Sunday, November 27, 2011

Fully Satisfied~

As I was paying the cashier for the gas I had just pumped into my car, I was approached by a young man in his early twenties.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Is that your little green Honda?" he asked.

Not sure who he was or why he was interested in my little green Honda, I apprehensively answered, "Yes."

"Did you just fill up at that pump?" he asked next.

"Yes, I used that pump, although I didn't fill up. I only purchased about eight gallons. Why do you ask?"

Running on Empty.
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"Well, I used that very same pump right before you and I DID fill up. It cost me over $50.00! But, when I drove away, nothing registered on my gas gauge. It doesn't show that I purchased any gas at all. I think something is wrong with that pump. While I talk to the cashier, would you mind checking your gas gauge to see if you got the gas you just paid for?"

It seemed like an odd request, but I nodded my head "yes" and headed outside to my car. I put the key in the ignition and anxiously watched my gas gauge. Slowly but surely, the needle moved away from the "E" as it made it's way closer and closer to the "F". Unlike the gauge in this young man's truck, my gauge showed I had gotten exactly what I had paid for, about half a tank of gas.

Looking up from the gauge, I saw the young man walking toward my car.

"So, did your gauge move or is it still sitting at the same spot as when you drove in?"

"The pump seems to be working fine," I answered. "My gauge is showing I have about half a tank, and that's the amount I put in. Maybe something is wrong with the gas gauge in your truck."

"Maybe." He replied. "Although, I don't see how the problem could be on my end. I just bought this truck! It's practically brand new. I'm pretty sure the problem is with this pump." And with that, disgruntled and upset, he turned and walked away.

Satisfied with my purchase, I pulled out of the station and went on my way.

Later that evening, as I was reflecting upon the events of the day, I thought about the incident at the gas station. Both the young man and I had went to the station for the same reason. We had parked in the same place, used the same equipment, talked to the same attendant. Yet, only one of us left there satisfied.

Spiritually, the same is often true of us.

Trucking through the day to day journey of life, we look at our "heart gauge" and suddenly realize our hearts are on "E". Knowing we are in desperate need of a fill up, we head to church, or read our Bible, or spend time in prayer. Some walk away from this "fill up with God" full and satisfied, others are left feeling empty. Why?

Like the young man at the station, we often fall victim to a faulty gauge. Stop and think about it for a minute. What do you use to gauge Christ's presence in your own life? Is it your emotions? As humans who are emotionally wired, this is often the instrument we rely on. Yet, probably nothing is more unreliable or fickle than our feelings!

When I entered the gas station that day, I had no reason to believe I would leave there still on "E". Why then, when I enter into the presence of the living God, the Creator of the Universe and the Lover of my Soul, should I believe I will walk away with anything less than what my heart needs and desires the most?

God promises those who hunger and thirst for righteousness WILL be filled. Regardless of what my emotions may be telling me, I must believe God has filled me to overflowing with His love, forgiveness, wisdom and grace. I must believe I have been strengthened in my inner man to once again run the race set before me. I must believe God is at work in me and through me. I must believe I have what I came for!

God is more than able and more than willing to dispense His goodness and His blessings into our empty hearts. We simply need to approach His throne of grace, open our heart before Him, and allow Him to fill us up.

Are you In need of a fill up?

Why not head straight to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords?

Believe God will be faithful to meet your needs,


then head back onto the highway of life, happy and fully satisfied in Him!



Friday, November 25, 2011

The ABC's of Gratefulness~



arms to hold, air conditioning, atlases

butterflies, backroads, backrubs

chai tea, choruses, children (precious children)



dancing, detours, Dads (my earthly and Heavenly one)

elephants, enough, enchiladas

friends & family, fireplaces, forgiveness




girlfriends, giggles, God's amazing grace

hallelujahs, hugs, Heaven

intuition, inspiration, ice cream



Jesus, justification, Just as I am



kudos, kites, kindness

laughter, love, lallygagging

mother, memories, moonlight




now, new, not

open places, ovens, opportunities

pajamas, pushes, patios




quiet moments, quilts, quirks that make me, me

ring symbolizing "I Do", rainy days, rising Sun

stars, salsa, sisters




taking my time, the title of teacher, tears

understanding hearts, unanswered prayers, unruly hair

vacuum, violets, verses of Truth




welcomes, words, windows

Xtra patience, Xtra strength, Xtraordinary God

yesterday, yes, yards

zoos, zeal, zippers~



I Thank God For You
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For all of this, and so much more,

                I am grateful~


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Thursday, November 24, 2011

How Could I Ask For More?

Happy Thanksgiving.

As I sit here by our fire, my husband dozing in the chair beside me and our little dog Sally at my feet, my heart is full.

So many blessings.

So much to be thankful for.

As I reflect on all the many blessings in my life, the words to this song come to mind:




I have been so very blessed. 

How could I ask for more?

May our hearts always overflow with thanksgiving to our Lord~

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thankful to be Me~

Free.

Free to be me...whoever "me" might turn out to be.

This was always the deepest desire of my heart. From the sidelines of life, I stood watching the rest of the world march to the beat of its own drum while aimlessly stumbling around in the dark to hear the beat of my own heart.

Everyone else seemed to have it all together. Everyone seemed so confident in who they were, in what they were doing, in living their life. Nothing in my life felt normal or comfortable.

Don't get me wrong. I grew up in a beautiful family. The trouble with me, was....well.....in me!

My search for me has been a long, lonely, and often, frustrating journey. It's not easy lugging heavy suitcases filled with insecurity, self-doubt, fear and a whole lot of other "unmentionables" around day in and day out.

My search for me has led me on many "goose chases", too. After all, I was looking for me. Me was searching for I. Talk about spinning in circles and getting nowhere.

But then, God stepped in.

From a prayer spoken in my heart, God started leading me on a path of self-discovery. As I began to search for God, little by little, I began to see glimpses of the real me; the me God created me to be.

I began to see myself through the eyes of my creator.

I began to realize that the emotions I feel, along with my personality, my talents, all 5 feet nine inches of me was intentionally, meticulously, lovingly crafted by God.

AND...in His eyes....it is good. I am good. Not good in myself, mind you, but good in the undeniable truth that God does ALL things well!

Any accomplishment I achieve, any award I win, any head I might turn, has nothing to do with me and everything to do with my Heavenly Father. It is He who has created me and it is He who is at work through me.

I can't be boastful about who I am.

Any "peculiarity" I have, any idiosyncrasy I have, any distinction I may have has nothing to do with me and everything to do with my Heavenly Father.It is He who has created me and it is He who has made me who I am.

I can't be embarrassed about who I am.

I can simply be who I am.

The balance for my life is found in Christ. The answer to who I am is found in Christ. The answer to why I was created is found in Christ.

God has made us what we are. In Christ Jesus, God made us to do good works, which God planned in advance for us to live our lives doing. Ephesians 2:10, NCV

For we are God's [own] handiwork (His workmanship), recreated in Christ Jesus, [born anew] that we may do those good works which God predestined (planned beforehand) for us [taking paths which He prepared ahead of time], that we should walk in them [living the good life which He prearranged and made ready for us to live]. Ephesians 2:10, The Amplified Bible

I'm no longer concerned about fitting in or joining the "human band". While others continue marching to the beat of their own drum, I have found the harmony of my life in Christ.

As long as I am marching to the beat of God's heart, I know who I am.

Praise belongs to the King
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I am free.




Free to be me.





Free to be who God created ME to be.




What could be more freeing than that?

And, guess what?

It IS good.

Who I am...in and through Christ... is good....very good, indeed~



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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Thankful for His Call~

This morning as I came before the Lord, opening His Word, He led me to this passage.

Then the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.


Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child.
But the LORD said unto me, Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak. Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the LORD.

Then the LORD put forth his hand, and touched my mouth. And the LORD said unto me, Behold, I have put my words in thy mouth.
 ~ Jeremiah 1:4-10


I smiled as I read the words of Jeremiah. I wonder if God smiled, too. After all, this wasn't the first time the Lord had heard this kind of response after issuing a call of duty. Remember Moses? He expressed the exact same sentiment when God called him to lead the children of Israel out of Egypt? Me, Lord? You want ME to do WHAT!?

Both men felt as though they were the wrong guy for the job. They knew who they were and they knew they fell miserably short of being what God needed them to be. But God, the one who created the heavens and the earth, had also created them. He knew them better than they knew themselves. Before either of them had taken their very first breath, God had breathed into them His plan for their life. He knew the potential and the possibility each man possessed.

As I re-read the passage, I smiled once again. This time, though, the smile had my name written all over it. Countless times I, too, have questioned the Lord's leading in my life. Each time I am faced with a new challenge, or find myself in uncharted territory,feeling extremely out of place and definitely out of my comfort zone, I begin to have the same conversation with the Lord.

 Are you sure, Lord?

Are you really calling ME to do THIS?!

I let the fear

and the uncertainty

and the stress I'm feeling begin to eat away at my faith.

Discerning the Lord's will becomes challenging. God's voice of truth gets clouded by my own words of discouragement, fear and doubt. Soon, I find myself second-guessing if I am really where the Lord has chosen for me to be.  I start to question if the Lord has called me at all.

Satan, always standing by, waiting for the itty, bittiest door of opportunity, begins to unleash his arsenal at me as well. As the battle rages, I find myself looking for a way out, a door of escape, an excuse.

 I'm not able Lord!

You've got the wrong girl!

But then..........then the Lord draws me to Himself. In a quiet moment, as I open His word, He leads me to a passage of indisputable truth, of divine calling, of renewed vision.

Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

God knows me better than I know myself. Before I, too, had taken my very first breath, He had breathed into me His plan for my life. He knows the potential and the possibility I possess.

Wild Sea Eagle hunting of Isle of Skye
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In of myself, I am not able to do the work God has created me to do. Yet, when I surrender to the Lord's call on my life, I become a vessel  through which the Creator can work.

When I am willing to be used of God,

through me,

                         (the me God created me to be,

                                        answering the call issued to me before I even took my first breath)

others see,

the Alpha and Omega,

the Beginning and the End,

 I AM.

Each and every time this happens, I smile. I have a feeling the Lord smiles, too!








Friday, November 18, 2011

Growing into Life~

It comes out of nowhere and hits you almost anywhere.

This realization that time is passing.

A birth announcement from a former student.

An invitation to an 80th birthday party for an aunt.

The wrinkles that used to be dimples and the dimples that never used to be.




And you stop.



 In that moment.



 And you wonder.






Where has time gone?

When did this happen?

And the reminder, the sudden awareness of growing and aging and time moving by catches you by surprise.

It steals your breath.

It stops you in your tracks.





So much left to do.

So many words left to say.

So many places unvisited and people unmet.

So much living still left undone.



But...
reflection
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then again....


so much already experienced.



So many hugs given and laughs shared and tears exchanged.


So many dreams birthed and land covered and skies flown.

So many years tucked into so little time,
      so much life squished into so few years,

and the growing continues.


This growing into life,

              my life.

And, I smile.


And, I thank God.


And, I move on in my day.


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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Thankful for My Miranda Shoes and the Gift of Prayer~

How many times has something in your day made you think of a certain someone?

Today, I’m wearing one of my favorite pairs of shoes, my Miranda shoes.



No, Miranda is not a famous designer of footwear, although she might grow up to be one someday. Miranda is a former student of mine, and the shoes, a constant reminder for me to pray for her.



Today I am sharing my story over at my friend Amy's place...
Amy L. Sullivan.

To read more, won't you join me HERE-

Thankful for a Psalm of My Own~

As long as I can remember, the words to the 23rd Psalms have been a part of my life. Having memorized this passage as a child, these words, though very familiar to me, were merely that...words. Until recently, that is.

After eighteen successful years in my career of choice, God began to lead me in a new direction. He had a plan. A Psalms 23 kind of plan. While circumstances in my life seemed out of my control, I now know they were never out of God's control.

My loving, Heavenly Father knew I would never venture away from all that was familiar and "safe"  on my own, so He allowed what had always been a comfortable and preferred environment to become a place of unrest and misery for me. Through each trial and each unpleasant experience, God was leading me away from an old, familiar place toward something new.

Thus began my journey with the Shepherd.

He led and I followed.

While the way wasn't always clear to see, the love and faithfulness of my Heavenly Father became clearer and clearer with each and every step. Now, I was no longer simply quoting the words of this psalm, but like David, living them.

The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.

As we walked together, God was faithful to provide for my every need. After several years of searching and seeking, God led me to a new place of employment.

River Whale
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When a  friend asked if I like my new job, the words from my mouth surprised even me.

"I love my new job.


It is so peaceful and stress free.


 I find myself smiling, even laughing and actually enjoying my life. It's as though God led me to a place of rest and rejuvenation!"



He maketh me lie down in green pastures,
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul.


From this place of rest, I can look back over my life and see heartprints of God's love every step of the way. Through the ups and down, the highs and the lows, He IS there. Through the times of plenty and the times of need, He IS there. Through the times of laughter and yes, in the times of sorrow, He IS there. Through times of friendship and betrayal, He IS there.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evi: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

My Cup Runneth Over
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Daily my loving Shepherd has led me through the valleys, over the mountain tops, and beside the still waters. Through this journey with Him, I have never been out of His care or without His love. Like David, I can rejoice in my God and I can rest in His guardianship. The Shepherd knows the way that is best.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.








Monday, November 14, 2011

Thankful for HIS Perfect Plans~

Plans.
We all have them.

Some are grandiose like climbing Mt. Everest. Some are simple like what to fix for dinner. Some happen. Some don't.

As a child, whenever a plan fell through and disappointment flooded my heart, my mom would always turn to this old familiar quote:

the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray
(a paraphrase from the poem by Robert Burns called To a Mouse.)

I can't speak for mice, but I can speak for me, and in my lifetime, plans have often gone astray, awry, and everywhere else!

My plans, that is.


Not God's.


His plans are always in place.


Like the time I was engaged to someone who became engaged to someone else while still engaged to me. (True story! You cannot make this kind of stuff up!)


Or the time I ended up losing my job after twelve years of sacrifice, dedication, blood, sweat and tears. (Ok...no blood was involved, but my heart hurt so bad over this it felt like it was bleeding.)


Or the time I was expecting and miscarried.


Or the time I was expecting for the second time and miscarried.


Or the time I was expecting for the third time and miscarried.


My plans have gone astray. My plans have taken detours and led me to places I never thought I would be or ever hope to go again. My plans have twisted and turned until sometimes they were no longer recognizable. But...in the end...my plans have always led me to God.


Sometimes the road to God was sweet.


 Sometimes, it was bitter and full of doubt, questions, resentment and anger.


 Sometimes, it left me bitter and feeling hollow inside. But....at the end....God was there.

I HOPE THIS DOESN'T MEAN THERE ARE NO MIRACLES LEFT... !
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Looking back, I can see God's hand in some of the twists and turns.

When I think I could have married the "man of my dreams" (well, if he hadn't gotten engaged to someone else), and missed out on the husband I have now, I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.

God knew best.

When I think I could have stayed at that job and missed out on re-locating near my parents and spending time with my precious Daddy during his last days on this earth, I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.

God knew best.

When I think about those three precious little babies....

I cry.

Still.

And, I fold my hands in prayer and give my sorrow to the Lord once again. I have not yet seen the "why" behind this, but I have felt His love comfort me.

I have to trust that God knows best.

Our plans are not God's plans.

Our ways are not His ways.

But, His ways are perfectly perfect.


I can't speak for mice, but I can speak for me. When my plans falter, when disappointment and sorrow flood my heart, I turn to the truth found in God's word.

‎For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11.


My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.
... “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine." ~ Isaiah 55:8


In all things, God's ways are perfect... and for this, I throw up my hands and thank God with every fiber of my being.


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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Thankful for His Question~

And they came to Jericho: and as he went out of Jericho with his disciples and a great number of people, blind Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, sat by the highway side begging. 
 ~Mark 10:46 (KJV)

Bartimaeus had a need. Each day he sat by the highway, calling out to all who passed by. Chances are, on most days, his cry went unnoticed. People hurried on their way, too busy or too preoccupied, or simply too self-absorbed to even notice this man, much less hear his plea for help. If he was lucky, someone might toss a coin in his direction, then hurry on by. But the coin was just enough to help him "get by" - just enough to help him survive. It did nothing to change his situation or his circumstances.

What is the cry of your heart?

Who (or what) have you been crying out to?

Are you depending on the people (or things) around you to give you what you need, or to change your current situation?

If so, is your situation changing?....or like Bartimaeus, do you keep finding yourself sitting on the sidelines of life, barely getting by, simply surviving, still in need, day after day?

When Bartimaeus heard that Jesus of Nazareth was nearby, he began to shout, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”  

“Be quiet!” many of the people yelled at him. But he only shouted louder, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”
~ Mark 10:47-48 (NLT)

Then, one day, everything changed. Jesus was in town. In fact, He was nearby! Not only had Bartimeaus heard that Jesus was within shouting distance, he had probably heard WHO Jesus was and WHAT Jesus did was worth shouting about!!!! He began to call out to Jesus, but immediately, those around him began to yell at him to be quiet.

Do you let the opinions, the actions, or the beliefs of others keep you from crying out to Jesus?


Do you cry once, only to give up when the burdens and the cares of this world try to silence your faith?


Are you persistent in your cry for help?


Jesus stopped in his tracks. "Call him over." They called him. "It's your lucky day! Get up! He's calling you to come!" Throwing off his coat, he was on his feet at once and came to Jesus.
 ~Mark 10:49-50, (The Message)

Bartimaeus cried out to Jesus and his cry stopped Jesus in His tracks. Bartimaeus cried out to Jesus and his cry was met with an invitation; an invitation to come to the only one capable of meeting his need. Suddenly, he didn't need the help of anyone (or anything)....only Jesus. Instantly, this blind beggar threw off his coat, hopped to his feet and came to Jesus.

What is the cry of your heart?


Have you cried out to Jesus?


When He has invited you to come and freely receive that which you desire most, have you accepted His offer?


Like Bartimaeus, do you need to throw off your coat of guilt or shame, of doubt or unbelief, (or fill in the blank), so it can no longer hinder you in your pursuit to run to Jesus?


"What do you want me to do for you?” Jesus asked.

“My rabbi,” the blind man said, “I want to see!” And Jesus said to him, “Go, for your faith has healed you.” Instantly the man could see, and he followed Jesus down the road.
 ~Mark 10:51-52 (NLT)

Every day, Bartimaeus begged for money. This wasn't the deepest need of his heart, though. When Jesus asked him this question, Bartimaeus asked for that which mattered the most to him, that which would not merely help him get by, or help him survive, but that which would change his situation forever. He wanted to see! He wanted to view life in a brand new way. He wanted to truly live, not just exist. And Jesus, in his ever-present mercy and grace, gave him the desire of his heart. No longer was Bartimaeus found begging along the side of the highway, stumbling his way through life. From this moment on, He kept his eyes on Jesus, following where ever He led, living the abundant life found only in HIM.

Are you ready to have your deepest need met?

Are you ready to see (and live!) your life in a brand new way?


Today, right now, Jesus is near. Today, right now, Jesus is asking you.....

What do you want me to do for you?

Don't be afraid to tell Jesus what it is. He is asking. He is waiting to help.

Right now!!!

Get up!!!

Throw off whatever is holding you back, and run to Jesus!

In reckless abandon, fall at his feet!

In faith, cry out to Jesus!

Let your faith heal you and make you whole

Today, Jesus is passing by. All it takes is one touch to change your life forever.

Are you willing to risk everything and run to Him,
                                                
                                                   or are you content
                                                                   
                                                                       to let Him simply

                                                                                                 pass

                                                                                                            you

                                                                                                                       by?

It's your call and...

It's never.........or it's NOW~


Friday, November 11, 2011

Not Forgotten~

Her reaction was completely unexpected.

Four years earlier, when just three years old, this precious little girl and I met in a preschool classroom. Her mom and dad in jail, she now lived with her grandpa and since grandpa had to "work, honey. I'm sorry but I have to leave you here so I can go to work, sweetheart," she spent her days with me and ten other three year olds.

To look at her you would have thought her life was made of happy. In dresses and bows, her beautiful face drew others to her, but her heart, in turmoil and distress, pushed away and ran in the other direction.

Little by little, day by day, she slowly welcomed me into her world. By the end of the year, we were heart to heart. But as is so normal in life, change came. The Lord led me to a new school across the country, so this precious little one and I said good bye.

Four years later, the Lord opened the door for me to visit New Jersey and the school that held so many memories and a piece of my heart. Imagine my surprise when I was told this precious little girl was now attending 1st grade in the Christian school next door.

As I raced to her classroom, my feet tried desperately to keep up with my heart. As I peeked in the small classroom door window, I spotted a girl in the far corner of the room.

Her reaction was totally unexpected.

As she turned to speak to a classmate, she spotted me spotting her, and without hesitation, dropped the book she was holding and came running in my direction.

Blurry running girl
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I barged into the room and ran straight into her open arms.

As we embraced, tears flowed down my cheeks.

How could she possibly remember me after all these years? 
Four  years to be exact? 
She was only three when I saw her last?

Curiosity getting the better of me, I looked down at her beautiful face and asked, "Do you still remember me, after all these years?"

As our eyes met, she squoze me even tighter, and spoke the words I will never forget,

"I don't know your name, but I know you love me."

How fitting that she didn't remember my name.  Who I was didn't matter.  Who I was wasn't important.  I was simply the one chosen by God to pour His love into this young, battered and shattered little heart.

She had felt His love and four years later, she had not forgotten it.


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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Thankful for Scorpions~

(Ok....maybe not scorpions, but rather the faithfulness of  my God to teach me a lesson using these critters.)

One of the perks of having a husband is having your very own small game hunter. At least that’s the way I like to refer to the man of my house. Anytime an eight legged creature or otherwise unwelcome guest is spotted, my husband is beckoned and viola! Bug be gone! It’s like having my very own personal exterminator. The only problem is my man isn’t always home when one of these small beasts decides to pay us a visit. Such was the case one night several weeks ago.

With my husband out of the house for a few hours, I decided to take advantage of my time alone to do some household chores, one of which was laundry. With a basketful of clothes tucked under my arm, I made my way to our garage where our washer and dryer are located. After I started the load, I headed back toward the door leading from the garage into our home. As I reached for the doorknob, I just happened to look up. There, on the ceiling looking down at me, was a scorpion. As our eyes met, I knew there was only one thing to do. I darted into the house as fast as I could, quickly closing the door behind me. Then, I calmly and casually strolled into the living room acting as though this brief encounter had never happened.

Try as I may, though, I couldn’t erase the image of the scorpion from my mind.

Scared
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I knew it was out there.


I had seen it and all the pretending in the world wasn’t going to change that. I also knew this fella had legs. It wasn’t going to be content to simply hang out on the ceiling of our garage. Before long, it would decide to venture indoors. Like it or not, I knew I had to kill it before it had a chance to crawl under the door and make itself at home in our home.

Mustering up all the courage I could find, I headed back out to the garage. I picked up my husband’s weapon of choice, a long stick, and proceeded to do some small game hunting of my own. After numerous shrieks (from me, not the scorpion), this would be home invader soon fell lifeless to the floor. Mission accomplished.

As I made my way through the doorway and back into our home, I was reminded of the words found in Genesis 4:7, “sin lieth at the door”. Remember the story? God had asked for an animal sacrifice, but Cain, being a tiller of the ground, had instead offered the Lord a sacrifice of fruits and vegetables. When God didn’t accept Cain’s offering, Cain became angry. God knew if Cain did not squelch this anger before it had time to consume his heart, sin would soon follow. Foolishly, Cain walked away from God’s counsel. It didn’t take long for his anger to take over his thoughts and subsequently, his actions. In the very next verse, in fact, we read the sad details. Cain lured his brother, Abel, out into a field and killed him.

All too often, instead of eradicating the sin in our life once and for all, we foolishly allow it to remain at the threshold. Sometimes, we pretend it doesn’t exist. We go on about our life as though there is nothing to be concerned about. Oftentimes, however, we do acknowledge it, but in our arrogance, we proudly parade around it as though we are invincible and the sin incapable of penetrating the walls of our heart.

Like Cain, when we willfully allow sin to take root in our heart, the following verses of our own life will eventually reveal the sad details. Sin comes packaged with consequences. As the sin plays itself out in our life, we too may discover that our actions have "killed" something very dear to our own heart. Maybe it is our reputation that received the deadly blow. Perhaps it is our marriage that is now lifeless and dead. Possibly, it may even be our very will to live that is found gasping for it's next breath.

The scorpion in my garage didn’t stand a chance. Unfortunately, neither do you and I when it comes to sin. In our own power, we are completely incapable of battling this invader of our heart. How we need a savior.

Have you checked the doorway of your heart lately?

Is there a sin lying in wait for an opportune time to make its way into your life?

If so, don’t wait another minute. Call upon your Heavenly Father.

When we confess our sins to God, He is ever faithful to come to our rescue. His weapon of choice has always been the blood he shed for you and me on the cross of Calvary. As we confess and then repent, God covers this sin with His precious blood, giving us the ultimate victory. With hands held high in praise and thanksgiving to our God, we can once and for all boldly declare, “Mission accomplished!”



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