What a life, what an adventure I've been blessed to be a part of! Only Yahweh could have come up with such a script. And only now do I see His hand was always upon me.
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
Our daughter received a small rocking chair for her first birthday. Subsequent children used it, but it’s always been “Mary’s rocker”. Our granddaughter, Annalyn, used it for a couple of years, until she figured out she was a "big girl".
Holy God, thank you for the blessing of faithful parents. This is such a mixed up mess, I don't know how I could possibly function without their foundation of trust in you.
So much for being first-born! Did Father have so little faith in me, think me so unattractive that he thought the only way I would get a husband would be to trick one into marrying me?
What's a girl to do? Is it my fault I was born beautiful? To hear my parents talk, you'd think it was a sin.
Enough was enough! I didn't choose gorgeous hair or skin like porcelain.
So, when the first good-looking guy came along with an invitation, I was outta there!
28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”29 “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” 31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”
My poor parents. As a child, they enrolled me in swimming lessons twice. I absolutely hated it. I couldn’t seem to control my arms and legs, much less get them working together.
The second time I was forced into trying to learn this impossible skill I nearly drowned when the teacher made me go to the deep end. Then she thought I was playing as I sank towards the bottom for the third time.
Besides the whole “I’m going to die!” trauma, what I remember most about those swimming lessons was that the teacher didn’t know my name. How could I have confidence in someone who nearly let me drown, and couldn’t even call me by name.?
Do we test the Lord sometimes just to make sure He’s paying attention? Why do we think He doesn’t know our name or care about our heartfelt cries?
Peter had witnessed the miracles of Jesus. He had traveled, talked, eaten and slept with Jesus for quite a while. How could Peter not believe way down deep in his gut that Jesus was more powerful than any elements?
My humanity makes me wonder if sometimes Jesus doesn’t get a little disgusted with our lack of faith. I wonder how many “swimming lessons” I will have to take before I know that I know that I know, that Jesus is just waiting for us to call His name and reach for His hand.
What am I struggling with instead of reaching for the hand of Jesus?
Are you a baker, Dear Reader? Not a dessert maker, but one who bakes bread?
Is there anything better than the aroma of bread rising or baking? And don't you love warm, fresh bread with a bit of butter?
Our son, James, is an amazing baker! I love walking in the door when he's been baking rolls or bread. There's something kind of comforting about it.
And Jesus told a fourth parable.
Jesus took a topic his listeners understood, one that affected their everyday life, to share an important lesson. Long before Mazlow developed his hierarchy of needs, Jesus knew to use the basic need of all people (sustenance) to teach a lesson.
If you're a baker, then you may have experienced what happens if the yeast gets too old, or is mixed with liquid that's too hot. Or maybe you're like me, and you simply got too impatient waiting for it to work.
But flour and water alone make paste, not mouth-watering hot rolls. The leavening makes all the difference.
In the same way, God has given us specific instructions (Exodus 20: 1-17) to have the best lives possible. As we patiently work them into every part of our lives, we begin to see the character of God begin to rise within us.
Dear Reader, how have you seen God's character rise within you lately? Is there an area that perhaps has taken more patience, and grace, in order to see evidence of God's hand working in your life?
Not to worry, Dear Reader. God's arms are long, his muscles are strong. and He never runs out of patience when it comes to working the best into and out of His children.
21 In him our hearts rejoice,
In one of the opening scenes of the movie, “Grease”, the young heroine goes out into her front yard and sings, seemingly to the stars, that she is “hopelessly devoted” to her summer love. It’s a great song. Watching her expressions, she seems to be singing straight from the heart.
As I thought about the title, “Hopelessly Devoted to You”, I initially thought, “Yes! That’s how I feel about God.” But something just didn’t set right. Then it finally dawned on me, we are not hopelessly devoted, we are hopefully devoted to God.
When we gaze at the world around us, it’s easy to recognize hopelessness. Hopeless folks frequently trudge through life as though the weight of the world is on their shoulders. Smiles seem to be strangers to their lips, eyes seem dim, and dark words routinely note their passage through time and space.
If we peer into God’s Holy Word, He tells us over and over again that our hope is “built on nothing less, than Jesus’s blood and righteousness”. We have plenty to be hopeful about as long as we know where to place our hope.
How am I sharing hope with others?
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