The world in church clothing
Lord Jesus, show me when the church is not the church, but instead, the world in church clothing. Show me when a system is competing with you for my heart.
Lord Jesus, show me when the church is not the church, but instead, the world in church clothing. Show me when a system is competing with you for my heart.
Nine months ago, I did not see renovation in my future. Now, I’m neck deep in refreshing my website. And I’m marveling at God’s renewing work in our lives.
“I’m Leah!” I cried. I had given myself to a church culture that had used me and used me, while profoundly rejecting my personhood, my adulthood, my worth, me.
The name “I AM” is the Lord’s treasure detector. When Jesus says it, he is urging, “Search for treasure here. I want to show you more of who I AM.”
“I so want to be a woman of grace in all this!” she cried, through deep, wrenching sobs. In that holy moment, I heard the heartcry of one who overcomes.
God taught them not to be driven by panic. He showed them a completely different way. When our world has changed, their story from long ago can help us too.
It awes me again every time I see it. Leaning back on Jesus’ chest, at the moment of Jesus’ betrayal, John heard the heartbeat of God
Any eerie, uneasy silence that minimizes or denies an earthquake - or any other trauma someone is facing - shouts to those willing to hear: Look deeper. Ask, Why?
At a crucial moment in my life, Henry Blackaby and Caleb of old encouraged me: Regardless which way anyone else is rowing, you be filled with following God.
It may be in a month that’s little noticed when the earth moves under you. And God says, “You’ve stayed here long enough.” And something within you shifts.