God has a family. His Word tells us He has a Son, and we who call on His name have been adopted into that family. It is a BIG family. Lots of variety here in His family. Red, Yellow Black and White–we are all precious in His sight, but what about our sight. Do we see each other as equal siblings? It is fairly obvious this week in our nation that we do not. Our Black siblings are hurting. They have been hurting, but even though many put on a good front, they are grieving in their soul. Proverbs 14:13 Laughter can conceal a heavy heart, but when the laughter ends, the grief remains. Let’s let our Black brothers and sisters get the attention and help they need because prejudice still exists (even though in my mind I hoped it didn’t). Economic disparity is real. Listening to the stories of my black sisters has brought me to tears. These are stories that happened to them and their children. Stories right here in the Pacific Northwest.

I will readily admit to ignorance. I am gaining a bit more wisdom as I dialogue with my black friends. A few years ago, I sat down with my friend Bernita. We had the most difficult conversation I have ever had with a person of a different race. We were not angry or hurt at each other–but I took the time to really listen to her. I laid down my “I already know it all attitude” and really listened. We had a dialogue. It gave me the beginnings of understanding where the phrase “black lives matter” originated and white privilege.

It is my hope to share an analogy I feel God gave me yesterday. As I was talking with my friend, Ava she mentioned that her father took her to the hospital when she was little because she had pneumonia. My mom took me to the hospital when I was little because I had my tonsils out. We were both sick. None of the other children in our families went to the hospital. We got the attention. In God’s family right now, we have some very hurting brothers and sisters. They need our attention and God’s attention to bring healing to their souls. To listen to their painful stories of discrimination and not try to justify and explain it away, takes courage. Friends, name calling still goes on. The N word is still thrown out at little kids and grown adults by strangers. This ought not be.

I don’t know why God created us to be different skin colors. It was obviously His plan. He loves variety. He loves all cultures and died for everyone. The blood of Jesus flowed for every skin, no matter what. He loves Asians, Latin’s, Mexicans and Ukrainians. I am praying that God’s people, who are called by His name will begin to honor their brothers and sisters no matter where they come from. Jesus prayed that we would be one, and that they would know we are in Him by the love we have for one another. We have a long way to go.

We need to examine ourselves in this light and ask Him to baptize us with His love. Repent of not loving like we should. Ask Him to teach us to love those who are not naturally easy for us to love. It is obvious that black people in our nation have not been treated fairly. Disparity over jobs, business loans and other economic issues is real.

I am sorry for the wounds people of color are still receiving and enduring in our nation. I am appalled by it actually. But I can only change me. If I can be a bridge to helping others understand this reality, then so be it. My friend is worried that her black son could be a victim like George Floyd. It has never occurred to me that my son would be in that situation, but my mother’s heart has prayed a lot for her son to be safe.

Part of my soul wants to be an ostrich and bury my head and say, “its not that bad”. I am sorry to say, it is that bad. I am sorry that discrimination and racism is a cross our black brothers and sisters have had to carry for far too long. The sin nature in all of us draws us toward prejudice. Jews, Native Americans, Irish, Italians and others have had their share (and still do in many places) of this cross carrying. It is time to honor one another, receive one another as God’s children and walk in peace.

God’s word has some very clear direction for us. The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Psalm 9:9 We who name the name of Jesus need to remember we are to love our neighbors as ourselves. It is almost seems an impossible task, yet we can do it. I was on the tipping point of despair, discouragement and hopelessness this past Sunday. I listened to Life Church’s Sunday message about hope and I chose to apply hope to this situation. God has solutions, we can find them. It will help. Maybe we can’t, individually, touch every person of color in this nation, but we can love and listen to our neighbors. I know there are many disenfranchised classes in our nation–let’s begin by seeing, hearing and loving on those around we can. Do not focus on what you cannot do, but only what you can. As you do, you will find that what seemed to be a little turns into a lot.

Father, Please help us. Help our nation. I pray for my Black brothers and sisters who are carrying wounds from childhood where they were truly bullied, harassed, ignored or overlooked simply because of their skin. I pray for parents who have to explain to their children why things are different for them. I pray that we will stop an think before we stereotype groups that are not like us. I ask you to forgive me where I have inadvertently not understood the hard journey others have had to take or have added to their pain. In Jesus Name, amen

Regrets. Not fun to have. What are they? They are defined as distress of mind, or sorrow for what has been done or failed to be done. We just celebrated Memorial Day here in the U.S. A time to remember those who lost their lives in serving our nation. When I was a child, I just thought it was another day to have a picnic. It took maturity and wisdom to understand that it was a day of sorrow for many families. A time for them to ponder their loved ones choices and their own responses to those decisions.

We have been dealing with this Covid pandemic for several months now. Our leaders made decisions that have affected us all for many years to come. The shelter in place decisions which caused job loss, construction delays, airline disruption–which will impact our economy for many years. Will they have regret for the decisions they made? They did the best they could with the best information they had. Will historians laud them or deride them? Only time will tell. All I know is that I made the best decision I could with what they told me.

I’ve come to realize in my older years–that it is probably impossible to live without regret. The goal is to limit the numbers of those regrets, while also limiting the range of those regrets.

How? First of all become a listener. Listen to those who have gone before. Pay attention to their advice. God is my first source, so reading His Word gives me a base of good wisdom to follow. I try to follow his advice.

Pick the experts you choose to listen to carefully. Not all proclaimed experts are that! I know that sounds obvious, but be careful.

Practice responding, not reacting. Read 1 Samuel 25, a story of David’s reaction to Nabal’s reaction and then watch as Abigail chose to respond! She saved David some serious regrets. He would have destroyed a whole household for one man’s derision. Often when we feel slighted, misunderstood or belittled, we react quickly without wisdom. Learning to control our emotions and be led by the spirit limits our regret.

Choosing to walk in love–no matter how hard it is can limit our regrets as well. Scripture tells us charity never fails. It may take patience to see the fruit rewarded, but this too will reduce excess regrets.

Live your life with intention. Take time to intentionally, yes on purpose, think through how you would like your life to count. Personally, I struggle with “goals” at times, but my mission and core value is to add value to those I meet. To encourage them in whatever way I can. Be it a word, a prayer or an action–I desire to help people know they are seen, heard and regarded by now only “someone” but by our God. This mission leads me to put myself second, and others first. Not always easily or accomplished, but it helps!

Accept that regrets will happen, but seek to learn from them. Seek to figure out what if anything you could have done differently. Make them count. Titus 2 encourages us to teach those younger than ourselves. Many times by sharing our losses, we help others win. It is often this way that God turns everything out for His good.

When regret occurs, do not linger on them. Identify what they are, repent if necessary and then move on. Let them lie under the precious blood of Jesus. Do not let them torment or condemn you.

Jesus came so that we can have life that that more abundantly. He did not intend for us to live with abundant regrets–but with His freedom. He paid the price, lets enjoy it!

What is one thing that you could give everyone you meet? Old friends, new friends, ancient friends, young friends–happy friends or sad friends? This gift never expires, never goes out of usefulness. It doesn’t take up shelf space, nor does it go bad and fill up the land fill. The package can be as unique as the person. This gift can literally change lives. Without it many wither, but with it most flourish. What is this amazing gift?

It is the gift of encouragement. The interesting thing about the gift of encouragement is turns our eyes from ourselves and onto others. Learning to become an encourager seems to be easier for some than for others. The good news is that everyone can become an encourager. It is a powerful gift that helps in our family life, our work life and in the kingdom life.

Encouragement gives us energy to complete a task or objective. It can help change our perspective about ourselves and others. It can help restore our self-confidence when we are beginning to self-doubt. I read a story yesterday about a man who stopped by McDonald’s for the first time during Covid. As he paid for his order he noticed the young man’s wrists had several cuts. When the young man handed him his order he began to speak encouragement to him. This gentleman was so burdened by this young mans condition he pulled over into the parking space and began to pray for him. A few minutes later the young man ran over to his car and thanked him. He said it was the first words of hope he had been given in four years. He felt seen. He felt heard and he gave his life to Jesus that day. The power of encouragement is real.

To really use this gift to its full potential we need to turn our focus outward. We can’t stay selfish or self-oriented, we must become others centered. Jesus always looked outward. I believe the Holy Spirit will help us become more sensitive to the needs of others as we ask him to help us have eyes to really see. We will become aware of body language, nuances in tones of voices, or word choices that will clue us in on others needing encouragement. We must slow down and become better listeners.

Why do we struggle in this area? Sometimes we don’t know what to say. Sometimes we may judge that the person already knows that they are doing a good job, so why would they need us to affirm them? Maybe we are afraid they will become prideful. I have found that words of encouragement, when given from a sincere heart are never inappropriate. There is a difference between flattery and encouragement. Encouragement is given to build up the other person, flattery is given to get something from the other person. Checking our motives helps us stay in on track. We must give this gift from a heart of love and compassion with sincerity, humility and honesty.

Parents, acknowledge when your children are doing things right–especially those whose love language is words of affirmation. Be patient when they are learning something new. Encourage those small steps. Spouses encourage each other when you are struggling as a couple–we will get through this. Come on team mate, we can do this!

Choosing to be encouraging during times of strife, instead of accusing takes definite will power and restraint, but it can yield much better fruit. If you remember words are like seeds, they grow what you plant it is easier at times to plant words of encouragement versus words of discouragement.

For those of us who use Social Media–take the time to post a comment on somebody’s post that is encouraging to you. Ask the Lord to show you who to encourage this week, leave a note on their page. Encourage your pastor and leaders, your boss, your wife or husband with something you noticed. Speak words of life to your children–that will help them through this struggling time.

Worry weighs a person down, but encouraging words cheers a person up. Proverbs 12:25

Are you expecting? I have heard of sad and embarrassing stories where well meaning people ask other women if they are pregnant? When they awkwardly say, “no”, it is embarrassing to everyone. The questioner and those questioned. A tummy bulge does not always mean a baby. As we navigate another week of shelter in place many find it difficult to keep on expecting or what they are expecting is negative. More boring days, more difficult times negotiating peace between siblings or getting children to stay on their home schooling tasks. Perhaps as tensions have been building they expect discord with their partners and more complaints about the food. Divisive discussions about the wearing of face masks, who or when should shopping be done and who controls the remote. It can be challenging to keep stirring up good expectations–but that is exactly why we to do it!

We are waiting in expectation for the different “phases” of our state getting back to our old normal. We are in Phase 1 which is for our family, a blessing. My son in law is able to get back to his landscaping business! But there still is so much uncertainty in even knowing when we can expect phase 2, 3 etc. Do we have faith that this phasing in scenario will work, or are we putting more people at risk? I expect we will see a rise in numbers as we move toward more phases. It is my expectation that people will have a difficult time keeping social distancing as they long to be together with their friends and family. I expect it will be hard for some restaurants to keep a watch on their servers and clients to obey the protocols that have been set out. All these expectations are definitely my reality. But what about Godly expectations during this continued Covid challenge?

If truly, Jesus Christ the Same, Yesterday and Today then His thoughts, which are higher than our thoughts are still for us and not against us. His purpose for us to be the Light in this dark world is still His expectation for us. He who has begun a good work in us, has a plan for us to be perfected through this virus. My expectation is that He is using this situation to help conform me to His image. It is my expectation that I will be, as I choose to follow Him, to become more like Him through this situation than ever before.

I must continue to stir myself in Him. It is not easy. There are days when I would prefer to “turtle up” and simply forget about life outside my four walls. However, once again my love for Him and the years of discipline provokes me to seek Him–and there are times He just says, “rest, my daughter”. Enjoy yourself! His yoke is easy and His burden is light. My dear friends, as we seek Him, He will be found. As we knock the door shall open–the door to His wisdom, His certainty, His direction and His grace will open for us to a new season of life. I know I have written on this subject recently, but I feel we (I) need to be reminded once again. We really are blessed to be able to pick up the phone and call our friends and family. To connect through Zoom and video chat is really amazing. Instead of being frustrated when our technology fails, or our knowledge of technology is lacking be grateful we have it at all. Snail mail would make it really difficult to stay as connected as we are.

Once again, I encourage us all to rise in the morning with expectation that He will give us the wisdom we need for the day. We will learn and grow in Him. Our character in this season is being revealed–not always a pretty sight. Let us choose to eat of and manifest the fruit of the Spirit. The hope of the righteous is gladness, but the expectation of the wicked perishes. Proverbs 10:28.

I am not expecting a baby (that would be down right weird!), but I am expectant that God will bring us through this season with His purpose fulfilled. Every expectant mom experiences some good days and some difficult days–so it is the same with our walk with the Lord. Adjusting our expectations to accept there will be struggles is real. But we can do it–who knows what He is going to birth when our time is fully come! Those of you who are quarantined with children, use this time to train them, love them and enjoy them. Married couples spend time together enjoying each other. This is a good time to be alive, as we trust Him.

Proverbs 31: 28 Her children stand and bless her. This is my attempt to honor my two brave moms!

This coming week end in the US is our special day dedicated to Mother’s Day. A day to honor our mothers for birthing us–but for many of us sooo much more. I have two moms. My birth mother, who through no fault of her own and the intervention of the state of Washington, had to relinquish her rights due to mental illness and other issues in our family of origin. I want stand and honor her. With no prenatal care and having birthed five previous, precious children she gave birth to my sisters and I (triplets). Our birth story is unique. We were born in a two room mining camp cabin. My biological father was an assayer for Holden Mines on Lake Chelan. This place was accessible by boat or seaplane. One of the stories we have been told is that she told our dad she thought she was pregnant, and his response was “no you are just getting fat!” She was 40 at the time, so I’m sure it was just difficult to comprehend another child. Because they lived up the lake, she would have had to purchase a ticket on the Lady of the Lake boat that connected the other towns to the main city, Chelan where the doctors and hospital was located. With meager funds and five mouths to feed money was tight. Two of my older siblings were living elsewhere at the time. Our mother did have diagnosed mental illness in which she had been in and out of different mental hospitals. I wonder if my father just did not want her taken away again, so just tried to keep a low profile. She gave birth to us in that cabin with the doctor arriving in time to deliver the last one of us. Then he put us in the seaplane which had brought him and flew us to the Chelan hospital, without her. I can only imagine how hard and brave she must have been to entrust us (we weighed just around 3 lbs. each) to this doctor. I don’t know if she ever saw us again until we were in our late 20’s (another story). She never forgot her “three gems”–she had planned on calling us Ruby, Opal and Pearl. I am sure God heard and answered her prayers for us.

After some months, our perspective adopted parents received a phone call from Medina Children’s home saying they had 11 month old triplet girls who needed a home. Would they agree to bring them into their hearts and lives? They had to answer quickly! One day I asked my mom–how/what did you do after that phone call? She said, “I fell against the fireplace mantel and hung on so I wouldn’t faint!”. My mom was a strong woman, not given to fainting, so that must have been quite a challenge. They said yes and drove the 90 miles to Seattle, where they picked two of us up–my sister Marie was in the hospital at the time. It was such a quick turn around that they had no beds for us–and called the local furniture store at 11:00 p.m. to bring cribs!

My two brave moms–one who trusted God and prayed for us, even though she didn’t see us, hold us or instruct us. One who willingly chose to take us on against the advice of family and friends and taught us so many life skills. (Amazingly, both our moms are named Bertha!) Bio Bertha knew Jesus–and prayed a lot even in the midst of her mental struggles. My Adopted mom came to know Jesus much later in life, but did her best to raise us to be capable wives and mothers. Adopted mom, incidentally was also 40 when she became a mother of three eleven month old lively girls. We’ve all turned out well. I rise today to bless them. They weren’t perfect and that is OK. My adopted mother passed away in 1990, Bio Mom 1991. I live in adopted moms house–so her presence and memories are all around. I am grateful. It has taken me time to appreciate all she taught me, for we struggled in our relationship–but as I grew up and saw the bigger picture of her life, I can only marvel at the woman she was. She was brave to take on three babies, late in life and do it well. She focused on what she felt she lacked as a child. Making sure we were equipped to cook, clean and run a home. These were things she missed learning as she hoed and picked cotton with her father. I miss her. I think we could be good friends if she were still here–I’ve grown up Mother. I thought I appreciated you before–but as the years go by, it is more so. Thank you brave mom 1 and brave mom 2 you shaped my life well.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you brave moms who are still writing your stories. Take a deep breath to continue on–for your efforts will not be in vain.

Proverbs 31: 28 Her children stand and bless her. (NLT)

Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10. This Psalm was written “for the choir director”, a song of the descendants of Korah, when the Israelite’s found themselves in a time of trouble. As a Mom and Grandma I know I must have uttered this phrase a lot,”Be Still”. Be still in the car, be still in church, be still when I was brushing hair, be still when I was trying to clean a wound or remove a sticker. Most of the time it came out as more of a command that a gentle suggestion.

The Korahites were part of the Levitical family who served the temple. Their father and associates were swallowed up by their sin, but these faithful ones were spared. They were part of the ‘worship’ team and were encouraged to sing when a strong sound was needed! During times of trouble, we need strong voices to speak God’s truth and insight. As we remember this is part of a song to be sung by these selected voices, we must know they were the ones to set a tone for the rest of the company.

So here we are commanded to “be still and know that He is God”. At times when I teach my grandchildren science it will be “review question” time. Often times it will involved immediate rewards with a Skittle, chocolate chip or other sweet for the correct answer. I have had to use the “be still” command to capture their enthusiasm so they can hear not only the instructions, but the questions. Bringing stillness into our situation allows us to hear the still small voice that will lead and guide us to victory.

The command “Be Still” has more to do with cease your striving or in this scenario “Stop fighting”. The Israelite’s were at war during this time with specific enemies. The scripture is commanding their enemies to cease fire as the True God is fighting for them, and they will be defeated. Today I read Psalm 54: 6 I will sacrifice a voluntary offering to you; I will praise your name, O Lord, for it is good. For you have rescued me from my troubles and helped me to triumph over my enemies. As I meditated on the section–you have rescued me from my troubles and helped me triumph over my enemies, it let me to think about those troublesome little foxes stubbornly keeping me from victory. God is God of our Big enemies as well as our small ones. As I choose to be still before Him, allowing Him to be God in the midst, He often reveals to me how each victory is to be one. Is it anxiety? Is it fear? Is it anger? Waiting on and with Him leads us to solutions we often would not have figured out. Being still is trusting in His ability, not my own. Father, it is not just my body that needs to be still, but my own soul. Teach me how to still my mind before you and allow you to show me how you are truly God in every situation. I know you are fighting for me, and with me, and for that I am very grateful. I choose your ways, not my own. In Jesus Name, amen

I am classifying myself as a shut in. I have not left my home since March 23. Exactly one month ago. As a young person, I remember hearing the pastor and deacons of our church talk about “doing visitation” or taking communion to the “shut ins”. I envisioned people who were bedridden–old and wrinkly without the ability to get themselves to church. Now, here I sit–able to move, drive and go out and about–but due to my “higher risk status” choosing to abide in place.

Isn’t that a better phrase? Abide in place. I am grateful for the choice I have in staying in place. I chose to shut myself in so my children would not be worried about me. I received a call from a crying mom this morning. She had to take her daughter to the ER (on the request of the daughter’s doctor) and leave her there. It was so traumatic for this mother to walk out, feeling she had forsaken her child. Her daughter does not have Covid symptoms, (she is there for other reasons), but still she is impacted by the disease. I do not want my children to have to drop me off at a facility alone, so I choose to abide in place. To me, abide means I choose to accept the limitations our governor and my children have recommended. I choose not to kick at the borders and boundaries. I choose to be a shut in in peace.

However, just because I am shut in, I am not shut out! I can choose to invite people in via telephone, chat and Zoom! I have written letters and cards to other “shut ins” in attempt to encourage them (till I ran out of stamps–ordered more, they are on there way). It has also been a time to shout out to my Heavenly Father–hey I need you…and He has shown up! I bring His Presence in through worship and praise music. Don’t laugh, but I was dancing in the kitchen to other day to Waymaker.

I have chosen to shut up about the inconveniences about my choice. It is my choice. I do it out of love and in faith. It is lonely at times. I won’t lie. I get bored. There seems to be a weariness in the sameness of each day. But I choose to focus on what I can do, rather than what I can’t. I shut out to the best of my ability the lies of the enemy and my own mind about how I am being “too safe”, and that it doesn’t take all that–etc.
I have had to firmly bring captive thoughts about why this or that person never calls me. Self pity is not going to be my roommate during this season. I have chosen to abide in the secret place of the most High (Psalm 91). I have chosen to believe Psalm 16:11 You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy, at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Even in this time of choosing to be shut in, He leads me to find the path of life, right here in my own home by myself.

Those of you who are not abiding alone–I encourage you to be patient, be kind and be generous with your grace and mercy. Take a deep breath–this will soon be a story told and we can enjoy the memories. Do not let Covid 19 rob you of your joy, your relationships, your hope in God but keep on casting your care upon Him, for He does so abundantly care for you. I am grateful for technology and the connection it gives us during this season–but do not use it to separate yourself from those around you. Please use balance. Trust me, I would rather have a human than a phone to spend time with!!

I confess I have never ran a marathon–but I have done some “emotional” races that felt like one! A few years ago I was plunged into care-giving for my husband after his massive stroke. Like it or not I was signed up without much training for 24/7 care duty responsibilities. We as a global family have been unexpectedly plunged into a 24/7 unexpected lock-down–to keep ourselves and our loved ones safe. As my time as a caregiver was unknown, so is this season.

The governor of Washington state moved our lock-down date to May 4. It is an arbitrary date–but it does give us some sort of an “end date”. I have not left my home for four weeks. I admit it is starting to feel a bit overwhelming. But God is good. My daughter mentioned to me that there was at least three weeks to go. That seemed like a lifetime at the moment. I thought–Lord, we need a second wind.

Second wind is a persons ability to breathe freely during exercise after having been out of breath. In other words, it is something that we need to push on through after exertion. It has taken determination not to leave my home.

So how do we carry on, when we want to quit? How do we get our second wind?

1. Recognize you need it! Admit you maybe out of breath (life, joy, peace, grace etc.)

2. Talk to the Lord about it. ASK for His help. (Remember you have not because you ask not)

3. Take a deep breath–as much as you can! Do whatever you do to bring in His Presence–and take a deep breath of His love and Life. Read Psalm 47. It is full of different ways to worship the Lord. Clap, Shout, Sing, –try something new. When was the last time you clapped your hands when you were worshiping the Lord by yourself? Haven’t tried a shout recently or ever??? Try it! It will begin to break the old and help you enter into the new. If you just listen to worship music and “worship Him in your hearts”–try to sing aloud! Dance is not included in this chapter–but it shakes off the old stuff and helps us enter into the new. Get your body moving!

4. Phone a friend. May be an old friend–or it may help you make a new one.

5. Try something new! Try dinner for breakfast–or breakfast for dinner. Eat dessert first. I started doing video chat (see #4). I’ve learned how to host a Zoom meeting. Invite a friend through technology!

6. Clean out your closet. Cleaning one area helps you begin to straighten out your mind!

7. Remind yourself there will be an end to this, remind yourself what is good about this season.

8. Keep a journal or diary of the good things you see God doing during this time!9. Remember what God has done. Build a memorial for His glory.

10. Choose not to grow weary in well doing. Keep your mind on the prize of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

When I was in the middle of my care-giving experience I kept thinking, this too shall pass one way or another. After two and half years he joined Jesus, and my job was suddenly over. It seemed strange. I had to find a new identity, figure out a new life. God helped me. Others helped me. He will help us get through this season.

For those of you with children–take a deep breath. Let the little things go that won’t matter this time next year. Take time to read, play and pray with your children. Learn a new game together. Play a modern version on “hide the thimble”–hide something at night or after nap time. Maybe a treat, or a special game piece you enjoy together. Enjoy the treat or play the game after it is found! Simple ideas that can make you laugh. Ask your children to draw a picture of their favorite memory and really listen to their explanations. Fun things that will add joy and laughter to your day. Ask Alexa or Ok Google everyday for a joke. Make it a family time.

It is my prayer that we all receive God’s new strength and energy to continue running this race–no matter how long it takes. It will be worth it.

Jesus said “this too, shall pass”, so will Covid 19. We can do this.

This prophetic word was given in 2008 by Rev. Darryl Rodman. The Lord put it on my heart to share with everyone. God’s Word is so important to stand on in these days. Please do not let your hearts grow weary during this season. Do not cast away your confidence in the Lord our God. He will see us through. We will be changed, of course. But as we allow His Spirit to lead and guide us, we will be changed more like Him. Let us let His Spirit work in us that what He wishes to do, and it is always good. Praying for each other during this time is so necessary. I love you all in Jesus Name. One note: The Spirit said He was the Waymaker long before the song became popular!

I hear the Spirit of the Lord say, “Do not cast away your confidence that you have in who I am. Do not put it from you in the midst of trials and tribulations. Do not look to the left and to the right when things begin to happen that you did not expect, but keep your confidence strong in me, says the Lord. Do not shelve it; do not set it behind you, but lay hold upon your trust and your faith in who I am.

For I know the day that you live in, it does not surprise me, it does not come unexpected. I have known of it before you knew of it, and I am yet the Lord God Creator of heaven and earth and everything that is in it. I am high and lifted up above all principalities and powers and spiritual wickedness in high places.

There is nothing that I cannot do.
My arm is not short that it cannot save.
My hand is not weak that it cannot deliver.
My eyes have not grown dim that I do not see.
My ears have not grown heavy that I do not hear.

I know the days that you live in, and I am in the midst of your day. Keep your confidence in me.

I will walk with you, Immanuel.
I will hold you, I will strengthen you,
I will uphold you, I will lift you up.
And when problems come I will be your problem solver.

Do not cast away your confidence, says your God. Do not grow faint and weary in well doing; for you shall reap in do season if you do not faint. Do not let your heart become double minded within you, but as the day comes that you see and you say, “O Lord, how will I make it? How will I go through it? How will I overcome it? How will I? How will I live in such a time as this?” The answer to that is that you will do this by who I am in your life, says the Lord.

Do not let your confidence be cast away. But in these days seek my face as never before and let the strength of the Living God bear you up, lead you forward, and lead you onward to the things that I have yet prepared for you.

For I am the way maker.
I am the God that can make ways where there seem to be none.
I am the wall breaker.
I can break down walls that stand in your way.
I am the mountain mover.

I change not. Though your circumstances and situations and the day you live in would cause you to say, “Lord, alas, how shall it be, do not not cast away your confidence in me, says the Lord, and you shall see that I will be the Lord of Glory in the midst of you. And I will take you through and I will lead you on, no matter what your day is. I proclaim over your day, this is the day I have made. Be glad and rejoice in it and keep your confidence strong in who I am says your God.

Hebrews 10:35-38 (NKJV)
35 Therefore do not cast
away your confidence, which has great reward. 36
For you have need of
endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the
promise: 37 “For yet a little while, And He who is coming will
come and will not tarry. 38 Now the just shall live by faith; But if
anyone draws back, My soul has no pleasure in him.”

Psalm 27:1-3 (NKJV)
1 A Psalm of David. The Lord is my light and my
salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord
is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? 2 When
the wicked came against me To eat up my flesh, My enemies and foes, They
stumbled and fell. 3 Though an army may encamp against me, My heart
shall not fear; Though war may rise against me, In this I will be
confident.

Quarantine–from the Italian meaning forty. Hmm, how many days will be in quarantine here in the United States? Even thinking about 40 days home alone is difficult for me. I think about my family and friends who are in different configurations during these circumstances–couples, couples with small children, couples with elementary children, single parents responsible for children while working, families with both parents working and trying to still educate their children, parents learning to home school, families with no income because their small business or jobs are shut down–all requested to stay at home, in place. Then there are military spouses in deployment status trying to maintain normalcy for their families as well. What we all need to figure out is a new rhythm of grace.

Grace for each other, grace for ourselves and grace for our governments. The first day I was serious about “self-isolating” the Lord spoke to me about changing my routine. I usually would wake, grab my coffee and do my devotional time safe and comfy in my waterbed. He said, you need to get up, shower, dress and move your study to the living room. I admit, I really didn’t like it! But as we are in our second week, I’ve begun to see the wisdom of that change. It is my new rhythm and schedule that has set a better tone for my life during these changes. Matthew 11: 28-30 Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you”ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me–watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heacy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company iwth me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly. If you haven’t as yet–ask the Lord to help you find the rhythm of life for this new season. Give yourself the grace to have more conversations with your friends and family. I heard the other day that phone calls–are up an actual 33%. If you are alone–wondering about your friends and family–pick up the phone and call them. You may need keep it short, but it’s important for both sides of the family. I’ve found when you live alone it’s hard sometime to get outside your own thoughts–prayer definitely helps, but so does checking in with others. You might start by asking, “is this a good time to chat?” Then respond accordingly!

God gave us structure to our days with the rising of the sun its setting. He knows we do better with a schedule than without. Not necessarily a rigid one, but enough to follow His rhythm–which is always full of grace! The word tells us to “number” our days–this is one way to make the most of this unprecedented time. Throw in some fun! Add some surprises if you can! (I found some olives the other day–they added a bit of joy to my predictable meal!) Please know God is able to help us learn about Him during this season. We are learning about ourselves as well–things that may frustrate us, disappoint us–but don’t just look for the negative, look at the positive! How creative are you? We were made in the image of our creative God–ask Him for His creativity to change up the routine as well…once you have it established! Don’t forget to laugh, forgive and enjoy the people around you. This time will pass–sooner than we know. Make memories as you can.