Life is all about the waiting, isn't it? We wait to start walking, when a toddler. We wait to get into school, for our Birthday, for Christmas, to meet "The One", to get financially stable, to lose weight, for the weekend, for vacation! The list can go on and on. Waiting always feels so long to me, like what I desired would never come. Most of us are restless, until we finally get what we have longed for. I am learning how much growth comes in the waiting. In the toil, in the walking and trust. It builds character, faith and endurance (James 1: 2-6).
Waiting doesn't have to be passive. In reading Isaiah 40:31, I realize that it is an active choice, of doing all I can do, until that moment arrives. Pull it apart, piece by piece and chew on it. It's a promise. Our hope has to be in God. He is the only one who can bring exactly what we need and when. He knows why we are going through what we are, and what it will birth in us for the next season. We can take an active stance of pursuing God through worship, tenaciously getting into His word. Surrounding ourselves with other like minded believers, who are willing to pray with you, encourage you in the word, and walk along side of you on your journey.
When I was 11 years old, my Mom went to a Bible Study, and came home changed. Up until that time, I could tell that she had been waiting, and striving for a peace that only God could bring. Our home had an underlying turmoil, but not from a lack of trying to make it perfect. You know what changed her? Seeing who God was, and what He had for her. She was filled with the Holy Spirit, the Spirit of God, who empowers us to live here on earth. He brought a peace and a hope that she had not had. Every day, her focus was on abiding in His presence. She ceased striving, stayed in His word, just soaking Him up, delighting in Him. It changed all of us. Because of her faith, we found God too. In that season, we saw miracle after miracle, from protection, to a huge move, to salvation in our family. I cherish my Mom for that, and God for His grace.
Do you find yourself in a place of weariness? What are you waiting for? To hear from the Lord? To have an answer to a specific prayer? Waiting to be used by God? Waiting for His promises fulfilled in your life? Then get before Him, pursue Him, wait at His feet, set your face right up to His and RUN into His arms! Run the race set before you. Don't stop. Don't look back. If you fall down, or find yourself worrying and carrying the burden, lay it back down. His promises are true, and He is faithful.
My stomach turned into a pretzel after I reading that quote. I felt stressed and tired because I can so relate to the hustle she was describing. I’m already feeling the impending craziness of the holidays. I really want to live in the moment, not chasing down my tasks and ignoring what is truly important. Sorta like those Gal Pals, Martha and Mary.
My daughter recently asked me what my favorite month of the year was and I was eager to tell her that November was the winner in my book. The cool air, the beautiful changing of the leaves, the Red Cup (oh hello, eggnog chai), crackling fireplaces and the expressions of gratitude shared during Thanksgiving holiday.
In Genesis, we read about Abraham's renaming of Mount Moriah as the place where God will provide (Genesis 22:14) Here we see the name of God as Jehovah Jireh which is translated as "The Lord Who Sees" or "The Lord Will Provide". Our Jehovah Jireh sees you as well as the heaviness you carry. He will provide a way for you to find peace and hope because He is good and he loves you deeply.
In this incredible age of technology, why on earth would I use a paper planner? For years I have attempted to run my business, keep track of my kids activities, sports and school stuff, plus be the social coordinator for our family using only digital apps. I’m exhausted from trying to keep up with new technology and upgrades.
I, out of all the people I know, have been a recipient of God's provision. From jobs, to food, to money for rent. Finances, open doors, favor to cars, clothing, healing and friends. I cannot begin to describe the hours of wasted time worrying, begging, pleading and stressing, only to find that, in the perfect timing, He provided, above what I asked for or imagined.
But like pretty much everything else in God’s economy, it’s not an equation we can wrap our minds around. It’s a story with billions of moving parts—the incalculable products of a broken, sinful world, slamming up against the infinite mercy of God.
When Carrie asked me to write a blog post for her, I was overwhelmed with ideas. Compassion is something that I've directly experienced God's hand in molding me, growing me into a person who better reflects who he wants me to be.But narrowing down these ideas into something that I could write proved much more challenging. I have witnessed poverty first-hand, and it left me with a lot of responsibility to relay the lessons I’ve learned.
I am so thrilled to carry the Carpe Diem binders in the shop. These binders are the perfect partner to hold our Codex inserts. The Carpe Diem binders offer superior quality and the most perfect sizing.
A few years ago, when God placed this in my lap, one of the biggest struggles I had was what would we put our Codex in? I had considered making it a wire-bound book but, quickly dismissed that idea.
I have never considered myself bold, rather I would be caught in awe of those women I admired that essentially glided through life with alluring grace and boldness. When I was asked to write on this topic, my friend Carrie mentioned that she had “learned so much about boldness” from me. I sat, literally stuck at my keyboard with astonishment and overwhelming humbleness.
I'm just going to start this post off with some honesty... sitting down to write this has been really hard. I've attempted to write this post approximately 353 times over the course of a few weeks. I'm not 100% confident that I'm the person to be talking about "wisdom" but, God calls the unqualified - so, let's see how this turns out, shall we?