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Showing posts with label trials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trials. Show all posts

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Be still....

I've written on this before, here. I just wanted to say thank you for the sweet comment from the Abrams Family. I know God is teaching us something through all of this. I had just taken my focus off of that for awhile and decided to focus on self pity, instead! Thanks so much for the gentle guidance back to the cross. My focus should be on what HE can do and what HE is doing through us. I shouldn't even worry or even try to justify worrying about our tomorrow.

So, today, I am much better. We still haven't left to go to my sister's. Charlie worked here yesterday!! Yay!! and I am packing to leave in an hour or so as he worked here for a few hours this morning.

We are heading out to visit the family. Hope you and yours have a wonderful fun weekend with your children, whether you do fall festivals/carnivals (our personal way of celebrating) or whether you go trick or treating.....have a safe and wonderful weekend!!

"I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. No wonder my heart is filled with joy, and my mouth shouts his praises! My body rests in hope." ~Acts 2:25-26 and Psalm 16:8-11



Love,
Julie

Sunday, September 28, 2008

The message is clear....in the midst of the storm

I found this today & thought it fit the storm right now. I hope it helps you. And I am praying for you. Julie

He is Waiting in the Midst of the Storm

by Max Lucado


Peter knows he is in trouble.
The winds roar down onto the Sea of Galilee like a hawk on a rat. Lightning zigzags across the black sky. The clouds vibrate with thunder. The rain taps, then pops, then slaps against the deck of the boat until everyone aboard is soaked and shaking. Ten-foot waves pick them up and slam them down again with bonejarring force.

These drenched men don’t look like a team of apostles who are only a decade away from changing the world. And you can be sure of one thing. The one with the widest eyes is the one with the biggest biceps—Peter. He’s seen these storms before. He’s seen the wreckage and bloated bodies float to shore. He knows what the fury of wind and wave can do. And he knows that times like this are not times to make a name for yourself; they’re times to get some help.

That is why, when he sees Jesus walking on the water toward the boat, he is the first to say, “Lord, if it’s you … tell me to come to you on the water.” (Matthew 14:28)

He is aware of two facts: He’s going down, and Jesus is staying up. And it doesn’t take him too long to decide where he would rather be.
Perhaps a better interpretation of his request would be, “Jeeeeeeeesus. If that is you, then get me out of here!”

“Come on” is the invitation.

And Peter doesn’t have to be told twice. It’s not every day that you walk on water through waves that are taller than you are. But when faced with the alternative of sure death or possible life, Peter knows which one he wants.
The first few steps go well. But a few strides out onto the water, and he forgets to look to the One who got him there in the first place, and down he plunges.

Peter’s response may lack class—it probably wouldn’t get him on the cover of Gentleman’s Quarterly or even Sports Illustrated—but it gets him out of some deep water:“Help me!”

And since Peter would rather swallow pride than water, a hand comes through the rain and pulls him up.

The message is clear.

As long as Jesus is one of many options, he is no option. As long as you can carry your burdens alone, you don’t need a burden bearer. As long as your situation brings you no grief, you will receive no comfort. And as long as you can take him or leave him, you might as well leave him, because he won’t be taken half-heartedly.

But when you mourn, when you get to the point of sorrow for your sins, when you admit that you have no other option but to cast all your cares on him, and when there is truly no other name that you can call, then cast all your cares on him, for he is waiting in the midst of the storm.

From The Applause of Heaven© (Thomas Nelson Publishers, 1999) Max Lucado

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Praise YOU in this storm

One of my very favorite songs and one that I have been listening to and really soaking in these past few weeks. Just felt like sharing today.

Praise You in This Storm
words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms

I was sure by now,God,
that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God
who gives and takes away.

Chorus:
And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone
how can I carry on if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls I barely hear
You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God
who gives
and takes away

Chorus

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth

Chorus
If we don't find Him in the small things, how will we ever find Him in the big ones? ~Elisabeth Elliot