Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Success is Faithfulness


How do you define success? 

I listened to a man speaking about life purpose while driving to Colorado Springs the other day.  He began talking about success within our lives.  His statement challenged my idea of success.  

He said, “Success is faithfulness.”  

The Lord reminded me of the heroes of the faith from Hebrews chapter 11.  Why would we call them heroes unless we consider them successful? 

Reading through the chapter was amazing because what they actually did was ordinary!

Able brought the right sacrifice.
Noah built a boat.
Abraham moved his family.
Joseph gave orders.
Moses led a nation.
Rahab opened her door and kept a secret.
Ruth stayed with her mother-in-law.
David humbled himself.

Success did not mean their every whim had come true with comfort and good connections:
Able was murdered.
Noah was ridiculed, having a job for 100 years that no one understood.
Abraham lived as a foreigner, almost had to kill his own son, had his wife
taken from him twice, and settled on land that was less desirable.
Joseph was sold into slavery.  Lived in prison.  When he was removed from
prison, he was still regarded as an undesirable even though he was
second in command under Pharaoh.
Moses grew up as a Hebrew in Egypt, ill treated in Pharaoh’s household.
Rahab was always known as a harlot, even after she married.
Ruth became a widow at an early age and learned to work in fields for
sustenance while living in a foreign country.  
David was the forgotten youngest in a large family of boys and lived on the run for much of his adult life.

It was for whom and how they lived that made them a success!  

As I lay my head on the pillow tonight, I want to know my day was successful. 
May we live faithfully for our God.
Love always,
Angie

Monday, May 23, 2011

Run with Endurance

The sensation of nausea is growing.  I am cold.  The sun is not up yet and the track has puddles of melted snow.  We are running sprints in a line.  Five of us are running.  I am the only one that pulls off to try and regain composure, and NOT throw-up.

I am the oldest in the group, too.  And the lies of inadequacy sneak into the shadows of my thoughts as I believe them.  Embracing them gives them credence.  And then, I respond to them.  The lies begin to control my actions and unless they are exposed for what they are, I stop!

In my car, I hear the lies rumbling around in my head.  They are lies because they produce guilt, self-pity, shame, fear, disappointment, etc.  When I am weary and tired, the lies sneak into the shadows more quickly and it takes longer for the light of Truth to expose them.

Exposing lies comes in many forms, but it is always based in the same foundation: Truth.  Exposure today is in the form of a friend who lives in my town.  He is my age.  He remains disciplined without excuses.  And I brake to watch him run past, so poignant is the moment.



. . . run with endurance the race that is set before you, fixing your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross despising the shame and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.  For consider Him who endured such hostility by sinners against Himself so that you do not grow weary and lose heart.  (Hebrews 12:1b-3)

Father, You have called me to be disciplined with my body, mind, heart and soul.  You command me to love You with all of it!  (Matthew 22:37-39)  You tell me to buffet my body so that I am not enslaved to it. (1 Corinthians 9:26-27)  You tell me that I am to hold every thought captive. (2 Corinthians 10:5) You tell me to trust You with my heart. (Proverb 3:5-8) You say that You are the rester of my soul. (Matthew 11:28-30) This is all Truth.  

And You give me exactly what I need to be and do all that You ask of me today.  

Thank You.  

And I drive home with a smile in my heart and a lump in my throat.
May you run with endurance the race God has set before you while you fix your eyes on Jesus!
Love always,
Angie


Saturday, May 14, 2011

We are an "Us"

Us.
We are an Us.

The boys, our sons, drove home all night and arrived on Thursday morning.  And a mama's fulness lifted my heart!  The girls, our daughters,  wiped sleep from their eyes as warm smiles spread on their faces.  Their brothers are home.

This God ordained family hugged and laughed, tickled and teased, spoke words all at once and sat down to breakfast while Papa led the morning devotion at the table.  The longer conversations would come later.  At that moment, we soaked in the presence of each other and thanked the Lord!

It is our way.

And this is a picture of the church.  This is how the church family is meant to be.  Coming together.  Coming to His table together with a hunger for Him.  Sharing Him in word.  Praising Him.  Sitting with Him.  Listening to Him.  Enjoying Him.

We, the church, are an Us.  And His fulness lifts our hearts.
Love always,
Angie

I will give thanks to You, O LORD, among the peoples;
I will sing praises to You among the nations.
For Your steadfast love is great above the heavens;
Your faithfulness (truth) reaches to the clouds.
Psalm 108:3-4

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Anchored Light




Birthdays are for the celebration of life lived!

Our daughter lives life well and is blossoming.  She is growing into a beautiful young lady.  She gives and serves and tenderly walks through her day.  And we celebrated her.

As I watched the candles burning, I thought of all of us living life as lights in this world.  What would each of our lights look like?

And a prayer waltzed into my thoughts after we sang Happy Birthday, "Thank You, Jesus, for coming as the light in a world of darkness where You are not always understood.  (John 1:4-5)  Was I a light for You today, Father?  And will I still be a light when the weight of life bends me low?  My desire is to be anchored in the delicious sweetness of You like candles in a warm pie.  

Sunday, May 1, 2011

My Shield

Sometimes my worst enemy is myself and the Lord is still my shield.  He lifts my head when I want to hang it in shame.  


This time shame came because of my ingratitude.  The ingratitude fostered discontent.  And discontent over flowed into words.


I wish I could take them all back.  I can't.  


           I wish I had thought before speaking.  I didn't.


Father, what do I do now?  I want to hide.  I feel ashamed.  


Pride fuels that shame, doesn't it?  Help me walk past the pride and do what is right.  Reading Psalm 32 reminds me that You have taught me the right things to do.  


I need to go and say I am sorry.  


And the Lord shields me from myself.  


Love always.
Angie
But You, O Lord,
are a shield about me,
You are the lifter of my head.
Psalm 3:3