Faith comes from what is heard,
and what is heard comes through the message about Christ.
How many times do our hearts yearn for breakthrough? Breakthrough in our finances, breakthrough in our relationships, breakthrough in those deeply embedded dreams. We ache, we groan, for what we do not see.
And often, so very often, the Enemy sneaks in and whispers “Ah, but you don’t have enough faith for that.” And so very often we believe him. This father of lies.
Instead, let’s tune our ears into the truth. Our faith grows and strengthens when we listen to God’s word. Close your eyes and lean into His words about you. You have an inheritance of miracles.
When you heard the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and when you believed in Him, you were also sealed with the promised Holy Spirit. Sealed, dear one. You are sealed with truth. He is the down payment of our inheritance, for the redemption of the possession, to the praise of His glory. (from Ephesians 1:13-14)
May the truth of God’s love shine over you, bathing you in radiant light. And as you soak it in, I pray you bloom into something stunning despite the rugged terrain. This stunning beauty, it is already within you, the world awaits.
*this post first appeared in Drop of Encouragement through Remade Ministries. I just needed it again… maybe you did too. (grin and hugs)
Friends, life can get tedious at times. We fall into the ruts of the everyday duties and get bogged down with the weight of responsibility. But can I just remind you, that even in the midst of it all, there is a gift. When the coffee pot pours out empty, and the biscuits are burned, there is a bowl of Captain Crunch to be had with your son. Savor this. When the traffic is backed up, and the stoplights are all red, there is sun on your skin. Feel this. When you stand freezing outside watching yet another soccer practice, and dinner is not even thawed and the homework isn’t finished, there is giggle bubbling out next to you. Listen. When the laundry is piling everywhere, and the toys are yet again scattered, remember the snuggles had at bedtime last night.
Ordinary isn’t empty. And even the mundane carries meaning. It all adds up.
Your life is good, full of amazing things. There are memories planted in the rich soil of your relationships, both past and present. There are treasures hidden in every single one of your trials, for you emerged stronger and smarter. Your everyday contains extravagant love.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
My sweet friend Abby McDonald is with us today and I couldn’t be more thrilled! This amazing woman is a woman of deep authentic faith and her words have inspired me so so much! She has a gentle way of pulling the truth of the Word of God into my every day, challenging me to change towards Him and yet encouraging me with every step. At the end of this post is a little bit more about Abby and a link to her blog and social media. She would LOVE to connect with you, and trust me, you have to meet her! It is an absolute honor to have her here, sharing coffee and an honest look at the vast influence of the Holy Spirit.
“I find that people often expect too much from people and too little from God.”
The words from author and speaker, Christine Caine, stung because I knew how true they were. Do we really believe God is capable of all he says he is?
While pondering her words, I stood watching my three-year-old play in his sandbox. He poured the freshly laid sand into stencils and smiled with delight.
He wasn’t concerned about using too much or running out. To him, the supply was endless.
I, on the other hand, knew better. A couple of days ago we noticed the sand was depleted, so Daddy purchased a new bag and filled the box.
With each shovel-full my child dumped into the yard, I knew he was getting closer to the bottom.
Often, I believe we view the power of the Holy Spirit like the sand in that box. We think if we use too much of it, the supply will be depleted. Somehow we place limits on the limitless and set boundaries where there are none.
We would be better off if we stood on a beach and looked at the sand not just on the shore, but extending out into the depths of the ocean.
Like the sand that’s constantly being created by broken shells and rocks, the supply of the Holy Spirit flows continually. Waves are constantly creating friction, which produces new gains.
When God deposits the Holy Spirit within us after we proclaim him as Lord, his living water flows within us with an endless supply. As we spend time with Him and in the Word, we become in tune with the Spirit more and more.
So how do we obtain this limitless resource? If we’ve walked with the Lord any length of time, we know that there are periods where we become weary, burnt out, and feel as though we have nothing left to offer.
We ask for it. Plain and simple. We come before the throne of grace and ask for a drink in Jesus’ name. No matter where you are, what you’ve done or how far you’ve gone off the path, you can come.
When Jesus refers to the Holy Spirit for the first time and reveals his true identity as the Messiah, he does not choose to share this information with teachers of the law or upstanding religious leaders. Instead he shares this priceless gift with a Samaritan woman, who as low on the totem pole of social rank as anyone could be. (See John 4:1-42)
Our God is not a respecter of persons or one to show favoritism. He came to heal the sick, regardless of past sins, status or background.
And later, when he talks about the living water in the temple courts, he does not describe it as a limited resource, but an endless one.
“Whoever believes is me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him. By this he meant the Spirit…” John 7:38-39 NIV
So why do we place limits on a boundless resource? Friend, we are finite beings trying to understand an infinite God. We stumble and we fall. We try to place an all-encompassing God into a neat little box when there is nothing big enough to contain him.
The problem is that when we do this, we ultimately limit ourselves. We confine ourselves to a tiny place in the atmosphere when God wants us to soar.
Today, I encourage you to drink from the fountain that never runs dry. Open the living Word, come before your Maker and ask him to quench your thirst.
Don’t place finite limits on an infinite God.
Believe He will deliver. Believe He will take your tiny mustard seed of faith and use it to move mountains.
When you ask for more of Him, He will never turn you away. And I can promise, you will be satisfied.
Abby McDonald is mom, a wife and a southern girl, currently living on the mountain side of Maryland, who fell in love with writing at a young age. For most of her life, she never shared her writing with anyone. She started Fearfully Made Mom because she felt God gently pushing her to share her writing with others who may feel alone in their struggles with self-doubt, accepting God’s grace, and finding their identity in Christ. Her desire is to show women they are fearfully and wonderfully made by a God who will relentlessly pursue them, even during their darkest times.
When she’s not chasing her two little boys around, Abby enjoys hiking, photography, reading, and consuming copious amounts of coffee with friends.
Linking up today with Jennifer Dukes Lee for #tellHisstory today.
Tears came easy. It’s as if the walls of my empty soul simply leaked. When I stopped striving, working, doing, the silence would scream. So, I’d fill the list, pack the activities and schedule the routine. But even the check marks would leave me unsatisfied. The busy numbed, but it did not quench.
It left me raw.
While the view outside my leaking window took on the same overcast appearance, I lost my bearings. Lies crept in through the crevice and I caught them like a cadence in my bucket. Comparisons ate at my vision, unworthiness consumed my peace.
Immobilized by own emptiness. Mortified by all of my imperfections.
Until the rain stopped. And the light whittled away the clouds, revealing a glorious view of grace.
Breathless I realized, it had been there the whole time.
Even though I couldn’t see it, grace stood steady in my world, unmoved by the storm clouds all around. Like a mountain hidden by the grey it was simply out of my eyesight, but never undone.
For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God.
Everything is naked and exposed before His eye, and He is the one to whom we are accountable.
So then, since we have a great High Priest who has entered heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to what we believe. This High priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for He faced all of the same testings we do, yet He did not sin.
So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive His mercy,
and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.
Good Morning my friend!
It’s a beautiful April Sunday and the sun is dawning it’s radiance on each new bloom, as if calling new to wake up and break forth. Doesn’t it make you just want to stand there in the warmth of it all, head tipped back, heart wide open and soak it all in?
Can I pray for you today? You, yes, YOU are precious to me, a sweet gift of hope and love you are. I am grateful!
This place has become one of my most favorite places to come, it is refreshing to pour out words and soak up grace. Thank you for this space and time.
I lift up my dear friend to you, God, see her there? She just wants to do this right, this life, this love. She wants to honor You and make it to the end of this road with no regrets and handfuls of memories, good memories. She already knows perfection is a myth, but God will You let her know that You know that too? Will you remind her today God, that You are absolutely delighted in who she is and what she does? May she see You’re grin and Your eyes lit with love as she goes about her week this week.
And about that God, I pray that she notices the blessings along with the burdens. May she see your treasures within the trials. You haven’t left her God, she’s not out there on this road all alone. Pour over her Your sweet rain, the kind that soaks deep and is a source of nourishment for a parched soul. Shine Your warmth, Your favor, upon her, causing her to rise up in radiant strength.
She is beautiful, God. She is beautiful because You radiate through her smile. And I am grateful she shares it with me, it reminds me of You.
Thank you, Abba.