Sometimes a break is too easily fixed....

Sometimes I really feel like I've been humbled.
I am low, so low. And then a flicker of my old self
twinkles. I'm not really broken, I'm playing possum.

I used to throw tantrums and feel like I was dying.
But after the dramatics, I was still kicking.

What is it to really die to self?

It must have something to do with living to/in Christ.

If He is really present, then I must really be gone.

I can only hope.

Going Against the Grain

Sometimes it seems that the wave of unbelief can carry
me to the place where I admit defeat.
A thought that what I am praying for, just can't happen.
Fear seeps in. Who says it can't happen? Who has spoken...

Is that you, Lord?

Switch to navigation by faith. What does the Word say?

So, when I pray for my son's wholeness, I rebuke the unbelief. I cry
out, Lord, I believe, help thou my unbelief and soon, I hear that
my son has improved a bit.

Peace washes over me.

Wasn't manna given in the desert, here and then gone in a moment? How much is
our feast a momentary thing, yet, like bricks on the road to Rome, our daily bread, brings us one more moment home.

Spring

Well, it's been a long and wonderful winter.

Wonderful winter? Yes. The Lord is the reason for season, remember?

And that is spring, summer, fall and winter. Do we change with the seasons?

No. We ought to spiritually stay on course. This is where I believe, idolatry can come creeping in. We begin to rejoice with the new growth, and the warmth, but isn't this focusing on the creation rather than the creator?

What about the confusion of the term Easter? Don't we know that it has a pagan root coming from Ishtar, the pagan goddess of fertility?

Celebrating the Messianic version of Jewish Passover and the holiday of firstfruits, can keep us on focus, I believe.

Come on, lets make a few changes. Let's be leaders.

Let's have a great spring.