“I choose joy.”For King and Country
I am beginning to identify with Jeremiah, the one called “the weeping prophet.” Not that I consider myself a prophet, but I am one who weeps.
Each time my fingers tap out the words to send from my heart to yours, this thought runs through my brain, “Maybe I should write something that has a lighter feel.” And each time God whispers to my ear that there are so many people hurting, struggling, wounded, and uncertain about the future. I count myself one of the many.
We truly want to finish well the race that is set before us. But in the spirit of authenticity, sometimes I find my faith teetering on the fence of doubt.
Perhaps the days of lightheartedness will come soon. I hope so.
But for now, we are called to-
hold one another up
offer grace when one stumbles
lift each other up
and take one more step in this heavenly race.
We are to remember that this world truly is not our permanent home (Hebrews 13:14). There is a glorious place waiting for us. But until we stand face to face with Christ in all of His glory, we must remember we are ambassadors of His kingdom (2 Corinthians 5:20-21). We are called to bring what’s up there down here in our day to day lives. We are reflectors of grace, set apart for a greater purpose.
We are called to know Him and the power of His resurrection as well as the fellowship of His suffering (Philippians 3:10). Confession time. We have all seen that crazed football fan. The one who paints his/her face with the team colors and roars with every advancement of the ball down the field then jumps up punching the air with his/her giant sponge hand when the team scores. That’s me when I hear the first part of this verse, “the power of His resurrection.” YES!!! Go, God! That’s what I want to see, the resurrection power.
As I reflect on this verse in light of so many who find themselves in life’s hard places, there is a clearer message coming into view. There can be no resurrection power without death first. Wow! I never saw that before.
Maybe today you are experiencing a death of sorts–the death of a dream, a job, a relationship, health, or expectation. My friend, these are the places where His resurrection power breathes life into dry bones.
Every victory won was first a battle fought.
Each body cured, was first a disease diagnosed.
All mountain top views were reached by trekking the valley.
This week’s “Hope for the Journey” is less organized in thought than I am comfortable with. However, it seemed fitting to take a step back and remember some truths about who we are and who we are called to be. Suffering never negates the greater purposes of God or our identity in Him.
Stand strong, dear one. Hold tight to His promises. Live with your eyes wide open to…
His divine peace
His miraculous ways
His overwhelming joy
His unexplainable presence
His extravagant love
His wondrous grace
This is our God!
Remember Him and live in awe.
Until next time, let’s find hope in the journey,
Hi There! My name is Evelyn. I am a lover of all things family, faith and Fall. So grateful that you found your way here. The chaos of life can leave us feeling a bit worn around the edges. Sometimes a little ray of hope is all we need to provide courage for the next step in our journey. So come on in, take a deep breath. My prayer is that in this space, you will be able to grab hold of hope. For more of Evelyn’s columns, see her blog Hope for the Journey.
Do you ever wonder what people think of you?
Someone overhears a snippet of your conversation and you wonder what kind of person they make you out to be. “What if they think I’m an unwed mother?” “What if they think I’m a spendthrift?”
When we place ourselves at the mercy of public opinion, we lose sight of the fact that God Himself is the ultimate judge.
He knows why we’re doing what we’re doing: why we hold back our words or gush over, why we’re paralyzed by one fear or eagerly expecting the next moment to come. We should care about others, but not to the point that we allow what they think to override what God knows.
When we’re walking with God, it takes the fear out of life. If we allow Him, He can love us out of our irrational fears–every fear that tells us that it’s more important than Him.
Isn’t that good news? Scratch that… isn’t that the best news?