Victorious! the Mind of Christ

It is easy to get back to God if you just pray and turn everything over to Him. It may not seem easy but just start with something that’s bothering you. Something that you would normally tell everyone else, something you’d normally obsess over, something that would discourage you or cause fear, something that would bring feelings of inadequacy; take it to God, tell it to God. Normally we over think these situations and wonder why they happened to us. In an attempt to understand our hurt, we obsess and talk about it to ourselves. We replay the situation in our heads with “what if’s” and “I should have said’s”.

If you have a pure or genuine heart toward God and those around you, chances are you’ve felt crushed but held your tongue and tried to let it go only to get home and have it all ( a snub by a coworker, a snide comment by an acquaintance, or rudeness and rejection by those close to you, being embarrassed) come back to you and sit front and center in your thoughts.

In an attempt to nullify these feelings and thoughts of regrets, we talk it out with several people, hoping they’ll make us feel better about the situation. But truthfully the only time we really feel better is when we truly turn it over to God. This is more than just saying “I give it to God”, this is sincere, open prayer to God about what and why “it” hurt us… “it” being the situation or person that caused the regret. Once you open up and give it to God you will be able to move on without regrets. You will be able to rest assured in your response, even if it was no response at all. You will know that the Lord will fight for you and that you need only be still (Exodus 14:14). Rest assured that when you glorify the Lord with your response, even when it is no response at all, you are not being weak, you are being His! When any of these things happen, know that you are not defeated, you are victorious because you have given everything, all of your fears, doubts, and worries to Christ, and He has victory over EVERYTHING, even death! We are victorious, we have the mind of Christ!

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Hiding

Can I just say that I haven’t been listening? I haven’t been listening. I know my Father’s voice, but I haven’t been listening the way that I should. I haven’t been drowning out distractions the way should. The first thing I used to do was get up and read or and pray. I don’t mean that to sound cliche, but I really, really used to do that and I lived for it. Spending time with God, in His presence, with His Spirit was the highlight of my day.

There was a time where it was common to find me, face to the carpet, in worship at any time of the day. I would be home in my prayer room just in awe of Him, being filled with Him so much so that it caused an ache to be filled even more… I wonder if we even have that capacity. I mean even though I ached to be even more filled with Him, I wonder if my heart and spirit even have the capacity to just overflow with Him so much that there’s nothing of me left but the vessel… No personal will, no self-serving cares. Can you imagine?

But that was then and this is now. Then I still watched television, even Netflix. Then I still took daily calls from my best friend, but none of it outweighed the voice of God. I’d hear Him call to me and I’d listen, just the smallest stir and I’d be waiting. I was not afraid to feel because I knew He’d comfort me and I trusted Him with my whole heart! Today I still hear Him but I haven’t been listening, I still feel the unpleasant sting of reality, but I’ve hidden those feelings away. Sometimes I feel as if I’m trying to drown everything out with distractions instead of giving them to God… I keep wondering; when did I become so afraid of the thing I want most? Intimacy with God.

Honestly, there are so many things around me that have brought hurt and I’ve really just wanted to shut it all out. Rather it’s food, TV, or any other source of distractions, I find that I’m always trying to feed on something that doesn’t truly fill me. When I look at that I know that I’m not deserving but that He deemed enough for His call, enough for His love.

I feel Him calling me, stirring in me the promises of old. I’m so glad that He’s faithful.  I’ve been afraid and I’ve hidden from my first love they things only He can fix. But He is a faithful God. I’m so glad that He is not a man that He should lie, nor the son of man that He should repent. I’m also glad that God never leaves us, nor forsakes us and that His mercy endureth forever, for without these things, where would I be?

God has shown me things, and even through my lack of diligence I’m glad of this: “God is not a man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent: hath he said, and shall he not do it? or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?” Numbers 23:19

So Father I just thank You for all of Your goodness, and mercy. I thank You for Your redeeming strength, the truth of Your Word and the power of prayer. I ask forgiveness for the times I’ve run from You, the times You called and I didn’t answer. I repent Father, I turn away from those things, and those ways and I lay them at Your feet. In Jesus’ Name, I pray, Amen.

 

The Treasure You Keep

I was recently on Instagram, and by recently I mean two minutes ago, and I was posting about my moment in time. Where my thoughts were, what I was doing.  The first thought was of the storm that was coming. I could hear thunder in the distance and see clouds forming over the building where I live. The second thought was that I wanted to share it with the world and let them know that there was something so simple about just turning everything off and listening to nature. The quiet is beautiful. My third thought came when I looked down and saw the reading material that had been calling to me since I first got up this morning. I looked and saw this plain, jade green mead notebook. Now to the ordinary person, this notebook might just look like a thin wisp of someone’s notes left behind, nothing interesting to the passerby who might see it on the street or at a desk at someone’s house; but for me, these very pages are worth more than anything that money could buy.

So as began to post, I took the usual pictures of the clouds and my view from where I sat in my living room with the blinds open. There was nothing special about those first four pictures, But when I got to the last one I noticed that there, right in front of me, was a treasure. This little green journal held treasures. These were times and records of time spent with God. These were times when I heard Him call to me, direct me, comfort me, strengthen me, and teach me. These were times when God opened my eyes to things not seen and taught me to listen with my heart of hearts for understanding. These were priceless, endless, treasures.

Every time I look at that notebook I feel a tug, a call, a beckoning to dip into the pages that unveil the depth of our conversations… a give and take with the King. It’s a reminder that there’s no place I’d rather be. At His feet, listening intensely to His plans, His words, His instruction and encouragement for what He’s assigned me. I look at these treasures, written in mere ink on paper, but deeper still, captured on the tablet of my heart and ingrained on my soul, reminding me who I am and all I am meant to do.

This is my treasure, it’s not silver, nor gold. This is my treasure, the thing I keep, time spent with God, sitting at His feet.