Stormy weather

stormy-weatherIf you’ve followed this blog for any amount of time, you know I write a lot about the storms of life. I have moments when my heart hurts and I think that surely my life has been stormier than most, but I know that it has not. Most of us keep our storms hidden… or at least we find a way to mitigate their appearance.

But however well we hide them, the storms come to us all. Some of us cry in public, others in private. Some of us rage while others medicate. But the common denominator in each of these responses is pain.

The storms of life are painful, even devastating, but every phase is covered in God’s Word. For every moment, there is a promise that He made to us that we can stand on and believe in and draw strength from.

He bore our griefs. (Isaiah 53:4) He healed our broken hearts. (Psalm 147:3) He brings new life and joy. (Psalm 30:11) He fights our battles. (2 Chronicles 20:17) He closes the mouths of the lions. (Daniel 6:22) He restores our souls. (Psalm 23:2)

Whatever we’re facing, we serve a God who is faithful in the storm if we humble ourselves and run to Him. His salvation does not come to those who stand with arms folded. His salvation comes to the heart that is flayed open before Him, the heart that says, “Oh God, please help me. I need you. I cannot do this in my own strength. Save me.” God responds to the softened heart that comes to Him in humility. He responds to the prayer of faith and expectancy. He responds to His children who run to Him, not from Him.

Even though I walk through the [sunless] valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod [to protect] and Your staff [to guide], they comfort and console me. Psalm 23:4 AMP

Run to Him. Drop your baggage and run to Him. He is waiting for you.

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Get to the table

Get to the tableIt makes me laugh the way God talks to me. I’m sure the Hollywood bigwigs did not anticipate their movies being blog material, at least not this kind of blog. But for this girl, movies are ripe for the picking.

Psalm 23 says that God will prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. I have felt the embrace of that scripture before when it seemed like the world was against me, but today, a dear friend pointed out another aspect that tweaked my thinking. She told me the Lord showed her that the enemy there is not necessarily a human enemy, but anything that may be blocking our way or causing us pain… sickness, financial strain, relationship problems, fear, whatever it may be that is keeping us from freedom and victory in this life.

You see, no matter what problem we may be facing, there is a table set before us that has answers. That table has bread if we’re hungry and medicine if we’re sick. It has what we need to survive… kind of like the cornucopia in the Hunger Games. Except we won’t get killed on the way to the table.

The table is there, and it is set for a feast. But the feast will never be consumed unless we get there. We have to do something. We have to walk up to the table and pull up a chair. We have to accept the gifts. They are not dropped in our laps, they are spread out in front of us, but it’s still up to us to get to the table.