Saturday, June 6, 2009

Wait - Wow, This is such a great poem!

Desperately, helplessly, longingly,
I cried:

Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my
fate, And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait.”

“Wait? You say, wait! ” my
indignant reply.

“Lord, I need answers, I need
to know why!

Is your hand shortened? Or have you
not heard?

By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming
your Word.

My future and all to which I can relate

Hangs in the balance, and YOU tell
me to WAIT?

I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,

Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.

And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this
is my cry:

I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!

Then quietly, softly, I learned of
my fate As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”

So, I slumped in my chair, defeated
and taut and grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting…. for what?”

He seemed, then, to kneel, and His
eyes wept with mine, And he tenderly said, “I could give you a
sign.

I could shake the heavens, and darken
the sun.

I could raise the dead, and cause mountains
to run.

All you seek, I could give, and pleased
you would be.

You would have what you want ~ But,
you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of My love
for each saint; You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;

You’d not learn to see through the
clouds of despair; You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me When darkness and silence were
all you could see.

You’d never experience that fullness
of love As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove; You’d know that
I give and I save…. (for a start), But you’d not know the depth of
the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort late into the
night, The faith that I give when you walk without sight, The depth
that’s beyond getting just what you asked Of an infinite God, who makes
what you have LAST.

You’d never know, should your pain
quickly flee, What it means that “My grace is sufficient for Thee.”

Yes, your dreams for your loved one
overnight would come true, But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I’m
doing in you!

So, be silent, My Child, and in time
you will see That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.

And though oft’ may My answers seem
terribly late, My most precious answer of all is still, “WAIT.”

” WAIT “

- Author Unknown

Friday, May 22, 2009

It Finally Clicked!

I have never fully understood the whole Jesus being man vs. Jesus being God thing.  But I was reading a book this last week and it finally clicked!  The book was talking about how Christ didn't study in the temple.  He went out in nature to commune with His Father.  He spent years and years perfecting His relationship with God until it was totally natural and - I finally got it.  Paul performed miracles, so did Elijah, Elisha and others in the Bible.  I have often longed to understand how they were so close to God when I feel so far away.  But that is another topic altogether.  I finally realized that Jesus truly didn't attain something we can not (other than the being without sin part).  If we diligently strive to walk closer and closer with God and spend quality time with Him we have the potential to perform miracles as well (through God of course).  It also made total sense to me how Satan so easily twists that for so many - indeed even for Eve in the garden.  Enticing us to believe that we can be gods as well.  We can not become gods yet we can be vessels for THE GOD to dwell in and He can work THROUGH us DESPITE our imperfections.  I don't believe I expressed this thought very well.  At least it clicked for me!!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

A New Perspective

I lay my head down on my pillow.  Weary after another long day.  Discouraged because I have failed in so many ways again this day.  “How can you still love me?“  I question my Creator.  “I am so unworthy!“  My children snuggle close to me in their sleep.  I think of how hard they were to deal with today.  Disobedient at every turn.  Ignoring my words.  Choosing to do wrong.  Making me so sad.  
At that moment God speaks to me.  This is how I still love you…as you still love your children.  We disobey.  We don’t listen.  We chose to do wrong.  We make God sad.  Yet He still wants to draw us close to Him.  To hold us in His arms and tell us we are forgiven.  We are loved.  More immensely than we can ever imagine.