Haven’t blogged for some time. Some are saying “And you should have kept it that way,” some are saying, “Great, looking forward to it!” (I know for a fact there are 3 that enjoy it, not including my husband and 2 dogs.) I’ve had these thoughts on my mind for the longest time. They pull at my heartstrings. They boggle my mind and cause me to waiver between sadness and anger—none of which I’m feeling now. There is absolutely NO ONE I have in mind regarding the subject I’m broaching. While doing my devotions this morning, as has happened in the past, I got the “go ahead” leading. It’s not for me to look for your response or lack thereof. I’m writing, you’re reading. What you do thereafter is completely up to you.
Ok, so not only did I think it was time for this—and please understand—I’m in my 25th year of being a wicked sinner saved by grace. Please note that every word of that title is present tense. I’m still a wicked sinner (Isaiah 64:6). I’m still and always will be saved (Ephesians 4:30, John 10: 28 & 29, Hebrews 10:10 ) and this is purely by His grace (Ephesians 2: 8&9). Along with that title—the one I actually prefer to use is the one my Master says: Born-Again. Jesus said to Nicodemus, “Verily verily I say unto thee, except a man be born-again, He cannot see the kingdom of God.”—John 3:3
What is interesting is that “one of those rare moments” happened where I didn’t even consciously ask God in prayer WHERE in His Word to draw from. I simply opened to the Chapter of Matthew 23—and the verse FOUND ME. Verse 25 “Woe unto you scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.”
Here’s the deal: on certain days, maybe for just moments, that’s us. That’s anyone of us who are of the household of faith. Oops, 5 just deleted me from Facebook—that’s ok—I still love you anyway. “Who does she think she is?” Not anyone in particular, but I am one of His. “Is she preaching?” In the eyes of some, maybe—but no, scripturally I don’t believe a preacher is a female’s role—WHOA—10 more just deleted me from FaceBook—that’s ok—I still love you anyway. I’m blogging, and you are reading. Change the page—don’t like the music? Hit skip—change the station, shut it off, seriously—but don’t whine—it gets old.
The dress, the music, the tv selections, the friends, the places you go to—all line up scripturally. You know what? PRAISE GOD—I mean praise Him!! Your outward is in excellent scriptural condition. You have buffeted your body—you’ve kept it under subjection…at the very least outwardly. How’s it goin’ inwardly? Yeah…you know where I’m going.
You’re angry, you’re bitter, you wait for someone that you don’t particularly like to fall so you can use one of many electronic devices to subtly or not so subtly fire away. You shake hands with your brethren, sing “What a Friend We have in Jesus,” and “Isn’t the Love of Jesus Something Wonderful,” but aside from that…
Now maybe a good time to mention that every scripture reference I post on FB, and every blog I write is nothing short of a reminder for myself to get my heart right and FAST!!! I know what bitterness left to itself for years, and anger and being unable to forgive and rage leads to…just more of the same. I know these mindsets that are actually spiritual strongholds that have to be worked at, and if you give up and accept them—they win, and the demonic hold they possess grows. Uncomfortable language. Very uncomfortable.
But the joy that’s possible and the actual freedom in Christ is very comfortable and sweet and gentle and peaceful. How I wish I could have that focus every minute of every day. My striving that occurs to accomplish certain heights in my flesh would take a back seat! It would for you too!
Don’t despair. Don’t give up. As much as there is that roaring lion who seeks to devour—yes, even while we’re as good as gold—well I’m sure that’s most of you—I think my check box might be a “N/A”—he wants you and I and our families to be in a most miserable state—that along with each other—particularly so that our circles of influence read and relay a mixed message. A message that not only does not add up, but completely contradicts. I love my sweet friend’s saying—at least I heard it from her—“never exaggerate your own importance.” While that is true—the eyes of the world are on us. I pray not to have an “epic fail”—terminology I’ve heard my teen use. I’m not even fond of having a whole bunch of “little fails”—I know—failures. But they will happen. The question remains how long will you and I hold on to their devastating effects and be “ok” with them?
I’ve probably referenced more scripture in this blog than I have in others. Ephesians 4:26—yes, you have to look it up. I missed my morning time alone in God’s Word recently for the first time in a long time—IT MADE A DIFFERENCE!! Not such a good one, I might add.
I’ll end with Susie ramble: You’re asking “Could I tell the difference?? Mmm…probably not. A Senior Saint recently said to me :” You know…we are not La-Di-Da.” I responded with “I’m serious, I’m just not somber.” That was a relatively quick conversation. Knowing full well what unresolved conflict leads to, and having cried for about a decade – not really too far from an exaggeration – I’ve probably undershot the time frame – let’s just say this: La – non-negotiable, moot point – I’m La. Di – On occasion; timing is everything, but Di has it’s proper place. Da – Dad used to look me straight in the face and say “Well, La-di-da.” So….
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