1700
A slightly random number.
The next person to read my blog will be the 1700th view. In five years. I know many blogs that get that kind of traffic in a day.
This blog has always been more for me than about broadcasting my own message or agenda. Yet, as I have watch the stats increase, I'm ever more aware that my words and thoughts are reaching others.
Jesus, as I wrestle and put these thoughts and prayers out for others see, I ask that you mark them with Your love. I release the kind of peace that surpasses all understanding as so often even as I have written about the struggles I am going though, there is still a peace that rests on me from You that I'm not sure always comes across in my words. Cultivate a place of closeness with them as You have with me. Relentlessly pursue them. Speak to their hearts. Show them how You delight in them. Jesus, I look to You. You are great. You are worthy of everything!
Amen
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Will I?
Wounds still dripping, eyes still burning with tears.
The rational thought is for justice. To get payment for another's offense.
My mind easily conjures up recompense that doesn't make me like a villain in light of my demand for imminent justice. I look like the innocent, humble servant.
Soon, I realize the person in my sights is showing signs of the battle.
A fight where no one will be left standing.
But it is less difficult to keep attacking, to keep advancing our place and our name than to see pain reflected in the eyes of our supposed opponent and offer healing instead.
I look at Jesus. He who humbled Himself, becoming a man and willingly giving up His life to heal the wounds of those who killed Him.
What enabled Jesus, who faced this very temptation of mine, to stand?
The very same Holy Spirit that is in me. I have the power of the resurrection.
Will I use it?
Will I choose to love?
Will I bring life?
The rational thought is for justice. To get payment for another's offense.
My mind easily conjures up recompense that doesn't make me like a villain in light of my demand for imminent justice. I look like the innocent, humble servant.
Soon, I realize the person in my sights is showing signs of the battle.
A fight where no one will be left standing.
But it is less difficult to keep attacking, to keep advancing our place and our name than to see pain reflected in the eyes of our supposed opponent and offer healing instead.
I look at Jesus. He who humbled Himself, becoming a man and willingly giving up His life to heal the wounds of those who killed Him.
What enabled Jesus, who faced this very temptation of mine, to stand?
The very same Holy Spirit that is in me. I have the power of the resurrection.
Will I use it?
Will I choose to love?
Will I bring life?
Friday, June 8, 2012
I See You
I sit and unload the burdens and anxieties. I'm asking for peace after the chaos I just walked out of.
It wasn't just the sheer amount of busyness at work, but rather subtle words and actions that leave me tired and on the verge of exhausted tears.
And His word comes: I see you.
I breathe in a slow deep breath, taking in His words and letting the Spirit minister to my heart.
A few tears are released as the tension eases.
He sees me and He knows. He knows my deep, my spirit. So I continue to breathe and find the comfort in the intimate knowledge He has of me.
It wasn't just the sheer amount of busyness at work, but rather subtle words and actions that leave me tired and on the verge of exhausted tears.
And His word comes: I see you.
I breathe in a slow deep breath, taking in His words and letting the Spirit minister to my heart.
A few tears are released as the tension eases.
He sees me and He knows. He knows my deep, my spirit. So I continue to breathe and find the comfort in the intimate knowledge He has of me.
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