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 
others 
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! 

Yet, 
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.


~Stacy



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,
undeniable 
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,
either.

"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,
undeniable,
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.

Listen.

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
simultaneously.

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.



~Stacy