Monday, November 16, 2020

Maturing in Childlike Faith~

One of my favorite songs 
is about a class of children 
with special needs. 
While their teacher 
taught them their ABC's, 
she also shared with them 
the love of Jesus. 

One day, 
she told them
of Jesus' promise
to come back 
and take them 
to Heaven. 

From that moment on, 
she couldn't keep them
in their seats! 

They were always 
running to the windows, 
pressing their 
fingertips and noses 
against the windowpane,
looking for Jesus. 

If He said He was coming, 
He WAS coming!

Oh, to have the faith of these children.

How it must 
please our Father's heart 
when we take Him 
at His word.

If He said it, 
He will do it. 
No ifs, ands or buts
about it.

As I look into my own life, 
I have found 
the moments
that have brought me 
the most pleasure 
are the ones where 
I was understood
for who I am 
and I was taken
at my word. 

On the flip side of that, 
I can also attest 
to the fact 
that some of my most 
frustrating and heartbreaking moments 
have been those when 
who I am 
was questioned or doubted.

We all long 
to be someone 
can believe in 
and count on. 

I wonder if God longs for this, too. 

Can you imagine 
what kind of life 
you and I would be living 
at this very moment
if we truly took 
the Lord 
at His Word?

When I was a child, 
I was told faith 
is a lot 
like sitting 
on a chair. 

When we sit down, 
we have faith 
this piece of furniture
won't let us down. 
We trust it will 
support us and hold us up. 

Seldom do we 
give the chair 
a second thought, 
much less 
a thorough inspection! 

when it comes 
to placing our life 
into the hands 
of the Creator 
of the universe, 
we hold back, 
questioning and doubting
if He will be there 
to hold us up?

But without faith 
it is impossible
to please him: 
for he that cometh to God 
must believe that he is, 
and that he is a rewarder 
of them that diligently seek him.
~ Hebrews 11:6

I once asked my class 
what they were thankful for. 
In the midst of the usual 
flood of responses - 
my bike, my family, our dog - 
one answer stood high 
above the others. 

One little boy 
simply stated 
he was thankful 
God was real 
and not pretend.

Do you believe God is real? 

Are you willing 
to relinquish 
the weight 
you are carrying 
and allow Him 
to support you 
and hold you up? 

Are you ready 
to run with me 
to the window of God's heart, 
leaving your own heartprint,
as in eager anticipation, 
you look for all 
He has promised you?

It is the desire 
of my heart
to please my God. 

What better way 
to do this than 
to believe 
He is WHO 
He says He is
and to know and trust 
He will DO 
what He says He will do.


Sunday, November 8, 2020

Listen. Hear That?

"Listen, Baby!
Hear that?"

And since this conversation
usually happened in
the wee hours of the night,
and since with my man
sleeping nestled right beside me
I always slept so peacefully and sound,
chances are
until he gently touched me
and whispered those words,
I hadn't heard that.

"Listen, Beautiful.
It's raining."

Once I shook the sleepy off,
and started to awake, though -
I could hear it, too - 
this beautiful,
sound of rain.

The dancing of rain
on the roof above,
the pitter pat of 
drops on our window pane,
the drip, drip, drip,
of water rolling off the roof
and into newly formed puddles.

Aaah - rain in the desert.

There is nothing like it.

Especially in the heat 
of a long, hot, dry summer.

Besides the symphony of sound,
the rain always brought with it
a cooling of the temperature
and an infusing of the air
with the scent of the oil
from the now soaked creosote bushes.

And I always understood
why the one who loved me so
didn't think twice
about waking me up.

To have missed this.
To have missed the rain.
To have missed experiencing
it with my man.
No - I wouldn't have wanted
to miss one moment of it.

Because as much as this rain
was sent to refresh and water the earth,
deep inside the deepest place of me,
I, too, was refreshed.
I, too, was revived.

"Listen, World.
Hear that?"

And since this post
is happening in 
the wee hours of earth's history,
and since living in this world
nestled up against
all of its distractions,
cares, and concerns can 
lull us into a spiritual sleep,
chances are
until I gently nudge you awake,
you might not
have heard that yet,

"Listen, Brother and Sister!
It's raining."

And I think
once you
have shaken off the sleepy
and begin to awake,
you will hear it, too.
The beautiful,
sound of rain,

The latter rain,
that is.

The sound of God 
pouring out His Spirit 
upon a dry and weary land.

The cry of humanity
looking for answers,
the sound of prayers
ascending up to heaven,
the sense of urgency
in the sharing of the gospel.

Aaah - spiritual rain in our world.

There is nothing like it.

And just like my man,
made no apologies
for waking me up,
I am boldly reaching out,
touching you on your heart,
and waking you up.

To miss this.
To miss the hope falling around us.
To miss the move of God happening among us.
To miss the revival 
and the refreshment
and the very 
power of our God
at work in our land.
To miss experiencing it
with our God, with each other.
No - I don't think
either of us
want to miss out on this.

So, wake up, dear one.


Hear that?

It's raining.

It. Is. Raining.

This is not the time to be sleeping.

Breathe it in deep.
this Holy Spirit infused air.

Allow it to 
revive you,
refresh you,
empower you.

Then, go out 
and wake up others, too.

It's raining.

His Spirit is falling.

God is moving.

Be encouraged.

~ Stacy

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Faith Remains~

So many times 
we think we have faith 
until we find ourselves in a place 
that has us questioning God,
that in turn,
takes us to a place
that has us questioning our faith 
in God.

We hear a diagnosis.
We get "let go" from our job.
We receive divorce papers.
We stand in a cemetery.

Blindsided and knocked off our feet,
we start to wrestle with God about the "why"?

Only sometimes,
most times, in fact,
when it comes to knowing the "why",
God chooses to remain silent.

And this is where the questioning of our faith begins.

It's easy to have faith
when all is as we think it should be.
It's easy to have faith
when life is good,
and it seems God is good, too.

But - what about when the ground crumbles beneath us?

If we are standing on faith in God,
and not faith in our situations and our circumstances,
we will still be able to stand.

This is what faith is -
standing when we don't know what,
standing when we don't know when,
standing when we don't know where,
standing when we don't know how -
because we know WHO.

Everything is our life can change in a heartbeat,
but God never changes.

Faith is faith 
when we don't have all the answers
and still believe.

Faith is faith 
when we don't understand the why
and still believe.

Faith is faith 
when we don't know 
what, when, where or how
and still believe.

And, this.
Especially this:
Faith is faith even when
we still feel pain,
we still feel anger,
we still feel hurt,
we still feel left wondering why.

Because I think 
what we sometimes forget is this:
It is possible to have faith
and feel as though 
you are drowning 
in a sea of emotions

Faith can still be there
even in the tears,
even in the heartache,
even in the pain,
even in the struggle.

Don't allow your emotions 
to convince you
you've lost your faith.

Don't allow your emotions 
to "mix up"
the losses in your life.

You may have lost your health, 
but faith still remains.
You may have lost your job, 
but faith still remains.
You may have lost your spouse, 
but faith still remains.
You may have lost your loved one, 
but faith still remains.

This is the very essence of faith in God.

It stays
even when,
in the midst of,
and in spite of.

When our faith is in God,
faith remains
because He remains.


Friday, October 23, 2020

Until . . .

Gracious Heavenly Father,
You want nothing more 
than for Your children 
to walk in truth.

So often, though, 
we feel as though 
we are in a game 
of hide-n-seek with You. 

We feel as though 
we somehow 
have to make our way 
through a maze of 
"this way" or "that way" 
in order to find 
our way to You. 

We wonder why 
knowing Your will 
and finding Your way 
is so hard to do. 

And yet, the truth is this:

You are not hiding; 
we are not truly seeking.

You are not silent; 
we are not truly listening.

You are not ducking and dodging 
in an effort to stay 
one step out of touch with us;
we are not zeroing in and focusing 
totally and completely 
on You.

The problem is not with You, Father God.
(Never has been. Never will be.)

The problem is with us.

We allow everything and everyone 
to overshadow and drown out 
what You are doing, 
what You are saying, 
what You are guiding us to 
or leading us through.

We remember Peter, Lord. 
How, walking on the water, 
You held out your hand 
and invited Peter 
to walk to You 
and with You. 

Stepping out of the boat, 
eyes, ears, and faith 
all completely on You, Jesus, 
it was easy for him 
to know what to do, 
where to step, 
which direction to go. 

And do, step, and go, he did. 

Right on top of the water, 
right straight to You, 

Oh, Father God, 
this is the word 
(and the moment!) 
that always causes us 
to stumble, 
to fall, 
to doubt, 
to become fearful and confused. 

We hear Your calling, 
we sense Your leading, 
we know what You are 
calling us to 
and we are willing 
to do, step, and go 


until we are reminded about this,
until we start to realize that,
until we listen to them,
until we forget about,
until we TAKE. OUR. EYES. OFF. OF. YOU.

Help us, Father God 
in our "until" moments.

Help us to keep 
seeking You 
with all our heart.

Help us to keep 
listening for Your
still small voice.

Help us to keep 
removing all that blocks 
our view of You.

Help us to keep 
stepping out,
placing one foot of our faith 
in front of the other 
we reach You, Lord.

Oh, Father God, 
You want nothing more 
than for Your children 
to walk in truth.

You will be faithful 
to lead us,
if only, 
we will be faithful 
to follow.

Thank you, Father God.

In Jesus' precious name, we pray. Amen. 

~ Stacy

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

What's So Ordinary About That?~


So many times
we let this word
define our day.

When the alarm goes off,
we moan as we head into
"just another ordinary day".

As we 
eat breakfast,
maneuver through traffic,
answer emails,
fold laundry,
sit in a waiting room,
pick up the kids from school,
we find ourselves
going through the motions,
doing the next thing on our list,
without ever stopping 
to realize:
each of these moments
are anything but ordinary.

Each moment
is a moment in time
any other moment in time.

Each moment,
only a moment,
for that very moment.

Each moment
gone the moment
another moment begins.

Each moment,

Each moment,
a gift.

As I sat in a waiting room
at a doctor's office one day,
I thought about all the
"ordinary" things
I take for granted.

A man in a wheelchair
reminded me how 
walking is.

A lady on oxygen
reminded me how
breathing is.

If you stop 
and think about it,
which is exactly 
what I did that day,
you can't help 
but come to the conclusion
that every single moment
of life
is. a. miracle.

Every single moment
of life
is. an. extraordinary. gift.

Every "ordinary" part 
of our day
is anything-but-ordinary,
only we don't take the time
to stop and notice
what we've been given,
what we're able to do,
what our God has granted us
at that very moment in time.

To be a 
human being
is anything but ordinary.

We are fearfully 
and wonderfully made
and each and every moment
of our life,
graciously and miraculously
given to us.

May we live 
each moment
in awe and appreciation
of both.

~ Stacy

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Stand Your Ground~

most times, in fact,
when you are in
the midst of a storm,
and all is breaking
loose around you,
you feel the overwhelming need
to run away,
to escape,
to withdraw,
to retreat,
to strike out,
to fight back,
to force your way through,
to launch out in a
completely new direction.

most times, in fact,
neither of these responses
are best.

most times, in fact,
the best thing
you can do is this:
stand your ground.

Don't allow the pressure
to push you backwards,
and certainly
don't allow the pressure
to push your forward
into decisions
you have no business making
during a time
of emotional stress
and uncertainty.

Stand your ground.

Dig you feet
into the promises
found in God's Word.

Hold fast to the truth
that God is with you
and God will fight
your battle for you.

Believe that 
God is at work,
God is in control,
God is working it
(all. of. it.)
for good.

Pray for the courage 
to not be swayed.

Pray for the strength
to endure the storm.

Pray for the peace
to hear God's still small voice
above all else.

Pray for the 
presence of God to 
uphold you,
sustain you,
support you, 
and surround you.

Stand in the power
of your God,
and let Him work.

Know and believe that
not sometimes,
not most times,
but ALL TIMES, in fact,
your God is faithful.


Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Sowing in Tears~

In the moments
right before the 
Celebration of Life ceremony
for my husband 
four years ago now,
we gathered at 
the front of the church -
the two pastors 
officiating the service
and me,
and we prayed.

We joined our hearts
and our hands together
in a bond of three, 
and we prayed - 
every single person
in attendance that day
would someday
(if not that day,
and if not already)
come to a 
saving knowledge of Jesus
and enjoy a personal
walk with God.

Nothing would have made
my precious man happier.

We claimed the promise
that God's Word
does not return void,
that it accomplishes
the very purposes of God.

I know 
without a doubt
Heaven will one day
reveal God's faithfulness.

The last few days,
as I am knee-deep
in packing and 
the emptying out of our home
for my upcoming move,
I have been praying
a similar prayer.

As I have been
loading the car
with all of my man's clothes -
(I can still see him in 
every shirt,
every suit coat,
every t-shirt,
every pair of sweats,
every piece of cameo,
every single pair of jeans,)
all of his personal belongings,
as well as so many items
from our life together,
I have been praying
once again, 
and believing anew.

This time my prayer
is for the one
who receives.

For the one 
who might become
the new one 
sporting his sport coat,
relaxing in his t-shirt,
feeling the warmth of a fire from a tree he cut,
poking a log with our fire poker,
enjoying a meal on our tableware,
circling around our artificial Christmas tree,
listening to music on our stereo,
reading by the light of a favorite lamp,
hearing God's Spirit through the pages of a Bible.

I am praying,
that they, too, -
every single person
who is gifted an item
or purchases it from the thrift store -
will someday
(if not that day,
and if not already)
come to a 
saving knowledge of Jesus
and enjoy a personal
walk with God.

And since my man
loooooooooooooooved clothes,
(so much so
I had to make two trips 
just for those),
and since together
we lived a whole lot 
of life together here,
(What a trip that has been!
Thank you my Abba Father!),
among the tears,
I have also felt
a smile of anticipation,
a smile of joy
as I think about
just what our God 
will do 
as I pray
for His very presence
to be known
in the lives
of whoever 
receives each item.

When you have been
entrusted with the honor
of saying goodbye
to your love,
to his personal belongings,
to a life shared together,
it's no light matter.

Knowing and believing
that in all things,
if you entrust
it all to God -
He can and will
make it count
for His Kingdom
you can release it all -
praising God in advance
for the harvest
that is sure to come.

~ Stacy

Friday, October 9, 2020

When You Know You Are Held~

Raw, transparent, and vulnerable -
do you suppose any of us
like to find our character
clothed only in authenticity?

This girl certainly doesn't,
and yet,
I know that I know that I know
it is this that God has called me to -
in my relationships,
in my walk with Him,
and in this space,
where words reveal to you
a whole lot more than I wish they would.

if a revelation of this
sinful, messy, real, authentic heart
is what God can use for you to
better see His heart authentically,
then raw, transparent and vulnerable it is.

Which brings me to today's post
and this admission:

Lately I've been feeling
more apart
(a million broken pieces
scattered everywhere
and in every direction)
than I've been feeling together.

Can you relate?

A little of me here,
a little of me there.
A little attention to this,
a little attention to that.
A little working on this,
a little working on that.

And naturally,
it only stands to reason,
if you don't have it 
all together,
it makes you feel
like you're falling apart, right?

And yet,
God has been showing me,
feeling and being
are two totally different realities.

Life has a way
of pulling us
in a million different directions -
dead ends.

And yet,
if we are rooted and grounded
in Christ,
we may 
give in to this tug or
give way to that push,
but we are held together
in and through Him.

We may feel like
we are just a 
jumbled up,
disconnected mess -
but the one who
holds the moon
and holds back the waves
is holding us.

And His hold on us,
holds us together.

Never let a feeling
convince you
you are something
you are not.

Never let a feeling
talk you out of a truth.

The world can
pull and tug 
all it wants,
(and it will)
but the hold our God
has on us
keeps us together in Him
even in the midst
of the most broken of places.

Our coming undone,
our falling apart,
our not having it all together -
this is simply part of being human:
a human desperately in need of a God
who holds us in the palm of His hand.

Feeling anything but together lately?
Me, too.
Praise God, it's only a feeling.
We've got this,
because we've got God.

And most importantly,
God has us,
and He's never letting go.

For in Him 
we live and move
and have our being.
~Acts 17:28

~ Stacy