Archive | September 2010

Desperation Voiced and Validated

Today I was not just a little tired, and immediately upon my baby’s wake from his morning nap which was not just a little too short, I promptly fell apart at my Daddy-God’s knee.

Immediately upon my tearful cry of desperation, He nudged me to reach out to His Tangible Word.

DAB — not working today… hmmm…. reached for BibleGateway.  (I often use online resources of Bible Readings since my own Book loves to travel around the house and is never in the same place two days in a row… I am so thankful for the world wide web and high speed internet.  I can listen to worship music and jump into my Father’s Voice, simultaneously, from my favorite cozy chair.)

Today’s Scripture on BG was from the following:

Psalm 121: A song of ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?

2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;

4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.

7 The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;

8 the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

I love it.  Right at verses 3 & 4 I simply fell to pieces in pure delight.  Tears were most definitely involved.  My Daddy God KNOWS I need sleep!  *He* is the one who does not need sleep.  I felt so uplifted.  It’s amazing how sometimes when I feel the weakest is when He just blesses me the most… validates me, asks me to just remain there in his ever-present love of me and ability to handle my inability.  Immediate reduction of drama.

He also prompted me to email some close friends and family for prayer coverage… community is so much a part of  His filling our needs… amazing, amazing.  I am growing to understand how He wants to fill that need and uses people to do it, rather than my previous pattern of wanting others to fill those needs before I ever asked Him to do it.

Somehow, that minute refreshment gives me the ability to keep going…. waaaay more than I could ever whip or guilt myself into doing.

Love to you, dear Readers.  May you know the comfort of that infinite, intimate touch of your Father today, too.

What Authority Looks Like

It’s funny how the title makes me feel nervous.  It’s as though I feel you will misjudge what I am about to say.  I don’t think I have any authority to tell you what Authority should look like, only to tell you what Authority means in my life, my home, my circle.

I have learned what it means for me… and I like it.

Authorityto protect my home. I am allowed — responsible — to rebuke anything that should not be there, lingering in the air; resentment, fear, bitterness, hopelessness.  I am allowed — called — to pray for my property, that it will be invisible to the eyes of strangers who would attack it or steal from us.  I am allowed — needed — to call out to our Heavenly Father for what we need: hope, peace, rest, acceptance, love, joy, you name it! All the fruits of the spirit, as listed in the New Testament.  Bring it on!

Authorityto take care of myself. I need rest.  I need relaxation.  I need to do things in a reasonable, paced manner.  To do my hair.  To dress up; do my makeup, put on jewelry.  I am worth it.  I also want to enjoy cooking… whether it’s breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a snack/dessert item, I want to have equal amounts of joy in the process of preparation; to eat well, to eat healthily, and to cook slowly and almost worshipfully, as the Lord is the one who provided this food and I want to honor him with it!

Authorityto pray, to persevere, and to protect my family.  How many times has the Lord provided for us in direct response to a prayer I have whispered?  My family needs my warfare over them.

Authority is mine, and I will not relinquish it.  I will not trade my birthright for a comfort somewhere else.

Enjoying my role here as wife, mother, and homemaker?  Oh, yes!  Lord, keep my eyes open, my heart fierce, and my intimacy with you deep.  Amen.