The power of a word …

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The words arrived in the quietest way. Tiptoeing in from the dark recesses of my mind. “Nobody loves you. You’ll never have a love like that.” They weren’t loud. It was just a whisper. Words, a dagger to my soul.

I’d just finished watching a movie where love had triumphed. A deep sigh of longing had wrung itself from my lungs. And the whispered words found their target – my heart. Vulnerable. Wishing. Unsteady.

I almost gave in and swallowed those words as truth. They seemed believable.

But then I was struck again by truth. These words were not truth.

They were the clever ruse of the one who has sought to always destroy my soul. They were his weapon of choice to go after the part of me that will always be somewhat tender. He’s gone after me in this area of my life for all of my life. His words, weapons that have torn my soul to shreds. He’s craftily used others to fuel the lie as their words have hit the tender spot, lancing open the wound again and again. I’ve swallowed the words whole so often. Believing that comments on repeat about my looks and my marital status were a self-fulfilling prophecy that had no choice but to continue. The evil one always hits the spot that is tender. His aim is accurate and sure. And when the words sound like truth, feel like the truth you’re living, and are on repeat, they are easily believed – hook, line and sinker.

But on this particular night, as the lies were getting ready for round two and three and four, I caught them before they could be swallowed in belief. Instead of surrendering to the lie, I spoke truth out loud, Sword of the Spirit in hand, Belt of Truth on my waist, Shield of Faith firmly grasped, Helmet of Salvation covering my head. (Ephesians 6:10-20)

I am single. I do not have a husband. But I am not alone. The truth of God’s Word states that “[Jesus is] with you always to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20) No matter where the journey of life takes me, I am with my God and He is with me. Therefore, I cannot be alone. It may appear that I am alone. But I am not. I am surrounded by His presence – before me, behind me, above me, below me.

I am loved. The insidious voice of the enemy says that I am not loved. That is a lie. Even as that lie whispered its evil intent, I started to make a list of those who loved me. Parents, siblings, nephews, a niece, cousins, friends, colleagues. I used their names. I needed the concrete evidence that love exists in my world.

At the beginning of the list, is my God who loves me. He loved me before I loved Him. He is the one who has been pursuing, leading and guiding my life even before I knew it. His love is deeper and wider than I will understand. It drove Him to send His Son to the cross. He, the God of heaven, yearned for a relationship with me so much that His Son bore my sins in His body, paying my penalty that I could be right with Him. (I John 4:7-21) Love does not get deeper, bigger and more profound than that.

The hidden message in both lies was a question of my worth, my value. If no one loves you, if you’ll never have that kind of a significant relationship – where and what is the value in your life. Worth and mattering, that one always gets me. But, the truth of God’s Word reminds me I am known to my Father in Heaven. He knows when I sit and when I rise. He knows the words that come out of my mouth. He knows when I lie down to sleep. He knows that no matter where I go in this world, I cannot escape His presence. He is the one who knit me together and made me exactly the way I am. His hand has been on my whole life – it’s impossible to miss. He knows exactly how many days I have been given and He has a plan and purpose for them. Nothing, not one circumstance of my life, has been a surprise to Him. He is using every bit of it for His purpose and His glory. (Psalm 139, Jeremiah 29:11, Romans 8:28-39) My worth is not attached to people. My worth and being is found in the One who made me and has called me for His purpose. (Philippians 1:6)

The whispered words were marched firmly to the door and were forbidden to enter. The voice of the Shepherd was clear. I am His. He is mine. I am chosen. I belong. I am loved. My worth is found in Him. His Voice, steady and sure, is the one I am attuning my ears to. He knows my name. He knows the path. His words are life – a life more abundant than I can understand or imagine. (John 10:1-18)


Hillsong Worship – Who You Say I Am

Passion – God You’re So Good


An end

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They gathered in front of me for one last morning devotions. Twenty-eight faces. Some ready for the day of lasts. Many unsure what the day would hold. Others completely unprepared. Emotions laid bare on faces. It was our last morning together.

We ended like we had started.


The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me:  Your love O Lord endures forever – do not abandon the works of your hands. Psalm 138:8 (NIV, 1984)


The text had been our devotion on the first day of school. The ten months had passed in the blink of an eye. As we sat down for the last day, it was only fitting to end as we had begun.

The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me. God has a plan for every life. It was by design and purpose that each of those learners had been placed into my room for the school year. We learned together. We cried together. We grew in character together. None of it was a chance occurrence. There was purpose in every moment. We looked for God’s direction. We sought His hand. We felt His peace surround us. Some days were great. Others could be described as the exact opposite. But all of it had a purpose – to grow every person in the room, adult and child alike, to become more Christlike. To be more like Him. Sometimes His purpose is clear and it is easy to spot and therefore easy to apply and follow. Other times, God’s purpose seems hidden, buried deep under layers of life, easily missed. But, regardless of experience and circumstance, God has a purpose for every life.

The application:  Keep looking and listening. God’s purpose for each life is unfolding. Keep in step with Him. As He continues to reveal His purpose a step at a time, walk in His way. I know He has good plans that He will carry to completion.

Your love O Lord endures forever. We have sung, over and over again, about the love God has for us. It is vast – deeper, wider, higher than we can ever understand. It knows no limit. It cannot be outrun, out-muscled, out-sinned. It goes on and on and on. God’s love never gives up. His stamina defies human logic. It’s a love that passes the test of time. It will not flicker and fade. Rather, it is steadfast and true, a constant presence. This love is collective. He loves the world so deeply He sent His Son to die for its redemption. It’s personal and specific. He loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head. He knows what has made me laugh. What has made me cry. What has caused my heart to delight. What has broken it in two. He has walked, and continues to walk, each moment of life with me. In love.

The application:  Bask in the love God has for you. Notice His love and affection. Ask Him to open your eyes to His love. I sometimes forget. I need reminding that God loves me. Remember the moments where God showed up and showered you with love and affection. His presence is there. In love.

Do not abandon the works of your hands. We built things this year – LEGO projects, Science experiments that failed (on purpose). We wrote this year – paragraph plans, paragraphs, articles, stories, poetry. We read – books that made us laugh, others that were really serious. We were creative this year – art projects, gifts made, music classes. The works of our hands were many. The stack of work the learners took home was bigger than they thought it would be. At times, some of them were ready to give up. The work had moments of easiness but, more often than not, the brains were stretched to try something new. God’s work of forming and shaping is similar. When we allow Him to, He works on our lives with purpose and direction shaping and forming us to be the image bearers of His name. Sometimes we do not let Him work. We resist, throwing up our hands in an attempt at self-preservation. He is working on us and in us even in those moments. It’s much less comfortable and fun but He is at work. God’s perseverance defies understanding. He does not get tired and weary. He will go with us right to the end. He has promised to never leave us or forsake us. What grace and mercy to know that God is with us. Now and always.

The challenge:  Let God do the forming and shaping that He desires. While it will not always be comfortable or even fun, His end desire and purpose is beautiful Christ-like character. The result of God’s work – better than could ever be anticipated.

We ended as we began. A God of purpose, love and continuity has been our focus. He goes before, behind, above and below. He knows each summer with all its plans and hopes and dreams. He will continue with us whether we are all together or not. Twenty-eight faces. Image bearers of Christ. What a challenge and blessing to have been their teacher.

Wait …

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A flash of lightning was spotted in the distance. The soccer pitches were cleared. All players and spectators needing to report inside. A short while later, the wind kicked up. What had been a calm evening of watching a soccer match suddenly changed. Chairs and gear were packed up and the stairs leaving the pitch were suddenly clogged with players, coaches, and fans.

In that moment, my impatience reared its head. Those walking in front of me were in no rush. Their steps leisurely at best. Behind them, people backed up waiting for them to get a move on. A spot opened and my teacher walking pace kicked in. I just had to get past them.

I’m not sure what the prize was. I got to the bottom of the steps faster. I got to my car before rain drops spattered my windshield. But a reward? There really wasn’t one. My impatience, that was on full display.


Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14 (NIV)

Stay with God! Take heart. Don’t quit. I’ll say it again:  Stay with God. Psalm 27:14 (MSG)


God’s been doing a waiting work in my soul in the last while. He keeps saying wait. It’s on repeat – over and over again. I keep wondering for what. Why am I waiting? What is the purpose of this experience? Is there some sort of change that I’m meant to be experiencing? Is there some lesson that I’ve missed so far that I’m meant to be gaining? But, in the middle of all of my questions, the word wait is at the forefront of my mind.


It’s in these moments of waiting that my patience or rather lack thereof has manifested itself. I do things. I move. I am given a task and I want it to get done. I don’t want to miss the deadline. I want it checked off the to do list of work, home or life.

Waiting feels so passive. I’m not accomplishing in the waiting. In my mind, for something to have purpose, something must be done to accomplish it. But this waiting period, doesn’t have a to do list attached to it. It’s a sit and be still. There’s an air of anticipation with it. But what is being anticipated? I have absolutely no idea.

According to David, waiting takes strength and courage. Clearly, he felt uncomfortable in the middle of the waiting periods that he encountered. The strength to stay in the wait, that’s more strength than I realized I needed. I’m certain I haven’t acquired that strength yet. Take heart – I’ve wanted to bail out of this waiting thing for a while now. I want to get on with it. God, just give me the assignment and I’ll make it happen. Oh, my can-do spirit is sometimes so not helpful. Courage would not be needed if waiting was simple and easily done. Take heart – I know there’s a purpose to all of this. I don’t know what it is. I know my patience is being stretched in ways it hasn’t before. I know I’m not finished growing in that particular Fruit of the Spirit.

I wait. I am looking forward to finding out what the waiting was for. It has a purpose, of that I am sure. I know it will be good because it will come from my Father’s hand and He is good beyond measure.


A different kind of Mother’s Day


It’s my toes, well the pinky toes, that are the most obvious link between us. (That seems like the strangest line I’ve ever written.) But if you were to look down at my feet you’d find that my pinky toes don’t point up to the sky but off to the side as if they missed the memo about where they were meant to be looking. They’re also the most obvious physical link to my grandmother.

There’s other connections as well.

The woman was competitive. Even in her 90’s there was no game that she didn’t play to win. She was known to play 6 games of Yahtzee at once. At once! I struggle to play one game of Yahtzee at time, but 6 for her was no big deal. The best way to spend time with her and have a good conversation was at the table in her house, cards in hand, chatting away with a little trash talk mixed in for good measure. And lucky, she always seemed to have all the luck. She didn’t mind reminding you about that either!

The woman loved Jesus. She faithfully read her Bible. As her eyesight failed, others read for her. As her hearing left her, we all read it slowly and louder than we thought we should. She never stopped wanting to learn about her Lord. Faithful church attendance was an essential part of her life. If she could be at church, she was. Part of her walk with God was to read the Daily Bread. Those Devotionals were an important part of her day. More than just routine, each time we sat down to read it, there was a connection with family and her Heavenly Father.

She was an ardent Blue Jays fan. I’m not really into baseball. There’s other sports that I’m much more passionate about, but my grandmother passed on the love of sports to me, too. She had her favourite players. She knew about things like strikes, outs and balls. Home runs made her smile. I can only imagine what she would have thought had she been able to actually go to a game.

She loved her garden and had an eye for beauty. Flowers were her joy and delight. The more the better. The more vibrant the colours the more fantastic. It was only right if her house was in the middle of a bower.

She loved her family! There were lots of us. 11 children. Spouses. 36 grandchildren. Great grandchildren. Great-great grandchildren. She saw 5 generations unfold before her eyes.

This year she celebrated a Mother’s Day none of us anticipated. She celebrated with Jesus. 96 years were given to her on earth and they were full. Work, a husband, children, moving, a Centennial project, a child buried in infancy, grandchildren, more moves, games, laughter, tears, the death of a spouse, two grandchildren and two sons-in-law, health, sickness – these were all part of that journey.

On Mother’s Day she was more home than ever before. She saw Jesus’ face. Her journey on earth finished – her ardent desire for more than a year.

No one saw it coming. The night before, she read the Daily Bread and played Chinese Checkers with family. All seemed fine. At some point in the night, she was ushered into the presence of Glory. She is exactly where she wants to be. We mourn. She does not. We grieve. She rejoices. We don’t wish her back. There’s just a hole there now that’s Grandma shaped. We will celebrate her. A life well lived. A woman at home with her Saviour – the best kind of Mother’s Day she could ever have imagined.


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To have an intense feeling of longing for something, typically something that one has lost or been separated from.

There’s a picture of me as a little one. Head a mass of brown curls. Standing next to the dryer. Needing to have a nap but not there yet. Little hand reaching in to wind tiny fingers around an ear. Puppy had needed to go through the spin cycle and the whirr of the drier. No doubt my mother had timed it perfectly so that we would be reunited and then I would have the nap that the lack of had widened my eyes and reddened my cheeks. I yearned. My favourite stuffie and I had been separated and nothing was right in the world until we were together again.


How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young – a place near your altar, Lord Almighty, my King and my God. Psalm 84:1-3 (NIV, emphasis mine)

What a beautiful home, God-of-the-Angel-Armies! I’ve always longed to live in a place like this, Always dreamed of a room in your house, where I could sing for joy to God-alive! Birds find nooks and crannies in your house, sparrows and swallows make nests there. They lay their eggs and raise their young, singing their songs in the place where we worship. God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God! Psalm 84:1-3 (MSG, emphasis mine)


The writer of the Psalm has it right. An intense longing to be in the house of God. It’s more than just his mind engaged in this longing. His soul yearns. The deepest part of him, the core of who he is, yearns to be in God’s presence. His longing is so intense he faints to be in God’s presence. I’m not quite sure how fainting shows devotion, but he’s been reduced to weakness in order to experience God’s presence.

I’m not sure I yearn for God’s presence. Oh, there are times I’m beating on the walls begging for God to show up in some way in my life. Those moments of desperation are deeply etched in my memory and journals. And He has. He has shown Himself faithful as He has spoken to me. So yes, at times my soul absolutely yearns.

But there are other times when I’m totally “meh” about God being with me or me with Him. And that “meh” feeling isn’t really a great one. It’s that take it or leave it kind of thing. There’s no longing. I live life like nothing is missing. Those times of disillusionment and frustration reveal that the “meh” isn’t so good and isn’t nearly as non-committal as I would like to think it is.

Turns out, when my soul is in a state of yearning for God I look for Him. I pursue Him. I find Him. Those times are rewarding and reminders for all of the other times that while I might think that He is far removed from me, He has been walking with me the entire time. He’s been holding my hand, guiding me along.

Everything is so much better when I yearn for my God.



Shane and Shane’s Yearn

The Story Behind the Song

If I could remember …

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I suffer from the disease of forgetfulness.

Oh, I have a memory. It works well. But sometimes it works selectively.

I sometimes remember slights that have happened long ago. Those memories colour my present, even taint it. I have believed lies based on those experiences. Those lies have distorted my thinking. Those memories have had power that I did not even understand.

I remember good things. Things that filled my bucket. Things that blessed my soul. I have smiled and laughed as I have remembered. Those memories I hold close. They are dear.

I remember sadnesses. It took one song at an event this past Christmas for the tears to stream down my face in grief. I would love one more conversation. I crave the sage advice brought by the experience of years. I miss the friendship. I cherish all the moments that mentored my soul and spirit. But …

But I forget really well too. A lot of my forgetfulness has to do with the provision of God in my life. Over this past year, the times of silence, where I felt like He had withdrawn any sort of presence in my life were at the forefront of my mind and heart. God was silent. He must be far away. He must be displeased with me. He must be tired of the doldrums I found myself in. Gracious, I wanted to move on. I was sure He did too. But I felt stuck. I felt abandoned. I felt apathetic. Did any of it really matter? Really?

I’m so grateful that God’s moving in my life is not dependent on my memory. I’d be so sunk if it was. But it’s not. Instead, God keeps moving, keeps speaking, keeps lavishing love on me especially when I recognize absolutely none of it. Thank goodness! In the middle of my doldrums, when I was truly desperate for a touch from Him, He showed up. He wasn’t subtle either. My pencil scribbled as fast as it could. The tears ran down my cheeks as I sat completely alone. I was overwhelmed by the presence of my God. I was undone by His love for me. I had forgotten. Or maybe, I had chosen not to remember how good my Father is. Instead of berating me for my short memory, my Father wrapped His arms of love around me and spoke to the deep places of my soul. Instead of being frustrated with me, He comforted and encouraged. Instead of accusing, His calm assuaged my spirit. I was brought back in. I found solace. It became well.

I know the time will come when I forget again. I will feel like an outsider. I will be convinced of a lie. But in addition to God’s Word that shows me how amazingly loving my God is, I have the reminders I’ve written down. I’ll need to read them. I’ll need those tangible reminders. My God is the One who draws near.


Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all His benefits – Psalm 103:2 (NIV)


Hillsong United’s So Will I

Matt Redman’s It is Well With My Soul

Unanswered prayers …

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I’ve read the Gethsemane prayers of Jesus many times. I’ve never read them through the lens of unanswered prayer. I have focused on the reality. Jesus prayed. God’s will was done. Full stop. That seems like answered prayer.

But Jesus first prayer wasn’t “Your will be done.” That came second. The first prayer was a request for a reprieve. A break. A lifting of the burden. That first prayer wasn’t answered. That one hung suspended. Vulnerable. Open. Pain-filled. Agony coming.

I think I have always prayed with an assumption in mind. Jesus will answer the prayer with a “Yes.” I will be given the answer I want. It will be favourable. God will agree with my request. I’ve looked at God as some magnificent machine giving me exactly what I want. In the timeframe that would be most optimal for me.

That would be praying a lie. God’s timing will never be mine. God’s ways are not my ways. His thoughts are above my understanding. (Isaiah 55:8, 9) He does not answer prayers with “Yes” as His only answer.

In fact, if I look at my life, there continue to be prayers that remain unanswered. I’ve prayed. “Yes” has not been the answer that I have been given. I’ve attributed God’s lack of a “Yes” as a frustration. He must be silent. At times, the lack of a response that I’ve wanted has felt like a personal affront. God must be dissatisfied with me.

Those ideas would be more lies that I have easily believed.

The truth is God speaks. He has in the past. He will in the future. His Word is testament to a God who communicates.

The truth is God loves. His love does not mean that He is giving me everything I want. A good parent does not do that. His love means that He is deeply invested in me, His daughter. While He is a God of justice, He is equally a God of love.

The truth is God is relational. His deepest desire is for me to be with Him. He wants me to bring all of my requests to Him. Small things that even seem slightly ridiculous. Big things that are the mountains of my experience. He wants me to talk to Him about all of it.

Jesus first prayer was unanswered. But His second prayer demonstrated a heart submitted to the Father’s authority. A heart that was obedient beyond my comprehension. “Yet not as I will, but as you will.” I don’t think I pray this part of the Gethsemane prayer enough. Truth be told, getting my own way doesn’t really fulfill me. Doing my own thing doesn’t make me happy. Being in charge has all sorts of headaches and hiccups associated with it. “Yet not as I will, but as you will.” If I pray this prayer, I remind myself that my good Father knows what He is doing. He has a plan that is beyond my understanding. His timing will be absolutely perfect. He has put me in the place where I am to walk with me, to fulfill the calling that He has placed on my life. I am being called to a life fully submitted to His plan, His way. His time. It will look nothing like I envisioned. It will take twists and turns that are not anticipated. I will not be alone.

Far better than getting a “Yes” to every prayer I pray is to know the “with” of the God who is “with” me.


Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out! “Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been his counsellor?” “Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him?” For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. Romans 11:33-36 (NIV)

Childish Listening

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I’m quite convinced I’m a grownup. Many things about my life confirm my grownup-ness. The job. The bills. The mortgage. The vehicle. The home. These are the encumbrances of a life lived as an adult.

And being a responsible grownup, I’ve left some childish ways behind me. But childishness can sure look enticing. Less responsibility. More fun. Less required. More free time. More wonder. More amazement. More simple joy.

I think I’ve applied the grownup strategy of the bills, mortgage, vehicle, home, and career to my relationship with God. There’s not always a lot of wonder. There can be a decided lack of amazement. Joy can be sometimes hard to find. I don’t think that’s what God intended at all in my “grownup” faith. He desires me to approach Him with wonder and awe. He delights when I do. He longs for me to be filled with joy. As a grownup, I was never meant to lose that ability to delight in the One who is the author and finisher of my faith.

My child.

There’s no randomness in that phrase. There’s endearment. Belonging, a place. You can’t be anonymous when someone calls you, “My child.” You’re known. Loved. Affirmed. Claimed. Recognized. Special. Acknowledged. Smiled on. And to think, God calls me, “My child.” That is wonder. That is amazement. That is love lavished on me.


Somehow my child and child just got easier. Listening is hard. If I’m going to listen well, I need to look at the person speaking to me. I need to stop the other activity I’m doing. I need to still my thoughts. Hear the words spoken. Don’t run ahead and solve the problem. Truly listen. This is easier to put in practice with my learners. They’re right in front of me. In my face. They demand attention and we are learning patience and self-control as we all wait to be heard.

Applying these same ideas about listening to my relationship with God, that challenges me on all sorts of fronts. When I’m honest, I admit that I listen selectively. Too frequently, my eyes glaze over when God is speaking to me. My body may be present, but my brain is shut off. I’m inattentive. I don’t always want to stop what I’m doing and listen to what God is saying. I don’t want to obey. I don’t want to be convicted. I don’t want to change. My distractibility is all about avoidance. If I’m avoiding God’s words to me, then it’s also easy to say that He is not speaking.

That would be a lie. God is speaking. He speaks more than I even realize. He showers me in affection. He lavishes me in love. He desires that I would know Him in deeper ways. Nothing can stop my God from loving me, His child.

In tenderness, my Father is speaking to my soul. I pray for ears open to hear. To truly listen to the One who loves me best. To hear Him call me, “My child.”

My child, listen to what I say … Proverbs 2:1a (NLT)


Elevation Worship – The King is Among Us


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I know faith is about experience. I know my faith grows the more I experience God. The more I see Him move. The more I am shaped. The more I grow to understand.

But sometimes my faith is all about the type of experience. I’m convinced God is with me in the high moments. Faith assured and confident. I question His presence, even His existence in the times when my soul is beaten down and discouraged.


At that time Jesus said, “I praise You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this is what You were pleased to do. All things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal Him. Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Matthew 11:25-30 (emphasis mine)


It’s easy for me to look back at the last few years and see the times where God has showed up in big ways in my life. They’re cathedral moments where I’ve sat still and interacted with God. He’s spoken to my soul in deep and profound ways. I’ve walked away from every one of those experiences changed, tears cried, heart impacted.

The harder ones to see are the subtle moments. The times where it hasn’t felt like a life-altering revelation (and yet it really was). These moments I take for granted. I gloss over them – they can’t really be that important. But they are. They should be reminding me of how deep my Father’s love is for me. Every song that’s been part of my day, every moment where truth has shaken a lie, every friend who speaks truth to me, every moment of quiet reflection – these are all subtle and not-so-subtle ways that God continues to reveal Himself to me.

I’m quick to gloss over the subtle moments. Instead of having a tender heart, I brush the revelation of my loving Father aside. But while I easily limit my faith experiences to the big moments, God wants to again show me that He is in all of it. He knows that in my “wisdom” I will overlook His working in me. But I was reminded again that my “wisdom” is not what is being asked of me. Instead, He desires my heart to be tender to what He is doing. To see anew how He is lavishing me in love and kindness. To have my eyes open to what He is doing so that I am able to join Him on the journey that is my life. To be tender. To be soft so that I may hear His voice and know that it is He who calls me on.


Elevation Worship – Your Promises

When I choose a blindfold …

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I don’t really like games where you have to wear a blindfold. The control freak part of me absolutely freaks out! I have to trust someone else. I have to let someone lead me. I cannot see the way ahead and I have no way of knowing what awaits me. Uncertainty is not a good friend of mine.


And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake. For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,’ made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. 2 Corinthians 4:3-6 (NIV, emphasis mine)

If our Message is obscure to anyone, it’s not because we’re holding back in any way. No, it’s because these other people are looking or going the wrong way and refuse to give it serious attention. All they have eyes for is the fashionable god of darkness. They think he can give them what they want and that they won’t have to bother believing a Truth they can’t see. They’re stone-blind to the dayspring brightness of the Message that shines with Christ, who give us the best picture of God we’ll ever get. Remember, our Message is not about ourselves; we’re proclaiming Jesus Christ, the Master. All we are is messengers, errand runners from Jesus for you. It started when God said, “Light up the darkness!” and our lives filled up with light as we saw and understood God in the face of Christ, all bright and beautiful. 2 Corinthians 4:3-6 (MSG, emphasis mine)


Sometimes I feel like I wear a blindfold when it comes to my faith. I want what I want. I want it in my timing. I want answers, now now, to the questions that I’ve been asking God. When this blindfold of my faith-on-my-terms is over my eyes, I’m easily disgruntled. I don’t see my Father as the One who is good and loving and faithful. I’m quick to remember the prayers that are still unanswered, the seemingly good desires of my heart that remain unsatisfied. My inner control freak is out front and loud.

There are other times when I live faith with my eyes wide open. In those experiences, I’m listening to God’s voice. God, what do you want for me? What are your desires for me? Are my desires submitted to yours? The questions don’t go away, but they change their tone, their tune. I’m looking for answers but it’s in a just now kind of way. The answer may come soon or it may not. It will come in my Father’s good timing. With my eyes wide open, I am quick to notice my Father’s hand directing and ordering my life. I see His goodness clearly. I see His love poured out for me. I notice His faithfulness over and over again to me. My inner control freak submits to the One who holds the plan.

God, too often I doubt Your goodness and Your plan for me. I wear the blindfold of my self-assurance thinking I can do it all without You and it will all be good. That is such a lie. Nothing in my life is any good without You directing and leading. Father, I long to live with my eyes wide open. Seeing You in all Your majesty and glory. Noticing Your faithfulness to me again and again. May I live in such a way that my eyes are fixed on You always! Amen.


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Lists exist. Places I have been. Things my hands and feet have touched. Checkmark! Places I want to go. I want to experience – see and touch and do. Events I want to go to. Sporting events, concerts, theatre – to have sat in the seat, watched it with my eyes. To be able to say I was there.


“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.” Isaiah 60:1-3 (NIV)

“Get out of bed, Jerusalem! Wake up. Put your face in the sunlight. God’s bright glory has risen for you. The whole earth is wrapped in darkness, all people sunk in deep darkness, But God rises on you, his sunrise glory breaks over you. Nations will come to your light, kings to your sunburst brightness.” Isaiah 60:1-3 (MSG)


I am not sure I live with the same awareness of my God. Do I have a list of God experiences that I am anticipating? The experiences? See, touch and do with God?

In some ways, I feel like I have stumbled into God experiences. Moments that have rocked me to the core and have reminded me of God’s presence in a tangible way. My cathedral journal records the evidence of God meeting me in those moments. His words to my soul recorded as fast as my hand could write. Desperate scribbles attempting to capture the moment when God was near.

But shouldn’t every day and every part of my life really be a record of God’s presence?

I think my vision is skewed. I think I’m looking for something big, something demonstrative. God does do big things. But while I’m on the lookout for big things, I’m missing all of the small moments which are also the signs of God’s presence and moving in my life. It’s the small moments I take for granted. It’s the small moments I miss because they don’t seem significant enough.

But those small, ordinary moments of God’s presence are so important. They demonstrate His constancy. They demonstrate His affection. They demonstrate His knowledge of me. They demonstrate His love. They demonstrate His attention to the details of my life. They demonstrate His detail. I think the small reminders of His presence might almost be more important than the big ones. I need to notice them. They are happening all the time and I have been unaware.

I was recently reminded that it is usually in reflection that the moments of God’s presence in a day are noticed. Ignatius Loyola’s followers were asked to reflect on their days as they turned in for the night. In their reflection, they were to ask “Lord, show me how you were with me today.” (Jethani, S., 2017)

I want to be aware of God’s presence. I want to see what He is doing in my life. I want to know because then I will live more fully with the One who loves me best.


Jethani, S. (2017) With God Daily:  Ignatius Loyola:  Finding God Everywhere [December 22, 2017 Devotional]. Retrieved from





The Songs


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I love Christmas music – in the month of December. November is much too early. There’s songs that get stuck in my head and just won’t leave. I can’t help but tap my toe and sing along.


You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For in Scripture it says: “See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame.” Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, “The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone,” and, “A stone that causes people to stumble and a rock that makes them fall.” They stumble because they disobey the message – which is also what they were destined for. But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:5-9 (NIV, emphasis mine)


This year’s felt a little strange. I’ve been sick for all of December. Almost no voice. No singing. Hmmm. It’s not quite the same when you mouth all the words to your favourite carols but can’t join in.

However, the songs of the season have stuck with me and some new ones have joined the list too. Here’s what’s been running through my head in praises to the King.

Emmanuel – Chris Tomlin

He Shall Reign Forevermore – Chris Tomlin

O Holy Night – Chris Tomlin

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus – Chris Tomlin

Adore – Chris Tomlin

All is Well – Michael W. Smith

Our God is with Us – Steven Curtis Chapman

Seasons – Hillsong Worship






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It doesn’t take much to make me happy. A good book! Check. A pot of tea! Check. A fireplace on a cold winter’s day. Check. The opportunity to stay home. Check. Time with family. Check. Any of these, or a combination of them, I will be thoroughly content!


Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of such things God’s wrath comes on those who are disobedient. Therefore do not be partners with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them. It is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret. But everything exposed by the light becomes visible – and everything that is illuminated becomes a light. That is why it is said: “Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” Ephesians 5:6-14 (NIV, emphasis mine)

Don’t let yourselves get taken in by religious smooth talk. God gets furious with people who are full of religious sales talk but want nothing to do with him. Don’t even hang around people like that. You groped your way through that murk once, but no longer. You’re out in the open now. The bright light of Christ makes your way plain. So no more stumbling around. Get on with it! The good, the right, the true—these are the actions appropriate for daylight hours. Figure out what will please Christ, and then do it. Don’t waste your time on useless work, mere busywork, the barren pursuits of darkness. Expose these things for the sham they are. It’s a scandal when people waste their lives on things they must do in the darkness where no one will see. Rip the cover off those frauds and see how attractive they look in the light of Christ. Wake up from your sleep, Climb out of your coffins; Christ will show you the light! So watch your step. Use your head. Make the most of every chance you get. These are desperate times! Ephesians 5:6-14 (MSG, emphasis mine)


Figure out what will please Christ and then do it. Immediately, my head wants to turn that around to a “do not” list. Somehow the list of things that I know I shouldn’t do pops into my head a whole lot faster. Do not steal. Do not lie. Don’t murder. Don’t covet or be jealous. A sense of smugness settles in quite quickly. I don’t do those things so all is good.

But a relationship with Christ is not about satisfying a list of dos and don’ts. If I have a relationship with someone, I learn the things that make them happy. I find out what will make them smile. I look to bless them with tokens of affection large or small. I’ve learned these things from spending time with them, building into the relationship, being aware.

Shouldn’t my relationship with God follow the same kind of pattern? Knowing my God and being in close proximity to Him should yield a similar list. How do I show my God affection? How do I pour blessings back on Him? How do I engage in relationship with Him? How do I respond in love?

What does my relationship with God look like? Sometimes its uninhibited worship. Arms raised, head thrown back, tears rolling down my face. It’s times of solace and solitude. A cathedral journal being filled as God and I share ideas. Sometimes it’s prayer. A conversation that flows between us. (I am learning how to listen better.) It’s questions. God show yourself, I’m confused even wandering. Sometimes it’s being in His Word. Digging into Scriptures to know my God better and therefore love Him more deeply. It’s ministry. Figuring out where I can serve and bless others. Sometimes it’s being still. Letting His Spirit minister to my soul in quiet and rest. It’s obedience. Walking in the path He has given me to tread.

I’d love to say that I regularly do things that I know will please God. There are seasons where I’m consistent and I feel like I’m growing in my relationship with God. But there have been seasons, even just within this year, where God has felt distant and removed, silent and separate. But regardless of my feelings or the consistency, my God loves me and desires me to be walking closely with Him. He continues to pour His affection on me. My whole heart longs to please Him in return.


Walk while you have the light, before darkness overtakes you.

We’d arrived at the Waterberg Plateau and immediately after getting bags and rooms sorted, we headed out on a hike. Some parts were easy, a gentle scramble up the path, around rocks. Other parts were challenging, a boost up the boulders. But the view at the top was absolutely spectacular. The Namibian savanna spread out before us as far as the eye could see. Even as we enjoyed the view, the warm African sun was setting. We had come armed – binoculars, cameras, flashlights, headlamps – but we had been warned, descend in daylight. It is too easy to get lost in the dark. Being one who’s on the more cautious side of the pendulum, the advice was heeded and I was down from the top of the Plateau as the last rays of sun fell from the sky.


Then Jesus told them, “You are going to have the light just a little while longer. Walk while you have the light, before darkness overtakes you. The man who walks in the dark does not know where he is going. Put your trust in the light while you have it, so that you may become sons of light.” When he had finished speaking, Jesus left and hid himself from them. John 12:35-36 (NIV, emphasis mine)

Jesus said, “For a brief time still, the light is among you. Walk by the light you have so darkness doesn’t destroy you. If you walk in darkness, you don’t know where you’re going. As you have the light, believe in the light. Then the light will be within you, and shining through your lives. You’ll be children of light.” John 12:35-36 (MSG, emphasis mine)


Friends of mine waited until the sun had fully set before making their way off the Plateau. They had quite the story to tell of their descent. Scrapes, bruises, getting lost, very late for dinner – these were all events part of their story. I was very glad that I had ignored their calls to stay longer up top.

I sometimes am like my friends. I wander in the dark. I ignore the wise advice of my God and other people who know and love me. I let myself wander in the dark.

I think that I can navigate the darkness well on my own. That’s a lie. Left to my own devices I stumble, fall down, ending up with bumps and bruises and a story of frustration rather than hope. That’s the story of wandering in the dark – frustration, discouragement, bumps, bruises, hurt.

But I was never meant to wander in the dark. I was always meant to walk in the light. If I walk in the light, I’m a whole lot less likely to stumble. I can see where I’m going. I can see the obstacles in front of me. There’s fewer surprises when the light is on. Even in the light I’m not meant to walk on my own. I have a Father who guides and directs in His great love and mercy!

But even when it’s totally dark outside, I have a good Father who is the Light of the world. With Him, walking with Him, it’s never totally dark because He is the light. So do I choose to walk with Him? Do I choose to follow where He is leading me? Do I choose to put my feet in His footprints? If I do, He is lighting my way.

Jesus, thank you for being the Light that will guide me. You are so good to me – leading, guiding and refining me. Thank you for being the One who lights my way. May I always choose to walk in the light that is You! Amen.

Light and dark places

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We’ve been lighting two candles for Advent this week. The mornings are dark with the sun just coming over the edge of the building as we sit down for our devotions. Two candles wouldn’t seem to create very much light. But even a little bit of light makes an amazing difference.


Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. I have taken an oath and confirmed it, that I will follow your righteous laws. Psalm 119:105-106 (NIV)

By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path. I’ve committed myself and I’ll never turn back from living by your righteous order. Psalm 119:105-106 (MSG)


I’m in need of light. Dark has a way of creeping in all over the place. I don’t like how susceptible I am to the dark’s influence.

But I am reminded that I have a light source that trumps any darkness. However, do I access the light available to me? I can have God’s word. I can open God’s word. But is it just there as some sort of guide book? Or is it more.

A guide book can be helpful. It will have maps and directions. Ideas and possibilities of things to do. But God’s word is more than a guide book. A guide book is all about suggestions and ideas. I can ignore them or follow them. But I think I sometimes apply the same mindset to my Bible. Maybe God meant this … Or maybe this passage means something else. I should obey God in this … Do I really need to obey God in that?

God’s Word as a guidebook is definitely not enough. I definitely need more. A lamp for my feet. A light for my path. A God who directs and guides my life. I need this! But do I trust Him? Do I trust His leading? Sometimes. When I don’t trust my God’s leading and guiding, I end up in places I don’t want to be. There’s dark corners I have been in. The rabbit trails I have led myself down have been problematic.  When I do trust my God to lead and direct my life, it’s interesting where He takes me. Light is shed in some unusual places. Change occurs. I become more like the Father! It’s a good thing.

I’m in need of light on my path. God’s Word has all sorts of possibilities to reveal the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in my life. If I pay attention to what God is up to, the light shines a little brighter.

Thank you, Father, for being the light on my path. May You continue to use Your Word to speak Your truth into my life. Amen.

Faith or Fear?

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I am deathly afraid of heights. Not just a little. A lot! I’ve been told multiple times, just look up. It’s okay. That’s no comfort for me either. I know there’s still a down, down there. Sometimes I let fear win.


The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27:1 (NIV)

Light, space, zest – that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. Psalm 27:1 (MSG)


I’m not supposed to let fear win. In fact, letting fear win is to believe the lie that the thing I fear is bigger, more difficult, more insurmountable than I understand. I give fear power and control over my life. In those moments, its deadly force wreaks all sorts of havoc in me. It paralyzes me. It overrides rational emotion. It makes everything bigger than it really is. I can build monsters out of almost anything.

But, the truth of God’s word is that God is my light and my salvation. He is the One guiding my path. He is the One who saves me. He is the One who is able to give me hope. Fear is not found in Him.

Not only is my God light and salvation, He is a stronghold. I’ve set foot in some imposing castles. Thick strong walls. Tiny slits of windows clearly prepared for defense. Deep foundations, meant to last the test of time. Moats and high outer walls all meant to stymie the opposition and prevent them from gaining entry.

If people can make strongholds like that, imagine what the stronghold looks like that is my God! His foundation is from everlasting to everlasting. His walls are built on the cornerstone Jesus Christ. There is no darkness because the Lord is the light of His people. He leads and guides the steps of those who trust in Him. What a place of hope. What a source of strength.

I wish I was only afraid of heights. Other fears quickly and easily weigh on my soul as soon as I give them a foothold. Instead of giving into fear, I choose to trust that my God knows me well and that He will always be the One on whom I can depend. It does not mean my life is easy or smooth, but it does mean that when it all seems to crumble around me, I have a God I can depend on.



More than a flashlight


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I thought I had packed everything I needed for the time away at the leadership retreat. Cell phone – check. Pillow and sleeping bag – check. Changes of clothing – check. Running shoes – check. Readiness to be a dorm mom – squiggly checkmark with worries attached. I had not accounted for late nights and and no flashlights. The girls all laughed at me and one of them chimed in, “Ma’am, you’ve got a torch (flashlight) on your mobile.” Of course I did. I hadn’t needed it before that. Until this point, I’d only been out and about during the day. What had seemed like a luxury was now a necessity.

Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell. Psalm 43:3 (NIV)

Give me your lantern and compass, give me a map, so I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence, Psalm 43:3 (MSG)

I’m in desperate need of light in my walk with God too. Left to my own devices, I’m prone to wander into dark places where I was never meant to go. My thoughts wander and their rabbit trails are sometimes plain scary. Doubts and worries sneak in and then take over. Fears stomp their way to the front of the line. Without even realizing it, I’ve allowed all sorts of issues to set up shop in my mind and heart. Discouragement, despair and their good friend depression are gleefully waiting to get their hands on me.

I was not made for living in the dark. I was not made to have a permanent home in the land of despair. It’s amazing the difference a flashlight makes. Somehow the simple change of lighting the path ahead changes the focus and brings hope. It is easier to see the truth when the light is shining on it. It is easier to fight the anxious thoughts when the truth of who I am and who my Father is is illuminated before me. Following someone with the light is hopeful. At least one of us can see the way and alerts the others as to what is ahead of us. My heavenly Father, with His Light ablaze, is waiting for me to fall in step with Him.

The One who knows me best is the only One worth following. My Father does not want me to choose to wander in the dark. He wants to guide me with His truth and light into His presence. He desires that I will engage with Him in meaningful ways so that I will make my home with Him. When I am fixed on Him, the darkness is reminded of its place. My Father tells me the truth of His presence – He is always with me (Joshua 1:5, Hebrews 13:5). He showers me with love – His love is eternal (Jeremiah 31:3). My God is gentle and affectionate – He is kind (Jeremiah 31:3, I Corinthians 13:4). He speaks – He is wanting me to hear His voice (John 10:1-10). My God delights in me – He sings over me (Zephaniah 3:17). He is the giver of life – He wants me to live life fully and richly in Him and for Him (John 10:10b).

I am called to turn on the flashlight of God’s Word. I need that beacon in the darkness to guide my way. I choose to only lose myself in Him.

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Which full?

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Some things are good when they’re full. A full mug of tea. A full cookie basket. A bucket of popcorn. Some things are great when they’re full but they can be over-full. A brimming full weekend. A busy-every-night-of-the-week kind of week. Some things you just don’t want to be full. A full nose and head (why do colds have to win!). A full guilt bag of homework. Full of grief. Some of those “fulls” I’d like to skip.


“The Root of Jesse will spring up, one who will arise to rule over the nations; the Gentiles will hope in him.” May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:12b-13 (NIV, emphasis mine)

There’s the root of our ancestor Jesse, breaking through the earth and growing tree tall, Tall enough for everyone everywhere to see and take hope! Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope! Romans 15:12b-13 (MSG, emphasis mine)


I gloss over some of the “fulls” I need in my life. I know they are there. I know God wants to work them into my life but I only quickly glance their way. They aren’t as pressing as some of the other things I’ve got going on. Homework and the stuffy nose seem to be winning the long game right now.

But if I’m honest with my heart, the homework and the stuffy nose are not nearly as significant in the long-term thread of the character of my life. While homework needs doing and a stuffy nose needs conquering, those two items might reveal my character but they won’t make my character.

I have some “fulls” that I desperately need. I long to be full of hope, joy and peace.

Hope-full. Discouragement hides in the corners of my heart often. It comes out to play when I’m most vulnerable. It swings a pretty heavy bat and easily dismantles the hope-full part of me often. I should have a solution to … I would rather be … How come … Each of those phrases turns the spotlight on me. Each one hits at my hope.

Joy-full. Sometimes I wear grumpy pants. I know I’m not alone. The wrong side of the bed called. The bad hair day wanted its hair products returned. So many things can easily disrupt my day. It may be the line at the photocopier or Starbucks. My day can turn on its head faster than I can even imagine. Why do I let these things steal my joy?

Peace-full. Worry’s a peace stealer. Anxiety takes over. A peace-full world? Is it possible? A peace-full heart? My heart, peace-full? What consumes my attention? What is looming on the horizon? Every time I seek to be the one in charge of all of the aspects of my life, I fail miserably. When I try to create the peace, it doesn’t last.

Hope-full, joy-full, peace-full – I can only be a person defined by those characteristics when I trust my God. These are His attributes. Attributes that He desires that I would have. Every time I try to build them into my life, it doesn’t work. I cannot create my own hope. I cannot create my own joy. I can’t create peace. If I could, why would I need God. Instead, when I give Him my circumstances (and this happens over and over again), I see Him reveal a bit more of each of them in my life. Oh, life conspires against any moment of hope, joy and peace that I acquire. But I have a God who has a bottomless well of supply. With Him, I cannot ever run out! He keeps giving and giving and giving out of the generous overflow of His heart of love for me.

Thank you, God, that You are the source of hope, joy and peace. Thank you for filling me again because I cannot do it on my own. You know the circumstances of my life and I give them all to You. Your hands are big and can hold each detail. Help me to trust You – the God who longs to fill me with His hope, joy and peace. Amen.



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I opened the cupboard and pulled out supplies. Some make sense. They are needed for lessons in a unit. These items aren’t supplied by another kit. Other things seem to be completely random. A piece of paper with some notes on it. Do the notes make sense? This happened as I was doing some planning yesterday. I had to set up the experiment and try it again for myself in order for everything to make sense. Without that – not a clue.


Then I said, “For how long, O Lord?” And he answered: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left deserted and the fields ruined and ravaged, until the Lord has sent everyone far away and the land is utterly forsaken. And though a tenth remains in the land, it will again be laid waste. But as the terebinth and oak leave stumps when they are cut down, so the holy seed will be the stump in the land.” Isaiah 6:11-13 (NIV, emphasis mine) 

Astonished, I said, “And Master, how long is this to go on?” He said, “Until the cities are emptied out, not a soul left in the cities – Houses empty of people, countryside empty of people. Until I, God, get rid of everyone, sending them off, the land totally empty. And even if some should survive, say a tenth, the devastation will start up again. The country will look like pine and oak forest with every tree cut down – Every tree a stump, a huge field of stumps. But there’s a holy seed in those stumps.” Isaiah 6:11-13 (MSG, emphasis mine)


Useful is always something God keeps in mind. While I need refresher courses about why I keep things, He has good purposes for all He has made. He doesn’t forget why He created it. He doesn’t lose track of it. He doesn’t file it away. My God is the One with a plan.

Does His plan always make sense to me? No, absolutely not. There’s much in Isaiah 6 that baffles the mind. God calls Isaiah in the most unique of ways. God purifies Isaiah and prepares him for the ministry He has planned for him. God gives Isaiah the message he is to speak. There’s no hugs and cuddles. This is straight up tough. Get it together. God knows the receptiveness of His people – zero. Absolute destruction would occur. But, Isaiah, go speak my message and keep doing it. Wow! If that’s a job description for success, I’m not sure I want that job.

Then there’s the little nugget of hope right at the very end. “But there’s a holy seed in those stumps.” A forest reduced to stumps is a dreadful visual. From lush green to barren. From tall statues to stumps. This picture doesn’t induce hope. In my way of thinking, what once was useful, has now been reduced to useless. Good thing that God’s plan is far bigger than my understanding.

There’s a seed in those stumps. What seems useless is actually useful. What seems destroyed has purpose. Human logic wasn’t required. God had a plan and no one could thwart it. No one would choose Bethlehem. No one would choose a stable. No one would pick a couple who had to travel from Nazareth. No one would pick a baby to be the one to change the world. But that’s my God. He uses things that don’t seem useful to become exactly what is needed. Who knew a stump had purpose!

It’s coming …


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It’s easy to live in anticipation at this time of year. The first doors on the Advent calendar get opened. The house is trimmed with lights and greenery. The tree goes up. The gifts go under it. The Wise One would know which gift was for which person in our family. We siblings admired presents but without the label on them, the suspense just about got us every year. It’s coming. It’s getting closer. It’s almost …


The days are coming,’ declares the Lord, ‘when I will fulfill the gracious promise I made to the house of Israel and to the house of Judah. “’In those days and at that time I will make a righteous Branch sprout from David’s line; he will do what is just and right in the land. In those days Judah will be saved and Jerusalem will live in safety. This is the name by which it will be called:  The Lord Our Righteousness.’ Jeremiah 33:14-16 (NIV, emphasis mine)

“’Watch for this:  The time is coming’ – God’s Decree – ‘when I will keep the promise I made to the families of Israel and Judah. When that time comes, I will make a fresh and true shoot sprout from the David-Tree. He will run this country honestly and fairly. He will set things right. That’s when Judah will be secure and Jerusalem live in safety. The motto for the city will be, “God Has Set Things Right for Us.” Jeremiah 33:14-16 (MSG, emphasis mine)


Christmas has that arrival moment too. Christmas morning (or Christmas Eve if you follow a different tradition) the gifts are opened. Delight is seen on faces. Toys are played with by young and old. It’s fun!

But sometimes the “Watch for this” is longer than the 24 days leading up to Christmas. Sometimes the watching and waiting feels like there is no end in sight. Sometimes it’s the watching and the waiting that makes me wonder what God is up to. Does He have a plan? Does He remember His plan? Does He see what kind of circumstance I find myself in? Does any piece of it make sense to Him? It usually doesn’t make a shred of sense to me!

In those moments, I’d like to take over and speed it up a little. I’d like to solve it. I’d like to be able to tie up all the loose ends and put them all neatly in their places. Then it would all be okay. Then it would feel like I helped God work His plan. But there’s the rub. I’m not meant to help God’s plan fall into place on my timetable. That’s working over Him. That’s using God to be some sort of solution guy who will just solve it for me. That’s not the relationship I want with God at all.

Jeremiah prophesied about watching and waiting and then the people of Israel had to do a whole lot of both. I have no doubt that Jeremiah’s listeners and the generations of people who followed Him wondered what on earth he was writing about. God had promised. God had said He would do it. But His time frame was rather vague. “In those days and at that time …”

So why do I think that God’s timing in my life will be any more specific? He knows exactly the days and at exactly the right time for the things that I continue to watch and wait for to happen. Appropriately, I haven’t got a clue! If I did, I’d help God’s plan move along and that would undoubtedly mess absolutely everything up!

Watch and wait. It really is better to just watch and wait.

God, too often I’d like to help move your plan along. Forgive me for putting myself in the place of control. I, again, yield the circumstances of my life into Your hands. You know what is best. You know what is needed. I choose to trust Your timing because You are my good, good Father. Amen

A Guide …

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He sat in the driver seat. Microphone angled just so. He did two jobs simultaneously and did them very well. He drove on the “correct” side of the road (as opposed to the right side) and told us stories, the history of his land. Without both, the trip would have been a lot less interesting. He pointed out important destinations. He gave us the peculiarities of his country. Every trip I’ve taken since, I’ve compared the current guide to him. None have quite compared.


There came a man who was sent from God; his name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all men might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to every man was coming into the world. John 1:6-9 (NIV)

There once was a man, his name John, sent by God to point out the way to the Life-Light. He came to show everyone where to look, who to believe in. John was not himself the Light; he was there to show the way to the Light. The Life-Light was the real thing:  Every person entering Life he brings into Light. John 1:6-9 (MSG)


John the Baptists reminds me of that guide. He knew his spot. He knew he wasn’t the Light. But he knew that he had a role to play. He wasn’t the lead actor. But he wasn’t a random extra. He might be described as a secondary character. But John had to be one of the most important secondary actors ever because he had a significant role in Jesus ministry.

He was the long anticipated one. Elderly parents with their miracle baby! He had an unusual life. Strange food habits (locusts, anyone?) and an interesting wardrobe. He drew a crowd. But it wasn’t his warm welcoming speeches that did it. The Pharisees and Sadducees bore the brunt of his caustic tongue. (Matthew 3:7-10) He didn’t change his message. He called for people to repent from the wicked ways. His eyes were always looking forward.

He was living a life of expectation. I know my job. I’m doing my job. But someone is coming who is more amazing than I can describe. Look for Him. Search for Him. He is the one to follow. No amazing crowd size changed his message. No ridicule from the Sadducees and Pharisees got him to change the call. He baptized scores of people and his advancing fame and recognition did not cause him to rethink the task he had been given. He did the job laid out before him. Prepare the way. Point to Jesus. Prepare the way. Point to Jesus.

Prepare the way. Point to Jesus. Do I do either of those?

I think of my learners and I’m constantly thinking about the road ahead for them in the coming grade. Have I helped cement a good foundation for future knowledge? Have I given them enough repetition to master what they are being asked? I’m preparing the way in the most practical of terms. But in my spiritual life, do I prepare the way? Is my heart able to worship the way I’m meant to? Does worship draw me into a deeper walk with Jesus? How is my time in God’s word influencing my behaviour, my interactions with others? How are my relationships? Are they benefitting from a close walk with my Maker? Prepare the way. Is my heart as tender as it should be?

Point to Jesus. This one hits even closer to home. As I interact with those around me, do they even notice Jesus? Is there anything about me that hints at a relationship with Him? Do my words betray me? OR is Jesus present in what I say? Am I pointing to the reason for my hope? If not, I’ve bungled it all horribly! Every part of who I am is meant to point to Him – the author and finisher of everything about me.

Jesus, my heart longs to be prepared for You again as we anticipate the celebration of Your arrival. I know that You desire to open all the doors to my heart, not just the ones I think I’d like You to be in. I want to be ready for You. I want to be prepared for you. Father, may my life point people to Your Son, Jesus. Conform my will to Yours. My words to the words You are speaking. My heart to the tenderness of Yours. My longings to the passions of Yours. Thank You for enabling me to be the person prepared for You and pointing to You. Amen.


Light in the Dark

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The winter days are short. It seems dark all the time. I arrive at work in the dark. The sun only rising as my students take their seats for the day. I leave work in the dark. The last rays of sun sending their final glimmers across the sky far earlier than I would prefer. I love clear blue skies filled with sunshine. Darkness, the darkness of December, has a way of worming its way soul and spirit in not such a good way.


In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it. John 1:1-5 (NIV, emphasis mine)

The Word was first, the Word present to God, God present to the Word. The Word was God, in readiness for God from day one. Everything was created through him; nothing – not one thing! – came into being without him. What came into existence was Life, and the Life was Light to live by. The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness; the darkness couldn’t put it out. John 1:1-5 (MSG, emphasis mine)


We don’t really like darkness. Street-lamps flood the byways with light. Homes are well lit as lights are left on when no one’s in the room. Christmas trees brim with all sorts of sparkle as lights trim the tree. We do everything we can to get rid of the dark.

But darkness is unavoidable. It haunts us in all sorts of ways. It creeps into our souls and plants seeds of discouragement and doubt. It stomps its way in and waters the growing plant of disillusionment. It’s all about festering and fostering gloom and hopelessness. But it’s also the darkness of deed, too. Not only can my soul be discouraged, but I also sin. I miss the mark of God’s perfection. I look at the world through veiled eyes. The darkness of sin is inescapable. In the month of such darkness outside, the darkness of soul grows more quickly than can be imagined or understood.

It’s precisely that kind of darkness that did not scare off the Word, Jesus Christ. The world he entered was no less dark than our own. Sin pervaded. Discouragement seemed to win. Kings were all about power, people and payment. These are familiar problems.

But it all changed with Jesus. In Him was life. Life with the regular-ness of routine and the requirements of living. That part is impossible to get rid of. The bills must be paid, the salary must be earned. But this life of Jesus wasn’t just about seeing to my physical needs. In Him was life.  Life that was meant to be lived with Him. Community. Relationship. Life with Jesus. Life that was given purpose. Life that was given meaning because it was meant to be lived not just for one’s self. Life filled with hope because in Jesus my sin is forgiven, my eternity assured. Life with Jesus.

Not only was Jesus the source of life, but in Him was light. Light for all. Darkness with its stealthy feet was not supposed to have the final word. It tried. It tried really hard. It seemed to win and sentenced Jesus to death on a cross. But that was darkness’s last shot at winning. It completely failed too. Darkness forgot to take into account that Jesus, while fully man, was fully divine, fully God. God raised Jesus up. Death could not win. Light won. Jesus won. Darkness was utterly defeated.

But, darkness has not given up. It continues to wage war on my soul. Discouragement knocks rather loudly and persistently. Sin wants to conquer and plant its flag of victory. In those moments, it seems as though Life and Light are not enough. But when I call on Jesus’ name, the darkness loses its power. The Life and Light that is Jesus is powerful beyond my understanding. The darkness cannot understand it. The darkness cannot be in the presence of Light. Life and Light take over, flooding each corner of my being with the knowledge that His presence is always enough. It’s more than I can ever understand.

Jesus, too often I believe the lies that darkness speaks to me. I give in so quickly forgetting where my hope is found. I stand on the truth of your Word that You are Light and You are Life. I stand on the truth that You are the God who is always with me and so You are with me in the times that are dark. You are the One who keeps shining Your light into my soul. Thank you for being the true giver of Life and Light. Amen.


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I was on a coach on Ireland’s Ring of Kerry. Our tour guide asked us to put away all of our stuff. He told us to watch. He knew that if we didn’t we would be disappointed. The coach rolled on past the amazing vistas. Was this it? Was this what we were watching for? Each corner revealed a new glimmer of beauty. We kept wondering, had we arrived now? We came around the final turn and my jaw hit the floor. Spread before me was the ocean in all its splendour dotted with islands with the sun blazing overhead. The waiting, the watching had all been worth it!


“Be on guard! Be alert! You do not know when that time will come. It’s like a man going away:  He leaves his house and puts his servants in charge, each with his assigned task, and tells the one at the door to keep watch. Therefore keep watch because you do not know when the owner of the house will come back – whether in the evening, or at midnight, or when the rooster crows, or at dawn. If he comes suddenly, do not let him find you sleeping. What I say to you, I say to everyone: ‘Watch!’” Mark 13:33-37 (NIV)

“So keep a sharp lookout, for you don’t know the timetable. It’s like a man who takes a trip, leaving home and putting his servants in charge, each assigned a task, and commanding the gatekeeper to stand watch. So, stay at your post, watching. You have no idea when the homeowner is returning, whether evening, midnight, cockcrow, or morning. You don’t want him showing up unannounced, with you asleep on the job. I say it to you, and I’m saying it to all: Stay at your post. Keep watch.” Mark 13:33-37 (MSG)


Watching seems so passive. I’m not really doing anything while I’m watching. At times, it feels useless. I could be doing something more, something worthwhile, something important.

There’s a waiting implied too! Watching and waiting! Most of the time, I know what I’m watching for. It’s the glimmer of understanding in the eyes of a learner. It’s the hopeful look of something long anticipated to arrive. Sometimes it’s passive – eyes hooded so as to not appear interested even though the desire is there. Frequently, it’s eyes wide open, eagerly trying to understand what you’re watching for.

There’s a posture in watching. When it’s a sporting rivalry, fans are on their feet willing their chosen team on to victory. But there’s a watching that hurts the heart. The kind that has anxiety and stress written all over it. Where worse is possible and might just come.

But then there’s the watch that Jesus is asking for. It’s alert watching. This is the full attention version of watching. Passivity is not an option. The gatekeeper is on duty. Eyes alert to see who is passing by, who wants in. The servants are on duty. They have jobs to fulfill, positions requiring their unique skill sets and abilities. The homeowner is only pleased when the tasks are completed. Everything is ready for the homeowner’s return. It’s imminent, but no one in his service knows exactly when it will be. But all is to be ready. All is to be prepared. Nothing is meant to be waiting to still be completed. Jesus second coming is foreshadowed.

But there is a lesson to be learned from all of this preparation and watching. Jesus is not waiting until He comes again to be doing things in and through His people. He moves in the hearts and minds of people all the time.

But how am I watching? Am I sitting on the sidelines, idly minding my own business, completely unobservant? If so, I’m absolutely missing out on what Jesus is up to now. I’m missing where He is moving. I’m ignoring the opportunities He’s placing in front of me to be His hands and feet. I’m ignoring His not-so-subtle promptings to speak His words of life.

It all changes if I am watching Jesus with keen interest. If I’m paying attention, then I’m asking Him to open my eyes to see what He’s doing. I’m desiring Him to reveal what He would have me do. I’m pursuing opportunities that He has revealed to me. I may be taking steps that make not a shred of sense but are divine appointments beyond my understanding. Because my eyes are watching Him, I will speak words of encouragement and hope. My hands and feet will reach out to bless others in big and small ways. I will change direction because of my obedience to the One who speaks my name.

Jesus, in this season of busy-ness it is so easy for my eyes to be darting all over the place. Instead, would you fix my eyes on You. Enable me to be observant of what you are doing and where you are moving. Give my heart and mind obedience and my hands and feet swift action so that I will join you wholeheartedly in the mission You have for me. Amen.


I Corinthians 1_7 (MSG)

I wasn’t sure what I was shopping for this year. Usually, I have a plan well underway prior to the “shopping season.” But this year, I didn’t have a clue. So, sitting at a hockey game, I came right out and asked the question. “What do all of you want for Christmas?” Slowly, ideas came. But living in a land of plenty, the list was not composed of needs, but wants. Things that would be nice but are not essential to life at all.


Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I always thank God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way – in all your speaking and in all your knowledge – because our testimony about Christ was confirmed in you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful. I Corinthians 1:3-9 (NIV emphasis mine)                         

May all the gifts and benefits that come from God our Father, and the Master, Jesus Christ, be yours. Every time I think of you – and I think of you often! – I thank God for your lives of free and open access to God, given by Jesus. There’s no end to what has happened in you – it’s beyond speech, beyond knowledge. The evidence of Christ has been clearly verified in your lives. Just think – you don’t need a thing, you’ve got it all! All God’s gifts are right in front of you as you wait expectantly for our Master Jesus to arrive on the scene for the Finale. And not only that, but God himself is right alongside to keep you steady and on track until things are all wrapped up by Jesus. God, who got you started in this spiritual adventure, shares with us the life of his Son and our Master Jesus. He will never give up on you. Never forget that. I Corinthians 1:3-9 (MSG emphasis mine)


Physical gifts, the things I can hold in my hand, those are nice. They remind me that I’m loved by people I know and care about. But the spiritual gifts – the provisions that my heavenly Father has made for me – those are life altering.

Which type of gifts do I value more? Which ones rank higher on the importance scale?

There’s something about a tangible item that is easier to understand. I can see it. I can feel it. It holds worth because I know it’s physically there. But of how much greater worth are the gifts the Father has lavished on me? These are gifts I cannot see with my eyes. But these gifts change absolutely everything. They change my destiny. They affect my eternity. They defy my understanding.

Gift 1:  I have His presence. My God is the God who wants to be known. He is completely relational. From the beginning of time, He has existed in community – God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. He created man in His image. He walked with Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden as a man walks with his friend. While He has been accused of being far off and removed from what He made, my God is the God who wants to be known by His creation. He is the One who wants me to know Him. To see Him all around me. To sense where He is moving and to join Him in that call and that purpose. This is the God who didn’t stay far away remotely watching what He had created, but He came near, He moved in next door. He is close. He is closer than the air I breathe. He is with me!

Gift 2:  I am His child. My God is the purpose giver. Without Him, what reason do I have? Without Him, what is worth pursuing? He desires me to be in relationship with Him. Just as parents interact with their children, my Father delights to be with me. He chose me. I didn’t choose Him on my own. My sinful nature, my eyes veiled to true reality, would not have pursued a relationship with God except for His Spirit stirring in me. My adoption into God’s family was an incredible act of His love poured out for me. He longs for me to snuggle in. Tucked in close. Feeling His heart beat with love for me. His love is deeper and wider than I can ever imagine or understand. My Father’s love is constantly lavished on me as He reveals Himself in Jesus Christ – the One who sacrificed His life so I could have mine.

Gift 3:  I am forgiven. My God is the restorer. On my own, I am far from Him. I sin. I fall short of His magnificent glory. I look at the world through glasses made dirty by the gunk of my life. But, my God knew that I would try to do the right thing. I would attempt to live right, but I would still fail all the time. I can’t measure up on my own. Instead, because He is full of mercy and grace, my God is the One who reaches out. He sends His perfect Son to take my most horrid consequence. His Son dies in my place. And in raising Jesus back to life, death is conquered. The price is paid. I am brought into relationship with the One who formed me and loves me best. I still sin. But because of my relationship as God’s child, God the Father sees that the payment for my sin is paid in full. I’m forgiven. Washed clean. Made new. No longer who I was, but fully transformed.

The physical gifts under the tree – the wrapping is lovely. The gifts are great. But the gifts I have in Christ – those defy my understanding. They change my trajectory. They give hope. I am more loved than I can ever know.

God, I pray for a heart sensitive to You! Your gifts are beyond what I could ever understand. Thank you for being the Gift Giver who is lavishly generous. Thank you for pouring out your gifts to me! May my heart overflow with gratitude and love back to you! Amen.


The Christmas question

But make sure that you don't get so absorbed and exhausted in taking care of all your day-by-day obligations that you lose track of the time an doze off, oblivious to God.

The question came to me as I sat in her chair getting my hair cut. “What are your Christmas traditions? Is there anything special you do at the holidays that you have to do every year?” I was left a little speechless. What do I do at the holidays? What occupies my time? Why do I always feel like the month of December flies by and I don’t know where it’s gone?

Typical answers flitted across the screen of my mind. There are concerts to attend. Parties to be a part of. Baking to be done. Meals to be prepared for. Presents to be wrapped. Decorations to be put up. Family time must be squeezed in somewhere. Friends to see. Advent to be observed. Oh, and Jesus too, He needs some time in all the hustle. The doing seems endless.


And do this, understanding the present time. The hour has come for you to wake up from your slumber, because our salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armour of light. Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature. Romans 13:11-14 (NIV, emphasis mine)

But make sure that you don’t get so absorbed and exhausted in taking care of all your day-by-day obligations that you lose track of the time and doze off, oblivious to God. The night is about over, dawn is about to break. Be up and awake to what God is doing! God is putting the finishing touches on the salvation work he began when we first believed. We can’t afford to waste a minute, must not squander these precious daylight hours in frivolity and indulgence, in sleeping around and dissipation, in bickering and grabbing everything in sight. Get out of bed and get dressed! Don’t loiter and linger, waiting until the very last minute. Dress yourselves in Christ, and be up and about! Romans 13:11-14 (MSG, emphasis mine)


The busy is my problem. I get caught up in the busy and the to do list of the month of December and I don’t really recover until it’s January. I get completely absorbed into all that seems to be required of me. Lots of the “stuff to do” is good too. These things are fun, entertaining. But because I’m focused on them, I’m constantly missing out on what God has planned for me.

Losing track of what is most valuable, most important is easily done. Too often my Advent season feels more like a marathon than a time of joy and reflection.

I know my list of busy actually has it all backwards. Jesus got slapped onto the back end of the list. It really needed to start with Him. After all, without Him there is no need for the season of Advent. Without Him, there is no celebration of Christmas. Without Him, there is no presence to long for. Without Him there is empty, discouragement, despair. Without Him, there is only dark. I desperately want light. His Light. His presence. His peace. All filling those spaces inside my heart and mind that need a fresh infilling of the wonder of His presence. The majesty of His appearing. The unbelievable-ness that a God who made it all would reduce Himself to frail flesh and come to be with His people. I crave the God-with-me reminders of this season. I’m desperate to be clothed in Him again.

There are now choices before me. I can do the treadmill of December and miss the glory all around me. Or, I can start with Jesus and choose to be clothed in Him, alert and aware to His presence.

I’d love a do-over answer to the question that I was asked. “What are your Christmas traditions? Is there anything special you do at the holidays that you have to do every year?” I spend time with Jesus, concentrated time with Jesus. I bask in His presence. He is the One who declares that He is God with us. When I get this right, all of the other activities and things of the season fall into the right place.

God, forgive me for putting you on the bottom of my list. I pray for a fresh clothing of your Spirit over my life. May I be found in You for in You is fullness of life, fullness of joy. Amen.


Advent 2017

December 3 is the first Sunday of Advent. I want to live in a sense of wonder of what Jesus has for me this Advent season. May my eyes be open to what He is doing in, around and, just maybe, through me. I know I have lessons to learn.

My God …

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With every choice, there is a consequence. Some choices yield great consequences. Play well in the game, and it might be enough to help my team win. Other choices, the less happy ones, give the harsher consequences. Forget to the pay the bill, suffer a fine, maybe even lose the service. Both types of consequences influence, even shape, my behaviour.

[God says,] “… but I will not take my love from him, nor will I ever betray my faithfulness. I will not violate my covenant or alter what my lips have uttered. Once for all, I have sworn by my holiness – and I will not lie to David – that his line will continue forever and his throne endure before me like the sun; it will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky.” Psalm 89: 33-37 (NIV)

“But I’ll never throw them out, never abandon or disown them. Do you think I’d withdraw my holy promise? or take back words I’d already spoken? I’ve given my word, my whole and holy word; do you think I would lie to David? His family tree is here for good, his sovereignty as sure as the sun, Dependable as the phases of the moon, inescapable as weather.” Psalm 89:33-37 (MSG)

I sometimes carry that same consequence thought process into my relationship with God. If I do _____, then God will love me. If I accomplish _____, then He’ll look on me with favour. If I do _____, I might end up in his bad books. With those thoughts running through my head, I’m not living a life with God at all. I’m living in fear of Him, waiting for Him to drop His bigger-than-Thor’s hammer on me.

That’s the not the God I love.

My God is a God of justice. He cannot abide sin in His presence. In love, He gave His people the mandate within which to live their lives. Love God. Love others. (Deuteronomy 6:1-9, Matthew 22:37-40). Because I fall so incredibly far short of that expectation, there had to be a consequence. It was a final one. The payment for my sin was death (Romans 6:23). There’s nothing happy about that at all. My God could have stopped right there. He could have tossed His hands in the air and given up entirely.

Thank goodness He didn’t.

Instead, just like the Psalmist stated, “… I’ll never throw them out, never abandon or disown them” my God sticks with me. (Psalm 89:33 MSG) That’s my God. The One who is always in the rescuing business. The pursuer of my soul. The One who is not satisfied until I am in the proper and right relationship with Him. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to earn this position of His favour. No achievement that is good enough. No good deed that is righteous enough. No gift I can give that is worth enough. The key word is a relationship with Him. He doesn’t want me behind Him. Then I can’t see His face shining loving smiles on me. He doesn’t want me in front of Him. Then I take over and try to be in control and that’s a complete disaster. He wants me to be with Him. Face to face. Close proximity. So close that I feel how much His heart beats for me. With Him is a place of tenderness and security. With Him is to know His love poured bountifully over me. With Him is to rest in the shelter of His arms circled round about me. With Him is to yield my will to His direction because He knows the way far better than I ever will. With Him is to see Him fulfill His promises. As Skye Jethani (2017) recently stated, “Our Lord does not love with an agenda, and He does not love because of who we are. He loves because of who He is.”

That’s my God. The one who keeps His promises. Who wants to be with me. Who loves me. Who. Loves. Me.

Jethani, S. (2017) With God Daily:  Why Jesus Heals [November 6, 2017 Devotional]. Retrieved from

When it all seems discouraging …

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We all have those seasons. The ones where it seems all is going wrong. The ones where it feels as if God has taken off for another town, country, and continent altogether. Those are the seasons when discouragement is close at hand. Despair is knocking on the door.


O Lord, the God who saves me, day and night I cry out before you. May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. Psalm 88: 1-2 (NIV)

God, you’re my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you. Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I’m in. Psalm 88:1-2 (MSG)


I got to the end of Psalm 88. I was waiting for the hopeful moment. I turned the page hoping that the 18th wasn’t the last verse. Typically, the Psalms have a pattern of finishing on a hopeful note. There’s a recognition that while all seems lost, God is still present therefore hope can be found. Psalm 88 bucks the trend. “Darkness is my closest friend,” is not an encouraging way to end. (Psalm 88:18b)

But sometimes life is like this. There are seasons when things don’t go well. There are times of deep discouragement. In others, the physical toll of illness drains a person to the point of despair. God can seem to be very far off in those moments. His presence removed.

I often perceive that a “fix” is evidence of God’s presence. If things go well, He’s there. I know I’m wrong.

God is always present. His presence is not proof that things are going well. Frequently, when things are going well, I completely overlook the evidence of His presence with me. When I’m desperate, He is still there, even though He seems hard to find.

The author of the Psalm does not give up praying to God. Rather, his desperation sends him before God’s throne day and night. In my desperation, I am inclined to give up. My heart gets quickly frustrated by the perception of God’s lack of response. Why pray if nothing changes? I want an answer now. I don’t want to wait. I’m not really interested in the pain of character transformation and shaping. I’d like to learn the lesson, deal with the issue, move on. The faster the better. But the refinement and growth of my soul is a slow process. If I truly learned the lessons God has for me, He would not need to use the gift of His repetition in my life.

Simultaneously, just because I perceive God to be silent does not mean that He is. My God is constantly revealing Himself. His Word reveals His character. Nature speaks to His majesty and creativity. The people around me attest to His love and care. The songs I wake up with each day speak to His personal knowledge of me. He uses other people in my life to remind me of His faithfulness and gentleness. My God isn’t silent.

God refuses to scream at me, demanding my attention! Because He has given me free will, He knows that I will often choose the simple and the expedient over the long term and the arduous. He lets me make those choices. He knows I will experience the consequences of it all. But, in His love, mercy and grace He continues to whisper to my soul, gently drawing me to Himself. With Him there is a stillness. A peace. Hope. Love. It’s easy to miss in the hustle and bustle of life. It’s simple to miss when I am downcast in heart. But it’s there, begging me to come, sit awhile, rest with Him.

Sometimes “darkness is my closest friend.” (Psalm 88:18b) But God is present. He cannot abandon – it’s not in His character. I take comfort in the fact that God has never been scared off by what I think or feel. He is close even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Coming home …

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I’d been away for what felt like forever. Five months in another country was more than I could imagine. The last three weeks were thoroughly enjoyed but there was an internal clock counting down in my head. 21 days ’til I go home. 20 days ’til I go home … Stepping foot into my house, I could hardly believe I was home. Home, that place where I hang my hat. The quiet shelter my heart craves. A place of restoration for my soul.


He has set his foundation on the holy mountain; the Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob. Psalm 87:1-2 (NIV)

He founded Zion on the Holy Mountain – and oh, how God loves his home! Loves it far better than all the homes of Jacob put together! Psalm 87:1-2 (MSG)


My home on earth is a temporary one. It’s mine, right now. But it won’t always be that way. Circumstances will change. What is now my refuge may not be in the future.

I think about how much I love my home and I cannot imagine how much God loves His home. His home is with His people. He desires to be with them and there is no end to the delight of His heart when they do enter into His presence.

There’s nothing like meals around the kitchen table when we’re all home. It’s noisy, lots of stories to share. We jump in on each other, interjecting our thoughts and opinions. But the love and affection we have for each other is evident through teases and tickles, the hugs and the cuddles. Each memory precious!

If this is what my family shares, family time in heaven will be beyond my understanding. The glory of God’s presence will overshadow absolutely everything. It will be magnificent to share heaven with all who have gone before me. Saints gathered around the throne. Voices and accents blended into praise of the One who has made us and adopted us as His sons and daughters. God is there! His holiness and beauty on display for all to see. It will be more than words can express to dwell with Him.

It does not get better than being home!

Chris Tomlin’s Home

A question of character …


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What am I like? What kind of a person am I? Who am I when people watch me? Am I the same person when no one is watching? Character, the ability to demonstrate who I am, the qualities that define me. Given a new situation, changed circumstances, I want the same qualities to shine through.


You are forgiving and good, O Lord, abounding in love to all who call to you. Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord; no deeds can compare with yours. For you are great and do marvellous deeds; you alone are God. But you, O Lord are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Psalm 86: 5, 8, 10, 15 (NIV)


If Psalm 86 were a CV for God, you couldn’t help but be impressed. The list of character qualities used to describe God is lengthy. It’s not just a list, either. Multiple examples are given demonstrating that God not only has the attribute but He’s used it in His interactions with David, the writer. That’s strong evidence. Proof that God has been moving and active in his life.

God is described as One who hears and answers, guards and saves. He is merciful, a joy giver, forgiving, good, and abounding in love. He is the maker, great, and does marvelous deeds. He fulfills specific roles in David’s life. He is a teacher, the One who loves him, and a deliverer. God is compassionate, gracious, slow to anger, and faithful. He is a strength giver, a demonstrator, a helper, and a comforter.

Only someone like my God could have that list of qualities like that created for Him. He is consistent in all He does. Circumstances cannot and will not change who He is. His mood is not affected by how He wakes up in the morning. His personality does not change after He fully wakes up with His morning cup of coffee. He is faithful and true – consistent in who He is.

It would be incredible to have a character quality list like this. It would be even more amazing if I could consistently demonstrate those qualities. Too often, I am blown around by circumstance. My mood can shift faster than I would like. Discouragement can sneak its slimy fingers into my heart. I can lose sight of what God wants for me. But I am so grateful that I have a Father God who loves me deeply. The same character He demonstrated to David He demonstrates to me for God’s character cannot change. God faithfully loved David and He faithfully loves me. He is slow to anger, merciful and gracious to me and I am in constant need of his forgiveness. He continues to teach me His way which is a really good thing because I have not nearly finished learning everything I am meant to learn from Him.

Thank you, God. Thank you for being the amazing God you are. Thank you for never changing, for being so incredibly faithful. Thank you for the love You lavish on me over and over again. I am so grateful to be Your child. Your tender care for me is all over my life. Thank you for all you do. You are my God! Amen.


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It’s still. Quiet. A fan whirrs in an open window. An occasional vehicle drives past. No voices. Just the clicking of keys as words tumble around in my head. It should be easy to listen in a setting like this.


I will listen to what God the Lord will say; he promises peace to his people, his saints – but let them not return to folly. Surely his salvation is near those who fear him, that his glory may dwell in our land. Psalm 85:8-9 (NIV)

I can’t wait to hear what he’ll say. God’s about to pronounce his people well, The holy people he loves so much, so they’ll never again live like fools. See how close his salvation is to those who fear him? Our country is home base for Glory! Psalm 85:8-9 (MSG)


Too often the prayers of my mouth and heart are really busy. I am full of words for God. Much to say, little time to listen. I have to cram it all in. I ramble, adding in words just for their own sake.

I know I miss the point.

Many parts of my day are loud. Every space crammed with noise. Voices. Music. Conversation.

It’s hard to listen well in the middle of noise.

Listen. It means I have to stop talking. I need to slow down the white noise in my head that proves I’m only half-listening. I need to engage with the one who is speaking to me. I can’t be doing something else at the same time. I need to look their direction. I need to focus on what they are saying to me.

If I am this intentional with the ones I work with, shouldn’t I apply the same thing to my relationship with my Heavenly Father?

Stop. The noise. The chatter. The doing. Be still.

Sit in the silence. Listen to the gift the Father has for me.

He speaks. He speaks peace.




Home …

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We all have different definitions of home. I toured some homes this past summer. They were palaces and castles. But they were all family homes. You could see the evidence of the lives of the people who resided there. It felt a little strange to walk in, a complete stranger, and invade their space. The family mementos were on display. Everything from pictures (massive paintings and ordinary photographs), clothing (military dress and shimmering gowns), to letters and keepsakes were out in full view. It felt unusual to walk through – museum or home or both.


How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Psalm 84:1, 2 (NIV)

What a beautiful home, God of the Angel Armies! I’ve always longed to live in a place like this, Always dreamed of a room in your house, where I could sing for joy to God-alive! Psalm 84:1, 2 (MSG)


My Father’s home isn’t meant to be a museum. Museums are places with grand displays. They have valuable artifacts hidden behind glass and rope. My hands are meant to be kept to myself. I’m not to even think about reaching out and touching anything. My Father’s home is the opposite. He desires me to sit down. To make myself comfortable. To come as I am into His presence. He wants me to be so close that I feel His Father heart beating for me! I don’t think He minds if my feet end up on the couch. This is the God who wants me to be with Him.

My Heavenly Father is all about me invading His space all the time. He removed every barrier that existed that might have kept me out of His presence. My God is the One who sent His Son to earth knowing that I could never earn or deserve His favour. When all seemed to fall apart, it turned out more right than could ever have been anticipated. Jesus death was it. I was restored to my God through Jesus shed blood, paying for my sin. At the same time, the curtain which separated the most Holy of places from the rest of the temple, was torn in two – top to bottom. (Matthew 27:51) No human could have made this happen. God was inviting everyone into His presence. All are welcome. He wants me to come in!

He wants me in His presence. He delights to spend time with me. I’m quite sure that in His mind I don’t ever spend enough time with Him – not even close. He wants me to be in constant conversation with Him (Ephesians 6:18). He doesn’t want me to hold anything back. Nothing is a surprise to Him – why would I try to hide it? He is not afraid of my emotion. He yearns for me to be close to Him. I am supposed to take up residency. I am supposed to be right there with Him. It’s not a figment of my imagination. It’s the closest of relationships that my Heavenly Father wants with me.

His dwelling place is lovely! His dwelling place is beautiful! Living in His presence is life! Life more full than I could ever imagine!




Reminders required …

Psalm 83-18

Sometimes it all blurs into one gigantic mess. The day starts out well. Things go smoothly. Everything seems in order and on the right track. Then, suddenly, it veers into complete chaos. Out of control. A mess beyond fixing. Some days are like that.


Let them know that you, whose name is the Lord – that you alone are the Most High over all the earth. Psalm 83:18 (NIV)

Then they’ll learn your name: “God,” the one and only High God on earth. Psalm 83:18 (MSG)


In the middle of my messes, I need reminders of God’s presence. It is so easy to get bogged down in the constancy. The endless list of things that all need to be done. Multiple voices all needing my attention at the same time, each louder than the other. I lose my perspective in those moments. I lose my patience. I lose my sense of peace.

There is a place to come back to. There is peace to be had. There is perspective to be gained. It can be found in the reminder that my God is the Most High. There is no one above Him. He is in charge. He has placed all things under His feet. No one can compete with His power and majesty. He is above all and in all things.

It’s as simple as calling on His name. His name is higher than any other. There is no name like Jesus. Instead of relying on my own ability to right the ship, He is the one who is able to supply peace. I just need to call on Him. Peace for my soul will result in peaceful interactions with others. There is much that can be done when I rely on the strength and power of the Most High.

I need reminders. It is easy to forget. But my God is the One who is holding each part of my life in His hands. He is the Most High. He is the only one who goes by that name. He can be trusted. He will not let me go.



Lost in the shuffle …

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Sometimes it all blurs into one gigantic mess. The day starts out well. Things go smoothly. Everything seems in order and on the right track. Then, suddenly, it veers into complete chaos. Out of control. A mess beyond fixing. Some days are like that.


Let them know that you, whose name is the Lord – that you alone are the Most High over all the earth. Psalm 83:18 (NIV)

Then they’ll learn your name: “God,” the one and only High God on earth. Psalm 83:18 (MSG)


In the middle of my messes, I need reminders of God’s presence. It is so easy to get bogged down in the constancy. The endless list of things that all need to be done. Multiple voices all needing my attention at the same time, each louder than the other. I lose my perspective in those moments. I lose my patience. I lose my sense of peace.

There is a place to come back to. There is peace to be had. There is perspective to be gained. It can be found in the reminder that my God is the Most High. There is no one above Him. He is in charge. He has placed all things under His feet. No one can compete with His power and majesty. He is above all and in all things.

It’s as simple as calling on His name. His name is higher than any other. There is no name like Jesus. Instead of relying on my own ability to right the ship, He is the one who is able to supply peace. I just need to call on Him. Peace for my soul will result in peaceful interactions with others. There is much that can be done when I rely on the strength and power of the Most High.

I need reminders. It is easy to forget. But my God is the One who is holding each part of my life in His hands. He is the Most High. He is the only one who goes by that name. He can be trusted. He will not let me go.



Who do I stand with?

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My attention is scattered much of my day. I’m pulled by a number of different forces. Some in the group are in your face – they want your attention now! One group of people need me to be firm and direct. Another group are needing my sympathy and concern. Still others are looking to blend into the background hoping no one will notice. How do I balance it all? How do I ensure no one is neglected? How do I show those who might wish to be forgotten that they are important and matter?


Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked. Psalm 82:3, 4 (NIV)

You’re here to defend the defenseless, to make sure that underdogs get a fair break; Your job is to stand up for the powerless, and prosecute all those who exploit them. Psalm 82:3, 4 (MSG)


I’m not a magistrate or a lawyer. I would not be much good in a court of law. But those in my care fill a vast spectrum. Some needs are deep and seemingly unending. Others are more superficial and heal quickly. Regardless, of the depth of need, knowing there is someone who stands by your side and advocates for you makes all the difference.

I am called on to be an advocate. I’m asked to be one who steps into the gap in order to meet needs. I need to listen helping to share a burden that is laid before me. My hands are called to move. At times, it’s to right a wrong. Other moments require intervention to mend bridges. There are still other moments when I’m needed to step in to prevent disaster before it shows up on the doorstep. I’m called to share in the times of joy. To cry in the times of sadness and sorrow. To pray because usually divine help is needed.

But when I really think about the needs that I come in contact with, none compare with the truly poor and destitute in the world. I have food in my cupboard. The world’s poorest do not even have a cupboard. I was able to attend school and pursue a post-secondary education. The poor of the world are often illiterate and have no school experience whatsoever. I have a job that pays well. The developing world’s poor are frequently enslaved, working in deplorable conditions because they are owned. I am safe and I can access resources where I will be supported and protected. Those in the developing world are frequently subject to violence that instills fear and reduces their hope to smithereens. I live a life that doesn’t really know true need and desperation.

Can I bring about any change for the world’s poor? Yes. I may never see their faces or personally hear their stories but I can be an advocate right where I am. There are countless organizations who work on behalf of the poor and oppressed to bring education, justice, love and mercy to those who are in need of it most. Each organization can be supported financially. Generous hands can bless others.

I can go. Sometimes the journey cross the world. Sometimes the journey is right outside my front door. If my feet move to help someone, I am advocating on behalf of the poor.

I can have a sensitive heart. The stories of pain and suffering should do more than just tug on my heart strings. My heart should break because I know my Father’s heart breaks too.

I can pray. There is nothing like prayer. Sometimes it is simply groans that only the Father can understand. But I am called to stand in the gap for those who cannot.

I may never know those who benefit from my advocacy. But I cannot ignore the fact that God’s heart beats hard for the poor and the oppressed. My heart should not do less.

A few organizations worth checking out:

Alliance Disaster Response (CMA Canada)

Breakfast Clubs Canada

Classrooms for Africa

Compassion Canada

International Justice Mission

Food for the Hungry

Foundation for His Ministry

Kids on Track

Mercy Ships

Red Cross

Samaritan’s Purse

World Vision


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Sing …

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She sat on my knees as my fingers moved over the piano keys. Her little hands joining mine making more of a racket than any chord progression. But it was music. It thrilled both our hearts. When we started in on a song she knew, the littlest one threw back her head and sang with gusto – some parts louder and more emphatic than others. I was blessed! What fun to make music together.


Sing for joy to God our strength; shout aloud to the God of Jacob! Psalm 81:1 (NIV)

A song to our strong God! A shout to the God of Jacob! Psalm 81:1 (MSG)

I don’t always sing like the littlest one. Some days, it feels hard to sing. Joy seems to have walked out and left the door ajar. On those days, when I need to sing the most, it’s hard to feel as if the words I’m singing are the sincere reflections of my heart. I was listening to a recording of a song and the singer commented that sometimes we need to sing the song until we believe that the words are true. That’s me. I need to sing the song over and over until I am certain the words are true!

There are other times when it’s easy to sing. The words flow. The heart responds. The hands are raised high. I engage. I love those moments. My heart connected with heaven, those are moments of the most wonderful. There’s a piece of heaven revealed. I want those moments to happen more!

Father, You know my heart. You know those moments when joy overflows. Simultaneously, You know when sometimes the words barely get out. Thank you for walking with me in all of those times. I cannot live a single part of life without You walking before me. Thank you for singing over me and giving me songs that lift my heart to Yours. You are good! Amen.

Here’s some of the songs rattling around in my head these days.

Bethel Worship’s King of my Heart

Bethel Worship’s One Thirst

All Sons and Daughters’ Rising Sun

Phil Wickam’s Your Love Awakens Me

Chris Tomlin’s Impossible Things

His name …

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There’s power in a face, an eyebrow even more specifically. When the eyebrow lifts a certain way, you know you really should have stopped much sooner! Add on that certain tone of voice that tells you, “You’ve stepped in it and consequences will follow!” As if the message wasn’t clear enough, sometimes a middle name gets added into the equation. Then you really know – that’s it, there is no doubt you went too far!


Restore us, O God; make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved. Restore us, O God Almighty; make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved. Restore us, O Lord God Almighty; make your face shine upon us, that we may be saved. Psalm 80:3, 7, 19 (NIV, emphasis mine)

God, come back! Smile your blessing smile:  That will be our salvation. God of the Angel Armies, come back! Smile your blessing smile:  That will be our salvation. God, God of the Angel Armies, come back! Smile your blessing smile:  That will be our salvation. Psalm 80:3, 7, 19 (MSG)


Repetition is always an eye-catcher. The same thing multiple times means I should really pay attention. There’s a desperation in the repetition. Restore us, make your face shine on us, save us.

Restore. I usually think of a decrepit house. Overgrown front yard. Glass missing in the windows, rotten floorboards throughout. God’s not interested in a building. He’s interested in the relationship He has with me. The plea in these verses is for the restoration of God’s people. People who had wandered far from Him. People who had gotten so distracted in all of the doing that they had let their relationship slide. People who were now experiencing the consequences of the fracturing of the relationship. It’s not just the people of Israel who need a restored relationship with God. I need it – often.

Restore. In order for the relationship between God and His people to be restored, there was a need for confession. “I’m sorry for …” So often in my relationships with others, I need to be so much faster to say “I’m sorry for …” Stopping at the end of “I’m sorry” is not enough. I need to own my wrong, to truly admit what I have done that injured the person who is in relationship with me. I crave forgiveness but that does not mean that the relationship has not be changed dramatically because of my sin.

But what has drawn me to these verses is the variation on God’s name. God. God Almighty. Lord God Almighty.

God – the One who is in charge of all. The Creator and Maker of all. The One who made me is the only one who is able to restore me back to a full relationship with Him after I have confessed my need of Him.

God Almighty – the God of hosts. The God who is sovereign over all. The One who has all power and everything is under His feet. The One who sits enthroned. This is the God who also goes into the battle with me. He knows the foe I am up against. He knows that the battle for my soul is ongoing. He knows that I will fail and He is the only One who has the power to act on my behalf. His restoration after my confession is full. He fights with me. He fights for me.

Lord God Almighty – Not only is my God in charge of the world He has made. Not only is He sovereign. He desires a relationship with His creation especially with His people. He has bound Himself to what He has made by entering into covenant relationship with His people. He is worthy of all of my worship and adoration.

How amazing to be able to call on this God and ask for His restoring work and power to be acted on in my life! For Him to look my way – unbelievable. For Him to smile at me – takes my breath away. For Him to save me – to restore me to the closeness of His side – beyond my understanding. It would make so much more sense for God to only be a God of justice who cannot abide sin. It would be so much easier for Him to be the God who sees me miss the mark and then abandon me in my failure. But His grace and mercy continue to flow right alongside His justice. Therefore, in my confession I am restored into right relationship with Him and I am the recipient of His blessing and favour.

God, thank you for all of your names. They show again your character and Your majesty. Thank you for not giving me what my sin deserves. Thank you that in your righteousness, you have provided a way for me to be restored through the shedding of Jesus blood on the cross for me. Thank you for being all powerful and just while simultaneously restoring me to yourself. I am grateful beyond measure. Amen.


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For the sake of Your name …

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I wish my name was less well known. Throughout a day, it’s said more times than I wish. Usually, I’m in the middle of one task when my name is called. The task I was concentrating on must be finished. Some things must be finished out of necessity. As my name is called, I’ve started to reply “Can only do one thing at a time.” Multi-tasking may be a lauded skill, but if I’m really going to help and truly understand, then I need to give the speaker my full attention.


Do not hold against us the sins of the fathers; may your mercy come quickly to meet us, for we are in desperate need. Help us, O God our Savior, for the glory of your name; deliver us and forgive our sins for your name’s sake. Psalm 79: 8-9 (NIV)

Don’t blame us for the sins of our parents. Hurry up and help us; we’re at the end of our rope. You’re famous for helping; God, give us a break. Your reputation is on the line. Pull us out of this mess, forgive our sins – do what you’re famous for doing! Psalm 79:8-9 (MSG)


I can only imagine how often God hears His name in a day. The pleas of His people around the world rise to Him constantly. They are desperate. They are in need of a solution. They desire a God who is close. One who intervenes. One who listens intently. One who moves.

Unlike me, God doesn’t mind hearing His name being called on constantly. It’s quite the opposite. He desires me to enter His presence boldly approaching His throne (Hebrews 4:16). He declares Himself to be the strong tower that I can run to for safety (Psalm 61:3). He wants me to pray continually (I Thessalonians 6:16-18). He wants me to pray about everything – the joys, the struggles, the so-so moments – He wants to know about all of it (Ephesians 6:18). He doesn’t grow weary and He understands in ways that I never can (Isaiah 40:28). He listens to the cries of His people and He knows the struggles of our hearts.

It may feel like God’s not up to much. How can He pay attention to my needs and requests when He is listening to so many others? But He does. I can’t explain it. I only know that my God hears me and every answer to prayer that I know about is a reminder of His faithfulness. Those moments when it feels like He’s not doing anything, also have His presence tinged all over them. I may not be able to see it, but my God is intensely involved in my life and I’m so grateful for it. I’m in desperate need of His forgiveness. I cannot live without His mercy. His grace, it abounds over me in ways I cannot understand. I am grateful beyond words.

But God hears His name other ways too. He is cursed. His name is used profanely. He’s sworn with and at. His name is derided. He is seen to be far off, uninvolved, uncaring. He is scorned.

I know His heart breaks. The ones He made have a long history of rejecting Him. But He desires that every person know Him and live in relationship with Him. He does not want one person to spend eternity separated from Him.

But He gives me a choice. He will not make the choice for me. I can choose to follow Him or I can choose to turn my back and reject Him. He lets me live with the consequences of that choice – an eternity of His presence or an eternity of separation.

It all comes back to His name. What do I choose to do with God’s name? I’ve chosen to make His name the Name that is lifted high.

Father God, your name is precious and holy. A name that is above all other names. Thank you for being the Name that I can call, the Name I can run to, the Name that is sure and true. As I live, would I bring praise and glory Your name. Amen.



He is merciful …


The wind was howling outside my windows on the night that I wrote this. What few leaves were left on the trees surely were blown far away from the tree they grew on. We’re left with stark branches announcing that we are definitely in the season of autumn. Winter is only a breath away.


Yet he was merciful; he forgave their iniquities and did not destroy them. Time after time he restrained his anger and did not stir up his full wrath. He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return. Psalm 78:38-39 (NIV)

And God? Compassionate! Forgave the sin! Didn’t destroy! Over and over he reined in his anger, restrained his considerable wrath. He knew what they were made of; he knew there wasn’t much to them  Psalm 78:38-39 (MSG)


Psalm 78 is a recounting of the history of the people of Israel. It includes lists of the choices they made. Some were good. Others, were definitely bad. There’s a list of miracles they saw performed. All were amazing. But the people forgot. There’s a list of the tribes of Israel. Some followed close to God. Others wandered away.

I’m not that different from the people of Israel. I make good and bad choices. I experience the consequences. I’ve seen God’s hand all around me – in my life and the lives of others. My memory is short. I forget these moments of divine intervention easily. At times, I walk closely with God. Other times, I deliberately turn my back on him.

I’m so grateful that my God is merciful to me. If He was a God who kept a tally sheet of my sins and the good things I do, my sin tally would be longer than the piece of paper He was recording it on. But He doesn’t destroy me. I experience the results of my choices. But I am not abandoned. I’m not ground into the dust. I am so grateful that God does not unleash the power of His anger on me. That would be scary beyond my understanding.

My God understands the fragility of my life. One moment all is going well. The next moment there is massive life change. God understands that I will try to follow Him, but I will fall short of His glory. I sin. Knowing all of this about me, God knew that I needed a Savior. One who would pay the price for me. Take the punishment my sin deserved. He sent Jesus, His Son, to put on the same frail flesh that is humanity. He left the expanse of eternity and subjected Himself to time. He left the strength, beauty and glory of the presence of God the Father and became a vulnerable baby – all weakness and need. He left heaven and moved into the neighbourhood with all that is common. All done out of love. All done out of a desire to redeem. All done because there is absolutely nothing I can do to be sin-less. Not only did He put on flesh, but Jesus suffered the shame and degradation of a cross. The punishment my sin deserved was death. My death. Jesus took my place. The most expensive transaction of my fleeting life was that Jesus took my place and suffered my shame so that I might experience His mercy and grace.

Yes, the wind howls. Yes, my life is brief. Yes, winter is coming. But Jesus steps into the gap. He took on frailty that I might have relationship with Him. He took on weakness that I might one day stand before the Father fully redeemed, made new. Once a day is lived it cannot be lived again. But Jesus is my access to the Father. Through Him there is all mercy. There is all grace! Praise be to God for His gift – Jesus!

The wound that needs to heal …

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I was met at the door of my cabin with a wound that was beyond my volunteer pay grade. Immediately, I recommended that a real nurse and a real doctor should take a look at that. Some serious medical follow-up was indeed required. Lancing, medication (of the good sleep variety), time, latex gloves, packing and Polysporin all became part of the healing process.


When I was in distress I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted. Psalm 77:2 (NIV) 

I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal. Psalm 77:2 (MSG)


Asaph, the writer of this Psalm, was a man who had his share of troubles. He lost sleep over the problems plaguing his heart. He aired out his thoughts to God. He held nothing back. Clearly, he suffered great distress over the circumstances that he was living through.

I take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in the struggles of life. There is no person who does not experience hardship of some sort. It may be health scare. Finances boom and bust. Job security seems to be fleeting. Getting a job can be trouble all on its own. There are crises of heart and mind. Mental health and resilience are tough to come by. Around every turn there seems to be some challenge waiting to present itself.

But I love the first part of the verse. “When I was in distress, I sought the Lord…” The verse doesn’t say “on the off chance that something doesn’t quite work out.” Instead, hardships and stress are acknowledged as a part of living. But there is a degree of hope that is evident straight away “… I sought the Lord.” The answer did not come instantly. (I would love it if answers came much more quickly than they do.) But there is a long term looking that the word “sought” implies.

It’s not that God has hidden Himself off somewhere and He’s not paying attention. It’s the reality that seeing God in the middle of the trials of life is hard to do. My attention can be so easily diverted. I often attempt to solve the crisis on my own. I sometimes listen to bad advice that is offered. I believe lies about God’s faithfulness and His care of me. I get so bogged down in the circumstance and the details that I cannot find my way out. I lose sight. I sometimes just stop looking.

But God is still there. Throughout the rest of Psalm 77, Asaph continues to bare his soul and then abruptly he shifts gears to a time of remembering the goodness of his God. I need that same reminder. My circumstance may not change. But God’s presence, that’s over every single part of my life. He is unshakable and He will not let me go. I might not be the most observant person in the thick of the crisis, but I know that God cannot abandon me. If I continue to seek Him in the middle of the wounds that will not heal, I know that I will find Him. He is with me, closer than the air I breathe.

A promise kept …

Psalm 76-11a


I don’t really like promises. I mean, I like idea of promises, but I don’t. I have had those moments where someone’s said, “Promise not to tell,” and a moment later it’s spilling out of my mouth. I’ve also heard someone say, “I promise it’ll be ready tomorrow,” and it wasn’t. I’ve been asked to promise, “You’ll do this, right?” but it felt wrong to follow through.

Promises feel constraining. I have to do this. No really. I. Have. To. Do. This. There’s a level of pressure attached.

Promises build up all sorts of hope in the receiver. This person really will follow through. They will do what they said. They will fulfill the commitment. Hope is attached. They promised.

The problem is that tons of promises get broken. Some are small. The deadline is broken. The assignment unfulfilled. But there are bigger promises broken too. A loan is defaulted on. A marriage is tested and tried. A contract is nullified.


Make vows to the Lord your God and fulfill them; Psalm 76:11a (NIV) 

Do for God what you said you’d do – he is, after all, your God. Psalm 76:11a (MSG)


All of those promises are big. The contract. The assignment. The marriage. These are all huge commitments that I will do what I say I will do. There should be weight behind them. There should be the right kind of pressure to fulfill what has been asked of me. This is good.

Promises to God – those are even weightier. Promises to be faithful. Promises to be generous. Promises to live my life worthy of the calling He’s placed on me. Promises to live with integrity. These are significant promises in my world. These promises matter.

But I am sometimes glib with God. “It’ll be okay if I’m a little lax with them, won’t it?” my heart says on occasion. With that little slip, it’s often a crash course into seldom fulfilled promises.

But if I treat promises with others as a big deal and something I must fulfill, doesn’t the same apply to the Maker of the universe? In fact, shouldn’t I fulfill my promise to Him before I fulfill any others? I know the right answer is Yes, of course! So, why don’t I fulfill my promise to Him? I’ve got excuses but they’re weak. A promise spoken to someone I can see feels more real than the one spoken to Him that I cannot see. The deadline must be met. God can surely wait. No excuse is ever good enough. It doesn’t justify my actions. Rather it reveals the wavering of my heart. Am I as truly committed to Him as I say I am? Do my actions and words convey the depth of affection to Him?

I deeply value a promise kept. In fact, I hesitate to ever promise anything because I don’t want to be known as a promise breaker.

I know my God values promises made to Him even more than I can understand. How much more should my promises to Him matter? How much more should those promises be the first ones kept?

God, forgive me for the times when I promise and then I don’t follow through. I pray for a faithful heart. One that truly commits to You. One that stands firm because I have made a promise to You. Thank you for Your love. Thank you for not holding my broken promises against me. Thank you that You are the One who forgives and forgets. May I be the child of Yours that You have called me to be. Amen.

The Name that is close …

Psalm 75-1

She snuggles right in. Reading a book is one of her favourite things to do. She’s got her favourite chair and her favourite book. If she doesn’t feel like she’s quite close enough, she’ll scoot herself in deeper so she’s perfectly nestled in the crook of your arm. Then she’s ready for the book to be read. And it’s the same book over and over again. She never tires of it. Presented with other options, she always returns to the one she loves. She can’t get enough of it.


We give thanks to you, O God, we give thanks for your Name is near; men tell of your wonderful deeds. Psalm 75:1 (NIV)

We thank you, God, we thank you – your Name is our favourite word, your mighty works are all we talk about. Psalm 75:1 (MSG)


God’s Name is near. His presence is near. He is a favourite.

I often live as if He is far off. Like He is distant. Like He is less interested in what is going on in my life.

Living with the thought that God is far away is a lie. He is closer than the air that I breathe. He is Immanuel – God with us. He’s not just with us at Christmas, either. All year. Every day – God is with us.

Do I scoot right into His presence, tucking myself close in His embrace? Do I bring out my favourites to share with Him? Do I delight in being with Him? Do I pay attention to what He’s up to? Do we talk about what I see Him doing in the world? Do I still my lips? Do I listen to what He has to say? Do I hear His heartbeat? Do I experience afresh His love?

I think my life would be different if I did those things. I think I would be less worried about my wants if my gaze was aligned with His. I think I would be less consumed with petty grievances. I think my heart would break for the things that are breaking His. I think it would be easier to be still because His presence is always enough. I think it would be easy to worship deeply because there is no way I can ever express the glory due His name. I think I would overflow with gratitude and thanks because He has done for me than I have words.

God, forgive me living as if You are a long way away. Open my eyes so that I might see what You are up to and where You are moving. May my lips always be ready to tell of all of the amazing things You have done for me. Your name is great and most worthy of my honour and praise. Amen.

For those times when I’m a lot like a sheep …



It was the moment I knew would come. There was the drip, drip, drip of some poor choices and a consequence of some magnitude was not far away. The standard of behaviour was well known. There really wasn’t an excuse. But there was that desire, a need, to test the waters. What will happen if ___?


Why have you rejected us forever, O God? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture? Psalm 74:1 (NIV)

You walked off and left us, and never looked back. God, how could you do that? We’re your very own sheep; how can you stomp off in anger? Psalm 74:1 (MSG)


I do the very same thing with my Heavenly Father sometimes. I make choices that are not His plan and desire for me. They might be choices that don’t seem to matter a whole lot on the surface. But when it comes to the obedience of my heart, the choices matter in a huge way. Once the choice is made and acted on its impossible to undo. I wish life had an undo button but it doesn’t.

Then I experience the love and care of my Father. It doesn’t really feel like it in that moment. But it is a loving Heavenly Father who lets me experience the results, even fallout, of my choices. I imagine He shrugs His shoulders while thinking “This is what you chose.” In my moment of sheep-ness, I get to live with the results.

I know God has a better plan. I know His way is perfect. So why, why do I make choices that completely flaunt His knowledge? Why do I choose my own way which often leads me to places I don’t even want to be?

My God gives me the choice. I can choose to walk in His way. It’s a narrow road. It’s twisty and unusual. Not many people are on the road with me. Or I can choose the wide road. There’s lots of people here. It feels comfortable, even good. It seems to be smooth, few bumps on this road. But it’s a road that doesn’t lead me where I would really like to be. It’s a road that leads me to destruction. (Matthew 7:13, 14)

Has God really rejected me? No. He is very present. But He knows how much of a sheep I am. I need to be listening constantly for His voice. A good sheep knows His shepherd’s voice. I need His tender care and protection. The shepherd leads His flock to places of good pasture and still water. I need His attention because I easily find myself in places where I wasn’t meant to be. The shepherd is constantly looking at His flock to help protect them against predators, pests and disease. Sometimes, this all seems invasive – I can do this on my own. But, I am really desperate to have the Good Shepherd care for me. I make better choices when I consider Him. I live more fulfilled when He is in control. He may be moving quietly, but my God is the One who calls my name and His love is more than I can ever fathom.

A good Father?

Psalm 73-1-2

The questions come in the strangest moments, when I am least prepared to answer. Why are you _____? There’s a number of possibilities that fill in the blank. Single, travelling on your own, still teaching … There’s usually a facial expression on the ask-er’s face too that’s a mixture of bewilderment and pity. Sometimes the expression is harder to deal with than the question.


Surely God is good to Israel, to those who are pure in heart. But as for me, my feet had almost slipped; I had nearly lost my foothold. For I envied the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. Psalm 73:1-3 (NIV)

No doubt about it! God is good – good to good people, good to the good-hearted. But I nearly missed it, missed seeing his goodness. I was looking the other way, looking up to the people at the top … Psalm 73:1-3 (MSG)

God is truly good to Israel, to those who have pure hearts. But I had almost stopped believing this truth. I had almost lost my faith because I was jealous of proud people. I saw wicked people doing well. Psalm 73:1-3 (ICB)


It’s frequently been those questions that have lead me down the rabbit trail of doubt. Frankly, in my life, that’s no rabbit trail. It’s been paved over with asphalt because I’ve walked it so often. Doubts about my marital status. Doubts about the wisdom of choices I have made. Doubts about whether I should do something or not. Doubts about risk taking. The doubt list is actually longer than I would like.


And then there’s the doubts about God that sneak in on the quietest of feet. Those doubts are more dangerous than anything else. They’re insipid, sneaking into the corners of my mind and heart and then burrowing in with porcupine hooks. Removing them is more difficult than I had anticipated.

Doubting my God’s goodness. That’s been something I’ve done wholeheartedly. There are prayers I’ve been praying my whole life that have still gone unanswered. Those are the prayers that have brought tears to my eyes. I’ve held them up to the Father’s throne and tagged “ifs” on them. God, if you do _____, then I will know you are good. God, if you do _____, then I will see you are faithful. God, if you do _____, then I will know you love and bless me. The “ifs” linger still and brought trouble with them. I bought into the lie that because God didn’t answer my prayers the way I wanted that He is not good, to me, anyway. I have believed that his faithfulness is only extended to some. I have questioned and doubted His love and blessing in my life. These are my porcupine quill doubts.

But God is gracious and God is good. He is not limited by my doubts. He is not constrained by my “ifs.” If I look back, truly looking at the experiences of my life, I see His goodness written all over it. His faithfulness is more than I can measure. His love and mercy have washed over me again and again. He has shown Himself to me in crashing waves and peaceful seas, quiet cathedrals and park benches. His presence, constant and true, has been the pliers that have removed the doubt quills from my heart.

God, too often I’ve almost missed your goodness. I choose to look to You, Jesus, because Your character does not change. I ask You to open my eyes to make me aware of where You are moving in my life. I pray for attentiveness to see what You are doing to recognize that Your goodness and faithfulness reaches me again and again. You are a good Father and I am so blessed to be Your child. Amen.

Chris Tomlin’s Good Good Father

A legacy passed on …

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They are mine and yet they are not. Twenty-nine little ones are in front of me every school day. Sometimes they exasperate. Sometimes they are endearing. There are hugs and daily fist bumps. We talk about good things – what’s gone well today? We talk about hard things – why did you let the aliens invade? All along the way there is learning to be done. English, Math, Bible, Science, Social … all with lessons to learn and mastery to develop.


Endow the king with your justice, O God, the royal son with your righteousness. Psalm 72:1 (NIV)

Give the gift of wise rule to the king, O God, the gift of just rule to the crown prince. Psalm 72:1 (MSG)

Give the king your good judgement and the king’s son your goodness. Psalm 72:1 (ICB)


But that’s not all I want for them. Every year, I pray for these twenty-nine hearts that are mine for those ten months. While I want them to grasp the material that they are being taught, there are bigger lessons than that for all of us. I want them to see Jesus. I want them to know Him better. I want them to see the answers to prayer. I want them to ask their questions. I want them to wonder about Him. I want them to be blown away by His goodness and majesty.

I want them to love Him deeper. I pray that they will develop a love of Jesus that is the deepest passion of their hearts. A love that experiences His love for them. A love that endures, that weathers the storms of life. A love that is confident that Jesus deeply loves them.

I want their worship to ring out louder. For their praises to ring out in my classroom. Praise that cannot be contained because it is too overwhelming for words. I want them to experience the passion of living life with Jesus.

I want the tough experiences too. The times where we all wonder what God is up to. The times that hurt our hearts and hopefully make us lean into God more than we have before. I want the times that make our hearts burn because it doesn’t seem fair and we are not totally sure where God is in the middle of it. I want those moments because they spur us into discovery and sometimes prompt our feet into action. Those moments test our faith and our love. I pray for faith that relies on the One who will always be there. He cannot be shaken.

As I read Psalm 72:1, my head and my heart pray it this way for my learners – “Give the [teacher] your good judgement and the [teacher’s students] your goodness.” (ICB, bracketed words mine) We have much to experience this year. Some will be remembered. Most will be forgotten. But my heart’s cry is for my students to know Jesus better and love Him more. If that occurs, I will be blessed beyond measure.

Jesus, move powerfully. You are the true words of life. You are the One who equips us for every good work that You have planned in advance for us to do. Would you move and shape in such a way that we look more like You, sound more like You and join You in the adventures You have planned for us. Open our ears to hear what you are up to. Then we will become the people You have called us to be. Amen.

The story never gets old


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She is 95. One who once was spry is no longer. The sharp memory is fading. She was an avid reader, but with fading eyesight, God’s Word is the only book she is reading now. The longing to know Jesus – that’s still there. The desire to know Him better – that’s still pursued.


Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come. Psalm 71:18 (NIV)

I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray. God, don’t walk off and leave me until I get out the news of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come, Psalm 71:18 (MSG)


The stories of the past, the stories of God’s faithfulness, those are stories I love to hear. Those are stories I need to hear. They are reminders to me that God is present. He is moving and active. He is deeply involved and His care and passion are on display in the lives of people around me.

The stories of faith challenge my faith. What do I believe about God? Where do I see His hand moving? What kinds of things do I lay before the throne? Am I bringing Him my burdens?

The stories of faith help my faith to grow. They cause it to be stretched. They help me listen with new ears. What is God up to? Where is He moving? Am I joining Him in what He is doing?

The stories of faith spur me on to action. I cannot hear them and not be moved. As the tears roll down my face, I am reminded that my faith is not finished its development. There is more to learn about my God. There is more to experience about Him and with Him. There is more to love about Him. I do not know Him as well as I want to. My faith is not finished its stretching and growing. He’s not finished with me!

The stories of faith remind me that I have stories to share too. God’s taken me on journeys. Some have felt winding and never ending. Some have been fast paced and gone by too fast. Others are slow and plodding with steady progress in one direction. Some have felt like I have been in no-man’s-land. But each story of my faith is one that reminds me that I have a God who is with me. My God is the One who holds me close. My God is the One who has walked every journey with me.

I have a story to tell. A story of my God who walks with me all the days of my life.

Hunting after God


I sat in the dark. A full moon overhead. All was silent. I hadn’t anticipated sitting in a blind in the dark but I had been invited on a hunt and it was an experience I wasn’t going to miss. The wild boars came. All brave and snorting, gorging themselves on the food. But then in tromped the porcupines and the boars scattered. It wasn’t a fair challenge. No boar was willing to risk the outcome. Vicious quills were no match for tender snouts! It was quite the sight to behold. No animals were harmed on my adventure.


But may all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you; may those who love your salvation always say, “Let God be exalted!” Psalm 70:4 (NIV)

Let those on the hunt for you sing and celebrate. Let all who love your saving way say over and over, “God is mighty!” Psalm 70:4 (MSG)


Do I hunt after God? Do I pursue Him? Do I make finding Him and growing in Him the highest priority in my life?

I think the answer to that is sometimes.

Sometimes I do hunt for Him. I’m convinced that He’s not where I saw Him last and He hasn’t been close to me, so I best go and find Him. It’s moments of desperation when I search, eager to see Him, urgently wanting to know His presence and His touch.

Other times, I’m happy to sit in my place, content and too often complacent with how things are in my life. I’m okay. God’s okay, so why shake the boat? We’re each in our places and all seems fine. But is it?

Sometimes I really do hunt after God. It’s not because I’m in a place of desperation. But it’s because I really want to spend time with Him. I really do want to invest in our relationship. I value that closeness and the comfort of His presence and so I pursue Him.

Lord, I confess that I’m not always pursuing my relationship with You. Too often I am complacent. Forgive me for being satisfied with the status quo. I ask for a heart that longs for You. A heart that pursues You. A heart that is passionate for You. A heart that longs for Your presence. I desire to be deeply known by You. Thank you for being the God who pursues me in love and kindness. I am so grateful to be loved and known by You. Amen.

The One who Saves

God, answer in love! Answer with your sure salvation!


But I pray to you, O Lord, in the time of your favour; in your great love, O God, answer me with your sure salvation. Psalm 69:13 (NIV)

God, answer in love! Answer with your sure salvation! Psalm 69:13 (MSG)

But I pray to you, Lord. I pray that you will accept me. God, because of your great love, answer me. You are truly able to save. Psalm 69:13 (ICB)


We celebrated again this past weekend. A tiny wafer. A cup of juice. Elements helping me remember the body and blood of my Lord Jesus Christ. Broken and bleeding for me. Taking my place. Suffering my guilt and shame. All sacrificed in love. All given because I was far away and could do nothing on my own to be close to God.

At some point, every person has tried something to reach God. Good works. Living a good life. Living a moral life. Being generous. The list could go on and on.

But all of it, while it may be good on its own, can do nothing about the problem of my sin. Yes, I sin. I completely miss the mark. My attitude gets in the way. I rebel in some way. I offend and hurt others. It’s all sin. It’s all missing the mark of God’s perfection. Sin tarnishes everything it touches. And unlike a polishing cloth removing the tarnish on silver, I can’t just wipe it off my record.

Only my God can truly restore. His polishing cloth was His Son. The only One who was sinless. The only One who was perfect. The only One who could bear the weight of every wrong I have ever done. He carried the load and suffered the most horrid death imaginable – a cross. He went in obedience. He knew that the suffering would be intense. He knew that it would mean separation from His Father. They had never been apart – Father, Son and Spirit – and when He carried the weight of the sin of the world, the Father could not look at Him anymore. That is lonely!

But God in His mercy and grace looked at the sacrifice of His Son and was satisfied that the penalty was paid. It was enough. It was finished. Salvation was bought with the sacrifice of the One who was perfect. What a costly redemption!

When the Father now looks at me, He sees that the penalty has been paid. He desires that I live in right relationship with Him. Confessing my sin to Him is part of the transaction. But His forgiveness is right there. Meeting me at the point of my need. His memory of my sin – that’s a short memory. He chooses forgiveness. He wipes the sin away. It’s gone, forgiven, finished.

I am so in need of salvation! I cannot do life on my own. I’m so grateful that when I call out, and it’s often, my God is right there. He reaches out to me. He is the One who comes near. He is truly able to save!


God gives the lonely a home

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God sets the lonely in families, Psalm 68:6a (NIV) 

God gives the lonely a home. Psalm 68:6a (ICB)


I’d been in this country before. I’d travelled all around visiting a whole host of teachers and principals and their schools. But I’d never lived there. I really didn’t think I would live there. But God wasn’t subtle about His call on my life to go live on the other side of the world for a period of time. When God speaks, it is really best to obey. So, I packed my bags and prepared my very unsure heart for the adventure He had me on.

In some ways, it was exactly what I thought it would be. I was challenged. I was out of my comfort zone. I was uncertain. God was very present.

In other ways, it was exactly unlike what I anticipated. I thought I knew where I would be living. But, circumstances beyond my control completely changed the plans. Little did I know that the plans changing was exactly what my heart needed.

Instead of a quiet basement suite, I was plunked into a family. And it was perfect. They welcomed me with open arms. They made me one of their own. They told me Sunday night supper was “feed your face” meaning I needed to fend for myself and make my own meal. They stole my peanut butter and honey sandwiches. They wrote in my journal. They stormed into my room. They teased me. They laughed at me when I was cold. They wanted to see my pictures and listen to my music. They made all sorts of musical racket with me. They hunted me down if I wasn’t joining in on what they were up to. They took me to their friend’s homes. They loved on me when I was lonely. They listened to my stories about home. They helped explain my current surroundings. They became my family! I love them dearly!

We haven’t seen each other for a really long time. But every time I read Psalm 68:6a, I am reminded of God’s perfect provision for my life. Had I lived in the basement suite, I would have been so lonely. Instead, God surrounded me with the family He knew I needed. And I am grateful beyond words. He knew what I needed – a family! I’ve got a family this side and one on the other side of the world. Both of my families have been God’s gift to me. I cannot imagine my life without all of you in it! I love you more than words can say!


May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us,

I am amazed at the blessing of God in my life. There are more blessings than I can start to list off. God. Family. Friends. Health. Career. Community. Fun. Curling. Music. Writing. Travel. Photos. Memories. The list may start here but by no means is this the end. I have more blessings spilling out of my hands than I can possibly list.


May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us Psalm 67:1 (NIV) 

God, mark us with grace and blessing! Smile! Psalm 67:1 (MSG)


But, I am often reminded that the blessing of God in my life is not always tangible. Some of the blessings He has for me are ones I know nothing of in the moment. In fact, there are times when I am not sure He is even blessing me right then.

I think that if I was able to see all of the blessings that God is constantly pouring out into my life, I would not be the person He has designed me to be. Any shred of humility I may have developed would be sacrificed in a moment of gloating. Any thought of thankfulness might be consumed in a belief that I’ve done something to earn it.

I can’t earn the blessing of the Lord in my life. Nothing I could do would ever be enough to merit his favour. Instead He lavishly pours out blessings on me – over and over again. I am more loved than I can understand and more blessed than I will ever fully know.

God, forgive me for all the times when I forget to be thankful. You have provided so richly in so many ways in my life. May my heart be one that overflows with a constant outpouring of gratitude to You. You are my provision and every blessing that is in my life is a gift from Your hand. May my life reflect Your generosity, mercy and grace to me.