Here's a sobering thought to ponder: Sometimes God will lead us to a metaphorical cliff, then cause a strong wind to push us over the edge. His loving arms will catch us, but the fall is frightening, to say the very least.
"Why would God do that?" Well... in this life on Earth, there are necessary steps we would never take without a push from the Lord. As humans, we would simply be too afraid. Our reasoning would get in the way. "Common sense" would tell us to flee from the heights of the cliff and head for the familiar comfort of low ground.
I'm sure you're still wondering, "What's the point of being pushed off a cliff?" The truth is, only God holds the complete answers to this question. His purpose is unique for each of us. But in general, when finding ourselves completely helpless apart from the Lord, we experience greater depths of His love and care.
When I get alone with God and praise Him out loud, the Spirit will often help by giving me words. During a recent time of early morning worship, the Spirit prompted me to thank the Lord for "directing the steps of my heart." I recorded the phrase in my journal because it seems significant. Now I'm becoming aware of how God leads my heart on a regular basis.
Christians are cautioned to not take action based on emotion, and that sounds like good advice. But the Spirit undeniably leads us with Godly desire and love. Certainly, we must not act on human impulse, but when God orchestrates our moves with the beat of His own heart, we would be foolish not to follow.
A few days ago, I found myself doing something that would have been too difficult if not for the tremendous pull of love. In my heart where God abides, I simply had no choice.
He who does not love does not know God, for God is love - 1 John 4:8....
My soul shall make its boast in the Lord; the humble shall hear of it and be glad. Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together - Psalm 34:2-3.
When I get up early to spend time with the Lord in my prayer room, first I light one or more candles. (This is not a "religious" thing. I do it because meeting with God is special.) Then I open the mini-blinds so I can watch the dawn. I'm in a rural location, so I feel sure that no one is looking in at me.
On a recent morning, I was reading from my Bible, using a flashlight instead of a lamp, when I noticed red-orange light reflecting off the wall. I looked out the window and saw the actual scene above. It seemed that God was saying, "Good morning, Susan. Look out here, and see what I've made for you. You're going to like the color."
This only happened because I was in the right place at the right time—meeting with God, fir...
I love the line in the 1991 movie, City Slickers, when Billy Crystal tells his downhearted friend, "Your life is a do-over. You've got a clean slate."
A clean slate. Hmmm. That sounds like something from the heart of God. In fact, it is.
His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning -
Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV.
When we wake up each day, we get a "do-over." That's just how our Lord is. People may hold grudges, but the mercies of God are new every morning—no matter how badly we've failed—in spite of how many we've hurt. God's mercy toward us is so zealous and intense that He sent His Son to die in payment for our sin.
The blood of Jesus is powerful! It wipes our slate completely clean.
As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us - Psalm 103:12.
My point for born-again Christians is this: God's amazing grace is ours to claim,...
A special "Hi" to all the baby-boomers reading this. I think we were privileged to be born at a wonderful time in history. Ours was a unique era when simplicity crashed head-on with industry and invention.
I have vivid memories of my early years. Living on a 140-acre farm meant that Mama still churned butter, but she had the option of buying something new called "Oleo." Our family was fairly independent, and the farm was self-supporting—echoing the rural lifestyle of centuries past. But we did have a modern black rotary telephone hanging on the wall, connecting us with extended family and others in the county. Our old Philco radio informed us when Eisenhower won the election, and our new Zenith TV brought Howdy Doody, Mighty Mouse and The Lone Ranger into the living room.
Today, I find myself drawn to 1950s "collectible" items, especially for the kitchen....