But for you who fear My Name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in His wings and you will go out and leap like calves RELEASED from the stall
But for you who fear My Name, the Sun of Righteouness will rise with healing in His wings and you will go out and leap like calves RELEASED from the stall (Malachi 4:2).
Samuel then took a large stone and placed it between the towns of Mizpah and Jeshanah. He named it Ebenezer (which means "the stone of help"), for he said, "Up to this point the LORD has helped us!" 1Samuel 7:12 NLT
Oswald Chambers wrote, "Jesus rarely comes where we expect Him; He appears where we least expect Him, and always in the most illogical connections...being ready for the Lord's surprise visits...intense spiritual reality, expecting Jesus Christ at every turn. This will give our life the attitude of child-like wonder which He wants."
Somewhere in all the ordinary of life, God wants to do extraordinary things in and through us. And He wants to be sure we never forget His faithfulness to us. In childlike wonder, our Ebenezers remind us of His promises and usher us into the extraordinary presence of the living God! Now that I have tasted that the Lord is good, I will never be the same (1Peter 2;3).
"In vain I have searched the Bible, looking for examples of early Christians whose lives were marked by rigidity, predictability, inhibition, dullness, and caution. Fortunately, grim, frowning, joyless saints in Scripture are conspicuous by their absence. Instead, the examples I find are of adventurous, risk-taking, enthusiastic, and authentic believers whose joy was contagious even in times of painful trial. Their vision was broad even when death drew near. Rules were few and changes were welcome...The difference, I am convinced, is grace.
Grace scales the wall and refuses to be restricted."
Charles R. Swindoll
There he stood, perfectly still, beautifully balanced, unmoved by the ocean wind whipping at his wings. I was mesmerized by this lovely creature. Assured of his stance, erect in his stature, and seemingly removed from his encumbrance, I watched. I wondered, was his plight the result of some dreadful mishap, or, dare I ask, was it by Divine design? My musings did not linger with the questions of how or why, but simply rested on the beauty that lay before me. Any thought that may have pressed for an answer to the obvious, was deafened by the stark verity that this beautiful bird was handcrafted by the Creator of the universe; a masterpiece pointing to his Master. Handicap? Hardship? His poised prowess on the sand shouts no!
...They do not sow or reap or gather into barns-and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable then they? Matthew 6:26
While visiting my folks last summer, my dad captured this Praying Mantis to give me an up close and personal view. My intention was to get a snap shot of the creature, but later, I decided that the real beauty was the image of my daddy’s hands. He is the inspiration behind this poem.
His hands, rugged, capable
Calloused and worn,
Fashioned from dust, to tend, till and toil,
Found faithful to their calling of working the sod from whence they came,
Thus yielding the bountiful fruit of their labor.
Seldom they rest, ever teeming, creative, inventive.
The clutch of a tool, His Bible the same,
Fitted for the task, sturdy, tough, yet gentle and kind.
Never grasping for worldly gain,
Ever generous, humility their glove.
Years of diligence their contours show,
Rarely seen idle,
Save to embrace his bride, interlocking the two,
Or clasping his once young, keeping them safe, secure.
Their constancy and resolve rare, their harvest invaluable,
Lifted high to the One Who designed them to praise Him,
Their imprint on me, indelible.
An inspiring encounter...
A friend gifted me with Stormie Omartian's, The Power Of A Praying Wife. Now, years later, the frayed, dog-eared pages speak for themselves. Her book attests to the necessity of and power in prayer. I too have found praying Scripture for others to be the single most powerful and effective tool. My precious friend Carolyn and I had the privilege of meeting Mrs. Omartian at one of her book signings. Her writing glorifies The One for Whom she writes and inspires many. It was an honor and joy to meet her.