My spirit echoed through the days, "Let the weak say I am strong, Let the Poor say I am rich & Let the sick say I am Whole." The past weeks of trials lead to tribulation, my younger sister was hospitalized, my work was in huge confusion, and warfare came to the whole family as my mum the last in the family finally was baptized. Total salvation, how bless we are Halleluiah, His grace deeply rooted in us! I hold onto the truth where in 2nd Timothy, 2:1 says, "You therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus'. [NASB] His grace delivered the family, the fiasco, nights of worries, days of pain...
"Suffer hardship with me, as a good soldier of Christ Jesus." 2 Timothy 2:3 [NASB] we are known to be the good soldier where tribulation built upon our perseverance. "Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted." 2 Timothy 3:12 [NASB]. Therefore Rejoice even in persecution Amen?!
His foot planted on the serpent's head, Jesus speaks loudly enough that His words echo off all walls in our life. "I am the resurrection & the life, he who believes in me will live, even though he dies; & whoever lives & believes in me will never die." [John 11:25] Do your 'Dare' to believe in this? Too good to be true?...The struggle. The snake. The lie. The enticement. Heart torn, lured. Soul drawn to pleasure, to independence, to importance. Inner agony. Whose will? The choice...
Through the weeks, miracles surfaced, Jesus unfailing love embraces the family. Miracles Divine miracles. These are miracles because they are mysteries. Scientifically explainable? Yes. Reproducible? To a degree...But still they are mysteries. Events that stretch beyond our understanding & their origins in another realm...
God Has opted to display His power daily. Proverbially. Pounding waves. Prism-cast colors. Birth, death, life. We are surrounded by miracles. God is throwing testimonies around us, how we could escape God. But somehow we do. We live in an art gallery of divine creativity & yet we are content to gaze only at the carpet...
Or what is pathetically worst, we demand more. More signs. More proof. More hat tricks. As if Jesus were some vaudeville magician we could summon for a dollar. How have we grown so deaf? Have we grown to immune to awesomeness? Why are we so reluctant to be staggered or thunderstruck?
Perhaps the frequency of the miracles binds us to their beauty. After all, what spice is there in springtime or a tree blossom? Don't the seasons come every year? Aren't there countless seashells just like this one?
Bored, we say ho-hum & replace the remarkable with the regular, the unbelievable with the anticipated. Science & statistics wave their unmagic wand across the face of life, squelching the oohs & aahs & replacing them with formulas & figures.
Would you like to see Jesus? Do you dare be an eyewitness of His Majesty? Then rediscover amazement. The next time you hear a baby laugh or see an ocean wave, take note, Pause & listens as His Majesty whispers so gently, "I'm here."...Soldier
Inspired by:
Max Lucado
"Suffer hardship with me, as a good soldier of Christ Jesus." 2 Timothy 2:3 [NASB] we are known to be the good soldier where tribulation built upon our perseverance. "Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted." 2 Timothy 3:12 [NASB]. Therefore Rejoice even in persecution Amen?!
His foot planted on the serpent's head, Jesus speaks loudly enough that His words echo off all walls in our life. "I am the resurrection & the life, he who believes in me will live, even though he dies; & whoever lives & believes in me will never die." [John 11:25] Do your 'Dare' to believe in this? Too good to be true?...The struggle. The snake. The lie. The enticement. Heart torn, lured. Soul drawn to pleasure, to independence, to importance. Inner agony. Whose will? The choice...
Through the weeks, miracles surfaced, Jesus unfailing love embraces the family. Miracles Divine miracles. These are miracles because they are mysteries. Scientifically explainable? Yes. Reproducible? To a degree...But still they are mysteries. Events that stretch beyond our understanding & their origins in another realm...
God Has opted to display His power daily. Proverbially. Pounding waves. Prism-cast colors. Birth, death, life. We are surrounded by miracles. God is throwing testimonies around us, how we could escape God. But somehow we do. We live in an art gallery of divine creativity & yet we are content to gaze only at the carpet...
Or what is pathetically worst, we demand more. More signs. More proof. More hat tricks. As if Jesus were some vaudeville magician we could summon for a dollar. How have we grown so deaf? Have we grown to immune to awesomeness? Why are we so reluctant to be staggered or thunderstruck?
Perhaps the frequency of the miracles binds us to their beauty. After all, what spice is there in springtime or a tree blossom? Don't the seasons come every year? Aren't there countless seashells just like this one?
Bored, we say ho-hum & replace the remarkable with the regular, the unbelievable with the anticipated. Science & statistics wave their unmagic wand across the face of life, squelching the oohs & aahs & replacing them with formulas & figures.
Would you like to see Jesus? Do you dare be an eyewitness of His Majesty? Then rediscover amazement. The next time you hear a baby laugh or see an ocean wave, take note, Pause & listens as His Majesty whispers so gently, "I'm here."...Soldier
Inspired by:
Max Lucado