Can you rejoice in Me?

Lying in bed, earlier than I want it to be.
The sound of children’s voices when I want quiet.
Grumbles rise to the surface, discontentment chafing.
If only I had a bigger house, quieter children…

Recognising the path my thoughts are taking, reining them in,
Offering thankfulness for this house, these children, this life.
And then His whisper in my mind:

“Can you rejoice in Me?”

Not just thanking Him for His blessings,
But basking in His presence,
Opening my heart to the rays of His love,
Looking past the changing circumstances, good or ill,
And seeing the One who never alters.

I will rejoice in You!

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Why my blog is called Isaiah 41 verse 10

I was about 10 or 11.  I was staying with my parents who were missionaries in the kind of country where people don’t usually go for a relaxing holiday.  I never felt like I belonged anywhere.  Not in that culture, because I couldn’t speak the language, and I looked different and was foreign, and not at the boarding school for missionaries’ children, where the other kids often picked on me or disliked me. At an early age I had stopped believing in my mother’s love for me, and the lie that I was unloved was causing me to grow up crooked, like a tree that overcompensates for an early injury.

But I had heard that God loved me.  I also had heard that He would speak if one listened.  One day, when I was by myself in the room I shared with my sister, I took my Bible and sat on the bed, and asked Him if it was true.

“Is it true that you love me?  Do you care about me?”

I waited.  Then a verse reference popped into my head: one that I didn’t know.  I looked it up.

Isaiah 41 verse 10

So do not fear, for I am with you;

Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you; 

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

 

Then I knew that it was true.  He does speak, and He does care, and He is not only the one true God, Creator of the universe, He is my God, the one who watches over me.  He is Love.

He has kept His promise to me.  With Him I am strong.  He is always with me, and He holds on to me.  I’ve wandered off the pathway lots of times, and got distracted, and disobeyed His instructions, but He has not given up on me, and He never will.  Some songs say, “I will never let you [Jesus] go.”  I always change the words when I’m singing to “You will never let me go,” because the truth is that we often let go, but He doesn’t.

I’ve found that if I hold onto His love, I can love other people, and not be afraid of them hurting me.  It’s hard to unlearn old habits of mistrust and criticism, but slowly He is making the change.  If I ask Him to show me how He sees a situation or a person, it’s like He changes the perspective, making clear what was blurry, changing the colours, and sometimes revealing details I did not notice before. 

Sometimes I look back and wish I had pursued Him earlier, when I knew this from an early age, but for a long time it was about following rules and being a ‘good Christian’.  I was too busy trying to fix everyone else, and swinging from self-hatred to pride and back again.  But they say that nothing is wasted with God, so I will trust that He is making something beautiful with the mess. 

Radical Obedience

I would like to recommend the audio book of What Happens When Women Say Yes to God by Lysa Terkeurst.  It is available free this month from christianaudio.com.  Lysa talks about her journey of learning ‘radical obedience’ to God.  This is familiar to me, as God has also been graciously leading me on this uncomfortable but joyful path.

He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

Psalm 23 v 3

What does obedience look like?  Many of us want to ‘do great things for God’, hoping that He will call us to do something extraordinary and wonderful.  But what if the path of obedience is more mundane, such as washing dishes for Jesus, or learning not to lose my temper, or being honest when no one else is?  What if it means choosing not to respond in anger with my children when they disobey again, or are careless?  What if it means choosing not to complain or grumble about people who don’t pull their weight at work or at church, but being thankful for them and blessing them instead?  What if it means getting up early to pray rather sleeping for another hour?

I’m starting to see that the life of radical obedience that God is calling us to is made of many choices, day by day, but that these often trivial matters point back to one choice we must make – will we live to please Him or to please ourselves?  The little things matter.

Whoever is faithful in very little is also faithful in much, and whoever is unrighteous in very little is also unrighteous in much.

Luke 16 verse 10

His master said to him, “Well done, good and faithful slave! You were faithful over a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Share your master’s joy!”

Matthew 25 verse 21

Lessons from Daniel

As a family we have been re-reading the book of Daniel.  The story opens when Daniel and three of his friends are among the captives taken from Jerusalem to Babylon.  The best-looking, fittest and most intelligent young men are chosen to receive the finest education the Babylonian court can provide, and Daniel and his friends are among this select group.  They are to be fed on the choicest foods and wines from the king’s own table.  However, this is a problem for Daniel and his three friends.  They are forbidden by the Law given to Moses to consume certain animals, and may not eat meat that has not had the blood drained from it.  Daniel asks that they be fed vegetables instead.  The officer over them is reluctant, because he thinks that they will not fare as well as the other young men who eat the king’s food, but Daniel asks for a ten day trial.  After ten days the four young men who are obedient to God’s law look healthier than all the others.  They are allowed to continue eating their plain diet rather than the king’s food.  God blesses them with understanding and wisdom above all their fellows, so that they rise to prominent positions in the king’s court.

How many young men from Judah were in that court?  There must have been many more than four.  However, only Daniel and his friends were willing to be different from the rest.  What words may have been thrown at them?

“Why are you making a fuss?  We’re in Babylon now.  When in Babylon, do as the Babylonians do.”

“You’re making the rest of us look bad.  I suppose you think you’re super holy or something.”

“Why are you bothering to obey God when he couldn’t save us from Nebuchadnezzar’s armies?”

It was only a ‘little thing’, but it mattered in God’s eyes.

Taking a break from blogland

For the next month I am taking a break from blogging and from visiting other people’s blogs.  It seems to be what God is asking me to do.  In fact He’s been asking for a while, but I’ve been struggling to stop.  However listening to Lysa’s book has encouraged me to take this step.

Some things I’m hoping to do in my blog-free month:  gardening, spending more time with my family, craft projects, praying, writing songs and poetry, cooking and reaching out to others.   Who knows what else God has planned?

Jo.

What Happens When Women Say Yes to God by Lysa Terkeurst

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What Happens When Women Say Yes to God by Lysa Terkeurst

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Dealing with my own distortions…

I want to reblog this post because it is a powerful reminder of how mixed up our thoughts can be. I know God’s still working on me and transforming my thinking.

In My Father's House

Distorted_Mel2 In my last post (“Dealing with our distortions of God”), I attempted to lay a foundation about our distorted view of God and how that effects our relationship with Him and how we see ourselves and others. Now, I would like to  share what I have discovered over the years about my own personal distortions. I will also confess here that I didn’t realize that most of these were distortions before this discovery. Like you, I thought they were normal. I didn’t know what I didn’t know…Okay, here’s a few to start with…

My distortions about God:

I thought that God was still angry at sinners…
I thought Jesus was the merciful, graceful, loving, approachable friend who had to hold back a distant, too lofty, angry, wrathful Father from striking us all down because He couldn’t stand to look at us without His “Jesus glasses” on…

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Dear Moppet

In January we had visitors from Germany come to stay with us.  They were friendly and fun, playing swing ball and jumping on the trampoline with our children.  However their stay also highlighted for me some problems in our family that needed to be dealt with.  It was painful at the time, but I’m grateful for the work God did….

Dear Moppet,

You have long blond hair, a sweet round face, and sturdy limbs.  You love to sing and dance.  I watch you on the trampoline and I laugh at the big words you use and your decided opinions.  You act tough, but can suddenly crumple at a harsh word or angry tone.  Sometimes you use words as weapons, lashing out at your three older siblings, and I wonder how you learnt that and why you want to hurt them.  You are growing fast and will soon be too big for my lap, and I suddenly want to put brakes on Time and keep you little for longer, and make up for the moments I did not cherish earlier.

I’m sorry to say that I resented you when you were little: the years of waking up every night for no reason I could make out, the annoyance of trying to keep everyone else quiet during your naps, the ‘inconvenience’ having a baby or toddler caused.  I even spoke the words, “I wish…..”  I don’t want to finish the sentence now because it is too painful to remember.  I didn’t realise the treasure God had given us in you.

I saw the damage my attitude had caused, when we had visitors in January and my little 5-year-old girl clung to a stranger, wanting to hold her hand and sit on her lap, things you never did with me.  God forgive me for my blindness.  That night I lay awake and wept because of the wrong I had done you and the words I had spoken many times, though never to your face, “I don’t want another baby if it is like M.”  I take them back.  I love you, Moppet.  It doesn’t matter how much disruption you cause.  Nothing changes the fact that you’re my treasure.

Your Daddy and I prayed together and repented of our words and attitudes.  God gave us His peace and I know that He will heal our relationship and make it beautiful.  I’ve been holding you more, and expressing my love for you, praying with you and playing with you.  I know things are changing and I’m grateful.

Love you forever,

Mum.

What can I give God?

“God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best.”

from On His Blindness by John Milton

What can I give God?  Everything I have comes from Him.  There is nothing of mine that He did not give me.  Anything that I lack, I only need ask Him for it.

I used to think that God needed my talents and my gifts for His kingdom.  Now I see them as pitiful offerings.  Without the Spirit’s fire they are fool’s gold.

What does He want from me?  Not sacrifices, not gifts, but my love and obedience.  He wants to be my Father, and for me to be His child, loving Him, running to Him when I am hurt, trusting Him, obeying Him.

Father, I give you my heart, and ask that the love You have placed there will increase day by day.  May each day be full of praise and adoration for You, as I rest in You.

What our Lord want us to present to Him is not goodness, nor honesty, nor endeavour, but real solid sin; that is all He can take from us.  And what does He give in exchange for our sin?  Real solid righteousness.  ”

Oswald Chambers

Longings

We started homeschooling again last week, and are starting a new routine this week.  It’s scary how full our week is.  I don’t want to have such a busy life.  I’m also expert at wasting time, and procrastinating when I feel overloaded, which of course makes things worse.

We are doing both swimming and gymnastics, which is probably a mistake, as it means two afternoons out in a row, on Monday and Tuesday, and then on Wednesday I take Nature Boy and Kitty to violin.  The best thing about Wednesday is that I can sit in a comfortable squishy chair for nearly an hour at violin, and my husband and Curly cook dinner and look after the baby.  Bliss.  I also enjoy the music therapy.

There’s a pile of mending behind the couch, and a pile of books that need sorting out on the lounge floor.  But I’m learning that He is everywhere in every moment.  I want to know His Presence in the mess and muddle that is my life.  I want to know Him, not just about Him.  I’ve just dipped my toes in His ocean.  I want to swim.