Let us be not silly women

teacuppamela.pngThese verses continue to weigh heavily on my mind in the last couple of years and particularly in recent months as leaders of great multitudes wander from the Truth of the Scripture and the deity and supremacy of the Lord Jesus and of the Word of God. I meditate on verses of promise and trust that the Lord is not slack concerning His promises. As we live and move about in these days, I pray that none will be deceived by the foolishness that is called truth.

As we read in Ephesians 4.14 “That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;”

So much that is being taught sounds lofty and true… sounds like the Scriptures might sound. This is a very clever tool of the enemy… ever seeming like the truth. This is why we must know the Word of God… we must study the Word and be so familiar with it that we will be swift to spot counterfeits. We must watch the signs of the times, we must be as Bereans – with readiness of mind, search the scriptures daily to see whether things be as they are being taught or to compare what we see and hear with the Scriptures — if they are being (mis)represented. We mustn’t be as silly women and I do fear that the internet is a potentially great snare for women to be silly — to be tossed to and fro — to be led astray by all the many enticing tales. We mustn’t give attention to things that are counter to the Word and counter to the Truth.

When we see ministry out of sync with the Word or distorting the Truth of the Word, and the entertaining, lofty endeavors contrary to the Gospel, then we must be watchful that we not be led to discount the Word of God in favour of a personality — or be pragmatic concerning things that are contrary to faith. When emerging personalities smoothly entice us with mystical ways, interesting purposes and high sounding ideas, we must be very careful what’s set before us and measure our steps wisely… when heads of organizations or denominations make unholy alliances or indirectly infer that all roads lead to heaven: be not silly and be not tossed to and fro. There is but One. There is but one Way.

Stand. “…And having done all to stand. Stand therefore…” Take hold of it, know it, guard it, trust in it. Stand on the Truth. And be not silly.

 

2 Timothy 3.1-7
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.”

1 Peter 1.2-9

“…Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.

Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations: That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory: receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls.”

 

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And Be Ye Thankful

teacuppamela.pngAs I recall a very important turning point, nearly twenty years ago, I was lamenting to my husband how worried I was about the coming winter and my husband lovingly said to me, “Sweetheart, it’s a sin to worry.” O, that’s not the answer I was looking for. I think I wanted his conciliatory comfort and agreement. I even think I wanted him to lament the situation with me. But not really. For I really know I wanted to be right with the Lord – I wanted to have the right response of faith and not of unbelief. And I really know I wanted him to have the right response. It’s what I really always want from him. It was truly a loving thing to tell me — that it was a sin to worry — for it was the truth then, it is now and has been in all the years in between that day and this. In worrying, we take God out of the equation of our lives — we put Him in the passenger seat, the back seat or even out of our ‘car’ — and we live apart from Him, apart from faith and *in* fear. The close kin of worry is fear. And the author of fear is the enemy of God and of my soul.

A sneaky little word, though, has crept into my life many times over the years… it’s a word that occasionally means worry, occasionally it means afraid, occasionally it means nervous, and occasionally it means doubtful. I’ve had to keep this little word in check through the years, just like I have had to keep that little word, worry, in check through the years. The little word is: concern. Concern usually creeps in under a coat of unthankfulness. Walking hand in hand with doubt. Carrying lack-of-faith. Concern is a master of disguise – it’s the kinder, gentler word for worry.

You know, it’s the:
“I’m so concerned about __________.”
“I’m concerned that________ is (never) going to happen.”
“I’m concerned about you.”
“I’m only concerned about your health.”
“I’m just concerned that you won’t be able to do_________.”
“I’m only concerned about how we’re going to pay the bills. That’s all. Really.”

Matthew 6.25, 31
“Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?”

“Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?”

“I’m just concerned about how things will go and I’m concerned I won’t know what to say.”

Matthew 10.19
“But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak.”
Mark 13.11
“But when they shall lead you, and deliver you up, take no thought beforehand what ye shall speak, neither do ye premeditate: but whatsoever shall be given you in that hour, that speak ye: for it is not ye that speak, but the Holy Ghost.”

So where does worry and concern fit in with, say… being thankful? If I am living, being, thinking, hoping THANKFULLY – then I can’t or won’t be thinking in the dangerous realm of worry – or even in that kinder, gentler realm of concern. I sure see through the years that when I am worried, anxious, concerned… over many things, I am never, or very rarely ever, in a prayerful, thankful or even joyful way. I have often said that faith and fear cannot be carried in the same bucket. And whatever’s in the faith bucket, the moment I decide to carry fear, I have nothing to do but dump the faith bucket and let it contain the fear. It’s a choice I make — a conscious choice to carry what’s not mine to carry; it’s a conscious choice to leave God out of my equation and attempt to work everything out myself. And I’m never thankful doing so – I may be a lot of things at the moment, but thankful isn’t one of them.

It being Thanksgiving week and all, as I was beginning today’s blog entry, my intention was to write about things for which I am thankful this year. But I thought maybe a ‘preface’ was in order. I needed a wee bit of reminding, anyway… for… why am I thankful and why mustn’t I be anything but thankful. So, another day of thinking: Thankful things — and I’ll put them here tomorrow. Don’t worry.

and.

be.

ye.

thankful.

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A prayer for Mothers of Prodigals

teacuppamela.pngI remember the night our son left home… I was nursing a newborn baby, the fragrance of the milky breath and tender cheeks and snuggly baby clothes was intoxicating. And as I sat holding that baby close to my heart, another ‘baby’ was walking out the door and I thought at that moment I would die. Maybe I even wished it would be so.

I had never known a deeper grief and a more paralyzing moment of despair. It was a strange mix of failure, disappointment, loss, hopelessness, regret, shame, remorse, shock, doubt, frustration, and sadness all wrapped up in a blanket — memories I still seemed to hold in my arms, yet the baby was no longer a baby – he was a young man – eager to seek his own way.

Time passed and as time has a way of doing, so did a lot of those feelings or, rather, their intensity lessened over time. And I more completely accepted responsibility that the initial shock had masked. Initially, I wondered, what in the world had I done or not done to deserve that or to have that happen. But time had a way of revealing things that I had blindly missed. And, thankfully, time sort of softens the rough edges and the jagged memories. A bit. Not quite a bit, but a bit, nonetheless.

Night after night as I would lie down in my bed and watch the memories play on the ceiling in the dark — my eyes hot with tears… and tears rolling down my face and into my ears, I would wonder how to make things right, how to correct the host of wrongs and the poor decisions. Night after night, season after season… the same thing. At first, I would practically jump when the phone would ring. I didn’t jump with delight, but with fear. Instantly that ring would trigger a wave of fear and dread. But my fears were not realized and my tears did not result in joy. But fears and tears turned to prayers through the years. Time softened my heart – revealed my failings and developed compassion for that prodigal son.

I would love to have had the next sentence read:

“And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee, And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father.”

And then, I wish I could tell you that Wes, seeing the son: “…when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.”

And then I wish I could tell you here that at that moment: “…the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son.”

And that Wes’s response was: “Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.”

And if any of our other children possibly felt jealous of all the loving attention, that Wes had said to all of them: ” Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound. ” And if any were resentful – which I fully believe they would NOT be, that it would be said of Wes: “… therefore came his father out, and intreated him [them]…” And that he would continue reasoning: “Son [and family…], thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.”

(This, from Luke 15. 13-32)

All of that did not happen here, yet.  But what I can say is this: There has never been a day where that son escaped the gaze or notice of the LORD and there has never been a day from that day to this that God was not sovereign, that He did not work or did not provide or did not watch over that son or this family. There has never been a time where the will and way of the LORD was not done.

And for that reason, while I no longer grieve in the outward manner I did, I no longer cry or worry in the same manner I did, there has never been a day where I did not have hope in the LORD for that son. For the LORD is faithful; and in Him I will yet hope more and more. I used to pray the LORD would do whatever it took to draw that son back to Himself.

I now pray: Lord, will You carry my boy in Your arms and will You be tender to him as you have been to me? Will you draw Him back to Yourself and bless Him – and if You bless him even half as much as You have blessed me, well then, even the ocean could not contain the blessings… for I know the love of God is stretched from sky to sky. And I pray, Lord, will You please go easy on the boy? I love him and I pray You will give him many days to give You great glory.

My prayer for mothers of prodigals… “Lord, will You carry these tender hearts and comfort and help them to see You, to seek You and to trust You. Lord will You comfort them in their distress and give them hope that can only be realized in knowing You. And, Lord, will You keep Your eye on that child that his life will not end in shambles but in giving You glory. Thank You, Lord, that You are only wise, only faithful, only good – and we praise You.”

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What if today was your last day…

blueheartmughalf.jpgYour last day to live on this earth.  Your last day to see a sunset.  Your last day to run upstairs with a basket of laundry.  Your last day to shave your legs.  Your last day to kiss your husband.  Your last day to eat oatmeal.  Your last day to pull weeds.  Your last day to tuck children in bed and kiss them goodnight.  Your last day to wash the clothes, turn socks, iron shirts, fold towels.  Your last day to change a diaper, nurse a baby, clean a highchair tray.  Your last day to pay a bill, greet a neighbour, pick a flower.  Your last day to make your bed, dust a table, scour a sink.  Your last day to pump gas, wait at a stop light, drive on the freeway.  Your last day to use a keyboard, write a letter, lick a stamp.

What if today was your last day?

would you have been glad?  Would others have seen gladness in you—that indescribable joy?  No, I don’t mean glad it was your last day or joyful that’s superficial like some happiness… I mean glad… a glad heart, a glad countenance, a glad smile… glad to be alive and glad to be yielded to the LORD — glad to be in the capable Hand of the Saviour and submitting to He leading.  Or would you have murmured… would you be remembered as a murmuring complainer… a doubter… an angry mom?
What if every day, after this day, you could do none of the above…  what if all you could do is swallow and blink, whisper and think.  How would you do the dailies today?  How would your day be spent? What would be remembered?  The work you did?  No… what would be remembered was how you did it/them… how you looked, seemed, sounded and how you responded the the LORD’s call on your life.

quotegraysmall.gifAnd that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.  The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light. Let us walk honestly, as in the day; not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying. But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.”

Romans 13.11-14

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Jesus Stood Still

teacuppamela.pngI’ve been mulling over this thought all day: Jesus stood still. And so, I’ve been considering that for me, for you — for anyone who calls on Him in faith: Jesus stands still. Though He was on the Jericho Road… knowing full well that He was about to be delivered into the hands of the chief Priests and Scribes… and there along the way was blind Bartimaeus. Now, it’s not so much that he was there, or that Jesus knew he was there or even that He passed by him. It’s remarkable that when He passed by, He stopped.

Bartimaeus was told to come to Jesus… and he did so. He obeyed before he received the blessing of sight. I think that’s remarkable. I believe he would have followed Jesus even if he had not been healed. Instead, Jesus did heal him after asking Bartimaeus what he wanted. Bartimaeus wanted sight. And Jesus granted it and sent him on his way. But his way became the way of Jesus, for the Word says that Bartimaeus immediately received his sight and followed Jesus in the way. Jesus affirmed to him that his faith had made him whole.
Many are blind and in need of the healing touch of the LORD… many will never see a daisy or a full moon or into the eyes of a newborn or face of a bride or the sky at sunset… but even they will see Jesus. But there are none so blind as those who will not see.

There is never a time when Jesus ignores the prayer of faith. Faith is the gift of God… for we all, like Bartimaeus, are born blind – figuratively or literally or both. All of us have fallen short of the glory of God. All of us are as pitiful as beggers and unless or until Jesus stands still and stoops to hear us, we remain in that destitute state: beggers. Beggers without hope… as Ephesians 2.12 says: “That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world:” No hope and without God. But God! And this is the sweetest truth: “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5.8)

Jesus stands still to hear your cries. He stands still to make intercession for you. He stands still to hear your faithful prayers. O, the enemy will attempt to convince you otherwise. O, the enemy or naysayers will attempt to thwart your faith, your hope, your love for the LORD. But God… but the LORD still hears and still answers… still stands still for you. Do you see that? The enemy and naysayer you know might shame you into thinking you aren’t heard or that you aren’t worth it or that you have failed too many times………. Ooooo, that’s the biggy: too many failings… too many mistakes… too much sin… too much time since your last Bible reading or too much time since your last act of faithfulness or act of kindness. Ah—but that’s not God — and you know it. You know when you call on Him… in faith… He hears you. There’s not a ticking time-clock and your time’s about to expire… no. Today if you will hear His voice. (Hebrews 3). Today.

Taste and see. Prove Him. You will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever find Him unfaithful. Never. He stood still for me. He will stand still for you.

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All hail.

He is Risen, as He said. Just as He said He would do, He did. And because He did what He said He would do, He will do what He said He will do. We have His Word on that and not only that, He died and rose again that it would be so. He alone is Faithful and True.

Think about what it would have been to be those to whom He said, “All hail.” (Matthew 28.9) That “all hail” comes from the word, “chairo” and could well have been translated: Rejoice! as that word, chairo, was translated “rejoice” in many other places in the New Testament. He could have met them by the way saying: Rejoice! And because He did meet them by the way, and He has met us by the way, we truly can say: Rejoice.

I was a senior in high school when I came to a saving knowledge of the LORD… but, O, how grateful I am that He had His loving hand of protection on me my whole life. I will never forget the day, it was as though I was going along unaware of the total depravity of my life, that, apart from Jesus, I had nothing — was nothing. O, I wasn’t a naughty girl and I wasn’t a wayward daughter and I would have proclaimed my own goodness (as in Proverbs 20.6: “Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness: but a faithful man who can find?”) and if asked, I would have thought that on my own merits I was going to heaven—you know, because I was a good person and all. But then I came to see that it was not at all on my own merit that I would be judged and saved, it was specifically and only because of faith in Jesus and the finished work of the Cross. In and of ourselves, there is no salvation. And, in fact, in and of ourselves is no good thing. But the enemy would attempt to convince otherwise. Woooooooo… that’s something that’s hard for most people because most people consider themselves to be good people. You know, not robbing banks, not killing people, not stealing from stores or spitting on sidewalks. You know, we all wish to see ourselves in the best possible light, and it’s true, in fact, that most people are “pretty good” characters (some of the time).

But God doesn’t judge on all that, for actually there is truly no one who measures up to the holiness,goodness and pure righteousness of God. And it is against that righteousness that we are judged. That’s the whole what and why of Jesus. Jesus came to save sinners—us. Jesus stands in our place on the day of judgment. Jesus didn’t come to give us trinkets and health, wealth and prosperity as many seem to proclaim and promise. No. Jesus came to seek and save the lost, to redeem them to Himself and to secure their redemption that in life and in death we would not be eternally separated from God. That is it. For apart from Jesus all men perish. All men. All women. In all places. For all time.

But then there’s the Good News. He came that we might have life and that, life everlasting. The Bible says, Believe in the LORD Jesus Christ and you will be saved. I know when I was first saved, it was such a foreign thing to me to realize that thou I thought I was doing okay, I realized that I truly was a sinner in need of a Saviour and that day began a journey with the LORD, who sought me and bought me with His precious redeeming blood. It was not of works but solely by His grace that He saved me and keeps me to the end. I stood that day in the Little Brown Church in Pacifica and I stand today: on the precious promises of my LORD and Saviour. My Risen LORD and Saviour.

After that most oft quoted verse are these: John 3:17-21
quotebegin.gifFor God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. 18 He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. 19 And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. 20 For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. 21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.”

He didn’t come to condemn—He came to save. Praise the LORD. Christ The LORD Is Risen Today!

How GREAT Thou art!! Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee… Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee: How Great Thou art! Christ the LORD is Risen today… Alleluia!

REJOICE!
And again, I say: REJOICE!

sweet sleep

teacuppamela.pngI woke up this morning already in thought and already writing a message and as often happens, I completely lost the thought – though at the time it was complete and articulate (or so it seemed to me!).  Isn’t it interesting how that goes or how “life lessons” are?  We think, at the time of the event or thought, that it is something we shall never forget.  We hear a message and it resonates with us and we think it was the most marvelous message.  We might say that something we heard or something we read was of such significance that it was “life changing.” And then… as if to have never heard it or read it, it is completely gone – gone from our minds, gone from our consciousness into the sea of forgetfulness.

This has happened so many times and, sadly, happens increasingly as I get older… and I think to myself: why don’t I, or why didn’t I, write that down?  O, the books I write in my dreams… compelling and succinctly written – in my dreams I have skill.   And then I wake up… make the bed, prepare for the day and that once-wonderful work vanishes.

Sometimes I think it’s all for naught and then I stop to discover that even in sleep, the LORD is with me and blesses me.  Now, that might sound arrogant and maybe even a bit off, theologically, but I don’t mean it to be so.  What I mean to say is that as our hearts and minds are stayed on Him, even our sleep shall be sweet.  I was thinking on Proverbs 3.21-25

quotebegin.gifMy son, let not them depart from thine eyes: keep sound wisdom and discretion: So shall they be life unto thy soul, and grace to thy neck. Then shalt thou walk in thy way safely, and thy foot shall not stumble. When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh.”

So if the thoughts of the night escape me in the day I will still rejoice at the sweet sleep the LORD gives and the protection and provision He seems to lavish on me.  I should hope to write down the blessings and thoughts He brings my way.  But even if I don’t and even if I should forget, I will still trust in Him and I will yet praise Him more and more.  He is my precious Risen LORD!

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Amazing Rumours

You probably experience this from time to time… you either read about or are told about some amazing thing, event or piece of news (read: rumour or gossip).  At first, you either can’t believe it  or you instantly believe it and then feel like kicking yourself later over your gullibility or lack of honour and discernment.  When you hear some shocking bit of information and you instantly believe the report and then, inevitably, you’re filled with remorse over your lack of loyalty or lack of wisdom——-that, or you instantly deny that rumour and defend your friend or defend a position or make a strong attempt to bear, believe, hope, endure… all things.  Either way, you’re probably a bit ruffled.  I know I’ve sure experienced the gamut of those feelings lately.
Around our town there’re lots and lots of rumours floating around and being batted about.  And you know, I keep rehearsing in my mind the verses in 1 Peter (3.4-6):

quotebegin.gifBut let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.  For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands:  Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.”

I keep thinking: what is hidden in my heart? (The Word, The Truth…)  Is it an ornament of grace?  Is it a meek and quiet spirit and am I trusting in God?  Or, does my reaction reflect otherwise?   In my response to this or that rumour, am I doing well and not reacting in fear or amazement?

It’s interesting how the LORD seems to send lessons in groups or in succession – seemingly to cement a proper response or teaching.  Recently, I’ve had opportunity to hear several sorts of “reports” in various places and I’ve been keenly aware that each is a sort of “testing of my faith” so to speak.  I’m amazed at the ploys of the enemy to destroy believers and to wedge division between them—but it’s his ploy and is seeming very effective.  But what should I do when I hear a bad report or read of an account in the local paper or hear some gossip rumour?  I’m determining to not be “afraid with any amazement (or fear) and I am determined to react in 1 Corinthians love… bearing, believing, hoping, enduring — all things.

And coupled with those, I am seeking the LORD and asking: Lord, is this of You or of the enemy—if it’s of You, what, then, should I do?  If it’s of the enemy, I ask: Lord, please show me the Truth and help me to act in accordance with Your will.  And above all, help me be still, help me yield to You and help me demonstrate loving kindness that, in the end, regardless the outcome or truth or lies, I will have been still in the Hand of the Father.
I pray to finish well.  Still in the Hand of the Potter.

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a battle of wills

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I was standing in the kitchen a little while ago and, as I do most every morning, I was waiting for my tea water to boil. Instantly, Doubter came in along with his friends, Sabotager and Shame to visit She-who-must-be-obeyed. You see, She-who-must-be-obeyed has been battling against My-will-to-obey and She-who-must-be-obeyed is very very cunning and has a litany of excuses as to why she deserves whatever she wants… especially when she listens to friends, Doubter, Sabotager and Shame. They’re all bent on tempting her to listen and bent on destroying My-will-to-obey.

You see, My-will-to-obey is often weak and even seems to exchange places with She-who-must-be-obeyed when My-will-to-obey is not drinking from the fresh life-spring of the Word of God. When My-will-to-obey just meanders through the morning, very quickly My-will-to-obey exchanges the sweet fruit of the spirit for the carnage of the world and begins to linger on with She-who-must-be-obeyed. One of the ways Doubter influences this is to tell his friends Sabotager and Shame to remind My-will-to-obey that it’s never going to get better or that things will never improve or that the day is bleak and so probably, since things will never change, it won’t matter if the bag of cookies is consumed. For, if little or no weight-loss has been achieved, what’s the point in My-will-to-obey continuing working at healthful eating and learning to exercise?

And then it dawns on me (as if for the first time, but for the umpteenth time) …every day’s a battle—O, it’s not about cookies or whatever other weapon the enemy uses to sabotage our flesh- but every day’s a battle of the will to obey God or self. For in each of us is this “She-who-must-be-obeyed” self… and yet, when we put our trust in the LORD Jesus Christ, we have the indwelling of the Holy Spirit and by the Spirit we yield not to self but to God. I find in the LORD all I need and whatever self or the world offers or demands is by comparison: nothing. I, therefore, must be renewed daily in the spirit of my mind that I do not that which “She-who-must-be-obeyed” would do but rather that which is pleasing to the LORD—that which is led of the LORD— who is my all in all… my-will-to-obey.

Excerpts of Romans 7.6-25

quotebegin.gifBut now we are delivered from the law, that being dead wherein we were held; that we should serve in newness of spirit, and not in the oldness of the letter. What shall we say then? Is the law sin? God forbid. Nay, I had not known sin, but by the law: for I had not known lust, except the law had said, Thou shalt not covet.

But sin, taking occasion by the commandment, wrought in me all manner of concupiscence. For without the law sin was dead. For I was alive without the law once: but when the commandment came, sin revived, and I died. And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death.

For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin. For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I. If then I do that which I would not, I consent unto the law that it is good. Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me. I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me. For I delight in the law of God after the inward man:

But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of sin.”

I did not eat the cookies Doubter offered to She-who-must-be-obeyed.

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I will look up

If I look down and see my feet and the rocky ground beneath — or look down and see not my feet but shifting waves crashing all around me, a wave of panic washes over me and I fear I will sink or be washed away in the flood of fear.

But, in the most peculiar of all, the most wonderful of all experiences I know is the sweet peace that washes over when I look not down but up — when I lift my eyes and see that not only am I  not in perilous straits or not only am I not sinking in the mire, but I am being lifted up and it is in the able hand of the LORD that I stand.

All around me points to possible failure and loss, all around me the tasks are too great and I, in those moments of despair, see I cannot possibly do this task of guiding this home, teaching these children, directing them on the path, filling all the needs and doing all that needs to be done.  All around me, the giants of doubt hover.  The enemy brings to mind past failures and accomplishments seem to pale in comparison to the number of losses.

But wait.

What does God say… what’s really true?

quotebegin.gifThe eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them.”

Deuteronomy 33.27

O, blessed morning, sweet, sweet morning…  I look out to see the sunrise and I cannot count or name all the blessings of the LORD.  Sunshine floods my home and  I cannot list quickly enough the ways of His gracious mercy.  In giving thanks I see that this is His home, these are His children, my husband is His man and He has, is and will guide my husband’s steps — all of our needs, all of our hopes, all of our plans are in His Hands.

Why would I fear?  Who else is there beside the LORD?  Why would I resort to the shifting sand?  Why would I look down?  Why do I have this work of being a homemaker, doing all these tasks, looking after these children and missing the others?  I instantly stand and clutch the blessing of the plan and work of the LORD in my life and I gladly walk in this path and zealously guard it.  For I would want no other to take my place in this home and no offender to come in.  I would want no other task and pray to not squander these blessings another minute to doubt or fear.

quotebegin.gif I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8 The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

Psalm 121.1