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Friday, January 10, 2020

Inspired by . . . Taking Him at His word



Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28‭-‬30 NKJV

What if 2020 is the year of REST?

Most of you will simply dismiss this outrageous statement out of hand. But for some, the words will strike a chord deep within.

R E S T

The very word spoken upon a lingering sigh is like a glimpse of heaven.

For some of us, a day of rest is hardly achievable, let alone an entire year.

But what is we took Him at His word. Even more, what if we learned to obey His word?

Come to Me.

He calls us all into His rest. How we get there will look different for each of us.

I believe He wants this for each of us and that, if we ask Him, He will teach us to fan the single chords of desire into a full song that will permeate every aspect of our lives.

Let us not be like there Israelites who refused His rest! 
Thus says the Lord : “Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ Jeremiah 6:16 NKJV
Rather, may we heed the voice that says, "This is the way; follow it."

Blessings,

Monday, January 6, 2020

Inspired by . . . bearing gifts




The child's laughter was the first sound our weary bodies heard as we ducked and entered the clay dwelling. How different this place was from our mighty palaces made of stone!

His play turned quiet as we spoke with his parents in hushed tones.
They, too, had seen the great star in the west and wondered.

His father confirmed the date of his birth. This child- king whom we had come to worship.

He came obediently to his mother's call.

As he stood before us it seemed, for a moment, that all the light of the world originated from within him. And then he was a child again but not just a child, a King and we bowed low in his presence.

I worried that our gifts would seem strange to him, a child. Yet he touched each one reverently, almost with deep sadness.

His parents said little. Thanking us simply and offering lodging as the heady scent of our gifts filled the room.

The three of us awoke the next morning from a terrible dream! We knew at once we must return to our lands by a different route and avoid returning to Jerusalem.

The child, when we found him, was with the camels. Those ornery creatures actually kneeled for once and allowed us to mount!

I could feel the child's eyes on us as we rode away.

Truth be told, his gaze never left me. I felt His presence for the rest of my life.

Shalom,








Sunday, January 5, 2020




“I am the God of your father—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look upon God. Ex 3:6

How many depictions of Baby Jesus' face have you gazed into this Christmas? Did you feel anything of the holy hush? or the wonder of the wisemen?

Moses knew God's presence better than anyone but when he first encountered God he "hid his face, for he was afraid to look upon God."

What about us? are we afraid to look at God?

I find it interesting that by the time Moses returns to the 'mountain of God' in Exodus 33 he is boldly praying to see God's glory.
So the Lord said to Moses, “I will also do this thing that you have spoken; for you have found grace in My sight, and I know you by name.” And he said, “Please, show me Your glory.”
This man who was hiding with his father-in-laws sheep in Ex 3 is the same man who, "By faith he left Egypt, with no fear of the king's anger; for he was resolute, as one who saw the invisible God." (Heb 11:27)

Moses' life changed when he encountered the living God.

What about us? have we encountered the living God?

We're not afraid to look into the face of baby Jesus. But does the truth of Who He IS then take us to the reverent fear, the awareness of our sin that causes us to hide our face? Does it bring us, by faith, to an encounter with the invisible God and to our knees in worship?

Or do we leave Him lying in the manger?

Shalom,