Tuesday, April 8, 2014

He Comes

Sometimes it is really hard to put into words the thoughts and feelings that build up inside. I have been struggling with so many things lately that seem so big and important. Never-ending. I am so focused on them that it seems that is all I see. Drowning...burdened...in silence...alone.


I want to know for sure that He hears. That He sees. I'm waiting for a booming voice, a shaking, fiery revelation.

And then HE comes.

“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the Lord told him. And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And a voice said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?” 
-1 Kings 19:11-13


What am I doing here? In a cave of whining & complaining, doubt & fear. And then HE comes & I can feel Him. I can see Him. I can hear Him.

HE came in a long awaited email.
HE came in a gentle reprimand from a loved one.
HE came in a conversation with a friend.
HE came in a picture of a little girl's baptism.
HE came just now in a little coffee shop on a island in the Pacific where I sit with my computer & my eyes full of tears. 
HE came in a gentle whisper.
HE came. HE comes. HE's coming.


I just had to shut my whiny mouth & listen. 
"I'm here, my beloved child. Come, sit at my feet. Rest in my embrace. You are mine. I care. I hear. I see. I come."

The Lord always puts a song on my heart, no matter what I am walking through, and hears the latest one- I Can Feel You- Bethel Tides

So, be encouraged. The radio silence will end. He always comes!


Thank you to all of you who pray for & encourage me!!!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Radio Silent



You know on the superhero-spy movies, when someone goes "radio silent?" Radios are regular part of my life & so I feel kind of connected to them. They speak my language. Radio silent- off the grid- going dark. That's how I would describe my life lately. Radio silent. I've gone dark. I've retreated into my "safe house." 

Many of you have probably noticed less Facebook posts, short-replies to texts, unreturned emails. To be perfectly honest, I'm having trouble dealing with life which equals social radio silence. A big reason is sometimes it seems like God has "gone dark."

It feels like I'm screaming into the wind & He doesn't hear. I read His Word and it doesn't jump off the page like I long for it to. I desire more than anything else to glorify God with my life & earnestly seek Him with all that I am. To revel in His love. But it's hard when you just don't feel it...the world can be so overwhelming at times. And sometimes the places I am so sure that He is, He isn't. Where is He?

Seeing others pain- a friend whose baby met Jesus before he met his mommy. Struggling family members looking for a fresh start. Pain of my own- people not treating my husband with the respect I feel he deserves, disobedient kids, unanswered questions, unknown questions & the biggest one for me- not feeling needed. It seems like the people who should be "for me," aren't. And comparison. Such a joy-stealer. Ugh.


People ask how I am. "Fine!" I'm all for being honest, but how do you be honest when you can't even put into words what's going on in your heart? So I stick with the safe answer.

The past few months have been a hard time of doubt. Doubt is pretty fast runner & seems like no matter how hard I try, I can't manage to stay ahead. "Who am I, really?" "What has God called me to?" "I don't even know what my gifts are."  "Are we really where we're supposed to be?" Funny how the last question usually comes when things aren't going the way we hoped. And doubt quickly transforms to lies. "I am a nobody. I don't have a calling. No one cares. I can't do anything for God." Nasty lies, so destructive. And the battle goes on and on in my heart & mind.

It is during these times that I have to hold on for all I am worth to the truth. The glorious truth that isn't based on what I feel or on what is going on.

A Steven Curtis Chapman song has kept coming in my mind that expresses it perfectly-
Sometimes He Comes in the Clouds.



HE IS MY HOPE. HE IS MY CALLING. HE IS FOR ME. HE IS MINE & I AM HIS. HE CARES. HE KNOWS. HE SEES. HE IS WRITING HIS STORY.

So hold onto hope, friends.  HE IS IN THE DARK. HE IS IN THE SILENCE.