. If you don’t like coffee, tea works too.
Girls, we need to connect. This is the one time it’s good to get our wires crossed. Even if we don’t have a wire down, sometimes our spaghetti needs to be electrified. We need to stay connected to the Holy Spirit within us, our power source.
Never doubt there’s someone who needs to hear what God wants to say through you. Yes, you.
Why don’t we get to know each other right here?
Share something about yourself in the comments. It doesn’t have to be much, maybe a favorite hobby, a hometown, a talent, a dream, a goal. This is good practice for when we need an ice-breaker.
I’ll go first:
- Writing is my passion (after Jesus, family, ministry, and perhaps coffee of course).
- My hometown is Rockaway, NJ (no, I didn’t mean NY, there is a Rockaway in NJ!).
- I can twirl two batons at the same time. Aren’t you impressed? It will come in handy someday, I’m sure.
- I didn’t make the cheerleading squad in high school. You can read about it here.
- One of my goals this year is to publish two books. One of them being a children’s book of all things! If you have children, grandchildren, or know sweet kiddos at church or in your neighborhood, I’d love it if you’d be willing to spread the word. I’ll let you know when it’s available on Amazon 😉
- One of my dreams, is to plop a Neighbor’s Table smack in the middle of my side-yard, and invite the neighborhood gals over for, I don’t know, coffee? Perhaps a light meal, girl-talk, and however else the Lord leads.
Ok, now it’s your turn! Share some tidbits about yourself.
Have a blessed and joyous New Year my friends,
Christmas is here!
That time of year for childlike excitement, and turn-your-hair-gray stress all at the same time.
Why is that?
I have a theory. It’s our DNA (Director of Navigating Amazing).
We’ve convinced ourselves we’re in charge of the perfect Christmas experience.
Am I right?
Let’s do a quick rundown of four types of stress we face:
- Materialistic Stress
Spoiler alert: Every kiss does not begin with Kay, unless your name is Kay.
Here’s a little story I call “The Year of the Christmas Fluff”
Looking back over my “growing-up” years, I can see how God provided for my family, even when we weren’t exactly living for Him. We didn’t know what being a true Christian meant, so we kept God in a neat little box called Sunday.
I remember this one Christmas, friends were coming over for cookies and hot chocolate. We had more than enough gifts under the tree, but somehow we felt it was lacking.
So we actually did this…
We went hunting through clothes we already had, pulled out extra boxes, and put them under the tree to give the impression of more. Wow, I know.
So yeah, we were fluffers, but just that one time.
Keep in mind, this was “BC” before we really knew Christ. It wasn’t until much later in life I learned:
More stuff doesn’t = a perfect Christmas
- Financial Stress
Financial stress may actually be guilt tied to the wallet.
Have we spent enough? Have we spent too much? We don’t have enough to spend. We’ve spent too much, and now we don’t have enough left over…
Stop. Feeling. Guilty.
It may be too late to budget for this year, but it’s not too early to budget for next.
- Crazy Schedule Stress
We run ourselves ragged, trying to cram in as many Christmas events as humanly possible.
Key word? Human.
We’re human and we’re running on empty. Even a caramel mocha peppermint snowflake latte won’t fix it.
Choose only the most meaningful Christmas gatherings and events.
It’s okay to say no when you can’t go.
- Emotional Stress
We miss people more this time of year. We feel lonely in a roomful of people. We gather with family and friends who don’t always share our beliefs and values. We may even be forced to co-mingle with annoying people. Imagine that.
Maybe that is the point, to be a light and show love to even the most unlovable.
Newsflash, we probably annoy some people too.
Truth is, we manufacture most of the stress ourselves, don’t we?
Perhaps the diagnosis is PERFECTIONITIS?
Yes, I made that word up, but you know what I mean.
“For perfectionists, life is an endless report card on accomplishments or looks. It’s a fast track to unhappiness… What makes perfectionism so toxic is that while those in its grip desire success, they are most focused on avoiding failure, so theirs is a negative orientation.” Psychology Today
Let me just say, it’s okay if not all of us are bakers, and not all of us are crafty.
Let’s stop trying to live up to our own huge expectations.
We can’t be a blessing when we’re stressing. Take a breath.
If we don’t get it exactly right on this one day, we are not failures we are fine. We’ll still be celebrating Jesus long after the tree is tossed and the cats eat the tinsel.
So what do we do?
We remember a true story:
Mary’s story, our story, HIStory…
We are celebrating Jesus, not everything i and Apple, including Aunt Martha’s apple pie.
Another cool thing?
We are in the Christmas story.
Did you ever think of Christmas in that way?
God had you and me on His mind when He came as a babe, born of a virgin, on that Oh Holy Night.
Mary said “let it be as you have said.”
Let it be…
Christmas is not meant to be a stress fest, let it be a bless fest.
May the peace of God reign in your hearts through this season and always.
Love to you all, and have a blessed and Merry Christmas!
P.S. If we find ourselves losing sight of what Christmas is all about, we can click on the link below and allow Linus to remind us.
For unto you is born this day, in the City of David, a Savior who is Christ the Lord. Luke 2:11
Are we scripture skippers?
We love our go-to verses, don’t we? Yet at times it reminds me of skipping rocks.
Have you ever done that?
I’m not good at it, but I’ve seen some good rock skippers. If you hold your wrist just right, and flick your wrist just right, and you hold your mouth just right, those rocks can journey far.
But what have they skipped over?
Every word in the Bible is important and impactful. Every word.
If you’re like me, we find ourselves pulling verses for what we feel we need. What we really need is to be careful we’re not missing the whole story.
Let’s think of some favorite go-to verses:
James 4:7 says resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Good stuff, and oh how we need it. But we can’t just resist the devil on our own, we’ve got to take in the entire verse:
Submit therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7 NASB
Submit therefore to God. That comes first.
Here’s an excerpt of a post in Christianitytoday.com:
Do not judge, or you too will be judged (Matthew 7 v 1)
Out of context: In a pluralistic culture where the greatest ‘sin’ is intolerance, this looks very much like Jesus telling us not to criticize or find fault with one another’s lifestyles.
In context: In v3-5, Jesus tells us first to address the issues in our own lives (the plank in our own eye) before turning our attentions to the issues with others. BUT, v5 does indicate that once we’ve put our own houses in order, we are than enabled to help other people deal with their issues. So while we should be careful not to behave judgmentally, we are supposed to be involved – in humility and through community – in helping others to work through their issues.
While we shouldn’t use judgment to condemn, we’re not off the hook entirely. There is no condemnation in Christ Jesus, but that doesn’t mean we can look the other way when we see a brother or sister stumble.
We’re called to share the truth in love with the purpose of bringing restoration. It’s in the Word, check it out in Matthew 18:15-17
If we don’t know what the Word says, we won’t know what it doesn’t say. Hebrews tells us to move beyond elementary teachings about Christ, and move forward into maturity.
So yeah, that spiritual gray? It’s quite becoming, don’t pluck it out.
It doesn’t mean we’re getting old, it means we’re getting new.
Here’s more good news: Girls, we are smart.
I love Bible teachers like Beth Moore, and many others, who aren’t afraid to give us meaty study tools. In our study time, we’ve got to move past the milk and be fed with substance.
We weren’t designed to drink milk forever. This is great news, especially for nursing moms lol.
It’s time to be weaned from milk and sink our teeth into the meat of the Word.
Let’s not settle, K?
Our pastors can give a dynamite, meaty sermon. But bite size pieces for thirty minutes once or twice a week isn’t enough to cut our teeth on. If we’re depending on that, we’ll starve.
Would a parent feed their child only once or twice a week?
Even though the Word is for everyone, it’s personal.
If we depend solely on others to tell us what the Bible says, it’s like letting someone else read our love letters. Nothing beats reading the Word of truth with our own eyes.
Faith is the evidence of things not seen, and our faith is strengthened by the Word we can see.
Memorizing scripture verses is a beautiful thing, and we all have our favorites, but let’s not miss the big picture by being scripture skippers.
Go deeper, dig deeper, walk deeper.
I facilitate a women’s Bible study group on Thursday nights. We just finished James-Mercy Triumphs and are heading into The Armor of God study.
What are you currently studying?
For more insight into the Word, check out this site http://www.janiscox.com/category/word-of-god-speak/
Share a favorite Bible study in the comments.
Peace & Love,
How are you today? No really, how are you?
Daily demands we women face can be a bit overwhelming, ok, a lot overwhelming.
Cheerful givers we are, but sometimes the cheerful is a stretch.
We’re pulled in different directions, like rubberband girls, as we balance hats stacked on our heads. There are hard times, and there are just-doing-life times, and don’t we want more abundant life times?
Do you feel people always expect something from you?
Well, I want something for you.
I want for you to know, when you feel like giving up, when you’re tired and you’re weary, that everything you do matters.
I want for you to know, you are important, significant, and special, no matter how unimportant, insignificant, and not-so-special you may feel. I don’t want you feeling that way, and God doesn’t want you feeling that way either.
I want for you to know, those plans God has for you? They’re not just thrown together, like remnants in the pantry we try passing off as dinner. God’s plans were formed long ago with perfect faithfulness.
Now consider this:
What if we could overlay a transparency graph of our life, atop of the graph of God’s plans for our life? How closely would the lines line up? It would show times when our own plans veered us off track. Then hopefully it would show times when the lines became one, when we’ve drawn near to God, and listened for His voice and direction. How many lines would we see today?
You know what makes me sad? When those lines don’t line up. You know what makes me sadder? For some, those lines will never line up. I don’t want to be that person missing opportunities to help someone’s lines line up. I want to be the woman God calls me to be, to share His love and grace with others, and I want that for you.
I want to live my real life, not a palatable version I created in my head. I want to live who I’m really supposed to be, not who I think I’m supposed to be. I want me to be me, and I want you to be you.
I see hurting people, struggling with a life of addiction, lies, darkness…
That’s not supposed to be their life. God doesn’t create a work of art to waste away.
I want for them to live their real life, and I want for you to live your real life too.
I want for you to feel joy, and love, and peace, and I want that for them. Sometimes the them is us, because we all fight battles and we all fall down.
I want for all of us to see ourselves the way God sees us. That it isn’t us and them, we are all just us.
Be encouraged today. Did you ever notice when we encourage others, we are also encouraged?
We can’t afford to leave our calling and our purpose on the table like crumbs from breakfast.
Our real life was bought and paid for by Jesus Christ, and I want for us to live that truth. When we follow Jesus, we are living our real life. We’ll still mess up, but I am me and you are you. The real me and the real you, not a version the world tries to convince us we should be.
Let’s speak that real life truth to encourage others to live theirs.
I want for you to hang tight to faith, and know you make a difference in this world. The world wouldn’t be the same without the real you.
Are you living your real life?
Do you know someone in a downward spiral?
You may feel like giving up. You may feel like you’ve recited so many Bible verses, if they don’t get it by now, oh well.
I know how that feels, and truth is, sometimes I don’t get it either. Hello plank in my own eye.
Yet, our own shortcomings aside, we feel compelled to save, fix, and resolve. We love that word resolve, don’t we?
Resolve in music means the note that makes the piece sound finished.
Take the song Jesus Loves Me. At the end of the song, it goes “yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.” When you hit that last note on “so” the tune resolves.
What if the song ended at me? It would sound unfinished, unresolved.
We want to be that note, don’t we? That final note that resolves everything. Well we’re not meant to be that note. Jesus is that note.
The cross resolved the sin of the world, and the final resolve was His resurrection. He did it all for everyone. He is our note, our resolve.
It’s a sweet, sweet song, and we need to sing it for others. Even if we can’t carry a tune, we can sing His gospel, so the ends of the earth will hear it.
He has put a new song in my mouth—
Praise to our God;
Many will see it and fear,
And will trust in the Lord. Psalm 40:3
That downward spiral? We can’t resolve it. We need to stop taking responsibility for it. Yet, if the song feels unfinished, unresolved, we can keep singing until others start singing it too.
We also have to realize, some won’t feel like singing.
That’s the Holy Spirit’s job. He gives us the voice, and opens the ears of the hearers. But He won’t make them sing, because they have to choose. Let’s love them through it, and allow the compassion to flow.
It’s like when you hear a song you love, and you want the entire world to love it too.
Well, not everyone will love it. And we don’t get that do we? Why don’t they love it?
For some, it sounds like noise. For others, although they may not instantly love it, it will grow on them. Then it will grow in them.
It reminds me of that old Coke commercial, “I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony….” If you don’t know it, you can google it.
We need to teach the world to sing, one person at a time.
It’s not us who stops a downward spiral, but Christ in us.
Pray for direction, because what we enable may actually disable.
Hang on to faith, and keep praying and interceding on their behalf. I have a feeling they’re counting on us, even when we’re ready to throw in the towel.
Seek wise counsel for serious situations needing professional intervention. When we are over it, it may be because it’s over our heads. We need boots on the ground to fight spiritual battles. Armor up, and put out the prayer warrior call.
We are not alone.
We want what’s best for others, but God knows what’s better. Let’s trust Him with the resolve, while we seek which note we need to play next.
Be encouraged, and never stop singing. Our note of resolve is Jesus, and His love song is our saving grace.
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