To Read on the Journey

Friday, March 29, 2013

It {Really} Is Well

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Because of this day, 
Good Friday, 
It {really} is well with my soul. 
For whether my world is right-side-up or upside-down, 
I'VE. GOT. GOD!  

I've got hands-down all I need and want in Him...
"It is well with my soul." 


Because of my Savior, 
not just a bit of my sin, but all-the-nasty-ick-of-it 
"is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more! 
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord,
O my soul!"



Live in Peace,



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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Hard to Swallow

"Since Jesus went through everything you're going through and more, learn to think like him.  Think of your sufferings as a weaning from that old sinful habit of always expecting to get your own way.  Then you'll be able to live out your days free to pursue what God wants instead of being tyrannized by what you want."  
 1 Peter 4: 1-2 (The Message)

For the last week I have read these two verses multiple times a day.  Because I'm suffering with quiet a bit of physical discomfort again I'm sure this next week I'll be found doing the same.

As I read I find myself thinking of Revelations 10:10, which calls believers to "eat this book."  I'm biting and chewing and finding these words hard to swallow.

Once when I was 6 I didn't want to eat peas so I packed my suitcase and ran away. I was bound for Tori Johnson's house. I was certain her mother would NEVER force me to consume the icky little green vegetable.  I'd like to run away from these words. But I'm no longer 6, and like them or not- I know I need to eat them. 

 So I'm biting into "Since Jesus went through everything you're going through and more, learn to think like him."  The truth is when I hurt I don't want to redirect my focus toward Jesus, and what he went through (for me).  Because I'm in self-preservation mode I don't want to tune my thoughts to his.  But now more than ever I should be in Jesus-preservation mode. I need more of him and less of me. 

I'm chewing on, "think of your sufferings as a weaning from that old sinful habit of always expecting to get your own way."  These words are the most bitter in my mouth.  Did you notice that "sufferings" is plural?  I'm always blindsided when I suffer again.   "Again" leaves a nasty taste in my mouth- entitlement Entitlement tells me that I've been through enough suffering, and deserve a "get out of jail free" card.  Entitlement causes me to be a 39 yr old toddler throwing a fit of 'I want' and 'I need' and 'I deserve' my "OWN WAY!!!!!"

I'm swallowing- "Then you'll be able to live out your days free to pursue what God wants instead of being tyrannized by what you want."  "Tyrannized by what you want." Yeah, that's me lately.  And the more out-of-control I feel physically the more I grasp for control of something-anything.  I absolutely lose sight of pursuing what God wants, and as a result am oppressed by more than just pain.  

When I was 6 I imagined Tori Johnson's mother would never make me eat peas.  In my little girl mind I decided her to be what I wanted her to be (shortly after the runaway incident, Tori's mother made me eat tomato soup, which is far worse than having to eat peas).   And if I'm honest, the thing that makes me the maddest in this suffering(s) is that God is not like my 6 yr old image of Tori Johnson's mother.  At some point I decided that He would never make me go through hard things, and every time I experience suffering I get ticked off at Him for not being the God I decided He would be.

I have to die to that way of thinking... "learn to think like him."  I have to.


Live in Peace,


Friday, March 15, 2013

3/15/74

 I wonder if the Spirit joyfully whispered in my almost 4 month old curly ear, 
"He's here!" 
on 3/15/74.
 Love, 
I believe He did. 

I am certain that at 
5:15 p.m. 
on March 15th, 1974 
this baby girl 
squealed with delight
as 
"it's a boy!" 
was announced in a hospital room 50 miles away. 

For
my most-treasured friend, 
the one I would most intimately share my 
life,
love,
home,
and Savior with,
was here. 
 So today
Michael Alexander Jones,
I celebrate you,
and the Author of life 
Who so generously 
 wrote you
for me.