My Big “G” God

by Debbie Allen

There is a flame that burns within the hearts of all God’s children which needs to be continually fanned; or it will die out and even the world around us will suffer its loss. This flame is a measure of our love for God Himself. It is meant to be tended, nurtured and at times, even fanned by the very Hand of God.  The flame is an indicator of our level of devotion to His Word, His Truths, and His Presence down inside of us. It reflects the depth of our passion toward His Purposes. The fan that keeps this flame burning brightly is, in part, all the intentional efforts we make towards fueling that flame… or not.  Reading our Bibles daily…or not.   Storing up His Truths in our hearts…or not. Choosing to walk in humble obedience to the tune of God’s Voice…or not. All of these choices fan the flame brighter which in turn, sheds greater light on our life-paths; providing us with the perspective and passion needed to see and share God and the Truth of Who He really is. The flame is a testimony of the reality of God; both in our lives and in the world around us. In the words of Pastor Tony Evans, “God longs to be more than just Theology on a shelf.  He wants to be real to you right now.”   (CSB Tony Evans Study Bible, pg. 1465, copyright 2017 by Holman Bible Publishers).   You see, God is only as real to you as you choose to let Him be.  But if your flame is burning too dimly, you just may miss His Presence standing right in front of you. 

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“God longs to be more than just Theology on a shelf. He wants to be real to you right now.” —Tony Evans—

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A few years ago, working at a local Middle School, I experienced my own dimly lit flame in a very unique way.  The day started off a little rough.  My morning prayer-time was cut short due to my alarm not going off; so, I rushed to get to work on time.  I headed straight for the Girl’s Locker Room where I began each of my work days, supervising teen girls.  As I stood in my usual spot, waiting for the final bell to ring; my ears were busy trying to sift through fifteen teenage girls’ conversations; all going on at the same time.  Most of them I labeled girl drama.  However, one conversation in particular captured my attention. One of the girls asked another to “…Just name off what you like the very most about your life!”   Without even the slightest hesitation, the other girl answered, Oh, I like Jesus and Dr. Pepper!”  If I had any doubts about what I’d heard her say, the girl who posed the question, repeated it again out loud. I think even she was surprised by her friend’s response.  It was comical; and I couldn’t keep from smiling at the very thought of hearing Jesus in the same sentence as Dr. Pepper.

 Until that moment, I’d never even considered the beautiful reality that Jesus was standing in front of me every morning I entered that locker room; in the form of that young girl!  That moment for me was not just Jesus revealing His Presence to me in a most spontaneous and unexpected way. It was the very Hand of my Heavenly Father throwing a much-needed log on the dimly-lit flame inside of me; fanning my flame to bring new warmth to my dull heart; and lighting my path… even in the dark and forgotten corners of a Middle School Locker Room.

I experienced the warmth of that moment throughout that day.  Walking back to the school Office, where I spent my time between trips to the Locker Room; I found myself asking God what I could do to bring that kind of warmth to His Own Heart?  Little did I know it, but God was about to give me an opportunity to do just that.

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“God, is the God Who cares about every detail of your life; including how brightly the flame down inside of you is burning.”

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Later that day, I was tackling an endless stack of typing that I did regularly for one of the Teachers. Though the work seemed too repetitive for me to find it interesting; I discovered a typo on her original copy that made me glad I was the one doing the typing for this v-e-r-y New-Age thinking Literacy teacher.  The sentence on the test I was typing read like this: “Some people believe that there is only one true god, but the Greeks and Romans believed in many gods.” 

Without a moment of hesitation, I smiled to myself as I came to the part of the sentence that said, “…there is only one true god.”  Now I knew why I’d been chosen to do this monotonous typing!  God put me in charge of correcting the biggest typo ever in that sentence.  His Name was spelled wrong!  So…I promptly corrected it typing,

“Some people believe that there is only One True God, but the Greeks and
Romans believed in many gods.”                                          

Though I could’ve breezed over that typo and never looked back…I knew in my heart that God is a God who cares about every detail concerning my life and how bright the flame within me burns. My desire was to change how every student who read those words on that test for years to come, would see God.  With a few strokes on a keyboard, I took what the world perceived as a small “g” god, and revealed Him for Who He really is.  The One True Big “G” GOD! This was my opportunity to bring a measure of warmth to the Heart of God; as He had to my heart, earlier. Making this simple change reminded me of exactly why I climbed out of bed today…and every day.  It was and always is… for His Name’s Sake!

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PRAYER: Dearest Heavenly Father, forgive us, Your children, for the flame which burns so dimly inside of us at times. The flame which too often fails to stir the senses of the world around us to Your v-e-r-y Real Presence in our lives. You have chosen us out of this world to burn brightly for Your Glory. For Your Name’s Sake, fan the flames within us. Make us into vessels of honor, instruments “…for noble purposes, made holy and useful to our Master and prepared to do any good work.” (2 Timothy 2:21) Fill us with renewed perspective and faith enough to side step the spiritual blindness in this world that keeps people from seeing You for Who You really are. Our Big “G” God. The only One True God. “You, LORD, keep our flames burning; You turn our darkness into light.” (Ps. 18:28) Continue to do so for Your Name’s Sake. In Jesus name…Amen

 

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Lifting Up My Hands

by Debbie Allen

As a little girl, I was fascinated by a sculpture of a pair of praying hands, sitting on a knick-knack shelf above the couch I slept on each time I spent the night at my Grandma’s house. Something about the sight of  those hands brought comfort to me. Whether my sleepy eyes were tracing their outline in the blue of a moonlight hour, or recapturing their every detail in the brilliance of morning sunlight;  these folded hands seemed to speak a silent story to my little-girl heart.   Though, as a small child I was only allowed to touch them with a feather-duster now and then; I now hold them in my own hands each time I sit down to write.  These Praying Hands continue to touch my adult heart to this day.  They sit on my writing desk now, and with every glance over at them; I am comforted by that same silent story I sensed being whispered into my heart as a child. Only now, those whispers speak louder to me. I believe those whispers to be the unending echoes of an unfathomable love story; a story meant for every heart to remember… forever. Let me show you what I mean.   

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“The Praying Hands”—from it emanates the unending echoes of an unfathomable, Love Story; a Story meant for every heart to remember…forever.”

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Nearly six centuries ago,  in a little town near Nuremberg, Germany;  two brothers, Albrecht and Albert Durer, lay in a  bed, crowded with other siblings; dreaming of their futures. Coming from a family of eighteen, their chances of getting a college education were slim to nothing. Their father already worked eighteen hours a day just to put enough scraps of bread on the table to feed them all.  Nevertheless, having an overwhelming desire to attend the prestigious, Academy School, in Nuremberg, to further develop their artistic talents; Albrecht and Albert devised a plan to solve their own dilemma.  They made a pact.  They would toss a coin.  The loser of the coin toss would go down and work in the nearby mines; and with his wages, support the other brother while he attended the Academy.  Then, after four years at the Academy were completed, the brother who won the coin toss would support the other brother in like manner. After Church one Sunday, those two brothers did toss a coin.  Albrecht won the coin toss and headed off to Nuremberg; and Albert headed down into the treacherous coal mines in support of his brother; as promised. 

Over the next four years, Albrecht was almost an instant success in his artistic endeavors. His etchings, oil works and paintings far exceeded most of his professor’s. The day he graduated from the Academy, he went back home to attend a dinner in his honor.  After the meal, he stood at the head of the table and raised his glass, proposing a toast in honor of his brother, Albert; for the years of sacrifice in the mines that had allowed Albrecht to fulfill his dreams. 

“ And now,” Albrecht exclaimed joyfully, “ It is your turn, Albert.  You can go to Nuremberg Academy and  I will take care of you!” *

But, much to the family’s surprise, Albert rose with tears in his eyes, shaking his head.

Raising his battered hands up close to his face, he spoke.

 “No, brother, I cannot go to Nuremberg.  It’s too late for me.  Look what four years of working in the mines have done to my hands.  Every finger smashed at least once and arthritis so bad I can’t even lift my glass to join in this toast; much less make delicate brush strokes on canvas or parchment.” *

As time passed, in honor of his brother and all he sacrificed for him; Albrecht drew Albert’s battered hands in great detail; palms together and gnarled fingers stretched heavenward.  He named his beautiful drawing simply, “Hands.”  But as time went on and the world fell in love with this great work of art, they renamed Albrecht’s masterpiece, “The Praying Hands.” Now, over 450 years later, Albrecht Durer’s most widely-known work of art remains his tribute of love to his brother, Albert… “The Praying Hands.”

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“Albrecht Durer’s sculpture of the Praying Hands is his reminder to the world that, “…no one—no one—ever makes it alone.” *

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It has been said that Albrecht Durer’s sculpture of the Praying Hands is his reminder to the world that, “…no one—no one—ever makes it alone.” *  But because of my fascination with this sculpture since childhood: I believe there is something much deeper involved here.  Every glance over at those ‘Praying Hands’ continues to unravel for me; the silent whispers still emanating from it. They are echos of the one-of-a-kind love and sacrifice made on another’s behalf. They speak to my heart of the hands that so willingly gave up his own life so that another might find a new life.  Hands willing to go the distance without ever counting the cost.  Hands broken and battered for the sake of a brother, though it cost him his own life.  But wait a minute.  We’re not just talking about Albert Durer’s story anymore…we’re talking about a reflection of the Life of Jesus.  The Hands that Loved and Sacrificed His own Life…so that another (you and I), could have a new life.  The Hands that Gave Their All, so that humanity might have it all.  And like Albrecht Durer’s sculpture of The Praying Hands, Jesus’ Hands are ever-reaching out into the world with a message etched deeply in the scars on the Palms of His Hands:

“My child…take hold of My Hand, for ‘no one—no one—ever makes it alone.“‘

(* The Story behind “The Praying Hands” AfterHoursInspirationalStories)

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PRAYER: Dearest Heavenly Father, “The Praying Hands” sculpture is such a beautiful earthly reflection of what has been done for us by Your own Heavenly Hands.   I still seek the solace of those Praying Hands on my desk.   When I was a child spending the night on my Grandma’s couch; even then, I believe You were drawing my eye to those Praying Hands…teaching my spirit where to look to find comfort; whether in darkness or in the daylight. Though I am not a child anymore…I am still a child of Yours.  I still remember what You’ve taught me.  For this reason, I’m looking for the outline of Your Hands, even in this darkness that seems to be descending on us as a people and a Nation. An army of evil seems to be marching against us!  In the words of King Jehoshaphat of old…I cry out “For we are powerless before this vast number that comes to fight against us. We do not know what to do, but we look to You.” (2Chron.20:12 CSB). Give us the vision we need to see Your Hand, even as the darkness thickens.  Grant us wisdom and discernment to act and react in a manner worthy of the life you sacrificed on our behalf.  Your Truths ever before us…keep our minds alert and help our hearts to remain steadfast in our pursuit of righteousness in this dark time.  Protect us Father, for even with our hands in Yours, the wars all around us may rage on…but they will not defeat us! May we persist in praying until we prevail in prayer (Ephesians 6:18 CSB).  Enable us to keep a firm grip on your Heavenly Hands, remembering that “no one—NO ONE—ever makes it alone.”    IN JESUS NAME, AMEN

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by Debbie Allen

Once upon a time…is usually the perfect beginning for a fable or a fairytale written for children.  However, once upon a time…currently speaks of a one-of-a-kind tale in our present history we’d rather not have to tell to anybody’s children. The COVID19 virus.   Its details have invaded our thoughts and our headlines, filled our hospital beds and big-screen TV’s, and impacted nations, cities, and lives around the globe for many months. Our hillsides aren’t enchanted anymore…they’re infected. In an effort to avoid an invisible enemy, the Kings and Queens in this story sit on disinfected thrones inside quarantined castles. Its Princes and Princesses are restricted from dancing inside each other’s arms at the Royal Ball, which has been cancelled, in the name of social distancing.  The Royal Couple now stands no closer than six feet apart, having exchanged true love’s kiss for a mask.   This story’s final message is anything but a fairytale. And if the truth be known, it’s not going to end with the heartfelt words, “And they lived happily ever after!” At least not while we’re living on earth.

If ever there was a time in history when we longed for fairytale living…it is now. This surreal story we are living in is pummeled with daily unknowns, mounting impossibilities, and endless, unshakeable foundations, in our past that have been shaken to literal pieces.  With financial and health institutions floundering and businesses large and small, struggling to eke out new ways of finding their way back to Prosperity Road; life is anything but predictable. Stability appears to be a thing of the past.  This is not just true of our own nation but, all around the world. Each of our lives has been deeply affected…and countless lives have been infected by this dreaded invisible enemy, COVID19. I find it interesting that this disease settles in the lungs; stealing away our very breath from us…the breath that was meant from the very beginning to bring praise and glory to our Creator in life. Maybe this virus comes to us with its own message?

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“Maybe…just maybe this COVID19 Virus comes to us with its own message?”

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It’s extremely humbling to wake up one day and find ourselves face to face with the truth of our own human frailty.  Or at least, it should be.  Though President Trump and many world leaders have proclaimed formal ‘days of prayer’ to seek God’s help and wisdom during this critical time in world history; there are still a brazen few, in the leadership world, who refuse to acknowledge their need for either; even in the heart of this crisis.  As he watched the Corona Virus curve begin to flatten in his own state; the Governor of New York, Andrew Cuomo, is quoted during a press conference to have proclaimed:

“The number is down because we brought the number down.  God did not do that. Faith did not do that.  Destiny did not do that.  A lot of pain and suffering did that…That’s how it works.  It’s math….”  (https://www.lifesitenews.com/blogs/new-york-gov-cuomo-we-flattened-coronavirus-curve-god-did-not-do-that)

Governor Cuomo’s words sent chills down my spine.  Denying God’s active Presence in the pandemic ?  Just a few hundred feet away from where he spoke, could Cuomo not see Jesus was working fervently through the hands of first-responders, loving and caring for those quarantined lives hidden away in a field hospital, now standing in Central Park? Did he not notice Jesus helping prisoners find the strength needed to throw one more shovelful of dirt down onto wooden coffins filled with the unknown, dead; being buried in a mass grave site on Hart Island? Was it Cuomo’s heart breaking for all the tears that flowed down onto the hundreds of masked faces who lost loved ones to this virus? No, again.  It was Jesus’ Heart. The Heart from which flows only Good.  Cuomo saw his own pain and suffering, and simple math, as the reason for the Corona Virus curve flattening.  I saw Jesus, His Pain and Suffering, and the high cost of loving others greater than yourself.  I saw the Presence of God in the midst of all this chaos. And what about answered prayer?  Without a doubt in my mind, I believe God did this!  Faith did this! God’s Greater Purposes allowed this!

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“Though the Corona Virus Pandemic makes its mark in history as the first of its kind; Governor Cuomo’s words and actions are simply another case of history repeating itself. Same sin, different day.”

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Though the Corona Virus Pandemic makes its mark in history as the first of its kind; Governor Cuomo’s words and actions are simply another case of history repeating itself. Same sin, different day. You see God warns us to ‘trust in Him’ and ‘not to lean on our own understanding’ (Proverbs 15:6a) because ‘there is a way that seems right to man, but its end is the way to death.’ (Proverbs 14:12).  In the Garden of Eden, Eve ‘leaned on her own understanding’ the day she took a bite out of the apple that God told Adam not to eat; and humanity and all of creation is still suffering for it.   Andrew Cuomo, just as good as took a bite out of The Big Apple, the day he uttered words that reduced the Glory God deserved down to human efforts and simple math; then denied God’s Sovereign Hand in flattening the Corona Virus curve.

Whether we are living in the ancient story of Eve’s little apple, or the modern-day tale of Andrew’s Big Apple; the message is still the same.  We humans are constantly stepping across the boundaries that God draws for us in life, for our own protection. For our own good.  Whether it be in word or deed, if we continue to lean upon our own understanding and self-sufficiency, ousting God from His rightful place in our hearts and in this world…the consequences are going to be disastrous for all of us.  Perhaps they already are!

As I’m sure your hearts have perceived by now, the Corona Virus story has forced all of us to become the characters living inside a story we never asked to become a part of. There is no handsome Prince knocking on your door, holding a glass slipper in his hands; hoping it fits your foot so he may whisk you away to the royal life you’ve always dreamed of. However, the Prince Who is knocking on your door, is the Prince of Peace. Jesus. He holds in His Hands the story of your life.  Not a fable, not a fairytale.  But, a Journey with Him to the Land of Right-Living, and a life you never could’ve dreamed for yourself. Reach out and take this Prince’s Hand. After all… He gave His life for you so your story would have this perfect ending:

” …and they live Happily in the Ever-After!”

 During this unsure time in our world, continue to persevere.  The Prince of Peace stands before you, behind you, beside you and within you as a constant reminder to your heart during these tumultuous times; to set your mind on Him.  He will keep you completely whole and steady on your feet; as you continue fighting through the ever-changing circumstances…unwavering in your faith.’ (Isaiah 26:3).   Above all, continue to ‘trust in Him with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; but, in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.’ (Proverbs 3:5-6). 

Like the modern-day tale of ‘Andrew and “The Big Apple”, there will always be those people in this world who live for their own name and renown. But I assure you, their stories will not end well. The prophet, Isaiah put it this way:

“The path of right-living people is level.  The Leveler [God] evens the road for the right-living.  If the wicked are shown Grace, they don’t seem to get it.  In the land of right-living, they persist in wrong living, blind to the Splendor and [Presence] of God.” (Isaiah 26:7, 10)

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HEART TRAPPINGS:

PRAYER: Dearest Father in Heaven,,,It seems our whole world is in turmoil these days. The economy, the church, our community; What once seemed unshakeable has proven shaky and unstable, in ways we never expected. Desperation and uncertainty span the globe, Lord. I cry out to You in the words of King David, as he prayed for his own people during a dark period in their history. “Lord…You have shaken the land and torn it open; mend it’s fractures, for it is quaking.” (Psalm 60:2). Open our eyes to see both Your Glory and Your Presence among us. Continue to fill our lungs with your breath; and may we not fail to utter Your praises daily, especially in the midst of difficult times. For only in You, Lord, will we find both rest and refuge for our souls. With You as our Stronghold…we will not be shaken! In Jesus Name, Amen

by Debbie Allen

“It was the best of days; it was the worst of days.” One summer day, back in the early 1900’s…no one could tell the two little girls left sitting at the kitchen table on their family’s Missourian farm, any different! Breakfast was over but, Hazel, 9, and Nina, 6, lingered behind the rest of their siblings; who’d marched off routinely to knock out their chore lists so they could play. Giggling non-stop, the girls recounted chasing the chickens around the coup that morning before gathering-up enough eggs in a basket to feed the twelve of them.

“Mama wasn’t pleased,” confessed Hazel, looking down in an effort to hide her uncontainable half-grin.

Little Nina lowered her gaze too, adding, ” Daddy was mad when I dropped the milk pitcher he just filled for me. He told me not to skip…but, I love skipping.”

A moment of silence reigned between them in an attempt to mourn their most recent poor choices. However, as soon as their gazes locked, this inseparable, duo-of-girlish-whims, wriggled and giggled their way back to the kitchen sink where Mama’s stern expression and towers of dirty, breakfast dishes awaited them.

“I’m the oldest so I’ll wash and you can dry!” Hazel chimed in, tossing the dish towel towards Nina.

Before the towel landed on Nina’s face, Mama caught it in mid-air, glaring at both of them.  Her patience now gone, Mama grabbed a pencil and the girl’s chore lists. With every new giggle or accidental, playful gesture between the girls, Mama added a new chore to their lists.

Eyebrows scrunched by now, and dresses dishwater-soaked, Nina and Hazel protested, “But Mama…that’s not fair!”

 “I’m too little for this big chore list!”

Without another word, Mama handed each of them a revised chore list.  Then she laid her apron aside and walked out the back door; knowing she’d struck the Achilles heels of these two little trouble-makers.  Her troublemakers… the two little girls whose hearts always beat in unison when it came to knowing how to turn serious work into play.

Before it was all over, Mama wore her own half-smile; for not only had she gained the upper hand…but a whole day off!

“It was the best of days…it was the worst of days!”

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“It was the best of days…it was the worst of days!”

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The two little farm girls pictured in the story above grew up to become my Dad’s Aunts from Missouri. Though their childhood antics followed them on into adulthood, both Aunt Hazel and Aunt Nina grew up to become the much-loved, faith-filled women, sisters, wives, mothers, and aunts that I, too, had the privilege of knowing and loving in my younger years. 

Hazel was tall and lean, anything but shy; creative and outspoken in all she said and did.   Nina was petite in both stature and size, quiet-natured, and soft-spoken to all. They were like vinegar and honey.   Each of them offered their own unique flavors to this world; but when you combined the two of them together; they became their own sweet remedy for turning anything serious into play. 

In their later years, long after their children were grown, husbands passed away, and great-grandchildren were too numerous to count; they sat across from each other visiting in the same kitchen at the farm house where they grew up. Aunt Nina was working on a sewing project and ran out of the color of thread she needed to finish it.  Determined to get it done that day, she turned to Aunt Hazel.

“Sis…is there any way we could drive into town to buy more thread?”

Almost without hesitation, Aunt Hazel responded.

“Yes…I imagine anything is possible; but we both know it’s going to take a little doing to get us there!”

After this conversation, both of them headed for Aunt Hazel’s old blue Ford, Betty; parked in front of the farmhouse.  It’d been sitting there since Uncle Ross passed away a year earlier.  Aunt Nina climbed into the passenger seat.  Aunt Hazel positioned herself behind the steering wheel.  Feeling along the steering column for the ignition, she turned the key and held her breath. 

“Come on Betty, give us one more time!” Aunt Hazel pleaded, before the engine sputtered and coughed, and finally cranked over.

Then…just as she’d done so many times when they were little girls, Aunt Hazel took charge; issuing Aunt Nina some final instructions for their roles in this grand adventure.

“Now remember, you do the talking and I’ll do the driving. Just keep me centered in the road and we’ll surely get there!”

Putting the car in gear, they coasted down to the single-lane, country road at the bottom of the driveway.  Aunt Nina hollered “LEFT…NOW RIGHT…LEFT AGAIN!” and Betty and the girls headed for the craft store; more than ten winding, miles of dirt-road away!  This is probably the only time in her life Aunt Nina ever hollered at anybody. 

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“It may be the best of drives…it may be the worst of drives, but…none of us can make any of those drives on our own.”

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For this 80-some-year-old, duo-of-girlish-whims, this day had the potential of becoming the best of days…or the worst of days.   You see, at the time, Aunt Hazel was totally blind…and her guidance system, Aunt Nina, had never driven a day in her life!  Miraculously, Betty and the girls made it to the craft store that day, bought the thread needed, and returned home unscathed; but not without a few near-ditch experiences!

 This story is tucked-away deep inside the pages of my family history.   It was only by accident that my Dad happened to share it with me. The thought of it still captures my heart! It’s so much more than just a story of childhood antics following these two dear, ladies into old age. It’s a tale of two sisters who, over the course of a lifetime; found a sweet, abiding contentment in each other’s presence.  I see one risking all… for the sake of another’s needs.  I see a heart willing to embark on a journey with only the sounds of another’s voice to guide them down an unseen stretch of road. I see unwavering obedience and blind trust in that same voice to keep them centered, in spite of near-ditch experiences all along the way.

If you look a little deeper, you also see the beauty of Heaven woven in and out of this tale. It’s a reflection of Jesus’ Heart.  His Desire…He longs for us to find contentment in His Sweet, Abiding Presence. His Love… always intentional and sacrificial, with our highest good in mind.  Hope…He gave us His all, His Life; so that we could have one.

Whether we like to admit it or not, all of us are blind to what the road stretched out in front of us looks like. If we choose to make the drive on our own, life will be one white-knuckle, near-ditch, experience after another; with no guarantee of ever reaching home. Consider the wisdom of two little farm girls from Missouri. Let’s invite Someone to sit next to us on the journey. Then choose to tune the ears of our hearts to the Sounds of His Voice for Guidance. His Love and Faithfulness demand and deserve our blind trust. Jesus is the only one who is able to keep us centered in our own life’s journey. “It might be the best of drives…it might be the worst of drives but…none of us can make any of those drives on our own.”

PRAYER: Dearest Father in Heaven…Thankyou for loving us through every journey we embark on. Forgive us for being so short-sighted in so many ways. Give us the courage to admit how blind we are when it comes to finding our own way around in this life. Help us to faithfully tune the ears of our hearts to the sounds of Your Voice. May we not miss hearing Your instructions for the drive we are making in this life. Fix our eyes and our ears upon You. Thankyou for being the God Who is always with us and Who never fails to Rescue us. We love You. In Jesus Name…Amen

 

“The Lord is my strength; He will walk me through places of trouble and suffering.” (Habbakuk 3:19)

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As I sipped on my morning cup of coffee this past weekend; my husband sifted through the headlines of our local newspaper looking for any story that qualified as good news.  To his dismay, the coronavirus dominated nearly every story and headline. On the verge of becoming a world pandemic, this contagion has now captured worldwide attention.  The threat this invisible enemy poses to each one of us should be taken seriously; not only internationally, locally, and personally but… spiritually as well. God knows what is happening around the world right now; and He also knows what’s going on inside your heart.    The Bible tells us,  “God is always on the alert, constantly looking for people whose hearts are totally committed to Him” (2 Chronicles:16:9).

 I can’t help but think that God may even be allowing this coronavirus to serve as His Divine Invitation to all peoples and all nations to consider the lives we are living before Him …and reconsider Whose Glory our lives are meant to reflect?

Having been ousted from our comfort-zones, we can no more just turn our heads and walk away.  Beyond the most obvious fact that our everyday lives have been turned upside down overnight; there are lots of little battles going on around us that tell on our hearts in a BIG way.

When Jim and I went to the grocery store a few days ago, my heart sank as I surveyed the unexpected emptiness on the shelves throughout the store. My husband confessed that in 50yrs of working for King Soopers, he’d never seen the store look like this!  Then he shared how two customers, the day before, literally came to blows in the middle of the paper goods aisle over the last two packages of toilet paper in the store!  Scenes like this just don’t happen in America!  We live in the Land-of-Plenty…right?

 As I stood there processing those empty shelves, my heart began to perceive what my eyes still struggled to believe. That unexpected emptiness on the shelves in front of me spoke to my heart of the lean-ness of soul that plagues the vast majority of people today. Hundreds of years ago, we stood shoulder to shoulder battling for our nation’s freedom against all odds.  Now, we stand opposite each other defiantly, engaged in a TP Tug-O-War in the paper-goods aisle at the grocery store! These two snippets in our history reflect the stark difference between responding to our circumstances in faith with the good of others in mind; and just reacting in fear out of self-preservation only.

The coronavirus threat awakened something inside of me that most of us would rather deny than address. As a nation, I believe we are holding onto the loose thread of our rich and Godly Heritage with one hand…while trying to cover-up our impoverished souls with the other. Empty grocery shelves tell us a story of our own spiritual poverty in a way that well-stocked shelves never could.  None of us will ever receive the Purple Heart for unsurpassed bravery in a TP Tug-O-War. The prize for that is our own emptiness…leanness-of-soul.  Spiritual Poverty dulls our faith and keeps us blinded to the Goodness of God in our lives; both in prosperous times and in the middle of a world pandemic.

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“Empty grocery shelves tell us a story of our own spiritual poverty in a way that well-stocked shelves never could.”

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 Perhaps we’ve   placed our security and well-being in the sounds of the coins jingling down inside of our pockets so long; we’ve lost sight of the life-giving words engraved on each of those coins…“In GOD we trust.”

King David, of old, understood the beauty of trusting in God as he proclaimed in Psalm 119:14, 

“I will rejoice in the content of Your Word as if I were rejoicing over Great Wealth.”

David is a beautiful example of what it looks like to have a prosperous soul.  He learned, through a lifetime of battling his own trauma and difficulties; the value of choosing the Wealth of God’s Word over the wealth of this world.

Though our world seems a fragile place right now, from our crumbling financial institutions down to our own dwindling pockets; our hearts must not follow suit. I pray it may never be said of us what was written of the ancient Israelites, who professed to follow God time and time again; but who  followed Him only with their words, not their hearts. (Psalm 78:36)  

“Like a crooked arrow, they missed the target of God’s will.” (Psalm 58:57b LAB)

Only God knows for sure where this world pandemic will lead. Maybe the coronavirus has become His training ground for what needs to happen next in our world, in our Nation and in our hearts; repentance.

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 Perhaps we’ve   placed our security and well-being in the sounds of the coins jingling down inside of our pockets so long; we’ve lost sight of the life-giving words engraved on each of those coins…“In GOD we trust.”

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I have seen the Goodness of God in our Nation, and I have walked in His Goodness since I was a child. It’s real and it still surrounds us. God is forever Faithful to His children. The pandemic doesn’t change that. It just gives us another reason to choose to sidestep the fear that comes with it; and see it instead, as a backdrop for faith. Let’s walk against the tide in these challenging times. Choose to walk inside the Goodness of a faithful God. Steer clear from thoughts of becoming the next victor in the latest TP Tug-O-War in the grocery aisles. Instead, remain a beacon of trust and hope; sacrificially giving what you call yours, to those who need it worse.  After all, that simple act might just turn out to be the ‘Message of Love’ someone else needs to cling to during this world pandemic.

“We cannot shrink back in fear and

Go forward in faith at

The same time”

—Christine Caine-Unexpected—

PRAYER: Dearest Lord, thankyou for always being so good. I praise you even in these hard times, for Your Loving-kindness and for all the wonderful deeds You have shown us in our past. Still our fears and calm our anxious hearts…forgive us for the leanness in our souls. We have even let our own well-stocked grocery shelves deceive us into thinking that we are sufficient in and of ourselves. This coronavirus has rearranged our perspectives and brought us to our knees; where we have the opportunity to acknowledge that the prosperity of our Nation past and present is only because of all the blessings that come from Your Hand. Hear our prayers… Forgive our sins…Heal our Land as we stand steadfast in the gap for our World, our Nation, and ourselves. In Jesus Name…Amen

 

    

 

  

   “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with everlasting kindness.”

(Jeremiah 31:3  )

Itty-Bitty Love Story!

 by Debbie Allen

One morning, while letting my fingers walk the boundaries of my I-pad, I stumbled across the snapshot above.  Though I realize a morning walk through the Pinterest Forest  doesn’t qualify as  r-e-a-l exercise; my heart still benefited  from the effort.  You see, on that walk I discovered my new, favorite exercise. The Grandma Exercise. Kiss and squeeze…Kiss and squeeze! There isn’t a Grandma (or Grandpa) in this world who would deny  the heart-benefits of doing several reps of this exercise.  Engaging in this unique form of cardio-workout far outweighs and outlasts the act of doing the Grandma Exercise itself.  Experts claim this workout, “Doesn’t do a thing for your weight, but oh what it does for your heart!”

To mine the deep wisdom of this almost contradictory statement, you must first  see it through the lens of Grandma’s glasses.  Doesn’t do a thing for your weight…”  focuses on the fact that, Grandma has nothing to lose and everything to gain  by engaging in this exercise frequently.

“Oh what it does for your heart!”  only magnifies what I see as a perfect caption for labeling the itty-bitty love story taking place inside a Grandma’s heart every time a grandchild’s arms wrap around her neck. Kiss and Squeeze and Kiss and Squeeze!

There’s a melting process that goes on inside my heart during these reps that’s indescribable. Though the experts who frequent the gyms of the Buff and Beautiful  deny the heart-benefits of such a workout; those of us who pound pavement with  fellow-members of Silver Sneakers Clubs across America beg-to-differ.  This Grandma Exercise is its own reward!

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“Unlimited reps of this age-old exercise promise restored life and
rejuvenated hearts for Grandmas of any age!”
—Grammie Debbie—

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Bu, the story doesn’t end here.  We’ve seen the physical heart-benefits surrounding this promise by peering through the lens of Grandma’s glasses. Now, slip on a pair of Spiritual Specs and focus on the deeper spiritual exercise I believe is in play here.

Those precious Kiss and Squeeze sessions in my life, those itty-bitty love stories that so enrapture my heart; double  as earthly reflections of Heaven’s Greatest Love Story.  I call it my Love and Lean exercise. It’s an exercise for the soul reflecting how our Heavenly Father loves to love His own children…you and I.

When I see my Grandbabies running toward me, full-force and open-armed, my heart pounds wildly; for I am reminded of God’s Love. Love that pursues me daily, Open-Armed and Full-of-Grace…even when I don’t deserve it.  Love and Lean…

When my Grandchild leans, nose pressed flat, against the front window anticipating my return from the store;  I can’t make my  Grammie-legs run fast enough toward the little heart whose voice I hear calling out my name!

God’s like that too, you know.  He stands watching and waiting every day in every corner of my life. He anticipates my presence any moment, eagerly calling out my name at the sight of me;  hoping for a love that reciprocates and runs for the sounds of His Voice!  Love and Lean…

When something or someone breaks my Grandchild’s heart, I love when they crawl up into my lap above all the other laps in the room; to whisper a broken “I love you” in my ear while their sobs subside.

God, too, desires our Love for Him to push us toward the safety of His Lap. That safe place He offers us where He may lavish us with His unconditional Love.  An Ever-Present refuge where tears may dry and heartbreaks mend.  Love and Lean…

When my Grandchildren were toddlers, they always found reasons to sleep with Grammie and Grandpa when they spent the night (We loved it!). When Grandpa said “Lights out!” they snuggled as close as they could get to us. I marveled at how quickly perfect peace washed over their expressions as they fell asleep. Sometimes in the middle of the night, they’d wake up afraid; but as soon as they saw who they were with; they’d re-snuggle and go right back to sleep.

God loves being close to His children too. The closer we move to His Heart the safer we remain.  When we wake up and find ourselves  surrounded by darkness, all we have to do is glance over and focus on Who is next to us. Lean into Him, and find rest and comfort in His Wonderful Presence. Love and Lean…

Someone once said, “The most precious jewels you’ll ever have around your neck are the arms of your Grandchildren.” I couldn’t agree more. For the span of time they choose to dangle there, rest assured, there’s a little bit of Heaven embracing your heart.   So… Kiss and Squeeze and Love and Lean  to your heart and soul’s content! Unlimited reps of these age-old exercises promise restored life and rejuvenated hearts for Grandmas (and Grandpas) of all ages!

HEART TRAPPINGS:

Living in our  self-centered world of v-e-r-y conditional thinking, its easy to lose sight of what un-conditional love even looks like.  Then…my Grandchildren came along!  They are my perfect picture of boundless love. Love that runs to you at the mere sound of your voice. Love you can trust even in the dark. Love that pursues you no-matter-what. A Love worth clinging to …a love I wouldn’t trade for anything else in this world! My Grandchildren are a daily reminder to my heart,  of the kind of Love God desires from each of His own children…you and I.

Have you ever stood face-to-face with un-conditional love?

If so, what about that moment captured your heart?

How was your life changed because of it?

Prayer:  Dearest Lord…I thank You for my Grandchildren…precious reflections of Your un-conditional Love in my life.  Thankyou for allowing such love to continually grace me, even in my later years.  Keep my arms strong enough to wrap tightly around those you’ve given me to love…and my heart rejuvenated with faith enough to know I can continually look-up and Love and Lean on You  without reserve or hesitation.  In Jesus Name…Amen

“And when we obey Him, every path He guides us on is fragrant with His Lovingkindness and His Truth.” (Psalm 25:10 LAB)

This new year offered me an after-Christmas experience I’m not going to forget anytime soon. The lesson that came from this experience has permeated the dullness of my own heart every day since; so much so that my desires and aspirations for 2020 are sculpted around it!

As I sat down to do some writing after spending several hours making sure all of my Christmas decorations were stowed away; I spied one more forgotten item.  A miniature, ceramic, crockpot filled with two-week-old potpourri; still sitting behind a picture frame on my desk.  I grimaced at the sight of it. Bending to sniff its contents, I was surprised at the lack of fragrance coming from it.  Two weeks earlier, the same contents filled my library with the aromatic essences of cinnamon, apple pie, and pumpkin spice.  Seeing no mold floating on top of it, I did the unthinkable. I plugged it back in!  (Don’t judge me.)  Within twenty minutes, the smells of the Christmas Season permeated my library once again! I was amazed that such a simple act produced such a noticeable transformation in the air around me.  In this moment, a new thought permeated my heart.  An epiphany, all wrapped up in soggy, two-week-old potpourri!   I realized that the only reason the atmosphere around me changed so drastically was because of the heat exchange that occurred under the mini-crockpot when I plugged it in. Now, this gift might seem unimpressive or even simplistic to some, but I unwrapped a greater principle here, I believe applies to each of our own hearts and lives. 

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“WE WERE MADE TO GLORIFY GOD…TO SATURATE AND CHANGE THE ATMOSPHERE AROUND US IN THIS WORLD BY FILLING IT WITH THE FRAGRANCES OF HIS LOVE AND GOODNESS.”

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You see, each one of us is created by God to be a unique creation in this life.  We are His special blends of one-of-a-kind names and faces, fingerprints and personalities, hearts and souls, passions and talents; all meant for one thing. To Glorify God.  To saturate and change the atmosphere around us in this world by filling it with the fragrance of God’s Love and Goodness.  However, much like the potpourri in the forgotten crockpot, we, too, have a tendency to grow cold, stale and useless without the flame that brings the heat exchange inside of us. This can’t happen without being plugged-in to God’s Word every day. You see, He is the Flame.  God designed us to be simmering pots filled with our own special blend of God-given potpourri in this life.  Simmering pots whose aromatic essences were meant to permeate the dense atmosphere of this world around us and entice those who walk within it with the fragrances of God’s love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.   

On a more sobering note, the day God’s Simmering Pots grow cold and the fragrances of His Love and Goodness no longer saturate the atmosphere surrounding us, our world is on a self-destructive path.  A dark path saturated with an atmosphere of hopelessness and rebelliousness; one reflective of a life being lived without a purposeful awareness of the God Who surrounds them.  To both ‘the simmering pots’ and ‘the pots that are not’, God beckons each of us to be aware… “Your life is a journey you must travel with a deep consciousness of God…” (1Peter 1:18a )

HEART TRAPPINGS:

In light of all this, let me ask you something I asked myself at the onset of this New Year.  Will 2020 prove to be the year you stay behind the scenes, out of sight, unengaged and growing colder and staler by the minute; like ‘The Little Pot That Was Not?’

Or will this be the Year of the Flame for you?  Will you allow God to pour you out as His special blend of Potpourri in life; fully plugged-in and warmed by His Presence and His Word… permeating this world as God’s atmosphere-changer and world-rearranger like ‘The Simmering Pot?’

The choice is ours, but remember this: “It’s the warmth of the Flame which is life’s key to the fragrances which rise from that “Potpourri of Me!”

Prayer: Dearest Father in Heaven…Thankyou for ushering me into this new year with such a beautiful way of thinking. My greatest desire is to permeate the world around me with essences of Your Love and Your Goodness. Fill us all with wise minds and spirits tuned to Your will so we might acquire a thorough understanding of the ways You work in this world. Keep us plugged in to Your Word and ever-warmed by Your Sweet Presence as we endeavor to become your “Simmering Pots” in this world around us. In Jesus Name…Amen

   

  “God’s Love is Meteoric,

His Loyalty Astronomic,

His Purpose Titanic,

His Verdicts Oceanic!”

(Psalm 36:5)

by Debbie Allen

 I plopped on the couch one Saturday night to watch a movie with my husband.  Recognizing right away what movie he’d chosen, I knew my chances for seeing a Hallmark movie were slim to nothing. The movie, Predator, loomed before me for about the eighth time.  Wrinkling my nose, Jim began to defend his movie choice by explaining that this was not Predator…it was Predators…and he’d only seen this movie a couple of times! I settled for a good book that night; while Jim devoured repeat images of a team of special force soldiers on a mission in a Guatemalan jungle, being hunted and devoured by an invisible, extraterrestrial warrior!

To his defense, my husband is not the only one who is drawn toward these Science Fiction sensations. Our entire culture seems obsessed with the idea of aliens more today than at any other time in history. We see them on TV commercials.  Our children watch them in cartoons on Saturday morning. (What happened to the Flintstones?) Today’s teens engage alien creatures every day inside the virtual realities of their x-box games. Even the off-the-chart box-office responses to movies like Predators, continues to egg Hollywood on in the making of other Sci-Fi indulgences like it.

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“Our entire culture seems obsessed with the idea of aliens more today than at any other time in history.”

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It’s one thing for Hollywood to capitalize on our culture’s appetites for aliens but, I’ve found that even some of the highly educated lean toward believing in alien existence.  Several years ago, a team of scientific researchers working under a government program known as Ufology, actually devised a chart called the Hynek Scale; a six-fold system of classification allowing our own earthly officials a way to rate the level of intensity of an alien encounter.  It seems that once things are written down in black and white in this world, we suddenly believe we have a reason to believe in them! Even Hollywood endorsed this idea a little further when they filmed the 1977 Sci-Fi movie, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. This movie’s entire plot was built around the Hynek Scale.  The human mind is capable of justifying just about anything…and Hollywood is always going to be there to back it with incredible and even believable images designed to create a pathway in our mind and heart to justify belief.  I personally, am a believer…but not in aliens. I believe in God, who spoke the Universe into creation.  I have no desire to measure my belief system in this life by the Hynek Scale.

When I peer up into the night sky, I don’t see Unidentified Flying Objects…I see Unimaginable Findings Overhead! I see the beauty of God’s Light piercing the darkness of this world.  The sun…the moon…and countless stars; each silently telling of the Glories of the Creator. The Universe is filled with beautiful displays of His Craftsmanship. Every constellation, planet, and galaxy  yields itself as dramatic evidence of God’s Existence, Faithfulness, and His Greatness.  Standing beneath evening’s canopy of starlight, I can’t help but sense my own finiteness and I can’t deny the Invisible Presence I feel standing right next to me in these moments. My heart races when I think of it; not out of fear but, love. In spite of all my own human frailties, God chooses to call me His friend.  What an awesome thought! One minute I hear His Voice resounding in the thunder and lightning above me; and in the next, He stoops to whisper the secrets of His Promises into my spirit (Ps. 25:14).  What kind of Love is this that keeps something so small (me) from getting lost in all of His Largness?

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“When I peer up into the night sky, I don’t see Unidentified Flying Objects…I see Unimaginable Findings Overhead! I see the beauty of God’s Light piercing the darkness of this world.”

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Yes, there is something out there watching us.  Something much bigger than you and I can even imagine…but, not an alien.  It’s God.  God is the Invisible Presence Who is in pursuit of our souls.  However, He pursues us as the Lover of our souls; not as Hollywood’s invisible Predator, who hunts and devours our very lives.   On the Hynek Scale, our world might classify this Divine Encounter with a Living Presence from out of this world, as a Close Encounter of the Fifth Kind.   I, on the other hand, understand it differently.  My heart can only call this Divine Encounter…this Invisible Presence…and Friendship, being so freely offered to each of us, by what it’s meant to be in this life:

The“Closest Encounter of the Deepest Kind.”

Won’t you choose to step away from Sci-Fi, Hollywood and Hynek’s Scale long enough to look up into the night sky and see only the Largness of God’s Love for you and I?

“God’s Love is Meteoric,

His loyalty Astronomic,

His Purpose Titanic,

His Verdicts Oceanic.

Yet in His Largness

Nothing gets lost;

Not a man, not a mouse,

slips through the cracks.”

(Psalm 36:5-6”)

HEART TRAPPING

Have you ever noticed how obsessed or pre-occupied our world is with aliens, and extraterrestrial activity in general?

What do you see when you look up into a midnight sky, studded with stars to numerous to count?

Did you know God not only created all the stars in the Universe but, He named each of them as well?

PRAYER: Dearest Father in Heaven, thank you for including the smallness of me in the Largeness of Your Love.  My eyes can fall on nothing…that You have not created.  In fact, Your Word tells me, “Everything was created through You; nothing—not one thing!—came into being without You.” (John 1:3).  If there are other life forms in the Universe, You would’ve created them…but they were never meant to become the focal point of the life you’ve given to us. Your greatest desire for us is to learn to love You with all our heart, mind, and soul, for only then will we come to know Your Meteoric Love and Your  Unimaginable Findings Overhead!

In Jesus Name…Amen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 “Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”                             (2 Cor. 3:17 NLT)

by Debbie Allen

The glory of the celebration of our Nation’s independence is written all across the sky… at least for one night a year.  This past Fourth of July, all around the city, people left work early, took extended holidays, attended BBQ’s, and sang patriotic songs with renewed gusto.  From the color of the fruits on the picnic table, to our choices of patriotic clothing, to the little flags painted on our faces, fingernails, and even our toenails; we are all about celebrating America’s Red, White and Blue.   These are the colors of Freedom and we are proud to fly them high.  We revel in their unmatched beauty on Independence Day but, what about the days following all the fireworks?  What do we do with America’s Red, White, and Blue the rest of the year?

As I drove around the city a few days after all the fireworks,  I witnessed American Flags, once lining city streets on both sides being folded, put away, and placed into city storage boxes.   Most of the flags dangling from neighborhood homes, in celebration of the 4^th, were already stowed away in their closets and wouldn’t see the light of day again until Labor Day weekend.  Even the patriotic corner firework- stands, which dotted city intersections disappeared. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it looked as though America’s Red, White and Blue was going under-cover!

Realistically, I know this wasn’t true, but as I watched city workers boxing up the Red,White and Blue  I’d grown to love seeing in every corner of my world just days before; a melancholy thought swept over me.  Not only were they putting away flags for another season; I envisioned them putting away the Truth that embodies the Red, White, and Blue, too.  Packed away and covered in darkness…who will see it?

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“Our American Flag embodies a vision of Freedom like no other… “

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There’s a deeper spiritual truth in play here.  Our American Flag embodies a vision of Freedom like no other.  Its Stars and Stripes are a daily, visual reminder of the fearless, courage and integrity, self-sacrifice and devotion of Americans, past and present, who willingly laid their lives down in defense of the freedom we walk in today.  I believe we remember this truth with every glimpse of its unfurled beauty.  However, we too often forget an even greater Truth.  America is a Heaven-Rescued land; meaning there are spiritual implications concerning our own hearts and the price of Freedom.  The Stars and Stripes we know and love reflect a much bigger picture of HiStory (God’s Story), than you may be aware of.  Consider the words of the Prophet,Isaiah, from the Old Testament, pointing us to a different set of Stripes from our past:

”…the burden of our peace was upon Him (Jesus) and by His Stripes we are healed.”(Isaiah 53:5)

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“…the burden of our peace was upon Him (Jesus) and by His Stripes we are healed.”

(Isaiah 53:5)

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I don’t know every earthly soldier’s story of sacrifice but, through the Bible, I’m allowed a precious glimpse into Jesus’ Sacrifice. Every time my eye perceives those red stripes on Old Glory, I’m reminded of the great drops of blood streaming down Jesus’ forehead as He knelt, praying to His Father in the Garden of Gethsemane before facing His Crucifixion.  I’m deeply, humbled when I remember how Jesus yielded to the cruelty of an undeserved, Roman punishment known as the cat-o- nine tails. This merciless flogging left His flesh torn to the bone, muscle and organs exposed, and his back striped in blood from lashes inflicted, totaling no less than 39 thrashings.  My heart still fills with anguish each time I picture Jesus’ Face, while He hung on the Cross, striped in blood, from these same soldier’s hands pressing a crown of 2-inch thorns down into His brow before mocking and spitting on Him in his final hours.  (Mt 27:26)(Mk 15:15)(Jn 19:1)

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    ” America is a Heaven-Rescued Land; meaning there are Spiritual implications concerning our own hearts and the price of Freedom. ”  

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         “… and by His Stripes we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:5)

As a Country and as individuals, “The burden of our peace… or our Spiritual Freedom was fought for and won by the willing sacrifice of Jesus’ life upon the Cross.  Similar to the earthly battlefields, where countless soldiers down through the years fought and died to keep peace in our land; the Cross stands as the ultimate, spiritual Battleground where Jesus fought for our souls, at the cost of giving up His own Life in exchange for ours so we might live and experience true Freedom…peace-of-heart from the inside-out.

Every stripe on our American flag declares the Saving Grace of the bloodshed and Glory behind them. Our Flag…though its pole is planted firmly in the soils of this great Land, its banner waves high in the heavens for a reason.  I believe it’s meant to draw our eyes heavenward and petition our forgetful hearts to remember the Sacrifices made for all of us who continue to walk, daily, in freedom throughout America.  Even after all the fireworks, we must never hide-away what was meant to be seen and heard by all…the Truth and the Glory enveloping our Freedom as individuals and as a Nation.   I pray God’s continued Blessing on our Heaven-rescued Land; a Land where we must daily and courageously, seek to to continue proclaiming the unbridled Truth of the Red, White, and Blue; standing strong and united as “One Nation, under God…indivisible…with Liberty and Justice for all.”

HEART TRAPPINGS:

Have you ever  considered the spiritual implications concerning your own heart and the  Freedom you walk in every day?

The next time you glimpse the American Flag, will you see beyond the Red and White stripes to the Truth and Glory they represent?

What will you do with the idea of these heavenly “Stripes.”  Turn away from them or consider the high cost of the Freedom Jesus bought for you?

PRAYER: Dearest Heavenly Father, strengthen me that I may never hide-away what You meant to be seen and heard by all… Your Truth and Your Glory, both in me, and in this Nation.  I  stand in awe of the Red, White, and Blue…….and You.  Cultivate in me a more grateful spirit and a greater awareness of the unfathomable price of Freedom and the Heaven-Rescued ground I walk upon every day in this great Land.  Thank You!

In Jesus Name…Amen

 

 

 

 

“Yet you, Lord, are our Father.  We are the clay,

You are the Potter; we are all the work of your Hand.”

(Isaiah 64:8)

by Debbie Allen

 

DIRT—even the sight of it signals something inside of us which compels us to label it undesirable. We spend the bulk of our lives trying to keep ourselves, our children, and our homes free from it. We track it in… mop it up…dust it away…shovel it out…and do our best to dispose of it permanently.  Webster’s 1828 Dictionary describes dirt this way:

“Any foul and filthy substance; earth; mud; mire; dust; whatever, adhering to anything, renders it foul or unclean.”

With its highest redeeming quality in this world being listed as ‘foul’ and ‘filthy’ … dirt surely qualifies for a spot among the four-letter-words of our time!  However, I don’t believe the destiny of dirt stops here.  Dirt, like all of creation, was created by God with a much greater purpose…one which too often leaves us on the short-sighted list.

At a family gathering a couple of weeks ago, I watched three of my grandchildren delivering little cellophane bags full of ‘something’ to family members who were interested in acquiring, what they deemed, “…the greatest invention since Silly Putty and Brain Slime!’ Uniquely labeled by the hands of an eager-to-make-a-profit, 5, 9, and 10 year-old; each bag arrived with a high-pressure sales pitch, an angelic-smile and a promise to deliver satisfaction to every buyer.

“THIS was a deal like no other!” proclaimed my Grandson, Ryan.

“No one in this world doesn’t NEED this!” Makayla chimed in.

On the heels of her cousins’ animated sales pitches, Chelsea, 5, just appeared out of nowhere with her cellophane bag in front of her face. Without a word being spoken, she melted every heart in the room with her smile, and then disappeared without a trace! (Being ‘cute’ is probably one of the most successful sales pitches ever!)

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Being ‘cute’ is probably one of the most successful sales pitches ever!

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As I glanced around the living room, several of my family members were already digging into pockets, wallets and purses in hot pursuit of cash enough to buy them what they never even knew they always wanted…a cellophane bag containing one Muddy Buddy.  That’s right, a Muddy Buddy. More than just a mud ball, this two-inch round, two-ingredient, friend came with a promise to always be there for you as long as you followed the detailed instructions my grandchildren included with the bag.  If you ever strayed from following these very explicit instructions, the only guarantee still in effect is that your Muddy Buddy will fall to pieces over time!

As you can see, a lot of thought went into this Muddy Buddy project; from production, to sales, to care instructions and even towards job security. You see, should you happen to neglect your friend, we were told by my grandchildren,

“You can just order a new one…a muddier buddy!”

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“If you ever strayed from following these v-e-r-y explicit instructions, the only

guarantee still in effect is that your Muddy Buddy will fall to pieces.”

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At the end of that day, I was not the only one who was surprised that the Muddy Buddies showed such a large profit margin. My Granddaughter, Makayla, ran into the kitchen holding a zip-loc bulging with greenbacks and jingling coins totaling nearly $25.00.

“Grammie, I can’t believe people really paid us for Muddy Buddies!”

Leaning over to give her a hug, I realized my Grandchildren just experienced one of the truest pay-dirt moments in history!  I was not about to squelch her joy but, I did remind her of this.

“On its own, the Muddy Buddy is just dirt. It’s your family’s love for the one’s that made the Muddy Buddies that makes them worth something.”

She thought about my words for a half-second then skipped off to join the other two Muddy Buddy makers already out in the backyard stirring up a new batch of muddy friends!

 

I, on the other hand, couldn’t forget those words.  Though they’d rolled off my tongue naturally, after I spoke them they echoed back a supernatural message to my heart.  I looked down at the cellophane bag I’d purchased a few minutes earlier.  I didn’t just see a Muddy Buddy anymore…I saw myself from God’s perspective.

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My grandchildren labeled the cellophane bag, “Hand Putty”. It made me stop and think.  I too am to become as hand putty in my Heavenly Father’s Hands, allowing Him to mold me and make me into the image of His Son, Jesus.

At the bottom of the cellophane bag, in smaller letters, was written this warning:“NOT Stretchy!”  Oh, how that describes me!  Many times when God has allowed circumstances to surround me, forcing me out of my comfort zone; I am resistant to the pressures being exerted upon me.  Pressure meant for my good and for my growth.  Pressure, intended to stretch me in a brand new direction, one which promises to bring me closer to God’s Heart.

I often forget that I too, am only made of dust. If I fail to regularly water my spirit with my Father’s Words, and let His Promises trickle-down and soak-in thoroughly, my spirit grows parched. Then, like the Muddy Buddy, I have one guarantee in this life; that I will fall to pieces over time.

As I read over Webster’s definition of dirt once more, ” Dirt—any foul and filthy substance: earth; mud; mire; dust…”  I couldn’t help but see myself there in the midst of it. Dust. God took the very substance the world labels “foul and filthy” and created something…someone beautiful from it.   The Book of Genesis tells us, “The Lord God formed the man (Adam) from the dust of the ground.” (Genesis 2:7a NLT)

  God formed man out of dirt from the ground, but He didn’t stop there.  His Word goes on to say “… and (God) blew into his nostrils the breath of life. The man came alive—a living soul!” (Gen. 2:7)

 Yes, you and I are living, breathing souls made of dust… earthen vessels formed in our mothers’ wombs by the Hand of the Heavenly Father.   Like the Muddy Buddy… on our own, we have no true value. It is the Love of our Father; the One Who made each of us and breathed His Breath into us; that gives our life value.  Unspeakable worth. So great is that worth,  His Son, Jesus, purchased and redeemed us with the price of His Own Life.  Priceless!

Though, we are but dust; we are infinitely more than just dirt. We are created to be so much more than God’s Muddy Buddies in this life!  We are God’s children. His chosen ones. We are forever-loved by our Father Who created us; earthen vessels designed to carry His Love…His Immeasurable Worth into this world where we are called by our Heavenly Father to be to others:

“A mind through which Christ thinks

A life through which Christ shows

A voice through which Christ speaks

A hand through which Christ helps”

—The Navigators—

HEART TRAPPINGS:

Have you ever stopped to ponder the reality of your own frailty; that “…we are but dust?

Picture yourself as a lump of clay on the Potter’s Wheel.  Will you yield to the pressure of the Master’s Hands

upon your life and let Him mold and shape you into the masterpiece He envisioned you to be long before your birth?

Prayer: Father, how sad it makes me sometimes when I picture myself as  clay on Your Potter’s Wheel.  Help me to be more like  my Grandchildren’s”Muddy Buddy,” Hand Putty, in Your Hands. May I not resist, but yield to the pressure of Your Hands upon me.  Mold me…make me more and more like Jesus with every turn of Your Potter’s Wheel.  I want to be the mind…the life…the voice…and the hand through which Christ works to help another find his true worth in this world.  Amen