I Will Be Your Sanctuary

Turn on  the television and the fear-mongers have taken over the airwaves.  From Zika virus to terrorists attacks, contaminated food, and even the 2016 elections (no matter which side you support), we are assaulted with reasons to fear.  As believers, we must be informed but we cannot allow the fear that plagues others to attach itself to us in a way that allows it to dictate how we  live. Several years ago the Lord spoke these words to me and I believe they are as timely now as they were when He first spoke them.  I share them again with you and pray you will learn to not fear what others fear, but make Him your sanctuary.  For the Lord spoke thus to me with a strong hand, and instructed me that I should not walk in the way of this people, saying: "Do not say, 'A conspiracy,' concerning all that this people call a conspiracy, Nor be afraid of their threats, nor be troubled.  The Lord of hosts, Him you shall hallow; Let Him be your fear,  and let Him be your dread.   He will be as a sanctuary…Isaiah 8:11-14a  “The underlying current in the world  in which you live today is fear – and it is not only a fear that is permeating the “world” but it is grabbing hold of many in My Body as well.  They may couch it in other terms, but the bottom line is far too many are beginning to operate from a…

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Strength in the Limp

It was the darkest, loneliest night of his life. Fear and distress gripped him. What was to become of him? Would the God of his grandfather and father, the God who had blessed him at Bethel, the God who had caused him to prosper in Padam Aram, the God who had led him back home forsake him now? He remembered the last time he had seen his brother, and though it had been twenty years the image was forever etched in his mind—the anger, the hatred, the threats. He had fled, under the advice of his mother, for fear of his life. Now there was no place to hide. Would this be it? He'd prayed. Had God heard? He’d divided his family into two groups for their safety. He’d even sent gifts to his brother. All his human resources were spent. Was it enough to spare him or was he to suffer for past deeds? He was tired. All of life had been a struggle. All he had ever wanted was God and the blessing He’d promised. What was wrong with that? Perhaps his methods for obtaining it had been wrong, but who could fault him for desiring God? Suddenly out of the darkness emerges the silhouette of a man. He stealthily approaches. Who is it? Someone sent to kill him in the night? A robber come to take his goods? He wrestled, pitting all his strength against this man. That’s all he had ever known — wrestling. He’d…

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Worth the Investment

"I've watched your walk,"  she said. "You've chosen a hard path." As she spoke I thought, "I'm not sure I chose this path -- at least not consciously. Could it be that I was chosen for the path?" Truthfully, as look over my life, it seems so far from what I pictured on the screen of my yester-dreams.  The script I wrote for the docu-drama entitled My Life has been revised and edited, then revised and edited some more.  I had cast myself as the leading lady in play with quite a different story line, with quite different actors, different subplots, and many different outcomes. No, I hadn't chosen this path, had I?  And if not, how did I get here? Was it the prayer that I began praying some years ago -- in fact, have prayed over and over again since the day I had an encounter with Love Himself, a life-changing encounter that caused my heart to cry, "I want to know You more"?  I wanted to know what it meant to live the words "I am my Beloved's and His desire is towards me." It was that prayer that, I now realize, set me on this path.  It's not a path that I ever thought of as "hard." It's just the path down which my ordered steps have led that the Lord might answer  my heart's cry and reveal Himself to me in ways I'd never have known had I gone a different route.  It's the…

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Finish the Work

It’s hard to believe we’ve hit the mid-point of the year! Seems like only yesterday we were celebrating the dawning of a new year, setting goals, making resolutions, determined that this year would be vastly different from years past, grabbing hold of the promises of God for our lives and making choices daily that moved us in the direction of their fulfillment. I made the decision to be unrelenting in moving into that place of grace in order to live life as I was created to live it, to allow myself to simply be all God has created to me to and to use the gifts and talents given me to allow Him to express His love, light and life uniquely through me. I admit it’s been a challenge. Any decision to leave what has become our norm brings resistance in various forms, resistance designed to keep us in the comfort zone, even when it has grown uncomfortable. But His grace has been there in the midst of the challenges and the resistance to make shifts and adjustments in small yet significant ways in order to live in and from this new place. As I have been willing to simply obey the voice of the Father, I have seen Him do what He has promised and I have found peace in the place of grace. I believe that I have begun well. But I also recognize that it is not enough to begin well. The ultimate blessing is in…

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Just Love

The holiday season always evokes in me memories of Christmases past. At the advent of the season, Mommy and I would pull out the green and red construction paper, meticulously cut it into strips for the “Countdown-to-Christmas-Day” chain. Each day we’d remove a link and I’d know we were that much closer to the big day! I’d bug Daddy every day following Thanksgiving to put up the tree. Eventually he’d concede, descend to the basement and emerge with the artificial tree, lights and the collection of assorted bulbs and handmade decorations, and with a little help from me, he’d construct a Gaston Christmas tree masterpiece. I still have memories of creeping into Mommy and Daddy’s room and slithering between them as they slept after having been terrified by Scrooge’s Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. They’d let me stay for a while, allay my fears and when I’d fallen asleep, Daddy would carry my back to my room and gingerly place me in my own bed! I remember the sounds, the smells, the taste, the sights of our Gaston-style Christmas: Handel’s Messiah wafting in the air; the bouquet of scents that drifted from the kitchen as Mommy stuffed the turkey, candied the yams, kneaded the dough for yeast rolls. I’d surreptitiously grab a sliver of ham or  a roll as they came out the oven.  We’d gather around the piano and sing carols in not-so-perfect harmony. Then Dad would read the story of Jesus’ birth, while I sat on…

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Rest

Be Still and Know   Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.      Psalm 46:10 NASU   "My Child, I Am bringing you into a place of rest in Me.  You shall see the power that comes from the posture of rest.  Cease from your striving.  Be still! Rest!  Just as you have come to honor Me with your worship, now learn to honor Me in your rest. Now is the season that you must train your soul to rest.  Disregard that which is not essential and learn the simplicity that comes from life in Me (2 Corinthians 11:3). The measure of your level of trust in Me is the degree to which you are able to rest in Me.  When you completely trust Me, all there is to do is fall into My arms, lay your head on My breast and rest for you know that you are "home."  Trust that as you rest, I Am living My life through you. You, My Child, make life in Me more complicated than it really is.  It's not that hard.  Really!  Believe and open yourself to receive the manifestation of all the desires which I have placed in your heart. Before the fall, do you think Adam struggled to hear the sound of My voice walking in the Garden?  Did he struggle to find Me?  Did he struggle in tending the garden? No.  I came to…

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