May 212013
 
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Yesterday afternoon, a two-mile wide tornado ripped through the town of Moore, Oklahoma. When the dark storm passed, much of the town was leveled, destroyed, gone. It tore buildings into pieces, twisted cars until they were unrecognizable, and mangled an elementary school. In the wake, at least 24 souls passed away; many were children.

In such times of tragedy, our temptation is to beat our breast and tear our clothes like the mourning men we read of in the pages of the Bible. “Why God?” we want to know. News reports are quick to cover every shadowy detail, exposing every inch of pain and devastation. Among the reports, I crossed paths with a video of a man leaving his storm shelter after the horrific storm passed. You hear him clamor as he opens the door. Darkness gives way to light as he opens the cellar door to expose the ruins that once were his home.

In what I assume is shock, he pans the camera around in a full circle. Every direction reveals brokenness. Nothing stands. No frame of a house, no remaining bricks where a fireplace used to stand, no furniture, no proof of the life he lived hours before. Gone. His response? “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.” The one phrase the man utters upon the news of his home being whisked away is words from Job 1:21. After this, the camera clicks off.

The rest of the verse says, “Blessed be the name of the Lord.” I don’t know if this is where the camera man’s heart was resting, or if he was just expressing his emotion with a common phrase he’s heard over the years. But what I hope, is that he and all the others affected by the storms in Oklahoma, and everyone watching in horror on the other side of the news reports, remembers not only the words of Job 1:21, but also the words of Psalm 105:25-27:

“Of old you laid the foundation of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will remain; they will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like a robe, and they will pass away, but you are the same, and your years have no end.” (Psalm 102:25-27, ESV)

These storms remind us of a very real and tangible truth we often forget; everything we have here on earth will perish but God will remain. And so instead of longing for the things of this world, those that wear out like a garment, or are caught up in the rushing winds, we are to long for a different inheritance; one that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for us who are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time (1 Peter 1:4-5).

In this you rejoice.

“…though now for a little while, if necessary you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith – more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire – may be found to result in the praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 1 Peter 1:6-9

Yes, we are to mourn with those who mourn and grieve with those who grieve, and today it is right for there to be much fellowship in mourning and grieving. But there should also be a reminder – today is the little while; we are being grieved by various trials. But we are not among those who grieve without hope. If we hold fast to our confession; that Christ Jesus is making all things new through his death and resurrection, forgiving our sins and reconciling us with God for eternity, then we can cling to our confession. He who promised, is faithful (Hebrews 10:23).

This is a promise that cannot be torn away.

But, if you are unsure of the reliability of this promise, let this be a different reminder. Is your life bound in the movable, easily consumed by the storms of this life? If there is a shadow of doubt in your heart, may these storms lead you to open the cellar doors of your life and survey what remains.

“We must not rest without a desperate struggle to clasp the Savior in the arms of faith and say, ‘I know whom I have believed, and I am convinced that he is able to guard until that Day what has been entrusted to me.’ Do not rest, believer, until you have a full assurance of your interest in Jesus. Let nothing satisfy you until, by the infallible witness of the Holy Spirit bearing witness with your spirit, you are identified as a child of God.” – Charles H. Spurgeon

In the wake of today’s storms, take a few moments to take stock of your own life outside the cellar. What would remain? Would you have hope?

“…We who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.” Hebrews 6:18-20

Today I am thankful I have a foundation that cannot be shaken. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

May 142013
 

Online, Jill is a joyful and encouraging believer. She advocates for the oppressed and raises money for the poor. Every Saturday she tweets about her service at the local homeless shelter. She posts Bible verses several times a day. Based on her social media interactions, her friends seem to love and enjoy her.

Offline, she’s a different Jill.

Offline Jill seems standoffish and unengaged with her church community. Her online activism feels more like judgmentalism and, while happy to volunteer at a shelter, she can’t be bothered to serve her local church. Hurt by her apparent disinterest, Jill’s peers feel ignored and pushed away. She seems more content to live online than face-to-face.

How can Jill’s online life look so different from her real life? I can’t judge her; I’ve been her and seen the fallout.

I am often tempted to live online and avoid real life altogether. It’s easier.

Today I’m over at The Gospel Coalition writing about all the reasons we can’t settle for a life online.

May 132013
 
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“Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve;” 1 Timothy 2:11-12

This isn’t exactly one of those verses I’ve seen girls sport on coffee mugs or paint in scripted letters over their front door.

I’ll admit, I’ve squirmed in my seat while discussing them with flabbergasted feminist friends. At the reading of this passage, a woman clinging to her sense of independence and equality perceives her rights are being threatened, and perhaps her self-worth. It’s a culturally sticky subject.

But, in order to uphold scriptural authority, we need to address the elephant in the room. The words aren’t comfy, but they’re clear. It’s really a black and white matter: women are called to quietness and submission within the context of the local church.

Like it or not, these verses are no less valuable than the ones we scribble on post-its and frame in our living rooms. They are pieces of God’s unchanging word and he declares them good and worthy of being studied, understood, and embraced.

So how do we handle these verses? Find out by heading over to The Council for Biblical Manhood and Womanhood’s women’s blog, Karis by clicking here to read the rest of the article!

May 082013
 

“Seeing my children struggle with sin makes me squirmy. Whether they’re back-talking during bath time, squabbling with siblings, deceiving, or disobeying, I fear for their future. What if their foolishness or hard-heartedness is only beginning to show? What if they stay dead in sin fooor-evvvv-er?

More than anything, I want my children to know and love Jesus; to turn away from their sin and trust Christ for salvation.

I plead anxiously: “Lord, please help them understand their selfishness. Convict them of their pride. Help them learn to respect our authority so they’ll respect yours!” 

I know God hears my prayers, but sometimes he seems to tarry on answering them my way. If their behavior doesn’t change two seconds after I’ve breathe “Amen” I worry they’re on their way to becoming a sociopath or a murderer. Of course, I’m being dramatic. But I do hope their small-scale struggles aren’t indicators of much bigger and scarier struggles yet to come.”

How do you respond when you see your children struggling? Do you want to stamp your foot at God, and yell “Save them Lord, but not that way!?” Join me today as I write about The Struggle to Trust God with My Child’s Salvation, over at Domestic Kingdom.

Apr 292013
 

It’s been a long week. Actually, it’s been a series of long weeks. My husband is wrapping up his seminary career (papers, assignments, sermons, tests) and it happens to coincide with a big ministry event at church (rehearsals, rehearsals, rehearsals). Then of course the kids started swim team (every day) last week right as one of our cars kicked the bucket.

All of these minor events, though very insignificant in the scheme of eternity, culminated last night in one very emotional moment for this weary husband-missing mama. After spending the evening manhandling two squirmy boys as they loudly narrated the play their sister and their daddy performed in, my nerves were shot. When my husband’s friend asked to borrow him for a celebratory meal after the show, I could feel hot tears threatening to brim to the surface.

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Thankfully, I’ve got a sensitive man who wouldn’t have gone and a gracious God who worked things out and the plans fell through. On the way home I got my crying out of my system as my husband listened patiently.

Last night’s emotion was the spoiled fruit of self-confidence. One too many times this week I’ve “sucked it up” and told myself to just “get through it” instead of looking to the Lord and asking Him for the strength to persevere. My, how self-reliant I can be.

This morning I am freshly aware of my own frailty. I need Jesus, not only every hour, but every moment. I need Him guiding me, calming me, and reminding me that He is my strength and not the other way around. I should thank God for these seemingly endless days of chaos because they’re producing a harvest of righteousness in my very unrighteous flesh. He is indeed making all things new, through the rising waters of turmoil.


When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;

and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;

when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,

and the flame shall not consume you.

For I am the Lord your God,

the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.

Isaiah 43:2-3

Whatever you are facing today – the huge project at work, the final you’re terrified to take, the break-up you’ve been putting off, the endless mountain of laundry you can’t seem to conquer, the toddler who won’t be tamed, or the pregnancy test that still shows negative; God is with you. He is your strength. You needn’t be strong enough for him. 

“fear not, for I am with you;

be not dismayed, for I am your God;

I will strengthen you, I will help you,

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

Isaiah 41:10

Apr 252013
 
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Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. -Joshua 1:9

Today I want to hear from you. What does this verse stir inside of you? Does it bring you comfort because it reminds you of God’s nearness? Or does it make you feel guilty because you know you wrestle with fear all too often? God’s word says:

Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. -Isaiah 41:10

What are the fears that take your mind of God’s faithfulness? Do you find they frequently or regularly cripple you in your faith walk? Have you been delivered from the captivity to fear? I want to hear your story. Whether it’s one word in the comment section (by “add comments” at the top of the post) or through a private email (click on the red envelope on the right side bar), I’d be honored to hear where you are today.
Apr 182013
 

This past week has been filled with frightening events. A tragic incident critically injured a long-time family friend, the fatal Boston explosions that killed three and wounded hundreds, and then last night’s explosion at a fertilizer plant in West, Texas (near my hometown) where the death toll is still climbing and the injuries will most likely top 200 as day breaks.

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Each of these traumatic events have drastically and devastatingly changed the course of many families. Sadly, I am reminded of the fading nature of the world. We are but grass. Recognizing this reality has caused me to once again remember the source of my faith and recommit to trusting solely in the Lord’s sovereignty.

This morning I read over this passage in the devotional book Spurgeon’s Morning By Morning, by Alistair Begg:

“Rahab depended for her preservation upon the promise of the spies, whom she regarded as the representatives of the God of Israel. Her faith was simple and firm, but it was very obedient. To tie the scarlet cord in the window was a very trivial act in itself, but she dared not run the risk of omitting it.

Come, my soul, is there not here a lesson for you?….

This act of Rahab provides an even more solemn lesson. Have I implicitly trusted in the precious blood of Jesus? Have I tied the scarlet cord, with an intricate knot in my window, so that my trust can never be removed? Or can I look out toward the Dead Sea of my sins or the Jerusalem of my hopes without seeing the blood and seeing all things in connection with its blessed power? The passer-by can see a cord of such a conspicuous color if it hangs from the window: It will be good for me if my life makes the efficacy of the atonement conspicuous to all onlookers.

What is there to be ashamed of? Let men or devils gaze if they want, the blood is my boast and my song. My soul, there is One who will see that scarlet cord, even when because your faith is weak you cannot see it yourself; Jehovah, the Avenger, will see it and pass over you. Jericho’s walls fell flat: Rahab’s house was on the wall, and yet it stood undisturbed.

My nature is built into the wall of humanity, and yet when destruction smites the race, I will be secure. My soul, tie the scarlet cord in the window again, and rest in peace.”

My hope and peace do not come through gun control, counter-terrorism units, or tighter security measures. My cord of hope is Christ alone.

 

Click here to purchase: Morning by Morning: A New Edition of the Classic Devotional Based on The Holy Bible, English Standard Version / Charles H. Spurgeon ; revised and updated by Alistair Begg. ISBN 978-1-58134-981-8

Apr 152013
 

In my home, I’ve got a closet full of skeletons. They’re not notable ones to anyone else and they wouldn’t cause a fuss among the public or local law enforcement (praise Jesus) but they’re skeletons none the less. Mistakes I’ve made, words I’ve spoken carelessly, hearts I’ve wounded, and relational messes I’ve made hang in the dark and mock me from the shadows. As I pass by each morning and pray for the Lord to dress me in His righteousness alone, it’s all I can do to block out the haunting voices of my past sins.

How could the Lord still use me for His purposes?

It’s true;  I am a sinner who feels the weight of my transgressions daily and I’m tempted to assume I’ve rendered myself useless. Sure, there may be times I have the chance to speak a few words of affirmation to a friend or pray with someone from church who’s struggling, but God really using me?

Everyone still remembers all the times I’ve screwed up.

Two Hebrews remembered Moses’ transgression too. In Exodus 2:11 we see the grown man Moses and read as he kills an Egyptian he’d caught beating a Hebrew. Moses’ anger was justified but his actions were not; he sinned in his anger and killed the Egyptian. Afterward he’d hoped to cover his sin in sand by burying the body. Yet the very next day when addressing two fighting Hebrew men, his very own sin surfaces. “Do you mean to kill us as you killed the Egyptian?” they questioned him.

Ready to Run

How those words must have stung the heart of Moses. “What right do you have to correct our sin when you’ve committed the very same sin?!” I’ve felt the sinking feeling when my sin’s paraded out for all to see and I’ve felt the fear of fall-out. I’ve run for the hills to avoid my own shame.

Moses also felt the need to run. He remembered his sin and how he’d covered it and now he feared the wrath of Pharaoh. His fear was justified; Pharaoh would want to kill him for his crime. And so Moses gets the heck out of dodge and flees to Midian.

If Moses was anything like me, he probably wondered if God would ever use him again. Mourning sin is miserable when you’ve tasted God’s goodness. Not only was Moses cast out of the Egyptian life he’d always known and Pharaoh’s good graces, he was out of the sweet spot of obedience in the sight of the Lord. He’d acted harshly, committed murder, and now he sat by the well haunted by his own choices.

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Ready to Redeem

As Moses sits, the priest’s seven daughters approach to draw water for their flocks. A gang of motley shepherds with no intention of playing nice come and attempt to drive the girls and their sheep away. But Moses jumps to their rescue, defends and saves the women, and waters their flock.

When the women arrive home, their father sends them back to the well to fetch Moses. The father welcomes Moses joyfully into his home, breaks bread, and honors him, Moses the murderer, for the way he graciously rescued his daughters.

“And Moses was content to dwell with the man, and he gave Moses his daughter Zipporah. She gave birth to a son, and he called his name Gershom, for he said, “I have been a sojourner in a foreign land.”"

God graciously redeems the time Moses spends in the desert, the place he’d fled to out of fear, and uses it to prosper Moses.

God Continues His Work

God’s plans for Moses’ life couldn’t be thwarted. Moses wasn’t worthy or wonderful; God’s plans for Moses’ life were. He intended for Moses to deliver the Hebrews from the hand of Pharaoh and lead them out of captivity into the promised land, in spite of Moses’ sin.

This story brings me such comfort. Knowing that even when I’m foolish, even when I sin, I can’t thwart God’s purposes for my life. God cares more about accomplishing his own plans and receiving his own glory than he does about leaving me to sit in shame and  learn my lessons in perceived seasons of wilderness. Even when I feel cast away, God is still working to redeem, still bringing beauty from ashes.

Whichever wells you may be sitting by today, it’s my prayer that you wouldn’t sit in self-pity and assume you’re out of commission. God is still using you for His purposes and His glory, even in Your wilderness.

Apr 032013
 
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Does finding the perfect low-fat recipe stress you out? Does meal-prep and cooking time swallow your evening? Does you head spin just thinking about eating healthy?

Whether it’s stopping at Dairy Queen for the daily Blizzard or Trader Joe’s for the low priced all organic fare, it’s easier than ever to fixate on food. But one thing is for sure, both sides of the eating spectrum can lead to food idolatry.

“But how can this be?” you ask. “I’m eating so healthy.”

Yes, you may be eating healthy. But does eating healthy consume most of your time, energy, and affections? Join me over at iBelieve today as I expose a little of my own brokenness on this subject.  You can find the article by clicking here.

Apr 012013
 

It had been thirteen cramped hours, two airplanes filled to capacity, and an hour-long shuttle bus since I waved goodbye to my family in humid Houston. Now, twenty-five hundred miles away, I stood on my college roommate’s doorstep and waited behind her closed front door to surprise her.

This friend, a heart-sister, had recently welcomed her first baby. The day he was born I cried over the fact that I was grocery shopping in another state instead of heading up to the hospital to wait. When my four babies were born she lived close and could rush to meet them. She knew each of their faces from their first day. I yearned to know this little guy.

After the door opened and we got through the initial shock and hugs, I stepped inside their warm home to see a six-week-old, perfect baby boy snuggled close and sleeping on his daddy’s chest. I couldn’t wait to hold him. He was the answer to the prayer I’d prayed with my friend and her husband for five years.

Lord, please let them have a baby of their own. Lord, be merciful. Lord, provide. And now to see this longing fulfilled, all I could do was bless the Lord. Wrapped in blankets and held tight, there lay God’s sweet provision.

As a mother of four, I’ve never struggled with infertility. But walking through such seasons with those who have, has taught me so much of the Savior’s love. I have seen the Lord soothe the burn of waiting when something desperately hoped for seems painfully out of reach. These times of painful waiting – both in the lives of my friends and in my own life, have taught me to trust God’s plans even when they’re painful. God is near when I’m confused, when I’m hurting, when I’m longing.

Oh Lord, you have searched me and known me!

You know when I sit down and when I rise up; 

you discern my thoughts from afar.

In these seasons of surrender, God reminds me of my known-ness. He knows all of my pain and He sees each tear. He knows when I’m awake and worrying at four a.m. He sees me on the days I wake up with renewed hope in his powerful and mighty hands. He knows me in my grief when one more time I’m disappointed, angry, shaking my fists at the heavens. He knows me when I’ve lost hope. Even then, God is near.

Where shall I go from your Spirit?

Or where shall I flee from your presence?

If I ascend to heaven, you are there!

If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!

How grateful I am that my faith, or lack thereof, does not determine His faithfulness, kindness, or provision. His plans are perfect, his ways wonderful, and his hand merciful. It is His right hand that holds me in the darkness when I fear the future. Even the darkness is not dark to Him.

Wonderful are your works;

my soul knows it very well.

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As we rocked in the darkness that first night and I held him as close as my own, I thanked the Lord for being near both now and during the waiting. I thanked Him for the baby He knit together in her womb; the one whose unformed substance He’d seen while our faith was weary. I thanked Him for His grace and kindness to answer our prayers with this chubby-cheeked, bald-headed, biggest-blue-eyed baby’s life. And as he lay still, breathing heavy on my chest, I asked the Lord to be near to Him too; that he might know God the way his parents and I do.

Be gracious once again Lord. Reveal your glory to the heart your hand formed in the womb. Strengthen his parents’ hands as they watch their boy grow and may they impart your wisdom to him. Remind them you are near in every season.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!

How vast is the sum of them!

If I would count them, they are more than the sand.

I awake, and I am still with you.

Are you in a season of waiting or longing? Are you wondering what God’s thoughts are toward you? Be still and know He is God. Know His nearness in the way of Psalm 139. However He decides to answer your prayers, He will be your comfort and your joy in your day of sorrow. Hold fast to hope.

 

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