when the battle isn’t about me…

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If there were any event from the Old Testament that I am most fascinated with lately, I really think it would have to be the march of the Israelites on Jericho. 

And as I start to piece together in my own mind why this is the event my mind keeps coming back to, I realize that it is going to take more than one post…otherwise I will lose most of you due to lack of attention span (my own included). 

So today is part one…the next part will go up later this week.

The Lord gave this command to Joshua son of Nun: “Be strong and courageous, for you will bring the Israelites into the land I promised them on oath, and I myself will be with you.”

Deuteronomy 31:23

Ok, let’s start with the obvious question: Yes…I do realize that I am choosing one of the most brutal, bloody campaigns against a total people group committed by God’s chosen people.  A city that explodes from the outside in…destruction by sword of every living, breathing thing that tries to escape the rubble…a curse upon anyone who ever tries to rebuild from the ruins.  It is a devastating read, the Book of Joshua.  I have no answers for why God commanded such violence and I will admit that I wonder, at times, why it had to happen that way.  But as I wrestle with what I don’t understand, I have to realize: I wasn’t there… I didn’t know the hearts of the people  and He did…  I didn’t create them and He did…  and while I am just me, HE is GOD… and I safely leave it there.

A quick version of the story: Moses has died, unable to enter into the Promised Land with his people because he chose not to follow God’s directions to the letter, thus not representing God’s Holiness properly among the people. Joshua is commissioned to lead the people into the land, told by God that He will give him victory, and the people follow Joshua out of the desert for the first time in 40 years.  They come to the Jordan river, where God gives detailed instructions in how the people are to cross it.  Once over, the people are commanded to build an altar and then dedicated themselves to Him by circumcision.  They do as they are told and they celebrate the Passover…and then God, finally, says the wandering is over…My promise is now fully yours.

The manna stopped the day after they ate this food from the land; there was no longer any manna for the Israelites, but that year they ate the produce of Canaan.

Joshua 5:12

The people were camped near the city of Jericho…the first city in their new land that had to be removed…awaiting instructions from their leader.  Joshua was out looking over the area when he suddenly saw a man standing in front of him, a drawn sword in his hand.  Joshua approached (the warrior in him mentally ready for a fight, I am sure) and asked the man “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

The man responds with words that packed a mighty punch, “Neither…”   (NEITHER!?!?! I wonder, if in the split second before the sentence continued, Joshua was completely dumfounded.) “…but as the commander of the army of the Lord I have now come.”

Then Joshua fell facedown to the ground in reverence and asked him, “What message does my Lord have for His servant?”  The commander of the Lord’s army replied “Take off your sandals, for the place where you are standing is holy.” And Joshua did so.

Joshua 5:14-15

A couple of thoughts come to mind at this meeting.

1 – this battle wasn’t about Jericho…OR Israel.  It was about God’s will…God’s command…God’s glory.  Nothing more.  Yes, there was a promise.  Yes, they were His chosen people.  Yes, they were doing what He had told them to.    And yet…even when we are directed to go a certain direction, we have to be careful not to make it OUR vendetta…our battle…because even tho He sent me in, it is not mine to take over.

2 – Joshua’s pride was hit pretty hard by the words of the man in front of him. So much so that he, a willing and able warrior, fell, facedown, into the dirt.

So why then does the man say, “…for the place where you are standing is holy”, as Joshua was clearly laying flat??

I obviously don’t know Joshua’s heart, so I am gonna climb out on a “but I do know my own heart“ limb here and admit: sometimes God humbles me.  He does just as this Commander did and He reminds me that this is His battle, not mine.  I hit the ground at the sound of His voice, suddenly reminded of my place, but even as my nose breathes in the dirt, I am still holding onto thoughts of what I will do next.  “I must bow down low while He speaks, as He is God…and when He is done, then I will….”

I have to wonder if Joshua’s heart was excited to finally take hold of what had been promised to his people…

  • …if he knew God had guaranteed him victory and had overlooked, no matter how innocently, God’s glory in what was about to happen.
  • …if he forgot, for just a moment, that in making the battle his own, he would be no better than Moses who was momentarily driven by human emotion rather than by Godly direction.
  • …if his mind was reeling with the hunger for the battle they are all prepped to take on.

I have to wonder if the “where you are standing” was directed at Joshua’s silent thoughts, buried deep within a heart that God could hear as clearly as he could see the leader of His people laid out, flat in the dirt.   I have to wonder if the careful warning was given to a man who could easily overstep his bounds, even without meaning to…and if the Lord God who had chosen him from the millions of Israelites didn’t want him to do anything he would regret…just as his former leader certainly did.

A small moment…missed by my eyes many times when reading this story…profoundly full of a personal God who not only allowed Himself to been seen by His chosen leader, but also made sure that Joshua knew that his heart and focus were just as important as his actions were.  A personal God took the time to reassure, refocus and reaffirm this warrior before He sent the large group into the battle that would not only give them the victory, but would give Him the glory He had been seeking since the promise was made to Abraham, many generations before.

A small moment…filled with a personal God taking the time to capture my mind and attention by this small, three verse encounter mixed within the 24 chapters of Joshua.  A personal God who used this to reassure, refocus and reaffirm this girl that the battles in front of me aren’t mine to win or to own.

They aren’t meant to define who I am or who I fail to be…because those battle are not about me.

No…the battles belong to the Lord.

I am just a person, chosen by Him to walk according to how He leads and blessed enough to stand on the front lines and watch how He will use me take the land…for my good and for His glory.

A special thanks to Nichole Nordeman’s book Love Story,

and her thoughts on Joshua, as reading her words finally unlocked

my brain enough to express all I am learning by this moment in time.

If you want to read the story for yourself, click here.

 

Looking up, as always…

Bina

visiting an old altar

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I haven’t been here in a very long time.  I know that I keep popping up, saying I am back and then fading off again…and a large part of my absence is due to the shame of knowing that I know better.  The realization that this is where I hear the Lord most clearly cuts deep in the face of knowing that I have spent months just hiding because it hurts too much to pull myself together.

I don’t say all that for pity (in fact, I am finally at a point of ending my own self-hosted pity party, so I would rather you pray for me to just keep dusting myself off rather than just running back to the dark corner I just climbed out of *smile*) – I just want to stop pretending.  Stop acting like it is no big deal that I don’t write or connect in a vulnerable way anymore simply because it causes me to feel something.  It is time to get up, clean up and get moving…I know it and I simply long for others to help me by praying for me as I learn to stand again.

…but I haven’t been avoiding writing totally.  I have found much solace in a personal journal lately, one that I fill to the brim with truths I don’t know how to say out loud and today was the moment when I went back and began to re-read my own handwriting.  I am used to re-reading a blog post after it is published and finding the truth God has for me in the words on the screen (I know that sounds odd…), but there is a deeper layer that is cracked when the truth is written by my own hand, in my favorite pen’s ink.  A layer I can no longer avoid…and today is the day that I, for the first time in a long time, went to my own blog posts, searching for a moment when I felt like I do now and longing for the Truth He poured over that moment as He did for David in the Psalms.

The following is a post that I wrote three years ago last month.  It was about a time in my life when I was at my bottom emotionally due to an injury I wasn’t expecting from someone I love very, very much.  I was dying inside and I didn’t know how to say it…how to feel it…how to keep moving thru life without screaming with every step.   It was a moment when I never thought I would be able to stop hurting – and as I read it back, I instantly related to the pain I felt then…different than now, as circumstances have changed greatly, and yet the same because the God that held me then is the same God who holds me now.

Emotions and situations change, sometimes just moment to moment, but the one thing that never moves for me is the One who knew I would get to this moment…that it would hurt…but that there will be a time when this too will just be another marker in my journey with Him…an altar built to memorialize His love for me.

The Eye Of The Storm

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You are the eye of the storm.
The storm wouldn’t be there if you didn’t exist.
~*~
 

They were words on a blog screen…written by a faithful hand, surely not aware of the impact they had on my heart.  They were nothing more than a thought laid out…written from a place in the heart of a wonderfully expressive blogger..Alisa..and I have carried them in the back of my mind every day since.

 
I’m not new to the walk of a Christian…nor am I naïve to the lack of “ease” that comes in following the path God has laid in front of me.

I have had my world explode more than once, leaving me standing in the center of mortar shells and dead bodies, wondering who shot first and numb to the fact that I may have been hit in the battle.  I have held my heart in my hands, watching it sputter and gasp for air as each tender beat rips my chest anew.

I have had the wind knocked from my lungs, both literally and figuratively, and have known the desperation that comes in the desire for just a simple breath.  I have laid more than one Isaac down, poising the knife in the air as every fiber in my body pulsed with the hope that He would call out and say “Don’t do anything because now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me this thing.”

All this…and yet it never fails that just around the corner can come a sucker punch so powerful that I will fall to my knees, broken in a way that makes me forget every time before.

All this…and yet it never ceases to amaze me how vulnerability leaves me open to pain in a way that I cannot comprehend until the sword is thrust in from behind, leaving me as shocked as I am hurting.

All this…and yet when I find the storm raging afresh…the tornado raging, circling all around…the enemy’s battle cry raising against my own screams, drowning out my heart and my tears…

it.

just.

hurts.

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Today, I sat on my childrens’ swing…numbly moving myself back and forth, in and out…toes in the dirt, vacant in action as I poured out my soul in broken tears.  The questions poured out of my heart, lifted up in sobs from a voice lost to the pain:

Does she know what she’s done?

Does this need to happen?

Does this pain in my heart result in Your glory?

Do You have any idea how badly this hurts?
 
Do You even remember me?
 
Do You know how this is killing me?
 
Do You see me now?
 
Will You use this?
Will You heal her?
 
Will You heal me?
 
Will You hold me, O God, please. Please…will You just hold me?!?
 

But in the midst of the chaos and the sobs, I hear it play again:

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You are the eye of the storm.
The storm wouldn’t be there if you didn’t exist.
~*~

…only this time it is followed up with the words of His own heart, as He prepared to feel the stabbing pain of betrayal yet to come… as He was about to be knocked to His knees in pain so deep that His forehead would break out with sweat made of His own blood…  as He would lay on the ground, pleading with His own heart to find another path, another way, another plan…and as He would still, in the face of it all, accept the blow for the glory of His Father:

Now…my heart is troubled within Me.
So.
What shall I say?
“Father, save me from this hour”????
NO!
For it was for this very reason that I came!
No…
“Father…glorify Your name!”

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Hours have passed since the swing.

My eyes aren’t swollen anymore and the wound, while still tender and fresh, is mending…wrapped in the loving hands of an expert Physician.  Forgiveness has already been given…and love already does its work as I seek to find His hand, even in the carnage left on the field around me.

Why?

Because I know that if I wasn’t His, this storm would have no point.

Because I know that if I wasn’t His, this wouldn’t hurt like it does.

Because I know that if I wasn’t His, the pain wouldn’t have the same impact or purpose.

Because I know…that this moment, as many others, was meant for me…made for me…allowed for me…granted onto me…entrusted to me…established for me…this moment is mine, to do with as I will because He trusts me to turn and bow to His will, despite the impact of the searing pain.
 

And so I lay it down, without getting it or understanding the reasons why, and I know that my strength will come with the light of a new morning…and in the chance to draw ever closer to the One who knows all that I don’t.

What are your storms? Where can you apply the truth that whatever rages around you, you are not outside the control and hand of the Lord? How, dear friends, can I pray for you?

Looking up, as always…

Bina

change your mind

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I wonder if you know that sometimes I just want to give in.

i know i am the one who closed the door,

the one who set the boundaries between what there is of us.

it was me. and i can’t say i did the wrong thing.

in fact, i am positive it was the right thing

…but i want you to know that it is so very hard.

I just want to reach out, be friendly, like it was before.

i know i am the one who has the issue

the one who has to take the step back from the closeness of you.

it is me. and there isn’t anything i can change.

at this point, i know i need to leave it as it is

…but i want you to know it is always a deep struggle.

I wanna say a simple “hi” and have it be nothing more.

i know i am the one who can’t let go

the one who doesn’t seem to be able to just move on from here.

it has to be. and i’m honestly not sure i want to.

it is you, the one who has burned into me

…and i want you to know that i treasure that scar.

I wonder if you know that sometimes I wish about you.

wishing flowers

{the thing I have always loved about poetry is that it gives my heart a language to speak with.  the rules are there are no rules…and expression is completely loosed. no one else really knows for sure what is being said, even when the words seem totally clear, and so it gives the ability to hide while standing right in front of you.  i love poetry…and i hope you don’t mind that I let my heart do the talking from time to time.}

Looking up, as always…

Bina

When Knowing The Story Just Isn’t Enough

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I am a writer.

Not because I am published or known by readers everywhere.

No, I am a writer simply because that is who I am.

I take what I feel & see and I translate it into words…and when I do this, somehow even in the midst of all I don’t understand, I find that I can be at peace with life.  I have done this since I was a teenager, in various forms of journals, letters and blogs over the years.  Poetry, songs, stories and confessions…the balance within my heart has always revolved around the words that poured out from my hands…whether it was read by an online group or just me & God, clarity was found when I stopped “doing” and just focused.

So you can imagine the damage done when I decided, not too long ago, to put away my pens and paper and stop translating life as I knew it.

I would love to say it was because it was just too hard.  It was, but that wasn’t what did it.

I wish I could just push the blame off on someone or something…anything to make it seem like it was a direct result of some horrible injustice done to me.  It was, but that wasn’t what did it.

I stopped writing because to write was to feel…and I didn’t want to feel because it hurt.

So I spent a very long time in silent mode.  I sat and watched the dust gather on my journal…and with every layer, I felt myself fade just a little more.  No longer taking in oxygen, I was trying to survive on gas fumes and was somehow convinced that I could do it.  I mean, I guess I didn’t totally realize that I was suffocating…at least, not in a sense that I could see that I was doing just as much damage to myself as life was trying to.  I knew that it hurt…no matter how I tried to pretend that I was still in control, e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. pulsed with an ache that screamed to be acknowledged…and instead of taking the time to deal with it, I turned my back to look for a different path to take.

No. That’s wrong. I didn’t look…I demanded one that didn’t require me to be accountable for my responses…one that didn’t require me to speak to God, who I was blaming for the intensity of it all anyway (yeah…different post, different day)…one that didn’t make me get up and out of the comfort zone I had created from within the chaos.

I stopped writitng…and I was dying as a result.

With every passing day, my connection built with God over the years and experiences lived became nothing more than pretty memories, like favorite novels on a shelf.  Before long, I had an amazing library, filled with amazing books…but the moment came when I realized that I wasn’t content to own a magnificent collection of stories.  It wasn’t enough to know the stories or to remember who I was…oh no! I wanted needed to BE her again.  I wanted it so badly that I would sit and cry, rocking back and forth with longing to just feel like I belonged in my own skin again.  That girl in those books…oh, she had it together.  I mean, she wasn’t perfect by long shot…haha, hardly…but loving God was easy for her simply because she did it by being who He made her to be.

A writer.journal3

Two weeks ago, I picked my journal back up.

I cracked the pages and started simply…song lyrics and doodles, mostly.  But I did it – allowing my hands to play with the pen on the paper, knowing that eventually that girl would make her way down from the bookshelves.  I knew that while I hadn’t given God much of who I was lately, He never forgot who He created…and I guess I began to believe in me again simply because I knew, somehow, that He still did.

He always does…and as angry as I had been, how is it possible to stay that way in the face of pure grace??  Mmmm…I suppose I made it longer than I should have, but no longer than He knew that I would…and at that sweet fact, I am blown away by love, perfected.

I don’t have it all together yet.  In fact, I am still a little shaky on this whole “transparency” thing right now, finding it intensely scary to live in the light when I have chosen to make due in the shadows for so long now.

But I get up and dust myself off because I am not content with just being a reader of great novels in the library of my heart.

How can I be when I am not a reader?  No, I am a writer.

…because that is who He made me to be and right now, that knowledge is enough to fill my soul with a gentle peace that promises that everything will be ok as long as I walk with the One who knows me best…and loves me most.

This song…an offering of my heart from where I am tonight.  This post…just another step in getting up again.

Looking up, again…as always,

Bina

Sunday’s invasion into my week

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I love my church.

I know I can count on going and walking away marked somewhere inside.  It is a place where I am known…loved…missed when gone…and kept accountible.  I am easily distracted spiritually (think Dory from Finding Nemo) and it is anchoring for my soul to know that I can have that place to run to – to be known and to be challenged with sound Biblical teaching, week in and week out.

jeremiahThis past Sunday, our pastor covered an entire chapter of Jeremiah in one sermon…but my heart only heard one verse.

One sentence, actually, in the midst of the 34 verses listed in chapter 7…and once we got to it, my mind never moved passed it.  I mean, I still listened as the teaching continued…but I listened as one who had just tripped over a curb while following a tour guide: It was impacting…jarring to every sense I had inside me…and it has whispered itself in the air around me, again and again, in the hours since I left that pew.

…Walk in obedience to all I command you, that it may go well with you.

It isn’t a “new” or “radical” teaching for me, or for anyone who has spent any time in the Word.  This wasn’t the first time I had heard about His desire for our obedience…but somehow, this time, when my eyes took in these words, something finally made so much sense.

You see, I struggle with sin.

(I know.  It is a shocking confession…just keeping it real.)

It isn’t the sin that bothers me so much, but the fact that some of the things I deal with are things I have dealt with for y.e.a.r.s.  Things that I know I should have moved on from already…dealt with…accepted His atonement for and left in the past.  But I don’t.  And I get so angry at myself for still being “here“, coming in again to seek forgiveness for “this“.  Then that anger leads to me opening doors marked with things like “depression”, “self saving”, “complacency”, etc.

I walked into church three days ago with quite a few of those doors open inside of me…smiling on the outside, but boiling over within…silently begging God to just make it all stop.  To make it all ok.  To make me ok.

Why can’t I just move on?

Why can’t I just trust You enough?

…believe You enough?

…have enough faith?

God…please.

Walk in obedience to all I command you, that it may go well with you.

I know that, God. That’s what I mean.

I try and I try to fix it.

…to stop it.

…to let it go.

…to fight the good fight.

But I can’t, Lord…I just can’t.

WALK in OBEDIENCE.

Right. I know.

Give up the sins.

Be holy.

…a good example to the world around me.

…a person who lives a life that no one can accuse.

…perfect.

I can’t…I keep trying and trying and trying and…

JUST OBEY ME. That’s it. Stop trying to do and fix and be. Stop. Hear Me. Just walk…just take what I ask you to do and DO it.  That’s it.

…that’s it?

But what about…

…no. Hear Me, please. JUST this: Obey Me.

Think, my child.  Have I EVER failed you when you have done that?

…no.

Walk in obedience to all I command you, that it MAY GO WELL WITH YOU.

I’ve got you. I promise.

In a matter of mere seconds, that conversation played out…and I sat back in total shock that I had missed something so simple: my walk has nothing to do with my “ability to be faithful and good” and has everything to do with my “simple obedience”.

I think we “grow up” and suddenly think that we have a new, adult, mature way to be led by God…but the early childhood method works just fine: ask your parent if you can and then do what they say.  “No” means no…”yes” means yes.  Super simple in a super complicated world, I know…but is it really all that complicated or does it just seem that way?

If He said no to something (using the Bible as the basis…Godly council when unsure…also hearing that warning bell that goes off in our heads when we are going the wrong way), He meant no. So don’t do it.  Easier said than done – and yet, in the past three days, when I have been unsure or tempted, I let the verse replay in my mind and it wasn’t so hard to know what He would want me to do.

No…the hard part is just doing the right thing.

Looking up, as always…

Bina

…when the whisper wins…

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It starts from somewhere in the back.

Small and barely audible, the whispered chant begins as hardly more than a ripple at the far end of a large lake.

You don’t hear it, no…no one does…because there isn’t anything to hear yet.

Still a small, tiny sigh in the atmosphere, it isn’t audible yet, so the world keeps on spinning as it normally would as it notices nothing…

oh…but I do.

I not only hear it, but I seem to freeze at even the hint of distortion in the waters around me.

Everything shuts down…every sense of self preservation scattering away as I just stand there.

…waiting,

staring,

and totally vulnerable to the mumble that will soon flood me over like a tidal wave

…with me too afraid to even fight back.

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Let me digress for a moment:

It’s funny how this blogging thing works.

You log on, write out your heart for anyone to read, click publish, and hope that someone…anyone…will read it and, well, like you for who you really are.  I am so blessed to have had the honor of getting to know quite a few ladies from my blogging “circle”…I even have had one of them fly out to stay at my house, having never “met” face to face before!! (Yes, we both survived and no, she wasn’t crazy…well, no, ok, she wasn’t…ahem) It is an amazingly small world when it comes to this online journaling thing…and I have missed it more than I can express.  Well, more than I could express until tonight.

You see, there is this sweet Texan who probably had no idea what she was doing when she sat in her bedroom this morning and began to record the thoughts in her mind.  I came across a post by her on FB and, quite honestly, clicked “like” without even popping over to see her most recent post….because I wanted that “like” to tell her that I loved her without me having to actually set foot back into the world that I have avoided lately. But conviction got the better of me and I scrolled back up and clicked her link.  What I found was not only her blog…but her beautiful face and the sound of her sweet voice as she reached out via vlog to those who took the time to stop by.

I smiled as she began to speak…admired her for her willingness to tape herself withOUT make-up…and then a cold knife ran straight thru my heart as I realized that she was talking straight. to. me.

Don’t get me wrong – she had NO clue what she was doing…but God totally did…and all I could do was stare at the screen as the tears burned, and my heart stopped…and my walls collapsed under the weight of Truth that screamed up and out of her mouth as she very openly discussed the topic that has kept me off line, out of my journal and pulled tight inside my own skin for the past six months.

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d. o. u. b. t.fading into sunset

  • That tingle that says you have nothing to offer.
  • That twinge that declares that you are unable to tell anyone anything because of where you have been.
  • That ripple that distorts the world around you because of where you know you are now.
  • That whisper that, if unchecked, will scream its way into a thunder that blocks out any other sound until you are alone, trapped in a lie that self-feeds and decimates every bit of truth you thought you knew.

It is that five letter word that has kept me away from this online window – because something happened along the way that knocked me off the path I was walking with God.  I don’t know what did it – and I really don’t think that it really matters at this point – but it sent me tumbling into a cocoon of depression that opened a door to doubt’s seductive call…a call I chose to answer and live with for far too long.

Yesterday morning, my church’s pastor shared a sermon that tore a massive crack in the core of the wall around my heart…this morning, a fervent conversation with my Savior while driving softened me back up to be fertile soil…and tonight, a friend from far, far away spoke the Truth He knew I most needed to hear.

And suddenly…the avalanche of noise is quiet, replaced by a simple peace…a soft smile…and a deep, deep desire for a nice hot bath. ;o)

Thank you, Jen…I love you more than you can ever know.

(For those who want to meet this amazing girlie, click HERE to pop over to her blog, where you can meet her, face to face.)

I leave you with a song I found (no coincidence, I am sure) today…if you have a moment, please listen:

(Once again…) looking up, as always…

Bina

…in which I question Oswald Chambers

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While I believe the truth that we are all “equals in the eyes of God”…there are certain names that cause me to ponder how deeply I trust it, haha.  You know how it is…there are just some people who make your knowledge of God tremble in comparison to their wealth of understanding as you just know you don’t know even half of what they have stored away in their hearts and minds.

People like C. S. Lewis, Billy Graham, Oswald Chambers.

You know…the BIG names.

And so it is with a little fear and trembling that I write out this post today because *gulp* I am going to argue with one of them.

*deep breath*

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utmost hightest

Last night, I read the devotion for January 14th in My Utmost for His Highest by Mr. Chambers.  I love this book.  My copy is worn and faded from my grubby fingers flipping thru the pages over the years.  Just to see it on my nightstand brings a smile to my face as I know that it will challenge me on nearly every level of my spiritual walk…and when I am walking with God as I should, I welcome that challenge.

So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself totally disagreeing with something he said.  (I know…take a deep breath with me on this one!)

The call of God is not just for a select few but for everyone. Whether I hear God’s call or not depends on the condition of my ears, and exactly what I hear depends upon my spiritual attitude.

So far so good…he goes on to quote Matthew 22:14 and says more about relationship with God being needed, which is totally true…but then it happened:

However, God doesn’t single someone out and say ‘Now, you go’.

Wait…what??

I had to re-read the whole passage a few times and came to this conclusion:

I can totally see what he is saying and the point he is making (You can read the full entry by clicking HERE or just go by the “summed up in the Oswald For Dummys version”: relationship with God is the one thing that allows me to have ears that hear His call and a heart willing to respond when He asks who to send in His name. He won’t force me to do His will, but if I am walking with Him I will want to be used by and for Him).  I get it, I do…but it is this one statement, lodged sweetly in the center of his entry, that seemed to be in bold print and highlighted to my brain as the one thing that doesn’t flow with his point.

I drifted off to sleep pondering it…and woke up with it still hanging in the air….and so now I come here, putting it out there to see if anyone else has the answer.

The Bible is full of examples of God singling someone out to do His will.  A few obvious ones?

Noah:

  • He ”found favor in the eyes of the Lord”…”
  • God said to Noah ‘I will bring a flood of waters upon the earth to destroy all flesh in which is the breath of life under heaven. Everything that is on the earth shall die. But I will stablish my covenant with YOU and YOU shall come into the ark…” (Genesis 6)

Abram/Abraham :

  • “Now the Lord said to Abram, ‘Go from YOUr country and YOUr kindred and YOUr father’s house to the land that I will show YOU.” (Genesis 12)
  • “After these things God tested Abraham and said to him, ‘Abraham!’…’Take YOUr only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there…” (Genesis 22)

Isaac:

  • “And the Lord appeard to him and said, ‘Do not go down to Egypt…sojourn in this land and I will be with YOU and will bless YOU…” (Genesis 26)

I can go on and on with the moments in the Bible (and my own life) when God broke into someone’s world to say “Hi. I need you to go that way. Thanks”

So…be nice in your answers, but I am truly seeking your ideas: why would Mr. Chambers (who is amazing in his understanding of the Word) use this sentence to prove his point??

Looking up, as always…

Bina

winter’s chill

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When winter breaks onto the scene, the chill freezes bone-deep in an instant, shocking the system into a full retreat.

The sesnes, scared into self-protection mode, override all wisdom and begin to pull deeply inward, unsure of anything that isn’t already bundled deep within itself.

When winter hits, the memory of warmth is as fleeting as a fragile leaf caught on a bitter wind…and the heart forces a full lock-down in an effort to keep from suffering in the chill.

~*~

Depression is a constant companion on my path in life.

Not exactly the one I would have chosen to journey next to, believe me…but it is there none the less.

For better or worse, always within earshot of my circumstances, it stands ready to jump up to take over whenever the waves seem to start churning around me.  Totally aware of its desire to get me to flee at the slightest hint of emotional response, I usually fight back against it as it reaches for my hand while walking.

…oh but sometimes…

…sometimes I am just undone at the offer of a corner to sink into…

…sometimes I am totally seduced by the promise of a bed with covers to pull back over my head…

…and when I am knocked to my knees by the overwhelming demands on my heart and mind, I drop my defenses against the tidal wave of the desire to “just sit here for a little while“.

Of course I know that nothing is actually fixed by bending beneath the pressure but I think that is the unnerving quality of depression that makes it so hard to resist: in the moments when I surrender to it, I am hurting more than I care about what does or doesn’t get done.

Everything is overwhelming.

Everything is attacking.

Everthing just is…and, while I know it isn’t the best thing to do, I am being given a “chance” to NOT be for just a little while and I just can’t say no…for, you see, depression is my Winter.

…but the great thing about seasons is that each one has its time and, for me, winter is beginning to thaw.

The simply, sweet seduction of Spring’s warm desire for life whispers over the chill in the wind…and for the first time in a long time, I find myself unlocking the doors and windows so I can take it all in again.

“My beloved speaks and says to me:

‘Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away,

for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come…’ “

Song of Songs 2:10-12a

Looking up, as always…

Bina

Breaking The Tape

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I love love.

  • Fairy tale love.
  • Chick flick love.
  • Romance love.

Seriously.  If there was a dictionary that let you look up those three things for a real-world definition…you would see my picture…goofy grin, crazy eyes and all.   My favorite movie is He’s Just Not That Into You … mainly because I relate so much to the lead character, Gigi, as she is:

  • Massively impetuous.
  • Totally head over heels in love with being in love.
  • All or nothing.
  • So innocent that you can’t help but like her…unless you are the guy she has already planned the wedding for after only five minutes together.

My husband always rolls his eyes and groans when I leap across the couch to snatch the remote from his hand to select it from the TV menu…doesn’t matter at what point it is in the movie, I am already living it in my mind.  Just waiting for the end, when the right guy finally tells Gigi that she has found true love…that she is his exception.  He says the line and they kiss…and before I can get the question out of my mouth, my ever patient man says “Yes, dear…you are my exception.”

*sigh*

…but I realize that love is the tape that runs in my head, pushing and pulling at me, telling me to be more, do more…no matter the cost.

Today I am guest posting over at Jennifer’s blog, Finding Heaven.  Won’t you join me over there for the rest of this post…and to discover a woman who inspires me to give more of myself to God and to others.  Click ~> HERE <~ to finish this post.

Looking up, as always…

Bina

where summer took me

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I am pretty sure that my blogging skills were left in June, when the kids were still in school and quiet was a reality eight hours a day.

With them all home for the summer months, I was shuffling kids to summer sports, church events, friends houses and the library…and after a few attempts that led to massive frustration on my end, I gave up on trying to get in touch with the part of my brain that writes anything deep…anything that didn’t come immediately to my mind, fully formed and already structured.

Instead, I gave into the part of me that spent time with my kids in front of the TV, in the pool, in the backyard and in the car, filled with their friends…

…and I am so glad I did.

Discovering new life in the cool shade of my favorite tree

sister swim time

Our son is #1 at Summer Basketball…literally

Wednesday Night…teenaged boy/after church chaos

With a soft smile on my face, I realize that I will really miss this summer, as it was one of the best I have had…but am kinda excited to be back here too. :)

Where did summer take you???

Looking up, as always…

Bina