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Category: October Devotional

Got Milk?

As newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word… 1Peter 2:2

Consider the unforeseen risks before booking a family flight that includes a four month old. It’s likely moments will come you can never prepare for, nor predict. For when mom and little “bambino” are thirty five thousand feet up and squeezed between two corpulent characters highly blessed with heavy breathing – well, it will not be like mom’s comfy living room with a blanket between a Fisher Price Baby Bouncer Seat and Kick n Play Piano. Believe me, been there, and it’s just not the same.

And things can get a little testy if mom is seated mid-cabin in a middle seat and little precious gets noisy and rambunctious. Cause it’s likely folks boarding the flight didn’t sign up for, “hey guys, not-a-prob, we-family, we-all-in-this-thing-together, we-totally-understand,” when little angel-face has a few things to say at decibels, and with inflections, and in tones the human ear is yet to appreciate.

And be further advised that a couple hundred sleep-deprived travelers in an airtight cabin with people they don’t know (or care to know), have little time for cooing at someone else’s baby, whether she’s fretful or not. You’ll notice that when passengers cross the aircraft’s entry door threshold, turn right at the cockpit, and double-check the seat number on the boarding pass – from there, it’s every man for himself. Once seated, folks want to be left alone. They’ll read something, do a crossword, or don the buds for some music. But mostly folks want to sleep. Undisturbed sleep.

Such are the potential hazards for flying high with a diaper-clad newbie. That little bundle of sweetness, with all her various eccentrics and oddities, can make or break a parent’s trip, or those traveling with her. If she gets feisty and fussy, the whole journey can turn into a nerve wracking, humbling, regrettable experience. And within minutes, a calm, personable “hi, y’all” mom can become a veritable persona non grata as onlookers slice her up with steamy, head-turning glares and muttered outrage!

Knowing then the capriciousness of newborns, is there an absolute, time-honored answer for appeasing a baby’s irritableness? Is there something out there (or up there!) that’ll ease baby’s disquietude when she’s struggling?

Yes! Yes there is! And it’s the same answer that satisfies the quirks and idiosyncrasies of all babies – and get this, including young believers,  yes, even those born of God! Life, whether in flesh or spirit, will not always provide pleasant surroundings, and the journeying of both never promise calm winds and smooth sailing; but the prescription for both, works miracles for both!

— It’s the milk, friends, it’s the milk! To the moms with ill-humored babies – it’s the milk! It’s. The. Milk!

— It’s the milk, friends, it’s the milk! To the pastors with occasional crotchety congregants – it’s the milk! It’s. The. Milk!

For context, I’ll allude momentarily to the above mentioned family flight: it was an amazing lesson learned in motherhood, as my daughter stilled any fidgetiness little KJ may have been experiencing by bringing her up close and personal with mother’s milk! Regardless the unfamiliar surroundings, unexpected turbulence, strange noises, or new faces – mom and the milk were the miracle cure for keeping her calm and content! Not a whimper, nor a whine that mom’s milk didn’t quickly quieten!

Likewise, the antidote for anxious and out-of-sorts children of the faith has a proven remedy in the highly potent “milk of the word”. Whatever ails the soul of those conceived and born of the Word find their solace and healing through an ingestion of the same. It’s in the wise design of the Creator that the sustenance and strength of the young are drawn from the origin and source of their birth.

There is no confusion, division, frustration, question, or situation that the Word doesn’t have an available solution. And there is no functioning principality or power that doesn’t readily flee from the superior agency of the Word when it’s applied by a child of God. And whether the soul of the elect is drowsy through religious business, drugged through infatuations of a material world, or derailed by envy, pride, offence, or unforgiveness – the temptations and enticements of a temporal world are but an early morning fog dismissed forthrightly by a rising sun – a Son more perfectly known as the Word of God!

  • Facing a seemingly uncrossable chasm requiring obedience?
  • Prodded to ditch some entrenched habit or attitude?
  • Challenged to renew the rigors essential for effective ministry?
  • Sick and tired of living too far from the available promises?
  • Noticing some dreaded anxiety, possibly some fear creeping in?
  • Wondering where the joy of everyday living has gone?
  • Despise critical or gossipy people, and find you’re becoming one?
  • Consumed by partisan cultural, religious, or political bickering?
  • Aghast that social media has become a shameful fetish?
  • Remembering nostalgically the days of unconventional service?

To those who’ve risen with Christ and have their affection set on heavenly things, the richness and power of scripture is their ever present weapon of choice. In whatever tempting turbulence or distraction they find themselves, they hear the Spirit’s “come up higher” appeal, and rest in the Word to rise in that glorious ascent. Reorientation, peace and strength remains the blessed outcome for those found centered and confiding in the Word of God.

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Miraculous Rain

I have received a few inquisitive texts and emails from members of our congregation and others who follow our ministry regarding our recent sermon series after this week’s Hurricane Michael. For those who are not aware, we have been ministering on the metaphor of rain in scripture as it relates to the Word of God. Many biblical authors show the correlation of the nation of Israel’s dependence on God to supply rain from Heaven with our reliance on Him to nurture and supply for us by “every word that proceeds from His mouth.” In other words, the same way their whole well-being was contingent on the faithfulness of God to supply rain for their crops and livestock our lives are also reliant on the sustenance that is supplied by God’s Word.

I believe the initiators of those texts and emails are receiving the teaching really well but all in good fun they requested, due to the the abundance of physical rain we have already received here in North Carolina, that maybe we should consider switching topics for a period. I promise we are almost done with topic of rain. Just one more quick thought. (Haha)

Have you ever watched it rain? It is a beautiful sight to see! I realize it’s messy and inconvenient. I understand that rain can delay scheduling and mess up plans. It destroys new hair-dos and gets your new outfit wet but isn’t it amazingly breathtaking?

Have you ever considered “how” it rains? I know we have been talking about “why” it rains but the “how” is a completely different subject. The “how” is so fascinating that Job names it as one of the great miracles that God performs.

“”If I were you, I would go to God and present my case to him. He does great things too marvelous to understand. He performs countless miracles. He gives rain for the earth and water for the fields.” (Job 5:8-10)

If you said to someone: “My God does great and unsearchable things; He does wonders without number,” and they responded, “Really? Like what?” would you say, “Rain”? Maybe after this short devotional you will.

Is rain a great unsearchable wonder performed by God? Imagine you are a farmer in the Middle East and you are not located near a water source. The fact that God would bring water from hundreds of miles away and drop it directly over your crops to ensure your family is fed and your needs are met sounds like miraculous provision to me.

But how does He do it? Obviously, we do not have the time to detail the entire process exhaustively and neither do I have the intelligence to fully describe it but I believe the Cliff Notes version will be sufficient for us to understand how wondrous it is.

First, He must cause the water in the nearby ocean and lakes to become light enough to be transported. This process is called evaporation. Heat causes water to be changed into a gas called water vapor.

The water vapor rises in the atmosphere and there it cools down and forms tiny water droplets through something called condensation. These then turn into clouds. One cloud can carry over a billion gallons of water.

All of these tiny droplets begin to combine together through a process called coalescence where they collide with each other until they become too large to remain in the cloud. At this point, the droplets begin falling to earth. However, it would be destructive for the cloud to simply drop a billion gallons of water at once. The droplets are the exact size needed to make it through the atmosphere without evaporating but still being small enough that when they fall they do not destroy the crops. They also fall at the exact speed of 1-18 mph to ensure no damage is done.

Maybe Job was onto something. And maybe I have been missing the wonder of God’s handiwork all this time. Maybe rain isn’t just an inconvenience. Maybe it’s a miracle. And yet another reason that I have to be amazed by the God I serve and thankful for His provision.

Beauty to Behold

“Let joy be your continual feast. Make your life a prayer. And in the midst of everything be always giving thanks, for this is God’s perfect plan for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

I was seventeen years old when I started college. I was still mourning the sudden loss of my father, emotionally bankrupt, and desperate for acceptance. I was engulfed in guilt, shame, and insecurity. I found myself in, what should have been, an exciting new season of freedom and responsibility. Instead, I felt overwhelmed, alone and terribly ill-equipped.

Just this week my mother discovered a stack of notes she thoughtfully hand-wrote, attached to care packages, and delivered to my dorm throughout my freshman year. As I read each one I could not keep the tears from welling up in my eyes and escaping down my face. Because the truth is this- I don’t remember receiving these. I was so consumed by what I lost and how I felt that I couldn’t see what I had. I stopped looking for beauty in my life. I ceased counting my blessings. I didn’t notice His goodness.

I wonder how often we fail to perceive the show-stopping beauty of the season we are in. Psalm 23:6 says, “God’s beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.” I did not discern it then but in retrospect it’s crystal clear- His beauty was there all along, relentlessly chasing me down. It was in my warrior of a mother, grieving the recent death of her husband, still gracefully releasing her baby to grow. It was in her faith-filled prayers, Holy Spirit drenched words, and daily “I love you” messages. It was in the miraculous way the Lord mended our fractured relationship during the most painful time of our lives. It was in His gracious exchange of beauty for all of our ashes.

The seasons of life change quickly but make no mistake- the goodness, consistency, and love of our Heavenly Father never will. “Jesus, the Anointed One, is always the same- yesterday, today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8) As His beloved children we are invited to give thanks in every season. Not because every season is perfect but because He is good and worthy in every single one. Whatever season we find ourselves in, today, is blessed and beautiful because He is in it. He is the One masterfully weaving the fabric of our lives together to create something truly spectacular. It’s more than optimism. It’s certainly not wishful thinking. When we believe and receive who He is and what He says we will inevitably find ourselves giving thanks, which is God’s perfect plan for us.

This week, let’s EXPECT to see Him show up. Look, confidently, for His mercy, favor, and grace. May we count our abundant blessings, and remember His everlasting goodness. I’m willing to bet that when we seek to see Him we will not be left disappointed. There is, indeed, beauty to behold! “This is the very day of the Lord that brings gladness and joy, filling our hearts with glee!” (Psalm 118:24)

A Special Bond

Phil 2:20  For I have no man likeminded, who will naturally care for your state. V21 For all seek their own, not the things which are Jesus Christ’s. V22 But you know the proof of him, that, as son with the father, he has served with me in the gospel.

The psychology of post-Christian cultures notoriously minimizes character and virtue. Employing inside politics, whitewashed platitudes, inflated bios, participation trophies, and everybody’s-a-winner celebrations, the intent is to equalize the rewards of human effort. Societies may blend or share the rewards of the well-deserved with the indolently undeserved, but Scripture reveals a distinct line between heart-driven service and efforts framed for image.

That flaccid and contemptible label, “politically correct”, is never attached to Paul, the New Testament’s most prolific writer. His ministry style is too demanding and rare, his candid writing too precise and real, his evaluation of ministers too rugged and raw to be ambivalent.

As Paul meticulously unravels essential church doctrine, so he evaluates those given to ministry and service. Intrepid and forthright, those traveling and supporting the Apostle’s work could receive pleasing endearments or fatherly reproofs.

To walk and work alongside this foundational Apostle, was to have the luxury of relating to a man of unworldly character – one able to discern integrity and able also to publicly exalt or censure it.

His observations of protégés and fellow ministers reflect unwavering absolutes, his conclusions and judgments undeniable and undebatable. There’s no wiggle room in his vocabulary, no possibility for misunderstanding or missing the point in his assessments. Clear, unmistakable and unadorned with fluff, Paul communicated truth and intent masterfully and faithfully.

The above scripture text is case in point…

How boldly then does Paul call out those who stand only in spaces of comfort and convenience!

How sharply does he expose those who become loveless and careless with the Bride of Christ!

How fearlessly does he contrast selfless, sacrificing ministers and the self-centered!

But then there’s also Timothy, a young man faithfully committed to Paul and the Gospel. A fellow minister of whom Paul was not ashamed; a needed companion, a trusted comrade, a willing servant.

Paul’s effusive record of Timothy’s part in advancing his apostolic assignment is both epic and heartwarming. It is incontrovertible that pieces of the early church design came through the father/son relationship of Paul and Timothy.

And it is also certain that relationships of such did not cease, nor did they become unnecessary, at the passing of the early church fathers.

I am both witness and participant of such a relationship…

To God, I’m grateful.

To you son, Pastor Jason, I’m honored.

Happy Pastor Appreciation, Pastor Jason!

Impact Church salutes you gladly today, and honors your obedience to the gifts and divine call of sharing the greatest love story ever told!

Unknown, Yet Well-Known

Yet I supposed it necessary to send to you Epaphroditus, my brother, and companion in labor, and fellow soldier, but your messenger, and he that ministered to my wants. Philippians 2:25

Honor adorns ministries where virtue and faithfulness are rooted. Yet, ministries outside the limelight of platform, prestige or title are easily overlooked. Inconspicuous and undervalued, these “behind the scenes” supporting gifts are indispensable and utterly praiseworthy. Their labors may flourish without the camera’s flash, and their fruit may be credited to names more prominent; but those who know, know it is of this sort that grace ministries are advanced.

Of all the names aligned with the ministry of Paul, Epaphroditus holds an especial fondness. And though mentioned only twice in scripture, his dedication to Apostle Paul drew the highest of praise and commendation.

Coming to Paul as a two way emissary from the Philippian church, Epaphroditus was sent to provide support and strength to the Apostle while imprisoned in Rome. Mind you, this is not a Titus or Timothy or Silas. Not a renowned evangelist or revered teacher.

Merely Epaphroditus. And defined as, “dedicated to love and beauty”.

A servant. A helper. A lifter. A brother, a minister, a soldier.

Not a competitor or a burden, not a critic or corrector of the called.

Simply a selfless supporter of God’s most prolific preacher.

Forget the greater than two months and eight hundred plus miles of archaic travel to reach Rome, and the dangers inherent as a Christian in hostile lands. And don’t make it a big deal that his age was likely advanced and quid pro quo compensation never crossed his mind.

Simply remember that he was a servant, a man committed to the propagation of the Gospel by enhancing another man’s gift.

And remember that his service to Paul was not without a heavy toll. For his loyal efforts to further the Apostle’s ministry nearly cost him his life. But we must also remember abundant grace; as God was merciful, Epaphroditus was stronger, and Paul was wiser.

So it is of such service gifts that Paul’s ministry is heavily emblazoned on the pages of sacred script, and deeply etched in the hearts of those reading them.

This week, Impact Church, using Epaphroditus as a model for unsung ministry, honors the unseen, yet immeasurable support of those that hold the hands of those with more visible platforms. Your heart is perfect, your motives are pure, your energies are provocative, your life testifies of a divine grace.

And you are valued. Your selflessness is noticed; priceless and precious. Your work is indispensable and incalculable.

Grateful above all. Appreciated. Honored. Loved.

How can we even begin, the work too varied, the fields too spacious:

  • To teachers instructing the young, educating them year after year of the love and faithfulness of God…
  • To hospitality teams and kitchen workers preparing and ministering food consistently to countless faces, young and old alike…
  • To faceless sound technicians, microphone experts, amplifier repairers, speaker adjusters, and wiring experts…
  • To transportation ministers, starting vans on cold mornings and sweltering afternoons, so whosoever will can hear this incredible message of Jesus…
  • To worship teams prevailing in practice and prayer, so the music and lyrics of His Majesty and boundless love may penetrate obstinate hearts or confirm a weary one…
  • To greeters and door keepers, opening doors, parking cars and holding umbrellas, just to be sure they’re warm, safe and welcomed…
  • To web designers, newsletter preparers, social media providers, and communication professionals perfecting their craft so the message is easily comprehended and gracefully disseminated…
  • To pastoral assistants, armor bearers, drivers and schedule makers…
  • To faithful, deeply committed financial givers opening their wallets because they’re openly sensitive to God’s heart…
  • To budget and financial caretakers of the resources richly given, attending to both present conditions and forward initiatives…
  • To house cleaners, yard caretakers, facility maintainers, playground protectors, electricians, painters and builders…
  • To prayer warriors, missionaries near and far, hospital evangelists, school minded ministers, and homeless shelter providers…

And to every encourager, intercessor, need supplier, smile giver and hug provider – and in innumerable other ways ministry is produced from those who love God and His people – here’s a simple thank you for your Epaphroditus heart.

God sees you and His records are detailed and impeccable.

We see you. We applaud you. We thank God for you. Of your type will heaven be glad …and filled.

May grace be multiplied, your blessings increased, and your peace as flowing, tranquil and refreshing as a mountain stream.

Acknowledging today beyond the power of our words, those who live fully committed to the service and exaltation of our glorious King! THANK YOU!

Pastor Appreciation

Everyone was created to honor and everyone does so naturally. It is an involuntary response to impression and admiration. We subconsciously evaluate everything and simultaneously bestow a measure of worth or merit to that object. This occurs innately based upon a deeply embedded value system. In others words, an individual will inherently give honor to that which they value.

However a problem occurs when the measure of evaluation is skewed because of a flawed or erroneous value system. We begin to honor things that have little value and place little honor on that which has great value. Welcome to 2017, where the tawdry is considered worthy of honor and the nonpareil is neglected. Therefore, to give honor accurately requires a just and true value system.

Those who followed Jesus began to argue on several occasions about which one of them deserved the most honor. “Who is the greatest,” they asked. Is it Peter, or John, or possibly James? They insisted that Christ answer them and validate their desire to know. Instead of answering their questions outright, Jesus used this divine moment as an opportunity to unveil His otherworldly value and priority system.

The world defines greatness in terms of power, possessions, prestige, and position. In our status-driven culture, we determine a person’s greatness by their ability to demand service from others. Thousands of books have been written about leadership and influence. Everyone wants to lead, be prominent, and have authority. Honor given to these inferior aspects of life unveils our sin-skewed values.

Jesus responded to His disciples with this ethereal reply, “whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant.” (Mark 10:43) Greatness, therefore, is not influence, wealth or ascendancy. Greatness is service! With this new paradigm in place, we can now accurately apportion just honor.

After 40+ years of ministry and 20+ years of pastoral leadership, it is evident that Pastor Michael Davis has personified the characteristics of Christlike greatness. In a church culture where most leaders find their validation and satisfaction in their ability to demand and require of God’s people, he has remained vigilant to his responsibility to simply serve. If you spend anytime around Pastor Mike you will quickly learn there is no shred of pretense or the slightest air of ostentation. He has nothing to prove and no one to impress; he does not require our validation nor seek for our approval. He just is. He is pure hearted and authentic; he is generous and forgiving; he is selfless and sacrificial; he is unique and creative; he is fair and pious; he is committed and patient; he is honest and sincere; he is forthright and dependable; he is passionate and insightful; he is brilliant and eloquent. He is simply the greatest man, according to Christ’s definition, I have ever met.

He is a husband, a father, a preacher, a leader, an author, and a theologian but what makes him “great” at all of these responsibilities is because he is first a servant. On this Pastor Appreciation Month, we cheerfully honor the Senior Pastor of Impact Church and the overseer of all Impact Ministries, Pastor Michael Davis, for his Christlike and God-honoring service to the Body and Bride of Christ.

We celebrate your greatness.

Love,

Your Son

The One

“Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.” Psalm 23:6

Researchers suggest that bedtime routines are essential for establishing and maintaining good sleep habits for children. For that reason we’ve kept a consistent bedtime routine since our little ones were a few months old. Our nightly rhythm includes bubble baths, books, and praying together as a family. Just last night I was sitting in the floor, post baths, with one toddler in my lap and the other curled up at my side. We were reading books when one struck me in a fresh and profound way. The book is entitled, “I Promise I’ll Find You” and is written from the perspective of a parent to their child. The parent vows to find the child, if ever it is missing, no matter what. The end of the book reads, “And if I had no other way, I’d walk or crawl or run. I’d search to the very ends of the earth, for you my precious one.” Sweet friends, that’s precisely how our Heavenly Father feels about us.

Throughout all of Scripture the Lord reveals Himself as a diligent seeker of the heart of man. One parable in particular gives us a clear depiction of His heart as He compares Himself to a shepherd who, despite all logic, leaves ninety-nine sheep to seek and save the one lost. Luke 15:4-7 says, “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

Here’s our beautiful truth – Read the rest of this entry »

No Matter What

It’s 6 am and darkness still covers the ground. I sleepily shuffle to my Keurig and impatiently wait 30 seconds while the water heats up so that I can push that glorious blue flashing button. After my liquid joy, known simply as coffee to some, is made I make my way to the bar stool to sit. I open up my leather bound bible and begin blissfully reading Psalm 81:1, “Sing for joy to God our strength; shout aloud to….” Suddenly the sound of real life shouting from my tiny tribe pierces through the silence and alas my quiet has abruptly come to an end, again.

This is my everyday reality. Waking up early before my children do and spending time alone in God’s word truly is my jam; however, more often than not it just doesn’t happen. I live in a season of noise.

What about you? Perhaps you are in a season where your daily grind is noisy. The kids are crying. The bill collectors are calling. The boss is talking. The dog is barking. You’re being pushed and pulled in 1000 different directions and you long for the tranquility and peace that accompanies the quiet.

If you’re like me you also long for quiet “inside.” Regardless of our external reality we all know what it’s like for it to be noisy internally.

One recent example of the external directly affecting the internal involves my daughter who behaved in an unacceptable manner. As I sat her in time-out her tear-filled eyes searched mine and I knew what she was looking for. The question in her eyes was clear. I have asked my Father the same one; “Do you still love me?”

It’s amazing how much noise arises due to questions concerning love. She’s only two so she doesn’t yet know that from the moment I discovered her existence I’ve loved her fiercely. She doesn’t have to work for it and she could never do anything wrong enough to make me stop. My love will never be dependent on her actions because it was there before I ever held her in my arms. Likewise, my friend, Read the rest of this entry »

Trust is Power

“Master, carest thou not that we perish?” Mark 4:38

Is not this desperate appeal for help a common reaction when our lives or livelihood is in jeopardy? And do we not exercise our ever present right to blame something or someone when others could, or should, intervene and save us from peril and pain? Of course, it’s common to patronize such responses. For we’re conditioned to redirect our fears and uncertainties to outside power sources, in hopes our distresses are alleviated and our fears assuaged.

And do we not often bemoan the fact that few acknowledge or sympathize with our dilemmas, uncertainties, injustices or negative experiences? Does anyone really care anymore? Are we now expected to fend for ourselves? Are we to configure and plan the joy and fulfillment of our lives through social connectedness, perfect timing, or favorable winds? Or far worse, are we winging life by trusting good luck charms, vibes or karma?
Be sure, the parallel of the disciples’ fearful experiences on the Galilean Sea are not so far from our own. For though we may never embark with Jesus on a boat to cross the sea, those who’ve believed in Him have in a figure enlisted with Him on the journey of journeys… Life!

So it’s not strange then to hear fellow believers bewail the downward spiral of our world; of our culture, the breakdown and perversion of morality, the division of religions and races, or the rancorous state of our elected officials. “Where’s God in all this?” we mutter on Monday as our chaotic world tilts and its trusted systems implode. Yet on Sunday and on cue, we sang gustily, “What a mighty God we serve”! Seems we’re not so different from those drenched disciples who woke up Jesus to save them from the perils of the sea!

Our human sympathies extend to these disciples as they, through fear, approach Jesus with, “Master, carest thou not that we perish?”. Yet it elicited a loving reproof from the One who invited them to the journey! He abruptly calmed the storm with a “Peace be still”, but He also quickly challenged their faith. “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?”

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Anchored In Christ

My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking, and tears were cascading down my face. I sat paralyzed, staring at my laptop for far longer than I’d care to admit. With each flash of the cursor at the top of the empty word document, my heart was being assaulted. Lies were being hurled my direction at the speed of Chapman’s fastball during the 2010 minor league season. I felt the impact as each pitch hit its intended mark and chipped away at my confidence.

“You are not a real writer. You are not equipped. You have nothing to offer. No one will connect with your writing voice. God can’t use someone like you. Your past is too tainted. Your present is too messy. You are not enough. You should give up.”

“CRACK!” Each pitch struck my vulnerability with such force that my confidence was crippled by the fear that perhaps truth was found in these accusations.

My husband once told me that when an engine is built it is created to support a vehicle of specified weight. If the assembled vehicle surpasses the target weight for which the engine was constructed, the engine will fail. The Holy Spirit gently reminded me that there are some things that are too heavy for me to support. My calling is most certainly one of those things.

I believe that we are each assigned a calling that we will never see come to fruition without the active work of the Holy Spirit. We cannot hone our craft, pad our bank account, or work harder and longer and that be enough. This, sweet friends, is a relief. Our callings are not dependent on our work so much as they are our trust. Read the rest of this entry »