Sunday, March 31, 2013

For This Day - An Easter Prayer

For this day the tomb was empty---- For this day all things made new---- For this day sins were forgiven---- For this day free from the law of sin and death---- For this day of life eternal with You---- For this day, oh thank you Lord

Monday, March 25, 2013

Surrendering All

I Surrender All is the title of a haunting old song. Hard to do. Yet, it seems that the only way to victory in Christ, is through surrender. Hard to do. There is so much self-sufficiency; so much pride; often arrogance, it seems, that get in the way. Hard to surrender if I think I might win this one, somehow, someway, all by myself. Today, I went off to my prayer spot to pray for my sister who is having surgery today. Oh, I had my laundry list, my grocery list and personal wish list all ready for God. But the peace of the moment and the aggravating chatter of my own prayer thoughts, seemed to suggest God saying, "shut up!" And so I did. Recapturing the peace of the place and the moment, I asked the Holy Spirit to come settle in on my soul. I surrender. I surrender all. And I listened as the peace that passes all understanding settled in upon me. I gave thanks and rose to face the day.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Trust Me

I have been training for an Ironman event but injuries have plagued me. Prayer has been supplemented with heat, ice, stretching but things still hurt. I prayed about this back in November when I started the training. I prayed every time an obstacle came up and God seemed to open up the will to go on. I have sensed God's pleasure in me doing both the training and the eventual event, for His glory. Lately, I have been on the borderline to cashing it all in. The injuries didn't seem to get better. Today though, I felt pretty good. Things didn't hurt quite so much. God do you want me to go on? I will,you know, if that is what you would have me do. God, I prayed, I wish I knew. Do you want me to go on? Just a hint? Any clue? My 61 mile bike ride was great and I had planned to try a run after the ride. Wow, but I felt great - But -

The first step of the run brought a fractured feeling of pain upon impact. Each step my hip feel worse. Barely moving forward, it wasn't just a lot of pain but pure misery. And I knew. It was one of those moments of absolute clarity when you just know? This game] was over. I had been given my hint; my clue. Head bowed and spirit sagged as I slowly walked back to my vehicle. Humbled, hurting, heartbroken, nevertheless, I had heard and I knew it was real. There would be no going on. It was over.

Back at the vehicle, with watery eyes and wounded heart, I prayed and listened, prayed and listened. Through the pain of the moment, two words were pressed upon my heart; two words that kept repeating themselves time and again: "Trust me. Trust me." And so, I will trust and follow His calling to have faith in the dark; called to trust when I have toiled and toiled and sown but reaped not; faith to trust when I cannot fathom reasons nor see the road ahead. Faith: seeing through a glass darkly; trusting.

Monday, March 11, 2013

I Run For Thee

It was a very tough 15 mile run today. I was tired, very tired right from the beginning. It got worse - worse to the extent I was calling out like Simon Peter when he walked on the water and began sinking: “Lord save me.!” My left shoe was making a scuffing sound, and in the scuffing sound I began to hear the refrain, “Jee- sus, Jee-sus, Jee-sus." On I went, feeling awful but sustained by the sound of the shoe scuffing out the name of Jesus. At two miles I almost turned around but almost hypnotically I followed the Name up the hill to continue on. A song came to mind: “I need thee, oh I need thee. Every hour I need thee…” Oh yes, I needed Him but I needed Him every moment; every step. “I need thee, oh, I need thee. Every step I need Thee. Oh bless me now my Savior. I run for Thee.” Fifteen miles was not in my body this day. I was out of the bounds of my capability but not out of His. At the end of the fifteen mile run, I was thoroughly “poured out like water” but I had run for His glory and in His strength alone. I had been blessed.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Light in the Darkness

There was a time before cell phones. Hard to conceive, I know. Back in those pre-historic times, the engine in my auto just quit on a desolate, dark highway, miles from home. Fortunately, the road was straight, the country flat, and far up the highway, a dim light shone. It was cold, and the icy wind whistling through my clothing made the moments that much more desolate. But, I kept walking to the dim light. There was nothing else to do; nowhere else to go. As I kept on the straight path, over time, patiently plodding forward, the light got a little bigger as I got closer. Finally, after walking well over a mile, I arrived at a fully lighted intersection with a pay phone. In thinking of that event long ago, I thought of the scripture where many disciples left Jesus and He asked the disciples, "Will ye also go away?" And Peter answered, "Lord, to whom else should go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. And we believe and are sure that thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God." The Gods of earth won't get me home. There lights are like fireflies, blink here, blink there; gone. There is only one Way. For me, there is no other Light in the darkness of which to follow. And, I have found that the longer I go toward Him, the closer I get. As the line from the song say, "the longer I trust Him the sweeter He grows." Praise God.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Coming to Yourself

Have noticed in reading the story of the prodigal son, that the change occurred in the wayword son when he was at his lowest ebb, feeding pigs; trying to keep from starving by eating their food. The scripture says, "he came to himself." From that point his life takes a different direction, a new road, a new perspective on himself, his place in the world and about his father. But, he had to come to himself. To me, that suggests that the capability to be who he could be was in him all the time. He had drifted from who he really was. Sometimes we might drift from the person God sees in us; the person that through Christ we can be; the person we really are; close to our Father's love.