Born to be Free

God speaks to each of us in different ways.  He may choose to speak through the Scriptures, the world around us, through other people who cross our paths.......He is certainly capable of putting thoughts into our minds as well.  He is limitless, no matter how badly we might wish to rationalize the things He does. Over the past few weeks, there has been a word that seems to follow me everywhere.  It will show up in my readings.  People bring it up when I talk to them, or in podcasts I've listened to.  God puts it at the forefront of my mind during times of prayer. Overflow . This would seem a more difficult word to interpret, versus something like "rest" or "take courage", though they also would require considerable thought.  So I began the task of unpacking the meaning of what He was wishing to get across to me. You've heard that whatever is in your heart will spill out when you're shaken up.  An important point to be sure.  But maybe it's n

I'm amazed at how many times I can read over a passage and still find new things revealed through it. "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God ." (Philippians 4:6) I think many of us have (at least at one point) believed supplication to be a "necessary evil" in prayer.  Allow me to try and explain. It's been said that you become like the five people you spend the most time with.  I think the types of churches we find ourselves in have a lot to do with that as well.   Many churches I know of like to talk a lot about how God's grace is greater than we can fathom.  They also discuss how we as corrupted outcasts are beyond unworthy and how we could never come close to God. Both of these points have sufficient biblical support.  We certainly do not deserve God's grace in any measure, and why He decided to give it to us is difficult to understa

It has come to my attention that people  misunderstood me in my last post - (hence, the deletion).  So, I'll offer a word on that here. What I write is an outpouring of the way I think.  Oftentimes I'll have thoughts that make sense to me and when I write them down, they become all the more clear.  Writing is how I best process things. Unfortunately, if anyone reads what I write, they are free to interpret it for themselves.  Sometimes my writings can seem to have a "depressed undertone".  I've had people ask me if I'm okay, if I "need help".  My answer is no, and here's why: I believe that although we are Christians, none of us are immune to pain.  God created us with emotions, as beautifully complex as they are.  When we look at the injustice of the world, the weight of our sin apart from Christ and the pain of others around us, how can we not be moved? Fear, sadness and worry do not reign my life.  Jesus does.  Does that mean I never,

One Sunday this summer, my pastor had decided to preach on the topic of forgiveness.  A topic that perhaps many of us have a tendency to glance over. It's easy enough to forgive someone when they bump into you, take the last sandwich or forget to call you, right?  But as my pastor was preaching through the Lord's Prayer and came to "forgive our sins as we forgive those who sin against us", that sentence - even though I've heard it read, recited and preached over hundreds of times before - pierced my soul that day. I'd always viewed myself as a forgiving person, but in that moment I remembered one person who I'd never even  tried  to forgive. It's easy to look past minor offenses, but when someone has hurt you so deeply that you find it hard to trust anyone, your heart will shut itself up in a tower and refuse to come down. Because of how my friend had treated me and the things they'd done and said - I had let bitterness and anger well up i

Last month, as I wondered where the summer would lead - God worked in ways unknown to me and directed me to a Bible camp in Missouri.  I spent last week there as a counselor. We as human beings like to think we can be on the same level as God - and carry the same understanding.  So we ask "Why?"  We try to figure out things for ourselves instead of leaving it to God to work out the details.  I wasn't sure what to anticipate from this past week, but decided to leave it with the One Who planned it. There are some experiences I find no one can understand unless they have gone through something with you, and perhaps this will be one of those instances.  But this past week was incredible, and though I'm very much writing this for myself, I hope that perhaps you may share in my joy. I've never been in an atmosphere quite like the one there.  From the moment I arrived on the scene to the night I left, I was surrounded by God's presence and people in a way I

If you're anything like me, maybe you wonder sometimes how exactly you got signed up for this.  Maybe one day you take a step back, look at your life and think "How is this possible?" You see the job and the people that God has given you and you're astounded.  "Really, God?  Why me?  I'm the last person you should've chosen."  Surely we speak like Gideon in Judges 6, “Please, Lord, how can I save Israel?  Behold, my clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my father's house.” You've got a calling - a purpose driven by your identity in Him, and yes it may feel very scary.  I spoke in my  earlier post  about the fact that we must not forget Who He is.  But we must also not forget who we are. I've heard it pointed out by several people - what if Peter began to sink in Matthew 14 not because he didn't believe in Jesus, but because he didn't believe in himself?  "How can I walk on water?  I'm not the Son o

“ Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters ; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price .  Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy ? Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good, and delight yourselves in rich food.  Incline your ear, and  come to me; hear, that your soul may live ; and I will make with you an everlasting covenant, my steadfast, sure love for David ." (Isaiah 55:1-3) This passage has kept me up at night lately. There are some days, some times when it seems like you live in the flood-zone.  Time and trouble are rushing, always rushing by and you feel helpless.  You try to be strong.  You try to hold yourself and the people you love together because you feel like that's the only option.  The only way the world can go on is if you carry it on your back. So it seems. I find myself spending my d