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.
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?
We all find ourselves in a place of exhaustion from time to time. Where worry seems to overtake what we know, that only God can make the crooked path straight. How do we guard our hearts against worry, fret or fear?
I am a week away from 32, and I used to think once I reached my thirties life would seem less complicated and more smooth sailing. Now I laugh at myself when I think of this because I’ve learned along the way life will only become more complicated.
When the Holy Spirit prompts you to do something completely out of your understanding, it can be a bit of a shock to the heart. The balance of obedience, faith and comfort can come into question. Let's take a peek at Abraham and his journey of surrender.
“I hate this. If this is the love story You’re writing for me – I hate it. This is not better than I could have possibly hoped or imagined; this is the most unnatural thing You could have asked me to do and I am so mad at You for it.”
Who in their right mind looks at the God of the Universe and says those words to Him?
Um, me. I did that.
I'm learning to let go of control. To stop chasing perfection. To live for the good stuff in life. I'm learning that perfection is an unrealistic idea that robs of us the moments that are in front of us. I'm learning to stop looking at others and where they are and start focusing on God and what He has planned for me.