tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73537883834311543032024-03-05T04:32:53.191-06:00From Poppa's HeartListening for His Heartbeat . . . . . . . Meditations on the Father Heart of GodHeartSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15556968169295776722noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353788383431154303.post-72245775604931447742013-08-19T18:58:00.001-05:002013-08-20T20:02:36.814-05:00New Beginnings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><strong>"The Lord ' s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, </strong></em></div>
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<em><strong>For His compassions never fail. </strong></em><em><strong>They are new every morning; </strong></em></div>
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Today is the first day of the school year for many. I have so enjoyed seeing all the "Back To School" poses pictured online this morning. You can sense the freshness in each one . . . . neatly cut, perfectly arranged hair . . . . unscuffed shoes, not quite broken in yet . . . . newly purchased school clothes, carefully tucked and smoothed . . . . that perfect backpack, long-deliberated-over and finally chosen, bursting at the seams with beckoning, blank notebook pages, unbroken crayons, and shiny yellow pencils, sharpened and ready for action.<br />
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But most of all I have loved seeing the bright smiles and sparkling eyes of the children, their eager faces revealing the hopeful expectation of good things to come . . . . the fresh promise of finding new friendships, gaining new understanding, and exploring new ideas. Everything feels . . . . well . . . . new! On this first day of school there are no thoughts of bad grades, lost homework, tardy slips, playground bullies, or rainy day recesses . . . . only the excitement of starting all over again.</div>
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I have always relished the feeling of fresh beginnings. Maybe it's because I was a teacher for all those years . . . . or maybe it's because I've fallen flat on my face so many times . . . . perhaps it is merely because I am hardwired as the eternal optimist . . . . but I always savor the idea of starting over again. I'm a sucker for Monday mornings and New Year's resolutions. I revel in the first blooms of springtime and the smell of newborn babies, fresh from Heaven. <br />
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There's something exhilarating about leaving the staleness of yesterday behind . . . . pulling up that anchor that would have me remain in the past . . . . detecting the subtle stirring of the breeze . . . . raising my sail to full mast . . . . setting my sites on a new horizon . . . . and giving myself over to the will of the Maker of land and sea and wind and all things . . . .letting the wind of His Spirit launch me where He wills. </div>
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<em><strong>"For in Him we live and move and have our being."</strong> </em></div>
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I've been pondering that verse a lot lately. <em><strong>In Him . . . . in Him . . . . in Him . . . .</strong></em> that phrase repeats itself again and again in my spirit. What does it mean to be in Him? The Bible says this of us who believe: <br />
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Our modern day culture focuses a lot on <strong>doing</strong>, but not so much on just <strong>being</strong> . . . . on <strong>gaining</strong> recognition and position and possessions, but not so much on <strong>losing</strong> our life in the One who <strong>IS</strong> our very life . . . . on <strong>insisting</strong> on our own way, and not so much on <strong>relinquishing</strong> control to Him who <strong>IS</strong> the Way. <br />
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What if we were to allow every day to be like the first day of school . . . . filled with anticipation of everything good . . . . overflowing with His new mercies and grace . . . . joyful hearts trusting as a child does that it's going to be just wonderful? What if we were to let go of our own stubborn wills and allow Him to take us where He pleases and continually pour out our lives to the world around us? What if we were to fully realize all that it means to "live and move and have our being" . . . . <strong>our very being</strong> . . . . in Him? </div>
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<em>Poppa, help us to really know and experience the depths of this mysterious but wonderful life hid in Christ that You have promised us. Thank You for the hope of eternal life and for making all things new. Thank you for enrolling us in your school of the Spirit, where each day is richer than the day before.</em> </blockquote>
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<em><strong>But take heart! I have overcome the world.”</strong></em> </div>
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Yesterday was one of those tough days . . . . you know the ones I'm talking about. I felt overwhelmed and weak and wavering and overcome by unseen enemies. How did I handle it? I asked several close friends for prayer . . . . I crawled up in "Poppa's Lap" . . . . and cried . . . . and worshipped . . . . and cried . . . . and worshipped . . . . and let His great Love comfort me and settle my troubled heart. Sometimes you've just got to be His little child and trust others to stand guard over you while you rest and recover. How beautiful is the Body of Christ . . . . and how vast is His love for us. </div>
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This morning I awoke bathed in His new mercies, with my much-needed cup of grace filled to overflowing. Since then I have been savoring God's promises . . . . feeding my spirit with strength-giving nourishment, enabling it to once again take charge of my fickle emotions and line them up with God's Word. </div>
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Battles come so unexpectedly in this life! One moment we are walking in the joy of His favor and blessing, enjoying Him and all He has given . . . . then . . . . out of nowhere . . . . a storm of Biblical proportions looms overhead, blocking our vision, impeding our movement, threatening to knock us down and blow us completely away. </div>
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Knowing that our Champion has already defeated every foe <strong>once and for all</strong> . . . . realizing that we can't follow in His footsteps without meeting some of those foes along the way so that we may learn to enforce His victory on the earth . . . . believing that He has already given us <strong>ALL</strong> we need to overcome in the situations that He, in His sovereignty, is allowing us to face. . . . All these things keep us moving firmly forward through the tough times . . . . through the bad reports . . . . through the long, dark nights . . . . through the stormy seasons . . . . without doubting His goodness or wavering in our faith, even if we are still sometimes trembling in our boots. </div>
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Then . . . . reminding ourselves that we are fully clothed in Him . . . . knowing that it is impossible for Him to fail . . . . we force our gaze away from the circumstances, focus our attention on His throne, and attune our <em>ears</em> to hear the battle plan. We hold up the shield of faith and the sword of the spirit and we stand . . . . and we stand . . . . and then we stand some more . . . . and we face down our enemy in the strength of our LORD Jesus Christ . . . . Captain of the Hosts . . . . Mighty Warrior King . . . . and we know that <strong>in Him</strong> we are more than conquerors . . . .</div>
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<em>And all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.</em></div>
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<em>But the word of our God stands forever. </em></div>
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He knows how I cherish their unexpected arrival in the middle of an otherwise ordinary day. They burst onto the scene . . . . adorned in vibrant beauty . . . . releasing their intoxicating fragrance . . . . changing the atmosphere with their very presence. </div>
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Like Moses at the burning bush, I just have to stop whatever I'm doing and take it all in. . . . savor the experience fully . . . . graciously receive the costly offering they have lavished upon me, understanding that their moment of fullness has come . . . . that their destiny has now been fulfilled. . . . and that the time of their fading has begun. The two lives intersect for a moment in time, and each is changed by the other. . . . Their convergence is now complete. </div>
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God sent me a special flower today . . . . His gift to me was delightful, and though the encounter was brief . . . Her fragrance lingers still, even interrupting my sleep. </div>
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I had dreaded and put off a much-needed doctor's appointment for a couple of weeks, but I had promised myself that today was the day. The waiting room of our local rural health clinic is always packed wall-to-wall with weary souls, and today was no exception. I chose my spot in the crowded room and unpacked all the diversions I had brought along to distract myself. I settled down into my bunker and prepared to endure. To think, that in my narrowness of heart and self-absorption, I came close to missing out on the wonderful gift that was being delivered just for me . . . .</div>
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She walked in the door a short time later. I looked up from my iPad, smiled, and said, "Good Morning." Noticing that there weren't many empty seats, I cleared the place next to me, and she sat down. There was no apparent common denominator between the two of us . . . . our ages were from different decades . . . . our skin colors were of contrasting hues . . . . our fashion styles clashed dramatically. . . . based on first impressions, it is likely that our social circles differed, as well as our bank accounts. But . . . . nevertheless . . . . in this most dreary, routine, and unceremonious setting . . . a moment of divine convergence was upon us. </div>
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Even before our conversation began, I sensed the invisible, yet undeniable connection that already existed. . . . I heard the distinct rumblings of "deep calling to deep". Within a few moments, we had both flung wide the doors of our hearts and begun to simultaneously spill out the contents. It was as if we had been waiting for this moment in time to be able to release what had been held back. Life and truth, beauty and pain, shared experiences and lessons learned came rushing in torrents out of the two streams . . . . from two different perspectives . . . . from two different worlds . . . . yet now converging as one in a beautiful, cascading River of Life, so that one was lost in the other. I drank thirstily and unashamedly from her, and she from me. </div>
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It was such a lovely time, and I heard the sound of my name being called all too quickly. I stood to leave, but was compelled to turn around to embrace her for a moment. Sometimes you must simply bury your face in the bouquet to absorb all of it's essence. Poppa had so perfectly orchestrated this exchange, and it was hard to see His beautiful flower begin to fade from my sight . . . . But it's purpose was now complete . . . . two lives intersecting for a moment in time . . . . each forever changed by the other. </div>
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I completed the scheduled lab work that had brought me here this morning, paid my bill, and re-entered the front lobby. I quickly scanned the room for the familiar face . . . . but, just as I had expected, she was no longer there . . . I wished I had asked her name.</div>
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As I stepped outside into the morning sunshine, I was surprised to find her out on the front walk, stretching her legs for a bit. My heart leaped for joy! We once again eagerly connected, each expressing our thanks for the newly shared friendship. </div>
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I said my final goodbye, began to head toward my car, and then suddenly remembered . . . . "Oh! By the way, I am Melody . . . . What is your name?" I asked as I turned back around. </div>
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"Lily", she replied, "my name is Lily." . . . . Of course . . . . big smile . . . . savor the moment . . . . take it all in. </div>
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<em>Now thanks be to God </em></div>
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Today was an odd day . . . . not sad or depressing or disappointing . . . . just a little disorienting . . . . or RE-orienting, maybe? </div>
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I had prepared myself ahead of time for change. I had purposefully fixed my mind on the many blessings in my life; I had reached out to some whom I felt might be struggling today; I had kept my heart in a state of thanksgiving. I realize now that I had been bracing myself for some unseen tsunami that I sensed might come from nowhere and sweep me away, never to be found again.</div>
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Today, on this first Mother's Day since her passing, I found myself alone in my mom's almost empty house . . . .wandering around the now unfamiliar rooms, stopping to bury my nose in her Youth Dew bath powder, running my fingers through some of her clothing still hanging in the closet . . . . desperately searching for something familiar to cling to. I found nothing. That house is just a building now and, strangely, I felt like an intruder there in that place I once called home. </div>
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Today was an important milestone in my life . . . .a day for burial . . . .a day for letting go . . . . a day for moving on. This was a day for plunging myself down deeper into the heart of Poppa God to gulp from the bottomless wells of His grace . . . . a day for flinging myself violently into all that He is and allowing myself to be swallowed up completely in His all-consuming Love. </div>
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Today, I learned anew that He is more than enough for me on any day, through any season, and in any situation. He is not only my Father, He is now my Mother. He is my Husband, my Best Friend, my Everything. My identity comes not from being someone's child or mother or wife or friend. My identity is not related to my hometown, my career, my possessions, or even the gifts He has given. My identity comes from Christ alone. Everything else will pass away . . . . all else will be shaken, burned up, vaporized in an instant. He alone is my Life. </div>
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<em>Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; </em><br />
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<em><strong>"What kind of Love is writing my story to the end.. . . With Mercy's pen?"</strong> </em></div>
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The above line from Natalie Grant's song, <em>Alive,</em> captured my heart a while back, and I've been pondering the imagery ever since.</div>
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Who doesn't love a good book, with a plot that grabs hold of you on the first page and carries you away hostage until you've reached the last? The story haunts your thoughts for days afterwards, and you find yourself fondly remembering each character, wondering what they are doing now, and longing to spend time with them again. Silly? Maybe . . . . but you avid readers know exactly what I mean.<br />
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Books have transported me to ancient lands and distant shores. I have tasted both victory and defeat in battle, taken my stand for justice as I championed a cause, been rescued by valiant heroes from certain doom, and swept off my feet by my one true love . . . . all while never leaving my favorite chair. I have been inspired to the point of tears at triumphs of good over evil, and I have been devastated with disappointment over the human condition as the villain gains the upper hand and causes darkness to hijack the storyline.<br />
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Have you ever stopped to consider what makes some books so enjoyable while others seem to flop? <br />
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Most stories have the same basic patterns: a setting is established, a conflict emerges, things go right, things go WRONG, there is a final breakthrough (a victory or defeat), and a conclusion. As the tale unfolds, the positive attributes as well as the personality flaws of the characters begin to be revealed and they become either dearly beloved or adamantly hated figures to the reader.<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When I discover an author whose book I love, I look forward to reading his other works, as well. I especially love a trilogy or series that allows me to follow a character or family through several generations and periods in history. It is intriguing to see how decisions made by earlier characters leave a lasting and irrevocable impact on the family or the situation being presented. </span></div>
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I can only conclude that the author must ultimately take sole responsibility for the success or failure of the tale he is penning. He alone controls every element, after all, so only he can guide it to a satisfying outcome. Once the writer has signed his name to the final draft . . . . once he has leaned back in his chair, smiled, and whispered to himself, "well done" . . . . only then can he entrust his work to the printers and wait for the reviews. His masterpiece is now complete. The rest, as they say, is history.<br />
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Okay . . . . back to the lyrics, "<em><strong>What kind of Love is writing my story to the end . . . . With Mercy's pen?"</strong> . . . . </em><br />
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What if the ultimate author of your life's story is Almighty God? He is, you know. When He created you, He designed a specific setting just for you . . . . the perfect backdrop against which the plot would unfold. He placed within you the necessary elements of your personality that were to help weave the most wonderful adventure. He planned epic battles for you to fight and the enemy of all enemies for you to overcome and vanquish. And, of course there is the unmistakeable thread of the love story of the ages, woven throughout the saga from beginning to end. This unique work is the first of a series as well, with the decisions that you make affecting the characters in future sequels as yet unwritten. This has all the makings of a great masterpiece . . . . right?<br />
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But wait . . . . what is this I see? . . . . With all of Heaven looking on . . . . God does the most curious thing. Quite deliberately . . . . without a moment of uncertainty or hesitation . . . . He reaches down through the ages and places the pen solidly in YOUR hand! Rather than being merely a passive participant in this work, you alone are now allowed to determine your role and to decide how the plot will unfold to the ending. Shocking!<br />
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The gift of the human will . . . . this is the most dangerous gift that God ever bestowed upon His creation. With it, we love and follow Him completely one moment only to turn away and rebel against Him and His beautiful plan the next. Why would He take such a risk? Why were we entrusted with the power to break His heart? There are hidden mysteries in this that will take an eternity for us to explore, but let's begin with this: God is Love and love does not EVER insist on it's own way. This God who is Love . . . . this Author and Perfector of our faith . . . . has given us everything we will ever need to become who He desires us to be, but He will never insist, never force, never control. Instead, He waits patiently . . . . bearing with us . . . . believing in us . . . . hoping for us . . . . interceding for us . . . . ever waiting and watching for that breakthrough in the plot, the place where the reader cheers and knows that the ending is now going to be outstanding!<br />
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Will you take this gift He gave you . . . . your own will . . . . this divine "Pen" . . . . and place it back into His loving Hand? Will you trust that His version of your manuscript will be perfect in every way . . . . even if it unfolds in a direction that you would never have chosen? Will you allow "Mercy's pen" to write your story to the end, just as the song suggests? Will His name be signed at the end as proof of His final approval? Will you stand before Him on that day and hear those cherished and long-awaited words . . . . "Well done, good and faithful servant"? (Matt. 25:23) Will you see Him smile at His finished work?<br />
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Only then will you know that you ARE the masterpiece that He had always envisioned . . . . Only then will His heart be fully satisfied . . . . And only then, beloved, will your own heart be fully satisfied. </div>
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I dropped my hand-held mirror this morning . . . . the one I use when putting on my makeup. As you can see in the photo, it fractured into quite a few pieces, making it difficult for me to complete my task. At first I felt irritated as I tried unsuccessfully to find a way to accurately see my reflection. I kept getting a distorted view as I sought to try a different angle. </div>
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As I continued, memories came flooding back from a time when my life was fractured just like this mirror . . . . a time when my heart was not an accurate reflection of the God who loves me so . . . . a time when I had a distorted view of Him and myself and everything in general . . . . a time when I tried and tried to look at life from a different "angle" only to end up more and more broken. </div>
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As these memories unfolded, my attention began to shift from the natural to the spiritual . . . . my attitude began to shift from agitation to adoration . . . . and my heart began to respond in the way for which it was created . . . . in worship of the One who heals the brokenhearted and sets the captive free. Oh how I love Him, because I was that captive and He has set me free! She who has been forgiven much, loves much. </div>
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I don't want to focus on all the events which resulted in my broken life. Let's just say that I have an enemy who has always hated and sought to destroy me. For a time I believed his lies and built my life on that false foundation. I loved God and wanted to serve Him, but my understanding of His ways was so distorted by lies that all my efforts were in vain. </div>
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I can remember reading Jeremiah 29 over and over again during those dark times. This chapter contains the message God gave the prophet to deliver to His people whom HE had CAUSED to be led away into captivity for a season. He was encouraging them in their final outcome and promising that, if they would search for Him with their WHOLE heart, they would indeed find Him. I would literally burst into tears each time I read this as I cried out to Him in my misery, "But, God, I don't HAVE a whole heart!!! How will I ever find you?!?! Please give me a whole heart!!" </div>
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For years I looked at Him through this shattered lens, but I never stopped crying out for Him to heal all the broken pieces of my heart. According to His beautiful design and His perfect timing, He answered my tearful prayers. All along He had been carefully working all things together for my good . . . . I just couldn't quite see it yet . . . . It was the fractured vision, you know . . . . it blinded me to the truth. But, there came a day when His incredible love was revealed to my heart in a way that dealt a death blow to all those lies! From that time on, the restoration was quick and it was solid. His love NEVER fails! The promises in Isaiah 61 became my reality . . . . beauty for ashes . . . . praise instead of heaviness . . . . everlasting joy. What response can we ever have to Him . . . . the One who rescues us with His great love . . . . other than neverending praise and worship?!</div>
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May I encourage you today to bring your broken pieces to Jesus. Stop trying to hold it all together . . . . you never will without Him. He is the One who understands brokenness more than any other man. He was rejected, stricken, wounded, pierced . . . . BROKEN . . . . on our behalf that we might be whole and free . . . blameless, without spot or wrinkle. Keep crying out to Him for a whole heart . . . . He is creating a masterpiece of your life. It will reflect His glory in a unique way . . . . one which He created for you alone to display.</div>
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<span class="woj"><em>Do not be afraid any longer, only believe. Mark 5:36</em></span></div>
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<span class="woj">Grounded . . . . I don't know exactly when it happened . . . . I don't recall a single event or major life trauma that triggered the downward spiral. In all likelihood, my personal free-fall from wide-eyed wonder and wild abandon to squinty-eyed suspicion and paralyzing fear went completely unnoticed by the casual observer. I only know that once upon a time I believed I could fly . . . . and I did fly. </span></div>
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<span class="woj">I was born for adventure . . . . and born <strong>TO</strong> an adventurer. My dad was a visionary, a man who was always looking upward and away toward a distant horizon . . . . forever pondering the next unconquered frontier. When Bill Latham caught a glimpse of something in his sites, it was like an itch that had to be scratched. You could bet that something exciting was about to happen. He was my hero . . . . and it was he who taught me to fly.</span></div>
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<span class="woj">One of my earliest memories as a youngster revolves around the thrilling, death-defying (well, to a three-year-old anyway) feat which routinely took place in our kitchen. My daddy would place me up on top of the refrigerator, step back a couple of feet, hold both hands out in front of him, and shout, "Jump!" At his command, I would sail off into thin air with complete fearlessness, assured that I would always land in his reliable embrace. He would beam proudly, I would squeal with delight and immediately demand, "Do it again, Daddy!" </span><br />
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<span class="woj">Trust came so easily then . . . . I knew nothing of falling . . . . My reality was shaped by the confidence in his voice, the safety of his arms, and the joy that we shared together in those moments.</span></div>
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<span class="woj">My father was always interested in flying, and I was his flying buddy. Years later he did obtain his pilot's license and even had his own airplane, but some of his early flight experiences were with his friend, Burl Poole, who flew a small, open-cockpit "cropduster". I would tug at my daddy's pants leg and beg him to take me to fly with "Air" Poole, as I had dubbed him. I still remember the feeling of exhilaration as we lifted off the ground and took to the sky, my long brown hair blowing wildly about in the wind! Daddy would hold my small frame tightly to keep me confined to that space, but my little spirit would soar so high that nothing could contain it. </span></div>
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<span class="woj">Years passed by, life got busy, I became too big for the refrigerator trick, and I 'm not sure what happened to the crop-duster adventures. Gradually, along with the passing of time, came the entrance of other voices into my life, with messages far different from the one I had come to trust. These voices must have been either very loud, very convincing, or very consistant, because they soon drowned out the familiar one which had always made me believe that I could do anything. Oh, my daddy was still there, encouraging and building me up, but inside I began to doubt him and believe my accusers. There did, after all, seem to be growing evidence to back up their claims of my failures.</span></div>
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<span class="woj">As fears and insecurities mounted, my spirit sank lower and lower. Soon I was so defined by these internal struggles that I shrank back from trying new things. One of the many anxieties that emerged during that time, of all things, was a crippling fear of heights! M</span><span class="woj">y feet were now bound by invisible chains which kept me tethered to the lower regions of existence. I no longer gazed upward . . . . and heaven forbid that I should ever be required to look down from even a modest elevation! </span></div>
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<span class="woj">But . . . . deep within the core of my being, there beat the heart of an eagle. You see, God had placed it there at my creation, and it had always recognized that my destiny was to soar the heights of the heavens. So . . . . at night, while my tormented mind rested from its troubling thoughts . . . . my spirit would rise above it all and reignite my passion. </span><br />
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<span class="woj">. . . . The dream was always the same, and it was repeated again and again during those earthbound years . . . . I would see myself standing perfectly still on the edge of a scenic, green hillside with arms outstretched, and my face pointed toward the sky. I wouldn't do anything else . . . . I'd just wait . . . . but at some point in the waiting, a breeze would begin to stir and increase, and it would invariably lift me above the ground. To my great delight, I would begin to glide effortlessly around the sky above the hillside. The sensation was like no other, and I would always awaken from the dream, deeply satisfied and longing for the freedom I had just experienced. </span><br />
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I won't go into a detailed account here of my liberation from all that held me down. I will just tell you that Deep <strong>does</strong> call out unto deep (Psalm 42:7), and Perfect Love <strong>does</strong> <strong>indeed</strong> cast out fear. (1 John 4:18) Poppa God has been faithfully cutting away all that has weighed me down, removing all that has hindered my ability to ascend to the heights for which I was created. He is faithful, and I am His child. I am confident that He who began this good work in me will see it through to completion. (Phil. 1:6)</div>
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The process was there all along in the recurring dream . . . . the waiting . . . . the face turned toward Him . . . . the wind of His Spirit sent to lift me up . . . . and the ultimate freedom from the downward pull of this world.<br />
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Dreams really do come true, you know. I need only to believe . . . . I need only to respond with childlike faith to His voice each time He says, "Jump!" His everlasting arms have never once failed to receive me, and so I sail off again and again into His embrace . . . . and the joy that we share in those moments is unspeakable and full of glory. </div>
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I was reminiscing yesterday about a sweet childhood memory. It's funny to think upon it with such fondness. It actually could have been a traumatic event to recall had it been entrusted to a less discerning soul . . . . but Poppa, in His infinite wisdom and immeasurable kindness, allowed otherwise. 53 years later, I still consider it to be an important stone set in the foundation of my life. </div>
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Her name was Mrs. McKeithen, and she was my first grade teacher. Back in those days of the 1950's in my small, southern hometown, we had neither preschool nor kindergarten, so her class was my very first experience in school. What a kind and tenderhearted person she was. We didn't just learn "readin' and writin' and 'rithmetic", but we learned Christian values and respect for others. Ahhhhhhh . . . . the good old days! God had not yet been expelled from our schools at that point . . . . but that's another story.</div>
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Mrs. McKeithen was definitely not a "hireling". She was a true shepherd . . . well, I guess technically she was a shepherdess . . . . who tenderly cared for her flock. She performed a ritual each day after lunch, a time when we came in hot and exhausted from our rambunctious recess romps. She would have us lay our heads on our desks and she would walk up and down the aisles, rubbing each tiny back, while she sang soothing lullabies over her lambs. We were so bathed in love! It was in this atmosphere that my foundation stone was laid. </div>
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I was a very impulsive child, with a contagious enthusiasm for life . . . . a delightful trait at times, I'm told, but a constant springboard for trouble! Not yet seasoned in the practice of self-control, I seldom weighed the consequences of my actions or words . . . I acted first and thought later. Living in the moment . . . . that was me!</div>
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I do not remember the identity of the little girl who sat in front of me, but I can still see the shiny nickel balanced precariously on the edge of the book storage area underneath her desk that morning. A nickel could still buy quite a variety of things back then, and my desire to have it overruled any moral thought otherwise in that moment. You guessed it! In one seamless movement, the nickel transferred from her possession to mine. No one was any the wiser as I slipped the treasure into my pocket . . . . or so I thought . . . .</div>
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At some point that morning, the child discovered her loss and the missing coin was reported to Mrs. McKeithen. A class-wide posse was formed and a search was initiated. It was at this point that another character flaw reared it's ugly head from my six year old being. I was already a thief, wracked with guilt and fear, struggling about what to do to correct the situation without adding total humiliation to the mix. And now . . . . enter, deception!<br />
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That was the first time I was ever held in Mercy's lap. That was the first time I ever heard those same liberating words that the woman caught in adultery heard from the Master: "Neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more." That was my first encounter with the heart of God.<br />
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Was a potential lifetime of crime averted that day? Maybe nothing as dramatic as that . . . . we'll never know. But, I can tell you that even though I didn't have language to wrap around it at age six, the wisdom of that one woman allowed me to touch the reality of a spiritual truth that had existed throughout all the ages . . . . <strong><em>"mercy triumphs over judgement."</em></strong> (James 2:13) </div>
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She could have stood me up and made a public spectacle of me in front of my peers . . . . she could have punished me and held my crime and punishment up as an example . . . . she could have uncovered my sin to the world. She could have pronounced judgement upon me . . . . it would have been justified . . . . I was guilty after all. But she chose mercy, and that mercy stands triumphant even now. </div>
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I've made thousands of mistakes since that day, falling often and failing in almost every way possible. But my life had been launched on a course. A compass had been set in my heart that would always cause me to seek out mercy in the same way that sailors navigate by true north. It would faithfully lead me home to safe harbor again and again to the place I love . . . . Mercy's lap. </div>
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My gardenias are blooming again. Love this time of year. The blooms are ever so delicate and fragrant. I know that the blossoms won't last long and are easily damaged by the spring rains, so I clip the white beauties as quicikly as they appear and bring them inside to arrange and enjoy. </div>
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I was noticing today that the blossoms aren't as prolific as usual, and realized that it is probably way past time for some serious pruning. It caused me to reflect back on a time not too long ago when I learned firsthand the value of this process. </div>
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Gardening is not one of my passions or passtimes. My good friend, Rhonda, is quite gifted with all things green and growing, and she was living with us at the time. She always seemed to know instinctively what needed to be done in the yard and when. Our property has never looked so good as when she was here. The grounds of her own home are a veritable Garden of Eden. Our yard looks more like Eden after the Fall unless someone intervenes in it's behalf. . . . . sigh.</div>
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Rhonda came to me one day and asked for permission to prune the gardenia bush. She explained that unless the bush was severely pruned, it would not produce the blooms that it could otherwise. I innocently agreed, having absolutely no clue what this meant in reality. I just blindly trusted her. </div>
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Her sure and steady hands began to demonstrate her expertise at this task. As she went to work with those big shears, I saw something in her eyes I had never seen before . . . . she was on a mission!! She clipped. . . . she snipped . . . . she chopped . . . . she lopped . . . . she was merciless!! By the time she had finished, it looked for all the world as if she had killed my bush. It was totally unrecognizable!! I was horrified and filled with regret . . . . she reassured me that it would be alright. . . . I wasn't sure at all.</div>
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As time passed, I got used to the mutilated sight of the butchered bush and didn't think about it much anymore. Quietly and without much fanfare, it began to flourish again and put out new green growth. Slowly, the seasons changed, until one day the little white blooms began to pop out. I hadn't even noticed that the bush was now heavy laden with buds. As the days passed and the fullness of time came, I was amazed at what I saw . . . the bush was completely ablaze with glory! I have never since seen such blooms as we had that year. I had to admit that the pruning had for sure delivered the goods.</div>
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I wouldn't have called the severe pruning that I witnessed <em>momentary, light affliciton</em> at the time. It seemed more like a sentence of death. But this covering of beauty I now beheld was indeed a good picture of the <em>weight of glory, far beyond all comparison</em>!! </div>
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But what about when it's my turn? What then? What about when everything surrounding me is apparently thriving and luscious . . . . and I'm basking in the sunlight of this life I'm living, enjoying all the many blessings of God? What happens when suddenly I see the Master Gardener's BIG shears gleaming in the light . . . . and I see that look of determination in His eyes as He approaches? What then, when I feel everything being lopped off and falling away from me . . . . everything that was once good and familiar and certain and comfortable . . . . and I stand there, uncovered, feeling naked and disoriented . . . . and cold . . . . what then? </div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Poppa, we who are Your own know that you hold our lives in the palms of Your hands. You are intimately acquainted with everything that touches our lives. You orchestrate each season of our journey Heavenward . . . . you carefully watch over the ebb and flow of our suffering and joy . . . . You are faithful, and we trust in Your unfailing love for us. We submit ourselves again to You, without reserve, knowing that You alone deserve all the glory that comes forth from these seasons of pruning. The worthless branches, we don't want anyway . . . . the fruitful branches we offer to your process of greater fruitfuless. You are good.</span></em></div>
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One of my favorite spots on this earth is the beautiful, Southern-style porch on the front of our 100+ year old home. I have spent many quiet, blissful hours there . . . . listening to God, enjoying the beauty of His creation, and reflecting upon what He is speaking to my heart. <br />
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Lately my attention has been drawn to the ancient oak trees on the property. I try to imagine the size of the root system beneath the ground needed to support the enormous load that each tree creates by it's height and breadth. I've been told that the size of the root system of a live oak tree mirrors the size of the tree that you can see above the ground. That is almost unfathomable to perceive!!<br />
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Those trees are so tall that you must bend backwards to see the treetops overhead. Their branches stretch out to unbelievable lengths, providing shade to the lawn and a haven for various creatures, and even a swing for my grandchildren. I love the trunks and branches and limbs and leaves. . . .they are beautiful through every season of the year. But I truly appreciate those roots . . . . the tremendous bases which support the weight of those trees. . . . and all the more when an inescapable storm front rages through. One toppled tree would irreparably damage our house. But those massive, hidden root systems have provided the stability that the trees need in order to have withstood over 100 years of even the most violent of storms.<br />
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In the prayer above, Paul expresses his desire for the church at Ephesus to be rooted and grounded in love. It is absolutely vital that our roots go down deep and wide into Poppa's love (for He IS love, you know) and draw all of our life from His Life. Only then can we be grounded . . . . <em>to lay the foundation, to found; to make stable, to establish . . . .</em> enough to really be able to explore and enjoy the breadth, the length, the height, and the depth of that same love. Incomprehensible . . . .yet, under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, Paul prays that we be able to comprehend it. Yes . . . . may it be!!!<br />
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<em>Our inner selves <strong>wait</strong> [earnestly] for the Lord; He is our Help and our Shield. For in Him does our heart rejoice, because we have trusted (relied on and been confident) in His holy name. Let Your mercy and loving-kindness, O Lord, be upon us, </em><br />
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I have had a song "stuck" in my head for a week or so now. When that happens, I begin to play or sing it over and over. An amazing thing then begins to happen: it slowly drops from my head to my heart. This is exactly what has taken place with the song, "Resting Place." Here are the words to the chorus:</div>
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<em>Here, oh Lord, have I prepared for You a home</em><br />
<em>Long have I desired for You to dwell</em><br />
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<em>Here, oh Lord, <strong>I wait for You alone</strong></em></blockquote>
Since man was created, God has always desired to dwell with his beloved children. We read in Genesis that He prepared a perfect dwelling place, a garden, with every possible provision for his first children, Adam and Eve. All that they could ever have desired was there for them . . . . and He, Himself, was present in their midst. <br />
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We read later about how He sent Moses, the deliverer, to free His children from their captivity. Once again, He provided everything that they needed, this time not in a garden, but in a barren place. He saved them from their enemies; He rained manna daily from Heaven for their sustenance; He provided water from a rock; He protected them from the elements by manifesting as a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night. <br />
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Then we see an amazing plan unfold from Poppa's heart. Moses was summoned up to Mt. Sinai, where the presence of the LORD was. This was a terrifying place, but Moses ascended the mount to <strong>wait</strong> to hear what God would say. He was given many instructions during his forty days of waiting there, including a marvelous blueprint for the building of the tabernacle, which would be the place where God would literally dwell in the midst of His people. Moses followed the blueprint precisely, and <strong>prepared a place</strong> for the presence of the LORD. God's manifest presence did come after the place had been made ready, and He dwelled there among His people for the entire forty years in the wilderness and later in the Promised Land. He was there, in the corporate sense, in their midst. Did his children honor His presence, or did they count it as common?<br />
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<em>Now Moses used to take the tent and pitch it outside the camp, a good distance from the camp, and he called it the <strong>tent of meeting</strong> . . . . when Moses entered the tent, the pillar of cloud would descend and stand at the entrance of the tent; and the L<span class="smallcaps">ORD</span> would speak with Moses . . . . Thus the L<span class="smallcaps">ORD</span> used to speak to Moses face to face, just as a man speaks to his friend. Exodus 33:7, 9, 11</em></blockquote>
What I see here is that Moses was not satisfied to merely experience God's provision nor His presence in a corporate sense, but that He made a place to personally meet with the LORD. One of the marks of his life was waiting: waiting forty years on the back side of the wilderness before His encounter with God in the burning bush; waiting forty days on Mt. Sinai on two separate occasions; and even in the forty year period of wandering in the wilderness . . . . he daily made a practice of waiting upon the LORD. <br />
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Do you provide a place to daily meet with the LORD . . . . <strong>a waiting room</strong> . . . . to honor His presence and to communicate with Him? This is more than just a physical space in your house, or a space of time in your schedule, but this waiting room is a place in your heart where you continually posture yourself before Him for instruction . . . . for wisdom . . . . for communion . . . . for Life itself. Or has His presence become common to you as it was to the Israelites? <br />
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There is much more to be said on this topic, but we will save it for another post. In the meantime, will you consider <strong>preparing a waiting room</strong> and meeting with Him there? This has always been His heart's desire. He has made every provision for you. Will you make the provision for Him? <br />
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HeartSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15556968169295776722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7353788383431154303.post-55055063410258231672012-01-10T21:10:00.000-06:002013-04-22T17:28:07.858-05:00The Apple of His Eye<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em><strong> The Lord is good to all, and His tender mercies are over all His works."</strong></em></div>
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How many times have you heard the statement, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"? Many times this is used in a negative way in reference to those who repeat the mistakes of their parents. It's another way of saying, "he's a chip off the old block" or "like father, like son."</div>
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I had the privilege of having a wonderful earthly father. Many times I think that this is why it is so easy for me to approach and enjoy my Poppa God. Unfortunately, this is not always the case for some. To them, the word "father" may bring painful images to mind--images of fathers who are harsh, demanding, absent, or even abusive. These individuals may have a more difficult journey into the heart of Father God . . . . but, the good news is that <strong>Poppa loves to walk with us through experiences which will lead us to Him!</strong><br />
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Psalm 145 gives us a wonderful glimpse into God's nature . . . . a snapshot of His heart toward His creation . . . . and all from David, the one whom God called, "<em>a man after My own heart."</em> What are His characteristics? He is . . . . <strong>gracious</strong> . . . . <strong>full of compassion</strong> . . . . <strong>slow to anger</strong> . . . . <strong>abounding in mercy and lovingkindness</strong> . . . . <strong>good to all</strong>. This is not the picture of an overbearing Father who is just waiting for His children to make mistakes so that He can show them a thing or two. No, this is a Father who tenderly loves His children--even those who have wandered far away because they have feared Him or not understood His love.<br />
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<span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0"><em>God so <strong>LOVED</strong> the world, that He sent His son . . . . </em> to bring us back into His own household. God, <em>who delivered us out of the power of darkness, and translated us into the kingdom of the </em><strong><em>SON OF HIS LOVE</em> </strong>. . . . <strong>THIS</strong> is the Poppa I love and who loves me! Because I am <em>born of Him</em>, I have His same nature--His "DNA" is my "DNA"!</span><br />
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I love the movie ,<em>A Walk in the Clouds,</em> for many reasons. One of my favorite scenes in the movie takes place after the family's huge vineyard has been destroyed by fire. The main character runs back to the "Father Tree"--the tree from which the fruit of the entire orchard had been derived--and finds that it has survived the fire and is still alive. He knows then that the life in that tree can be reproduced to bring forth many more trees, and that the vineyard can live again . . . . it's fruitfulness can continue on and on for other generations to enjoy.</div>
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God placed this principle in His creation from the very beginning. We read about it in Genesis 1:29 when God told Adam and Eve: <em>Behold I have given you every herb bearing seed upon the earth, and <strong>all trees that have in themselves seed of their own kind</strong>, to be your meat.</em> This was part of God's original covenant with man, in which He promised that seedtime and harvest would remain <strong><em>as long as the earth endures</em>.</strong> (Gen 8:22) <strong>This</strong> <strong>was to be a natural picture of a greater spiritual truth.</strong></div>
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So let's step back, focus our gaze, and take a fresh look at this amazing circle of Life and Love . . . . <br />
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<strong>LOVE WITH NO BEGINNING OR END</strong><br />
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<em>"No greater love hath any man than this: that He <strong>lay down His life</strong></em><em> for His friends." </em>John 15:13<br />
" . . . <em>unless a grain of wheat</em> [seed] <em>falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; </em><em>b</em><em>ut <strong>if it dies, it </strong></em><strong><em>bears much fruit." </em></strong>John 12:24<br />
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<strong>LOVE REUNITED TO ITS SOURCE</strong><br />
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<strong>LOVE REBORN</strong><br />
"<em>For whom he foreknew, he also foreordained to be conformed to the image </em><em>of his Son, </em><em>that he </em><em>might be the </em><strong><em>firstborn among many brethren." </em></strong>Romans 8:29<strong> </strong><br />
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<strong>LOVE REPRODUCED IN US</strong><br />
<em>"if we love one another, God abides in us, and <strong>His love is perfected in us.</strong></em>"<br />
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Hmmmm . . . . that mature fruit sounds an awful lot like Poppa's heart . . . . indeed, t<span class="verse 1John_4_12">he apple doesn't fall far from the tree! </span><br />
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And so this beautiful demonstration is repeated over and over again across the ages: the ceaseless giving and receiving of love . . . . reproducing the Life of the Father in many sons and daughters, who in turn lavish it again upon Him and upon His beloved children. What a mystery . . . .what a Love!<br />
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This morning when I awoke, a song was playing inside my "internal sound track", as I like to call it. When Poppa created me, He totally hardwired me for music (He even named me Melody), and He often speaks to me in song. Everytime I am hearing a song early in the morning before my mind has had a chance to think of other things, I know that I am hearing the melody of His heart for me--the song that He is singing over my life. If I follow Him in the song, He leads me on incredible journeys in Him. Sometimes they are for my instruction, sometimes they give direction for my day, sometimes they reveal an area in which I need a deeper revelation of who He is. Sometimes the songs are just wooing me to come away and experience His love and presence in a tangible and intimate way.</div>
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This morning, the song was "Be Near," a song recorded by Shane and Shane. I haven't heard it in a while and wasn't sure of all the lyrics, but the part I kept hearing over and over was, "Be near, oh God; be near, oh God; because Your nearness is to us our good." Oh yes! Is it ever!</div>
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As I made my way out of bed and poured my cup of coffee, I kept hearing this line over and over in my spirit and it became a prayer. I knew that He was drawing me into His presence--the place that I love the most. I began to ponder the reality of His nearness. He has promised that He will never leave me nor forsake me, so He is actually always near. Why is it then that the awareness of His presence is at times harder to apprehend than at other times? Over the years I have come to realize that sovereign, all wise God . . . . my Poppa . . . . always knows what I need, and whether that will best happen during times when He "hides" Himself from me or in times when He reveals Himself to me. Each experience is equally as precious and vital to my development.</div>
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Later in the morning, I decided to eat a little breakfast. As I cracked an egg open into the skillet, there it was--confirmation of all He was saying--a double yolked egg! I haven't discovered one of those in a while. What perfect timing it was today . . . . today, when He was drawing me to snuggle into His side and to hold me there in that place of total union with Him. </div>
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Something in me wanted to savor that moment forever and not eat the egg, but rather to just look at it. But . . . . intimacy is to be taken in and enjoyed, not merely observed from afar. Instead, I knew that I could partake of the revelation as I partook of the egg. I was to "taste and see that the Lord is good" (Ps 34:8), so that His goodness could become nourishment to my spirit and soul in the same way that the egg would bring nourishment to my body. It is a mystery to me how that egg can somehow be turned into muscle, and bone, and blood cells, and who knows what else in my natural body. It is an even greater mystery that His goodness actually becomes a part of me . . . . part of my life, my strength . . . . that which energizes and sustains me.</div>
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Oh the mysteries and revelation that are found all around us, even in something as humble as an egg. Open the eyes of our hearts Lord; grant us a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of You. We do draw near to You today, Poppa; knowing that you also draw near to us. And we proclaim that your nearness is indeed to us our good. Your goodness reproduces the fruit of goodness in our lives as we take you in.</div>
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Have you ever felt like a ship adrift at sea . . . . tossed about by the winds and waves . . . . driven by turmoil and unrest? Where is the compass that will direct us home to safe harbor? Where is the anchor that will still our constant motion? Where is the voice that can cause the storm to instantly cease and bring us into calm waters? Thankfully, the peace and rest that we seek . . . . the direction that we so desperately need . . . . the place of refuge that we long for . . . . these are only a heartbeat away when we call upon the name of Jesus.</div>
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Jesus was sent to earth to show us what Father God is like and to bring us back Home to Him. He alone can reveal to us Poppa's heart, and He simply says. . . . . <em>come</em>. He doesn't set prerequisites, He just says to come. Could it really be that easy? </div>
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It has been said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. <em>Come . . . . come . . . . come to Me and I'll give you rest. Come to Me and I'll teach you everything you need to know. Come to Me and I'll bear the burdens that you were never meant to carry. Come . . . . come to Me.</em> </div>
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He is waiting. Will you step out on the invitation which sounds too good to be true? Will you lay down your own struggling and striving and settle down into His love for you? Will you simply come? He's waiting with open arms. Come to Poppa.</div>
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<em>"Jesus answered, '<span class="woj"><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">I am the way and the truth and the life. </span></span></em><em><span class="woj"><span class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">No one comes to the Father except through me.'"</span></span></em> John 14:6</div>
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