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e encouraged by the faithfulness of
the Lord.
"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope...his compassions fail not. They are new every morning:" Lamentations 3:21-23
May the faithfulness of God be your encouragement for today and for all your tomorrows!
Dear Sisters in Christ,
It's a new year, but you knew that. It hardly seems like it's been 4 years since I began writing these encouragement letters. Even though you, my spiritual sisters, are scattered, God knows the needs of each of your hearts, and I pray that He will touch your life today and give you a big hug, both from me and Him. He is our Father, we His daughters, and thus we are sisters. I love you.
I've decided to share with you from my quiet time journal what I wrote as this year began. I'm not one to make New Year's resolutions, but these are the desires I have for this year.
1) I want to walk in the newness of the Spirit, not in the oldness of the letter. (Romans 7:6) With Christ living in me I am a new person. (2 Corinthians 5:17) God has given me a new heart and His Spirit to renew my life. (Ezekiel 36:26) My desire is to be renewed daily and enjoy the presence of God in my life.
2) Every day this year I want to praise God and sing to Him new songs with joy. As I experience God's goodness to me I will praise Him. (see Psalm 33:1-3, 40:1-3, & 149:1) This year I'm going to look for new things God is doing in my life, fresh blessings and new thoughts, and sing new songs.
3) I want to keep Jesus' new commandment, "Love one another as I have loved you; follow My example." (John 13:34) Living out the gospel in loving others is the experience I want this year.
4) There is a River of Life which originates at God's throne, flowing forth from His mountain to the valley and on to the sea―healing water. There's fruit trees along its banks which continually bear fruit which is for food, while the leaves have medicinal properties. (see Ezekiel 47:1-12) One day I will see this land, but today by faith I wade in the River of Life, scooping up the delicious, precious water. I partake of the fruit and leaves to nourish my spirit and heal my heart. Jesus, who is the Living Water and Bread of Life lives in me because I've asked, and thus day by day I have new life, eternal life. And when God makes all things new, I want to be present to watch His creative power at work and live in this earth made new, where sin and suffering will have no part. (Revelation 21:2-5)
5) Something else I'm looking forward to is having Jesus place in my hands a pure, white stone with my new name written on it, a name He has chosen especially for me. This name will be a secret just between the two of us. Jesus is also going to write His new name on me! (Rev. 2:17 & 3:12) As His bride Jesus gives me His name signifying to whom I belong! I will live with my Jesus and my Father in the New Jerusalem! That is one New Year day I don't want to miss―the new, fresh beginning of life in heaven!
Yes, 2007 is a new beginning for me, for you. I bring my past experiences with me, but I've asked Jesus to cleanse my heart and renew my mind, and to help me let the past stay there. With hope and anticipation I look to Him as this year begins. I trust my Father to guide and direct my steps on the path He chooses for me. I desire a closer walk with Him and my Friend Jesus this year.
I encourage you to seek the new things God wants to do in your life. His mercies are new every morning. He will give you a new song to sing. He will bless your life and carry you through the difficult days. He will satisfy your hungry soul and heal your hurting heart. Jesus will be with you to share every new experience. At the end of this year we'll be able to look back and say, "What a year!"
God bless you today,
Barbara
Note: If any of you wish to be deleated from my letter list let me know, or if you have anyone you'd like me to add send me their email address. Feel free to forward these letters. Let's encourage one another in 2007!
Dear Sisters in Christ,
Do you feel rich? There was a time when I would have immediately shouted, "No! I hardly have any money!" During the winter months when our income is less than expenses I feel rather poor, actually. However, I no longer base my status upon the amount of money I possess, but upon the riches of God. Since I'm His daughter, all the riches and resources of heaven are mine! This morning I read from the book of Ephesians and can say with Paul, "God has blessed me with every spiritual blessing in heavenly places in Christ."
Listing these blessings, which are mine because of Jesus my Savior, makes me feel very rich.
My deepest soul needs
are acceptance and belonging. As I read God's Word this morning He reminded me
that I am lovingly accepted by Him and belong with Him forever. Everyday He is
with me and His peace abides in my heart which makes me the richest lady alive!
Besides all these spiritual blessings God has given me everything I need
to be full, warm, happy, busy, and healthy. He gives me strength, assurance,
joy, and His love. I take my riches for granted, not considering the poor
estate I'd be in without Jesus. I have plenty of water, I can enjoy fresh
fruit, and I sink into my comfy bed each night. Many people don't have these
comforts, and I forget to thank my Father for them.
You know, freedom from guilt, a contented heart, having Someone to trust,
and personal promises from a loving Father enrich my life abundantly. Even if I
don't have a cent in my purse, I am still rich. You know why? Because of
Jesus. "For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was
rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might
become rich." (2 Corinthians 8:9) Not until we stand in Jesus' house and view
the majestic glory of His home will we begin to understand the exchange He
made―riches for poverty. Because of His sacrifice I stand today clothed in His
spotless, snowy-white garment of a perfect, righteous character, and possess a
crown of victory waiting me in heaven. I am so rich!
You too are rich if you have Jesus! One day, Sister, we can dance together on those streets of gold as we sing praises to God and Jesus. Maybe one of those songs will tell of the exchange experience―our poverty for His riches.
Today my prayer for you is that your heart may be encouraged, being knit together in love with His, and attaining to all riches of the full assurance of understanding the mystery of God the Father and Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. (Colossians 2:2, 3)
Rejoicing in His Riches,
Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
Squarely in the middle of this week lies Valentine's Day, or as I've called it for years, Sweetheart Day. For us women this day holds both promise and pain. Maybe some of you have a husband who takes you out to eat, brings home a red heart box of candy, or gives you flowers. Your heart flutters with the romance this day holds in store. For others of you the remembering brings tears. Perhaps the sweetheart of your life is resting in the grave, has moved out of your life, or can't be with you for some other reason. Some of you are single, perhaps longing for someone with whom to share life, not just a date.
I confess I can't be classified in any of the above mentioned states. I don't know if my husband and I will celebrate the day in any way or not. Of this I am sure―we love each other, are committed to our marriage, and feel God's blessing in our lives. From my sweetheart I receive hugs, loving acts of service, and appreciation for what I do for him. I'm trying not to have expectations of anything special on Valentine's, because it rarely happens.
In the depths of our spirits we women long to be romanced, singled out by our special someone and told how loved we are. We wait. We fret. We cry. I know; I've done it. So many times my expectations have been fanned by desire, only to be crushed.
Then one day I read this love note, "I love you with an everlasting love. I am drawing you with my loving kindness. I have called you by name, you are mine. I will never leave you nor forsake you." Jesus is my beloved, and I am His!
To my longing spirit Jesus speaks in whispered words of affirmation and love. He gives me unexpected gifts―such as a blooming rose out of season, a phone call from a friend, a good book with a message for my heart, and a beautiful sunrise. Jesus has blessed my heart, and this Valentine's Day I'm sure He'll have something for me; and for you. I've asked Him to romance each of you, to surprise you, to hug you. Have a special day―with Him!
In His love,
Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
Some months ago I got wishing for a baby in the house, a quiet one that I can enjoy. I used to have rabbits, but after a stray dog got into their pen, killing Gina and injuring Marsha so that she suffered, dying a few days later, I had my husband take down the pen, vowing I'd never have another pet rabbit. This had not been the first time tragedy came to our bunnies, but I decided I wouldn't let it happen again. It hurt too much. My step dad bought me a soft, white stuffed rabbit―he understood my soul need and in his own way was trying to sooth my hurt. But now years later I lay awake one night longing for another pet rabbit. I wrote "a bunny" on my list of desires and left this wish with my Father.
My husband and I discussed getting a rabbit for my birthday. While I really wanted one, I had reservations. Sometimes the cat comes inside and we'd have to make sure the bunny was locked up then. I wondered if I would have enough time for another pet. My birthday passed, and I still wasn't sure. My granddaughter's birthday is a few days after mine, and that day I drove my daughter and grandkids to a small farm petting zoo park for a special birthday outing. While there were interesting birds, a raccoon, and deer which I enjoyed, the cage of dwarf rabbits kept drawing me back. There were a number of babies for sale; should I? Finally I decided that if the man would take $10 rather than the $15 he was asking I would buy me a bunny. Farmer McDonald agreed and I picked out a brownish, orangish looking 5 week old baby. I wondered on the way home why I'd been so hesitant when I'd desired a bunny and even prayed about it.
Taph has the run of the house part of the time, but is shut in one room during the night and part of the day. Now that he is grown and warmer weather is coming we plan to build him an outside pen where he can spend part of the day. He has a unique personality, and although he is a silent pet he communicates with us. When he is excited to see us he runs around and around our legs or chair in a circle. When he wants our attention he nibbles at our shoes. He will jump up in my husband's lap if chestnuts are in the offering. Taph doesn't really like me to pick him up, but he loves being petted when he's resting.
There is something else about Taph. He likes to chew on things he shouldn't, like magazines, boxes, sheetrock paper. I always have sticks laying around for him, but he has a fascination with ripping paper. There are several places on walls (5 so far) that he has ripped the painted paper layer off, and he's nibbled books to prove a rabbit has been present. I got to thinking the other day about the "damage" to our house because I've allowed my bunny freedom to explore and exercise in a protected environment, namely, my house. As I look around I notice the house wasn't perfect before Taph arrived. Raising three children and having pets has left marks throughout my home. I'd never trade perfect walls and unworn trim and flooring for the memories and experiences I've had.
Yes, there are risks of ruin, and I'm not just referring to my house. When we decided to have children there was no guarantee that they would not mar their lives by choices, or that something bad wouldn't happen to them. We endeavored to give them a safe environment to grow up in, protected from a lot of the evil in the world. As they got older we gave them more freedoms and eventually they left home to make their own lives. It's risky and rewarding at the same time. There have been many days I longed to snatch them back and hold them close. In those moments I talk to God, because He's the One taking care of them and He loves them too. He understands all about risks.
"Into the world where Satan claimed dominion God permitted His Son to come, a helpless Babe, subject to the weakness of humanity. He permitted Him to meet life's peril in common with every human soul, to fight the battle as every child of humanity must fight it, at the risk of failure and eternal loss.
The heart of the human father (and mother) yearns over his son. He looks into the face of his little child and trembles at the thought of life's peril. He longs to shield his dear one from Satan's power, to hold him back from temptation and conflict. To meet a bitterer conflict and a more fearful risk, God gave His only-begotten Son, that the path of life might be made sure for our little ones." (Desire of Ages p. 49)
As I walk down the back hall and see the ripped places on the wall I am reminded of the risk of freedom, to me as a parent, and to our Creator. I thank Him for giving His Son, and for His work in the lives of my children. Taph, which means little one in Hebrew, reminds me of how much God cares for and loves me. I've decided that my little bunny is worth the risk. I'm thankful that God and Jesus think I am too. What an awesome thought!
Eternally grateful to Him,
Barbara
PS: Attached is a picture of Taph, who now is mostly gray with cute black markings
Dear Sisters in Christ,
Spring greetings to each of you! This is the season of rebirth, renewal, and restoration. Each spring I am reminded of the day when God will make everything new. I long for Jesus to come, for suffering to end, to go live at His house in heaven. I was reminded this morning of how much God loves me. He loves to give.
In Luke 11 I read about a man who needed bread for an unexpected friend who arrived in the middle of the night. Apparently he didn't have anything to set before the tired traveler so he ran next door and banged on the door. He didn't knock quietly, just in case this neighbor was still awake. No, he rapped loudly and persistently until this friend got out of bed to see what he wanted. This man was positive his neighbor would share 3 loaves of bread and he didn't mind asking in the middle of the night. Isn't that what friends are for?
In the next verses Jesus says, "Ask and it will be given to you. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened." He goes on talking about how parents give their children food when they are hungry, not stones, serpents, or scorpions that will hurt them. "If you then, being evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the holy Spirit to those who ask Him!"
The greatest gift God can give to His children is His Spirit. This gift is so important, and He is eager to come and abide in us and be our Helper in every way, but He won't force His way in. By invitation only will He come when I ask. He will commune with me in a relationship when I seek. And finally He opens all the treasures and resources of heaven for me when I knock. Like the friend needing bread to share with his friends, so God will give me the living bread to impart. Since I have a friendship with God I may seek him in the darkest hours when I have nothing to give, knock at His door, and ask for what I need. When I am in earnest and persist in acknowledging that He can supply my needs, I will be rewarded and blessed by His Spirit. Without God's presence in my life I am destitute, but with the Living Bread in my arms I have spiritual insights, understanding, and inspiration to share with others.
Regarding persistence in prayer Ellen White writes in her book Christ's Object Lessons in the chapter "Asking to Give" these thoughts. "All who obey God may with confidence claim the fulfillment of His promises. But we must show a firm, undeviating trust in God. Often He delays to answer us in order to try our faith or test the genuineness of our desire. Having asked according to His word, we should believe His promise and press our petitions with a determination that will not be denied. God does not say, ask once and you shall receive. He bids us ask. Unwearyingly persist in prayer. The persistent asking brings the petitioner into a more earnest attitude, and gives her an increased desire to receive the things for which she asks. The more earnestly and steadfastly we ask, the closer will be our spiritual union with Christ. We shall receive increased blessings because we have increased faith. Our part is to pray and believe."
Among us have been a number of needs recently, and together we have asked. God is good. He always hears our prayers. Let us continue to press our petitions upon the ears of our heavenly Father, knowing that every good and perfect gift is from above and comes to us from Him. He cares about every one of our concerns. He delights to give us the desire of our hearts. He is ever reaching out to meet our needs. He is the mighty Healer. Hallellujah!
A Seeker of
His heart,
Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
What a season! I could say this about the weather, a spring like no other. When that extreme cold front passed through our region it killed not only our fruit blooms but also the new green leaves in many of the trees. They now hang black and dead, rustling in the wind, a stark reminder of sin. As I look upon the scene I'm reminded of how Adam and Eve mourned as they saw evidences of sin displayed in nature, one being the falling leaves.
Yet, it isn't just in dead leaves and lost hope of blueberries, cherries, apples, grapes, and pears that I mourn this season. Three weeks ago our dog Spot was hit on the road and now she rests beneath the sod by Cuddles, Krisanna's kitty. I've felt the loss to the depth of my spirit, for in grieving for a beloved pet, who no longer comes wagging her tail in welcome, I've cried for the other losses in my life―present and past. Through my tears I see by faith a better day. My Father reminds me, it won't always be like this.
Sisters, if we didn't have hope, a hope based on the certain promises of God, we'd live in despair. Since we have the blessed hope, a day when God will make all things new, we can smile through our tears and face tomorrow. If you are in a season of sadness then I hope this letter will offer you a bit of encouragement.
My Father has been speaking to me―Keep your focus on the unseen, eternal realities. The Living Bible paraphrase of 2 Corinthians 4:18 reads, "We do not look at what we can see right now, the troubles all around us, but we look forward to the joys in heaven which we have not yet seen. The troubles will soon be over, but the joys to come will last forever."
Jesus says, "I am the resurrection and the life." John 11:25. Easter Sabbath, as I walked around our place seeing wilted dogwood blooms, bent flower stems, black tulip poplar leaves, brown berry blooms, and feeling a wintry breeze, I thought. . .The life of spring has been blasted by freezing temps in the night―even a scattering of snow―to kill and destroy. It's a symbol of what Satan sought to do with Christ that chilly day at Calvary. From all outward appearances Jesus' followers faced defeat. Hopes were plunged into icy depths, and dreams died with His death on the cross. Yet, Jesus was raised to life and because He lives so can I! I can experience the miracle of new life.
It is only by the power of God that the affects of sin's chilling blast can be raised above the disastrous results of death, and the promise of fruit be realized. Even though God did not perform a miracle to save our fruit, I have hope that next year will be different. More importantly, I have a promise of summer fruit in an eternal way, because of the miracle of an empty grave and a risen Savior. One day I won't stroll around in an icy wind looking at the results of freezing temperatures, nor dig graves, nor say goodbye. In the summer of heaven I will walk among green trees in the warmth of my Savior's eternal love. For now I'll live by faith and hope, trusting my Father to carry me through the cold times. Jesus says, "In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, because I have overcome the world." John 16:33
My Father continues to remind me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in your weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9 Through whatever trials we each have to bear, we can know that Jesus will be with us, for He has promised, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." Hebrews 13:5
Recently, with all that's happened, I remembered the book of Habakkuk and his questions about circumstances. He declares his trust in God in these words, "Even though the fig trees are all destroyed, and there is neither blossom left nor fruit, and though the olive crops all fail, and the fields lie barren. Even if the flocks die in the fields and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will be happy in the God of my salvation. The Lord God is my strength, and He will give me the speed of a deer and bring me safely over the mountains." (3:17-19 LB)
I have paraphrased these thoughts in a personal way; you can also. We live in a sin filled world, with death on every side, and it is easy to become discouraged and distraught. In those moments when we feel like despairing and weeping, we can look up through our tears with faith and know that God is in control, that He loves us and cares, and it won't always be like this. "Eye hath not seen, neither hath the ear heard, nor has it entered into the heart of a woman what God has in store for us, His beloved daughters, who love Him." 1 Corinthians 2:9
God bless each of you and hold you close,
Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
"Be strong and of a good courage. Do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the LORD thy God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9 What does it take for this word from my Father to take root in my life? Faith. I just read a story from Guidepost Magazine about a dog without front legs, and how this mutt did the impossible―learned to walk and even run on her back legs just like a person. Then I had to watch a video of this dog her rescuing family named Faith. (You can too at www.faiththedog.net) This dog Faith is an inspiration to many besides her family, and a reminder to me this day of what God will do in our lives if we believe His word. He will give the courage. He is our strength. He is with us so we don't need to fear. "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." Phil. 4:13
By faith the walls of Jericho fell down. Giants fell down too. Several years ago I choose by faith to cross over the river into the Promised land, and by God's strength to fight the giants. By faith I dwell in the land flowing with milk and honey. There are ongoing battles; and there are countless blessings even with giants in the land. "The just shall live by faith." Habakkuk 2:4
Today on a Christian radio talk show I listened as Chip Ingram discussed spiritual warfare and the armor Paul describes in Ephesians 6. If there ever was a time in my life that I needed the armor of God it is now. I have been under attack, but not defeated. As Pastor Chip pointed out today, "The victory was won when Jesus died, so we are to walk in the victory we already have in Christ."
Sisters, "Put on the whole armor of God that you may be able to stand against the schemings of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand."
There is an invisible, but real spirit world where a literal battle is being fought, though unseen by our human eyes. I feel it. I experience it. I know it is for real. I also know that we are living in the evil day when Satan walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour, as Peter put it in his gospel. Do I have to be afraid? NO! The angels of God are present to protect and provide as ministers of the LORD of hosts.
I want to pass on a few thoughts about wearing the armor, our protection against the enemy of our souls. The waist is to be girded with the belt of truth. As I understand, the Roman soldier wore a belt to which all the rest of his armor attached. The truth I must believe is who I am in Christ. I am His beloved daughter. I am loved by my Creator. I am unique and special. I belong to God. I am secure in the hands of my loving Father. This truth of who I am, the beloved child of God, is the most important armor and must be put on first. The enemy is the father of lies, so unless I secure position the truth of who God is and His truth about me, I will be deceived and overcome. Another part of the belt of truth is that God wants me to be honest with myself, others, and with Him―truthful.
The breastplate of righteousness is vastly important. Jesus is my righteousness and I need Him in the center of my life. Practically speaking this means Jesus is Lord of my life and I act in obedience to what He shows me. When I don't obey the enemy can attack with condemnation. I must apply what I know, make it heartfelt.
The next piece is two shoes or sandals so my feet are shod. The gospel of God's grace must be the foundation of my faith on which I stand. Satan's attacks are to get me to doubt my salvation in Christ. My feet must stand firmly upon Jesus' work for me as my Saviour, and understanding the gospel of Jesus is vital.
Satan will send fiery darts―missiles―shooting toward me as he seeks to devour and destroy my faith and my life. I must have the shield of faith, the promises of God hidden in my heart. David writes, "Thy Word have I hid in my heart that I might not sin against Thee." Trusting in God's Word is having the shield of faith. Without the helmet of salvation covering my mind those fiery darts will hit their mark. However, with the assurance of salvation implanted in my thoughts those missiles will bounce off. Holding up the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, I can take mighty swings when the enemy draws near. Just as Jesus overcame by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God, so may I quote scripture and the enemy will have to flee.
Yes, Satan the dragon is enraged with us women and wars against those who obey God's commands and bear witness in their lives to the power of Jesus. (Rev. 12:17) I like the line from Martin Luther's song, A Mighty Fortress, which reads "A little word shall fell him." Store up the ammunition of God's word and be prepared to fight.
Having drawn near to God, resisting the devil so
he flees, we can stand in the strength of God. We can be strong and of a good
courage every day, remembering that the battle is not ours but God's.
Hallelujah! Courage my sisters! The victory's been won! Stand and experience
the salvation of our God! Stand clothed in God's armor; and His armor is a gift
you can have by asking.
"And now―all glory to Him who alone is God, who saves us through Jesus Christ our Lord; yes, splendor and majesty, all power and authority are His from the beginning. His they are and His they evermore shall be. And He is able to keep you from slipping and falling away, and to bring you, sinless and perfect, into His glorious presence with mighty shouts of everlasting joy. Amen." Jude 24, 25 LB
A fellow fighter, Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
When I awoke this morning I lay in bed listening to the birds singing, interspersed with Chinook's howling. (He's Luis' Alaska Malamute we still have because they live in an apartment in town and can't have him.) The sun beckoned me to arise, but knowing I'd have to face hobbling around and dealing with my hurt foot (it's been weeks since I sprained it), I lingered under the covers. There are so many imperfect situations I've dealt with recently but this morning I chose to be thankful. I'm thankful that only one foot is hurt and I'm not laid up in a hospital somewhere. I'm thankful for plenty of well water, a never ending supply with which to irrigate our tuberoses and garden as well as water the greenhouse plants and our household needs. Oh yes, and we've filled our swimming pool! We've had very little rain this spring and it's getting rather dry. This week my husband has strung out the drip lines down the flower rows and connected them to the water pipes. What a difference water makes in whether we have a crop or not! So, I am very thankful that years ago when our well was dug God foresaw our future need for an abundant supply of water. Ironically, when I do get up and turn on the facet to get a drink and wash my face only a trickle comes out. I have a handy man that knows how to fix things, and he discovered the capacitor burned out. When he returns from town the water will flow again and he can continue his irrigation in field and garden and I can wash dishes.
I've been thinking this morning about life, God, and what's really important. He is my endless source of living water. His presence in my life waters the desert spots and His power creates blooming roses in my heart garden. Outwardly life is hard, but with Him inside life is beautiful. I read in John 6:27, "Do not labor for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to everlasting life, which the Son of Man will give you." Jesus told this to a people who were seeking Him for material, outward blessings. They had eaten of the miracle food and wanted to follow God for what He could provide. That's how I often think and pray. Lord, heal my foot so I can walk again. Send rain. Sell the ivy. God blesses in answering my prayers, but He gives so much more. Peace. Contentment. Joy. Today I determine to praise God for who He is, not for what He does.
Last night I was reading in a book I pulled off my daughter's shelf, a story of the great controversy throughout history. As I read about the Reformers and people who died for their faith in Jesus and trusting in His Word I realized that I have nothing to complain about. If they could go to the stake singing praises to God while the flames burnt their bodies, can I not praise my Savior in my trials? I was listening to a radio program last week about the persecuted church and the terrible conditions these believers in Christ live in. I don't remember the country, and it wouldn't be safe to mention it, but this couple took baskets and went into the mountain jungle to gather herbs. They trekked up the hillside, alert to any other presence. They finally came to a cave. Making there way into the dark corridors, surrounded by rock, these Christians begin singing. In their area believers are not allowed to gather for worship, nor to sing to God. This couple, longing to give voice to their praises, took the risk in the safest place they knew. Hearing this account reminded me of the Waldenses. It also spoke to me about some of my recent complaints. I should count it a joy each Sabbath to be able to gather for worship and sing with other believers.
Paul writes, "We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed. We are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed―always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our body. . . . Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:8-18
We are living in a fallen, sinful, hate filled world where Satan is seeking to wound, destroy, and conqueror. He is the source of pain, sorrow, and persecution. I'm sure the hard things that have happened to me will only increase as the battle between Christ and Satan climaxes. This morning I consider seeking the renewal Jesus offers me day by day as He promises, "My grace is sufficient for you," rather than fretting and crying because life is unfair. Outwardly life can look bleak, but if Jesus abides in me then inwardly life looks great. "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength," even praising Him when I'm sitting down for weeks on end, and all the other hard things that have happened to me, which I choose not to dwell on today.
Through the difficult times, the hard situations, and the trials I encourage you to rest with me in Jesus promise, "I give you eternal life, and you will never perish, neither shall anyone snatch you out of My hand." John 10:28 Jesus reminds the persecuted, "Rejoice, and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward in heaven." Matthew 5:12 What hope I have! Jesus is with me, and I safe with Him, and one day no more difficult days nor hard times. Even though being on Jesus side means suffering, I wouldn't exchange the assurance of salvation and the peace in my heart for anything! I do have so much for which to give thanks!
Renewed and Rejoicing,
Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
This letter is my testimony of how God's been speaking to me, and He's asked me to share it this message with you. This experience began back in April when I was reading through the book of Luke, journaling what my Father spoke to me from His Word. I came to Luke 18:18 where the rich ruler came to Jesus asking, "What shall I do to inherit eternal life?" Here's what I wrote that morning as I met with Jesus, imagining myself standing beside this ruler.
"As I read the words of Jesus to the ruler I'm reminded of Martha and the older brother in Jesus' parable about the prodigal son. Each of these people had a lack in their lives. The rich ruler lacked an unselfish, giving spirit. Martha lacked time to be still and sit at Jesus' feet. The older brother lacked a forgiving spirit. Perhaps the ruler repented and later sold his possessions and followed Jesus. Martha probably sat at Jesus' feet next time He visited their home. And hopefully the older brother chose to forgive his younger brother and accept him home. I too have a choice of how I will respond to Jesus' words, "One thing you lack."
As I contemplate how the ruler declared he'd kept all the commandments from his youth up I realize I have said the same. Raised in the Seventh-Day Adventist Church I've known God's 10 commandment law and kept them all, including the Sabbath. All my life I've been busy doing things for God, my church, and my family. I have spent time sitting at Jesus' feet. So I'm asking, "Jesus, what is the one thing I lack?"
I think some more about these three people mentioned in the Bible. The ruler was drawn to Jesus. His wish was to inherit eternal life. Martha delighted to have Jesus at her house, and she was not ashamed to be associated with the Christ, whom she accepted as the Promised One―the Son of God. The older brother was faithful to his Father, working hard in his fields and with his flocks. He was a good steward of the resources entrusted to his care by his Father. Yet, to be perfect―totally surrendered to God's will for their lives―each of them needed to change. Within their hearts, where no one but God can see, they lacked something."
Feeling I also lack something, I continue writing a prayer, asking God to show me what it is. I sense it is more of an attitude than something I need to do. Then it comes to me, in His still, small voice, "The thing you lack is contentment. You need to be content every day, no matter what happens. To be content sitting at Jesus' feet and doing nothing, or to be content giving money for the poor rather than being personally involved as a missionary or teacher. You need to be content at home, standing at the doorway with Father, eagerly searching the road for younger brother. Be content with such things as you have. Don't pine for some larger work or ministry. Be content today where you are. Give up all and simply follow Me. I will never leave you nor forsake you. Be content. Remember, contentment is gain."
Jesus talked to me about personal issues I've struggled with, promising He will do the impossible heart work needed that I may learn contentment with my circumstances and wait on Him.
This morning message came to me a few days after I severally sprained my foot. For two months I struggled with moments of discouragement because it seemed to get worse rather than heal, and I was stuck sitting a lot. These weeks were during our busy spring time in with our greenhouse business and planting of tube rose bulbs. I couldn't get in the garden or field to help my husband. I hobbled around in the greenhouses watering and sat down to snip and stick ivy cuttings. I used the 4 wheeler to go to the mailbox, the swimming pool, and my mother's house. I pampered my foot, soaked it, and yet it continued swelling a bunch.
During these past weeks my Father has been giving me opportunity to develop the one thing I lack―contentment. You see, by personality I am a doer. He's been teaching me that it's okay not to do, just to be. My worth is not based on what I do, but who I am. Two thoughts from scripture keep coming to my mind, "Be still and know that I am God," and "My grace is sufficient for you for My strength is made perfect in your weakness."
I've accepted that my Father had to slow me down and get me seated in order to have me tune in and listen to His voice. He's wanted to help me with the one thing I lack. No, He didn't hurt my foot; it was an accident. But my loving Father has been teaching me things about myself, lessons I've needed to learn.
As the weeks passed, and I despaired that my foot would ever heal, God has been faithful in comforting and encouraging me. One evening when I was particularly discouraged I picked up a little book, Letters from God, and opened it where I'd stuck the bookmark. The words at the top jumped off of the page into my heart―It Will Get Better. Whow! Our God is a personal God!
A couple weekends ago my husband and I were visiting our children in Tennessee. Sabbath afternoon we drove up Roan Mountain, where at 6,600 or so feet we stood on the highest peak in the East. Cool breezes blew fluffy clouds across the sky, and although hazy, the clouds had lifted from the mountain giving us a scenic view of the surrounding hills. We followed a paved trail which wound between trees and hundreds of rhododendron bushes, which were just beginning to bloom. Ferns and other flowers invited me to take pictures. For two months I'd been unable to walk more than around the house or up the driveway due to a badly sprained foot. As I ambled along, enjoying the scenery, my heart was singing a melody of praise. It felt wonderful to be able to walk again, to be with some of our children, and to enjoy nature. Since my foot was doing fairly well I suggested we explore another short trail to an overlook.
For a delightful couple hours I basked in God's grace as He blessed me with a mountaintop experience. I forgot the trials and disappointments of the previous months as I gazed at the hills below. Viewing the flowers and green hills I soaked up the beauty, which is lacking back home due to a freeze in April followed by a drought. My spirit was revived; my heart was rejoicing. It was a tiny foretaste of heaven to my soul. I felt free!
I don't often get to spend time on a mountain, gazing at the view, feeling on top of the world and away from work and worries, but morning by morning as I sit in my quiet corner and close my eyes, in my mind I am on a mountain―a mountain with God. As I open my Bible and read God's messages for my heart I discover a beauty all its own, and experience refreshment of soul. When I read what God will do in me, for me, and through me I am awed. He tells me, "I will satisfy your soul in drought, and strengthen your bones. You shall be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail." (Isaiah 58:11)
It will take months for my foot to completely heal (so the doctor I went to informed me), but God is at work from my head to my toe, strengthening me and healing me. Whether sitting by the road having just hurt my foot or sitting at home while others are busy doing, or standing on a mountain enjoying beauty, or being able to take a short early morning walk again, I have decided that in whatever state I am to be content. Today I want to give God glory for the work He's doing to make me a beautiful garden where flowers of contentment are growing.
How is it with you, my sister? Is there anything you lack? God is willing and able to give it to you.
Resting in Jesus, Barbara
Dear Sisters in Christ,
In the morning and evening my husband and Chinook go for a walk/run through the neighborhood for exercise, and recently pause at blackberry bushes for a snack and sniff (the later for the dog). A few mornings ago when Irdene returned he told me about them finding a kitten up in a tree. That evening the kitten was still stranded, and upon making inquiry Irdene learned that no nearby neighbors owned a wee kitty. "I can't leave it up there to starve," were his words to me.
"Take Krisanna and go get it," I agreed. Indeed the wee mite was very hungry and lonesome. The cute, gray-striped kitten took to Krisanna, sleeping curled up on her bed―full, secure, and happy. For two days it romped around the house, got plenty to eat, and made himself right at home. Krisanna wanted to keep him, but since she isn't allowed to have pets where she'll be living as a college student, she decided yesterday to find Tipsy another home. (So named for the white tip on his tail and 4 white paws)
My heart is a tad sad because the kitty would have been perfect company for my daughter, who already had fallen in love with the little ball of purring fur. I'm also mad at the unthoughtful people who throw out unwanted animals and leave them to fate. I'm thinking. . .
It isn't just animals like little Tipsy who are abandoned and fearfully run up trees. This world is full of people in need of rescuing. I've met them―lonely, scared, hungry, and hurting. I've sought to help a few of these, only to realize one important thing. Only Jesus can be a Savior. People have to want a different life. They have to feel helpless and dependant on the One who comes with a ladder and a loving hand, and allow Jesus to climb into the tree where they sit huddled and hungry and rescue them.
That's the mission of the Saviour. He came all the way from heaven to earth to rescue each one of us from certain death. He bares us in His arms, giving us nourishment and a safe place to sleep. Further, Jesus promises that His Father adopts each one of us as a treasured child and we will one day live at His house forever.
I think of the story of Zaccheaus. He needed someone to rescue him from the tree he'd climbed into. No one understood his heart or desire to change; but Jesus did. He spent time with this outcast, loving this man.
How much more than my daughter's love for a kitten she and her Daddy rescued is God's love for all the Zac's in the world. Compared with the joy this small kitten gave us for two days, I can't even imagine the extent of God's joy to have a houseful of precious people whom His Son has rescued.
Today God calls out, "Let everyone look to Me for salvation. For I am God and there is no other to rescue and help you." (Isaiah 45:22 personal paraphrase) This is the good news we need to share with others, telling them how God rescued us and now cares for our every need.
May God richly bless you, Barbara
