Joy To The Sorrowing


I was travelling to visit a friend this past week. During my drive I travelled through 3 different states. The lush green land slowly faded to a parched but beautiful brown. As I travelled I prayed for every soul. ⁣

My heart became so overwhelmed with love for my country. I wept. My beautiful nation is in so much turmoil and people are seeing the strife surface in more visible ways. What has been hidden is coming to light. Too many dark, broken and desperate hearts to keep count, yet I have wept and wanted you to know your incredible value.⁣

America, my great country, aren’t you weary and tired? I know there are sorrowing people scattered in the millions. Do you know how much you are loved? ALL of you are loved.⁣

Can we quiet ourselves for once and join hands once again? Will you join me? Can I help pray for a need you may have?

Jesus. He made a way to rest. His joy is waiting for you, today and the next day. Life can be much different. We can choose different; the good different; the holy-change-transform-restore your life different! Because… JESUS. ⁣

HE is your joy. Rest will be found with Him. ❤️⁣ Jeremiah 31:25

Silence



This weekend we celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus. In between that was silence. Tension filled the air as Jesus’ followers awoke with devastation unable to comprehend His death.⁣

But God in great anticipation had a countdown going. He knew that a mighty conquering was occuring and victory was running towards humanity. While the people waited having only begun to grieve, to mourn the son of both God and man, silence settled as Jesus was about to breathe again. Even though Jesus had told them what was to come they still did not understand it. They knew the Messiah had come but nothing occured the way they had thought it would. ⁣

We are all in waiting right now. In our homes, on our own, we are waiting for our lives to go back to normal. But perhaps our lives are supposed to be resurrected? Maybe our lives are supposed to change to become better than before?⁣

There is beauty in the waiting. We may not know what it is going to look like but because Jesus defeated death and rose from that grave, we can be certain that what is waiting is full of victory, hope, joy! Could we view the silence, the waiting, a beautiful part of our journey to a great comeback where life is restored the way it should be and reconciliation has occured; where our pain has been healed and each of us has returned to love?⁣

Don’t you long for more? ⁣

The more is on the other side of the waiting, the silence, if one is willing to embrace the risen Savior. He has been waiting with great anticipation and joy for the day of resurrection… In your life. ⁣

Aren’t you ready? ⁣

It is time to stop ignoring the gentle whisper of love that will bring you freedom and heal your pain, Dear world. ⁣

You are loved more than you know.⁣



We Need A Savior



Today just like on the day Jesus came into town on a donkey we shout, Hosanna!⁣


We recognize we need you. Many of us have not felt a need for you until this virus made us realize that we’ve been governed by fear and death. We humble ourselves and acknowledge that we are nothing without you, Jesus.⁣



We need you.⁣



Hosanna! ⁣



Thank you Jesus for coming and showing us what love looks like. Thank you Jesus for saving us from our sins and delivering us from the depths of hell. ⁣



Hosanna!⁣

Counting The Savior’s Fingers And Toes

I have been thinking about Mary and baby Jesus recently. How did it feel to hold him close knowing who he was? As I began pondering these things the birth of Jesus started to come alive in different ways. Other things came to my mind as well.

Since God chose Mary and Joseph to be parents to Jesus, then he has fully equipped you to parent your kids whether they are biological or not. You are needed. You are known.

Remember the babe in a manger. Look at his family. Even he grew up in a blended family. It was not perfect. They were not rich. They loved God and each other. Obedience ran deep in their veins and trust was rooted in their hearts.

Below is a quick story that came from one of my days of pondering, wondering and imagining one of the greatest days in history for all mankind.

As you read, may the birth of Christ become more real to you today.

The dingy, musky air filled with scents of hay and sheep surrounded them. A fire crackled as a pot of water warmed over for Jesus and Mary.

Mary lay back exhausted and uncomfortable. She was trying to get Jesus to latch on for his first meal while Joseph gathered food, and tended to the fire. He would check on her every now and then. She would catch him staring at them in awe.

Jesus cooed and Mary nuzzled her nose into his neck and inhaled the scent of him. She counted his fingers and toes twice over. His eyes had a brightness to them and seemed to have a hue of every color. This was the Savior her people had been waiting their entire lives for.

Her heart could hardly take in that she was chosen to be his Mommy. How does one raise the son of God? She and Joseph did not have much and she bit back tears as she realized their lives were not fit for a king. It humbled her that she was considered worthy for such a task. And now here he was, in her arms, tiny, handsome and needing her. The Savior of the world needed her.

As Joseph finished gathering rags he brought over the warmed water and took care of his family. He could hardly believe that he was to raise the Messiah. He looked perfect in every way. Mary was more beautiful to him than she ever was. There were no words for this moment. Immediately their souls had intertwined and been brought together in a way that no one else in history would ever know.

Only a Savior could do that.