“Is that the lake they called the ‘disappearing lake’ and threw mattresses in to stop draining?” I glanced at my friend from the passenger seat of his cozy Dodge truck. “I’m not sure.” I’ve been… More
A reason for restlessness
I’m not sure if it is either DNA or genes that dictate personality traits. So not sure if it is my Dad’s DNA or his genes that created a tendency in me to be restless within.
I’ve described my Dad as a ‘wanderer,’ however not sure if that is right word to explain his explorations including travels across provinces, country borders, or to the horse stables just a few miles from our home.
At home, too, in his lazy-boy chair he’d wander into stories when reading his spy novels, biographies, and the three or four newspapers delivered to our front porch daily.
Merriam-Webster defines ‘wanderer’ as a person who roams about without a fixed route or destination.
No, I do not think ‘wanderer’ fits my Dad.
I’d called it wandering too, when late in his life and legally blind, he’d go on his a strolls away from the nursing home. Once while resting on a bus bench, a bus stopped, and the driver helped him on. He ended up riding the route, circling back to where he started (and where a relieved nurse from the nursing home waited on that same bus bench).
No, Dad can’t be called a wanderer because, even if he wasn’t sure of his routes and had to refer to those paper maps in the glove compartments of his cars, he always had destinations in mind.
So maybe explorer would be a better word to describe my dad. And his explorations likely were motivated from a restlessness within. A restlessness derived from a knowing there is something more.
It is this more that can drive us to proceed, to keep seeking and reaching to fulfill our God-given heart desires of peace, joy, and love.
And to know Him.
I believe my dad’s heart desires were full-filled completely. He now rests in God’s presence, his restlessness no longer necessary to explore for something more.
Yes, I may have received my restless trait to explore from my dad, but it is my heavenly Father who first gave it to me. My restlessness can be used to seek Him for what only He can satisfy.
So I’ve begun to embrace more my times of restlessness within.
Because I know that in my restless explorations I am not wandering aimlessly but seeking more direction from the One who created me. My routes may shift, change and be corrected, but He is my constant companion. And with patience, mercy and grace, He is teaching me His ways to the final destination–complete rest in Him.
If you’re in a season of restlessness, my friend, I pray you know you do not need to wander. Instead keep your eyes fixed on the destination God calls us to–completeness in Him.
And you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power.” Colossians 2:10
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Love Lynn, Certified Professional Life Coach @ Inspiring Hope in You
Leaving behind behind
I sit here, at this desk in the library, my university course books to my left, my day timer to my right, and my current devotional laid flat and open and and upside down in a corner.
But my eyes too, wander up from the screen, to the street view through this second story location from this place I sit at the library.
There’s a pair walking, a mother and daughter possibly, the elder one’s gait hobbles as if one shoe is multiple soles rather than one. Her arm is linked with the other one, tall, slim, in dark pants and a white sweater.
The temperature has cooled over these last two July days, from t-shirts to light jackets, from outside patio to indoor dining. And in these last two days, the weather pressure has also built a pressure in my face, behind my eyes I cannot shake, leaving me tired. And behind.
It’s not a migraine and my heart goes out to those that do suffer from those splitting head, nauseating symptoms when the barometer fluctuates not in their favour. I believe my symptoms are allergies, from what I’m not sure, as the air is full of many components. And I’ve never been tested.
It’s these possible allergies, the pressure, the irritation of being oh-so tired, that has brought me to this library desk at this moment in the hope the change of place will get me from being behind to on schedule again. An essay is undone, due last week.
Yet, inward focus is still foggy at best, and know my work may not be any good in this time. But I’m trying, trying hard to push through, yet…
My eyes lift up to the window, a barrier that holds the air outside from my place.
There’s a pair walking, a mother and daughter possibly. The daughter steadies her mother though the linking of their arms. And I wonder too, about another time when the mother held her arms out to her daughter to come to her. Her daughters steps slow, and unsteady, with a wobbling gait that looked like she walked in a pair of shoes with uneven soles.
A passing of time….
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:… Ecclesiastes 3:1
And a ponder, is there really such a thing as a time of being behind? Or is it only a judgement, a label?
What if we left the word behind, behind?
I wonder if we left the word behind behind, if we’d also leave behind the scurrying to just get done so we’re not feeling behind, sacrificing quality and presence in the present.
And then see His presence in the present and be present in His presence when Jesus shows up.
We see in the story of Mary and Martha, (Luke 10:38-42) Mary was in His presence when Jesus showed up at their home. Martha called out to Jesus in complaint that Mary wasn’t helping in the preparations. I’m guessing she called out, too, as she was feeling behind and wanted to finish up as soon as possible too, so she could enjoy the presence of Jesus.
But Jesus? He wasn’t worried about the preparations, or if Martha would be finished on-time. Present in her home, He just wanted to Martha to be in His presence at that moment, the story teaches.
And teaches too, that we cannot ever spend too much time with Him.
They are gone, the pair, the mother and daughter possibly, maybe into one of the residences in the seniors apartments I see from my place where I sit in the library. And I feel blessed to have witnessed that moment of kindness, of love, of caring, and a leaning in to hold up–all that Jesus is.
There’s still the presence of pressure in my face, my eyes, my head. Yet the pressure of needing to perform to the level to write a university third year essay at this moment has vaporized.
Because Jesus showed up. And I’m on His schedule.
“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus” Philippians 4:19
2 Peter 3:8 But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day
How do you stop yourself from doing, from feeling behind, to get on God’s schedule?
Lynn J Simpson, Certified Professional Life Coach at Inspiring Hope in You
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It only took 6 months…
It only took 6 months to finally start, but start I did! I’ve had video making as my goal this year. I even bought equipment way back in January (and I share links to these items later in this post). You can hear more of my story in my first VLOG including the why behind this venture into video learning (and other projects I’m currently working on). It’s all in the video story I share below. I hope it inspires!
If you prefer to read what I’ve been up to, I’ve got that covered for you too! In the video I go over all the things I currently have on my desk which are all part of projects I’m working on.
On my desk are various video equipment items. I received video tips from Female Entrepreneur Association/Carrie Green and the recommended video equipment I have on my desk are the Rhode Microphone and Boya Mic and for scripting for future videos, the Parrot Teleprompter
The two books I have on my desk are The Sacred Search by Gary Sacher and The Mingling of Souls by Matthew Chandler. Both these books are to deepen my understanding on how God calls us to marriage His way and the reason why. And the reason why I’m reading them, too, is a small step to a possible ministry God might be calling me into. I say might, as I am not entirely sure, yet trust by taking this step He’ll lead me to what and how He’d like me to build His kingdom.
My two published journals are also on my desk; Breathing Spaces and Daily Success Journal. I’m taking small steps to publish a devotional that reflects Breathing Spaces, and I use my Daily Success Journal regularly! However, they are all sold out and I’m waiting for my new ones to arrive. I share in the video too, how I was blessed by a buyer of my journals recently who shared how it is helping her have a ‘happy’ mindset during a difficult time. I saw this also as a God nudge to keep going. Sometimes we just need those God-nudges of encouragement especially when what we are doing does not seem to produce the fruit we hoped for.
I end the video talking some camera chat showing my first DSLR camera, the Canon Rebel, that is on my desk. And chatting about the camera that I video with-Canon 5D Mark III. And how, if you are interested in ‘shooting’, just start! Don’t worry about having to know about aperture, shutter speed, focal length….just start. As it’s in the doing that we learn!
So, what have you been up to? What projects are you working on?
(P.S. I’ll be back here on Tuesday posting words and Breathing Space photos as usual!)
Lynn J Simpson, Author/Coach/Photographer at Inspiring Hope In You
The unexpected gift
In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. Matthew 5:16
“Where are the bears?” the young man asks, his stride matching mine. His vowels rounded that only someone from a land across the ocean could perfect.
“Oh I’m not sure you really want to see a wild bear,” I replied in typical Canadian polite and honest manner. “You can really get hurt by bears. My sister was a nurse in Jasper and she’s seen enough bear mauling injuries she won’t even tent anymore.”
“Really huh? Well, where can we see them?” I glanced over at the young man, a helmet of some kind (rock climbing maybe?) set upon his head, his quiet companion walking beside him. A backdrop of rocky mountain glory and the chatter of others, some languages unrecognizable, surrounded us in this popular tourism spot in Banff, Alberta.
How could I deny them any information to see something new in this place they travelled too, maybe even planned for many years?
I gave them what giving I had.
“If you head to Lake Louise and do the hike up to the Tea House, you may see the grizzlies running in the gullies below. And the black bears hang out up there but usually at night when the tourists aren’t there. But the staff can tell you stories about those bears. You may even see some bear tracks.”
“Great mate. Thanks!”
As they picked up their pace I called after them as had to do my due diligence after all. “Make sure to have bear spray and bells!”
He turned, gave a quick wave of acknowledgment and the two paraded on to their next adventure. And I could feel myself being glad for them. Their excitement, their fresh eyes in this Rocky Mountain town I’d been to many times, gave me joy that only a giving can do.
It was just a little giving, a connection I allowed in when matching their stride on the path we both travelled.
And maybe, just maybe it was also a giving forward, a result from another giving that happened soon before.
A giving from an unexpected conversation due to a kindness thought needed. A need seen, an opportunity seized.
I’d spent the morning hours walking the loop of Minnewanka Lake, in solitude. At times I paused, knelt and took pictures and video of a beauty that my camera cannot fully express. Intentionally I tried not to fill my mind with words, with thoughts, and analysis as I often due on my walks. A smile or said ‘hi’ would occur from time to time between passer-byes. But overall, even with the lake’s rippling, the tour boats motoring, and the tourists conversing, it was an alone silence I heard within.
I’m one who can be alone when travelling. I have never hesitated, either, to sign up for a course alone or a weekend retreat not knowing anyone going. Or buy a concert or a theatre ticket for one. An old friend of mine recently called me fiercely independent, elaborating on how I just go and ‘do stuff.’ And, yes that’s true.
But doing this ‘stuff’ on my own doesn’t necessarily mean I want to always be alone. It’s just that if I didn’t go “do stuff” on my own, I may never “do stuff” at all.
The alone silence I heard within, on the rocky mountain lake path, was a familiar alone silence, one I have navigated through before. When the thoughts came in that I wouldn’t mind to be sharing this time with another, I’d accept them with patience and grace. I’ve learned how to be content in the alone silence. But the need for connection is a known fact and never withdrawn.
Because God made us for community.
It’s better to have a partner than go it alone.
Share the work, share the wealth.
And if one falls down, the other helps,
But if there’s no one to help, tough! Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbour as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31
So later, when I stopped at the snack shack and sat down comfortably on a stool, placing my water, purchase and backpack on a high counter, the magical view of Lake Minnewanka ahead of me, I welcomed in the question, the connecting, from the man devouring a vanilla ice cream cone beside me.
“Are you from here?”
Just a few hours north, I told him. And over the next half hour I learned about northern England, about a son moving across the sea to begin a prosperous farming career in prairie Canada, and a grand daughter who showed off her welsh words over Skype. I laughed along with this gentle man and his wife perched beside him as he told me the response of his doctor when he complained of his foot giving him so much trouble even after a life-style of healthy eating and exercise. ” “Mr. Reed, she said, “things just wear out.” ”
But it was, unexpectedly, the story he shared of his neighbour back home in England that most gave. And later gave forward. “He lives alone, you see. And I knocked on his door one day to say hi. He told me he hadn’t talked to anyone in two days! Now I try to talk to anyone I see alone, you see.”
I do see.
I see a man who seized an opportunity of a needed kindness learned unexpectedly from a giving act of loving on his neighbour. And then loved on me, this neighbour who sat in a snack shack at a busy place of roaming tourists, alone.
Giving isn’t about what you have in your hands; it’s what you have in your heart. Never doubt it: an act of kindness…. can be more powerful than a sword in starting needed revolutions. Ann Voskamp, The Way of Abundance
I wonder now, if those two young men ever did see a wild bear during their time here in my home province of Alberta, Canada.
What I do know though, our connection when transversing the same path, gave them an unexpected gift that what they hope to see just might be possible.
Lynn J Simpson, Certified Professional Life Coach at INSPIRING HOPE IN YOU
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Upon Examination
“I won’t take any advise from someone unless I know their spiritual life.” Her voice was stern, determined, with an unswayable undertone that made my fingertips grip my mouse tighter. There were a couple of empty tables between the couple and myself, yet even with the coffee grinder whirling and the chatter of baristas, I could hear her words clearly.
“I won’t take any advise from someone unless I know their spiritual life.”
I don’t mean to be eavesdropping. There really is no excuse. As a writer who has taken several writing courses that encourages to observe the people, the stories happening in our ordinary spaces, I tend to ‘tune’ into conversations without a lot of effort. Mostly I pay attention to ‘sound bites’, clips of words that my imagination can expand on as well as voice inflections and speech patterns.
Sometimes though a conversation heightens all my senses.
I know I don’t ever get the full-story.
But the words, the clips can cause me to pause enough to grab my pen or open Scrivener on my lap top.
“She’s teaching about mindset and how most of our problems have to do with mindset…I won’t take advise from anyone unless I know their Christian….”
“Even if a doctor says it’s depression and gives advise how to deal with it but I won’t take advise from her unless I know her spiritual direction…”
Later asking the Mexican barista…”I’m going to Mexico and want to teach these people about God….”
Leaving the cafe, commenting to her companion…”well I don’t care….”
I don’t hear the words clearly, and could be mistaken, but the tone is dismissive.
And a story idea begins to form.
Christian fiction writer, Ted Dekker, teaches that our character’s journey in the stories we write can explore our own faith questions.
So I found myself typing out the questions…
What would happen if a Christian never took advise from someone they did not see as ‘spiritual enough?’ Is that obeying or disobeying God? Would our lives be richer or smaller?
Currently I do take advise from others that are not of my faith, my trust often secured by their expertise from academia, experience and/or referral. My physician, nutritional counsellors, professional fitness trainers to name a few.
However, it can be tough to know what information is really true, to take in and apply when it flies at us from so many directions like a snow squall.
Life can be complicated that way, can’t it?
Recently my bible study led me to Paul’s journey to Berea.
Now the Berean Jews were of more noble character than those in Thessalonica, for they received the message with great eagerness and examined the Scriptures every day to see if what Paul said was true. Acts 17:11
And I pondered about the teachings of Jesus– would I have listened and accepted this new view being presented? Or been angry? Even dismissive?
Or eager like the Berean Jews?
Although they did not just take in Paul’s word and believe.
These listeners also examined the Scriptures evaluating Paul’s sermons for themselves so they could trust or dismiss his teachings.
And, I imagine, the many that became believers must have been quite delighted to come to the conclusion that is was all true!
As a result, many of them believed, as did a number of prominent Greek women and many Greek men. Acts 17:12
To even listen in the first place to Paul and Silas, they would have had an open-mind to these two teachers that wandered into town and into their place of worship.
They listened with eagerness AND discerning hearts, putting into practice Paul’s teachings that we read in Colossians.
So see to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy which depends on human tradition and the elemental spiritual forces of this world, rather than on Christ. Colossians 2:8
Carefully they examined Paul’s words against the scriptures they’d been studying and knew to be true. I imagine, too, being already very familiar with scripture, they would have had the word hidden in their hearts as taught by Psalms.
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you. Psalm 119:11
We are taught well how to evaluate spiritual teachings .
We are to be open-minded and eager to listen. However, we are to verify and evaluate comparing what we hear with with what we know is true–God’s word in scriptures.
And the more we know the trust worthy source of The Word the more we are safeguarded against false-teachings.
All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16-17
As for never taking advise from others, even doctors, that do not share our spiritual believes like the cafe lady I eavesdropped on…? Hmm… I may just follow Ted Dekker’s advise and explore the concept through fiction! Do you think it would make a compelling story?
Lynn J Simpson, Author/Coach/Photographer at Inspiring Hope in You
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Let’s talk about romance
Love is not always agreement with someone, but it is always sacrifice for someone. Ann Voskamp, The Way of Abundance
Slipping on my headphones I stepped out into the sunshine of the spring day, leaving the paperwork behind for about an hour or so I presumed. I pressed the shuffle command, which I’d done many times before when taking these neighbourhood walks. But this was the first time (honestly don’t remember this song ever being part of my playlist) that Joshua Kadison’s voice graced my ears.
“You’re beautiful in my eyes…”
Memories, pictures of another time flowed through my mind. A time of a romance decades ago now, that was full of all those romantic things–flowers, poetry, songs, and stolen moments with Kadison’s voice in the background, amplifying the feelings.
The relationship wasn’t right for many reasons. Ended with a sadness. A sadness though, that was wrapped in peace. A peaceful knowing it was the right thing to do.
As I walk in singleness, these moments of jolted memories can tug my heart and I’ll wonder if my heart can even produce a sliver of romance anymore, it’s been so long. In The Way of Abundance-A 60 Day Journey Into A Deeply Meaningful Life, Ann Voskamp questions what her husband is doing up on that ladder fixing the eaves and he responds “Loving you.”
Loving in an everyday romantic way.
I’ll see this in my friend’s relationships. This loving in the everyday romantic way. It’s shown in buying the right type of coffee, or carrying the passports while traveling, or typing the address into the GPS before their wives head out the door, alone. It’s in early morning devotions together (even though he’s not a morning person), in putting her dishes away in the dishwasher without grumbling, or placing her keys on the new key rack he just mounted (as he is hoping to eliminate helping her find her misplaced keys).
And I’m sure you can think of many more everyday romantic ways that say “Loving you.”
I do rejoice in seeing and hearing about these ‘Loving you,” gestures among my married and dating friends. Yet, sometimes there can be a tug of green envy at my heart, maybe even a little hardening too, to deflect the possible arrow of those unworthiness lies.
But I don’t want to grow a hard heart.
For from a hard heart, not only can one not receive, one cannot give either.
A generous person will prosper;
whoever refreshes others will be refreshed. Proverbs 11:12
A friend reminded me the other day of the heart of Jesus. This man who was never married.
This man who’s every moment in his ministry said, “Loving you.”
“He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm resided and all was calm.” Loving you. (Luke 8:24)
“Daughter your faith has healed you.” Loving you. Luke 8:48
“Women you are set free from your infirmity.” Loving you. Luke 13:12
Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” Loving you. John 4:13
Then Jesus stood up again and said to the woman, “Where are your accusers? Didn’t even one of them condemn you?” “No, Lord,” she said. And Jesus said, “Neither do I. Go and sin no more.” Loving you. John 8:10-11
And the ultimate sacrifice. A life given. Loving you.
This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. Loving you. 1 John 3:167
Everyday, know my friend, no matter your marital status, no matter the disappointments and struggles in your relationships, there is His Love Song that amplifies the message of Loving You more than any other can.
And you’re always beautiful through His eyes.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. Song of Songs 4:7
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This post is part of #FMF link up–Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a freewrite, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. Just write.
He sits perched on the floating branch fallen from one of the maple trees that line the river bank. I watch from my own perch, where I’ve come to pray in an attempt to slow, to ponder, to be still in His presence.
Decisions, possibilities swirl through my mind, and it is only when I gaze at the sparrow’s presence, the bird’s still wings while it sits upon its perch that my mind finally stills.
I watch and wait, light sounds of the river’s water, and the rustling of tree branches above me, from winds unseen, yet heard, grace my senses.
My eyes follow the sparrow as it takes it flight, flies from it’s unsteady perch in moving waters and rises up and up, finally resting in a Manitoba Maple tree’s branch that points west attached to a trunk that is sturdy and steady.
I rise from my own perch, steadying myself on uneven turf with the help of reaching a hand against the sturdy tree that resides beside me.
I steady with the knowing there’s Another that I can lean on that resides beside me, within me.
Always.
The Helper of Truth
TEXT: Is passion a direct result of contentment & or happiness?
My response: I wonder if passion can be derived from discontentment (what breaks your heart) and then contentment is a result from working out to help make a difference to what breaks your heart?
TEXT: Haha. You looked at passion totally different than I did.
(Blush)–on the other side of the screen so unseen thankfully!
An incorrect interpretation. I hadn’t heard the word ‘passion’ in it’s romantic context as intended by the questioner. At least I think that is the intent behind my friend’s words via the text on my phone. We actually haven’t connected through ‘real’ voice to clarify, yet.
I’m sure by now you’ve read and/or experienced the dangers of misinterpreted text messages. Without the fillers of expanded conversation, voice inflection, and physical gestures, intentions of the words can be flipped to taste as different as lemon and sugar–bitter instead of sweet.
They can also stir up unintended reactions.
For example, my instant reaction to a text message ending in ‘take care’ is a stomach lurch of good-bye. Having given and received those words at endings of past relationships, my instant thought process is to interpret the words as ‘good-bye’ which is especially disconcerting when from a friend I’ve grown fond of! It takes me a moment, an intake of a breath, to allow my thoughts to re-evaluate the words in the present and see the truth of the moment.
It only takes a glance of headlines in world news to see how God’s words can also be misinterpreted. Or evaluated and construed to push an agenda of personal interest. Unlike our human encounters, we don’t have physical fillers to decipher the intention of the message of the bible. But we do have the truth that the bible is the Word of God–as claimed not by us, but by the bible itself.
Joshua said to the Israelites, “Come here and listen to the words of the LORD your God” Joshua 3:91
(K)nowing, brethren beloved by God, His choice of you; for our gospel did not come to you in word only, but also in power and in the Holy Spirit and with full conviction; just as you know what kind of men we proved to be among you for your sake. Thessalonians1:4-5
And we have been given the gift of the Holy Spirit to teach us and bring us understanding of His word.
But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you. John 14:26
But it is a spirit in man, And the breath of the Almighty gives them understanding. Job 32:81
So, take a breath my friend and be so thankful that we have the Helper to teach and bring understanding to His words as written in the bible! We can breathe in the understanding of God’s word when we direct our attention to the spirit within us. We can lessen and eliminate misinterpreting and evaluating for our own personal agenda’s when we welcome in the Holy Spirit to examine our heart.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting. Psalms 139:23-24
And know His promises that He loves and cares for you and me are never ones that will stop in a ‘take care’ message of good-bye.
How about you? How do you allow the spirit within you guide you to interpreting His written word?
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Our final security
Each post this month of April will be a Devotional on the security we have in God. My hope is that God will use these words to encourage you on your daily paths.
Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always lives to intercede for them. Hebrews 7:25
It’s your turn and all eyes are on you. You fold your hands over your knees, hesitating, wondering, if this small circle of kind people will really accept you. What if they knew? A day has passed since taking that chance, typing that message to someone you respect, that someone you hoped to develop a deeper relationship with, but it is still unanswered. Hurt, you ponder. Maybe he/she no longer likes me? Your hands hesitate over the keyboard, words of encouragement ready to flow, yet question if you qualify to be the messenger. Would they read these words if they knew my past ways?
When Jesus died on the cross He saved us. His presence with God in heaven assures us that he continues to be forgiving of our past, present, and future sins when we come to Him. We can be secure in knowing we are fully accepted by Him, not needing the acceptance of others to be forgiven. We can be assured that even though we feel disappointed, He is always looking out for our best interests. When we live in the grace of Christ we experience the freedom from guilt and failure to do His work. Let’s spread this good news by living out the security we have through Him and build His Kingdom as He is calling us to!
I’ll be on a blogging break from this place for a month as I dedicate writing time to another project that I think God has placed within me. I’ll take this step in faith and know whatever direction it takes me, I will be learning and growing! I will be dropping into your places from time to time, and hope you’ll connect with me on Instagram !
Never Crushed
Each post this month of April will be a Devotional on the security we have in God. My hope is that God will use these words to encourage you on your daily paths.
“We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed.” 2 Corinthian 4:8-9
The delicate orchid flowers have adapted to grow in the cool tundra of the sub-arctic to the heat of the deserts in Arabia and Australia. Most bloom in harsh rainforest environments where the orchids large roots can quickly absorb nutrients and water, as well as store water to be resilient during potentially harmful dry periods. Orchids are also known to have symbiotic relationships with fungi to provide nourishment, protecting them from perishing.
God has designed the orchid to adapt to environments that appear too difficult to survive. Yet He has given them all they need to thrive where they are planted. We too, can be secure that God has given us all we need to not be crushed, struck down, or destroyed. We are nourished with the living water of His words. He protects us from our enemies. He relieves us of our pressures when we cast our anxieties on Him. And we are never alone, secure in His love for us, and His promise of life eternal.
