In The Beginning…

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you…”
~Ezekiel 36:26

In Genesis, we read that in the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. In John, we read that in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. All things were made by Him. So we can interpret Genesis as: “In the beginning was Jesus, and He created the Heavens and the Earth. He created you, too. You’re His child.

Then so many years after creation, the Word of God was made flesh and came and lived among us and taught us that there is one commandment that supersedes all others. We are to love God and love one another. And He showed us how with by His life of service and sacrifice, arms stretched wide for us. 

If you are struggling to love—yourself, others, or God, I hope that you’ll get down on bended knee and pray for God to help you and to heal you. Then rise, give thanks, and enjoy your bright, new, shiny heart—a heart that beats with Jesus’ love.

 

 

 

 

 

Letting Go Of The Past

“Let not your heart be troubled.
~John 14

I sat under the oak tree and listened to the wind move through the branches—the soft sound soothing to my weary soul. A memory of a difficult time in my life had taken over me and I needed some time and space to myself.

“You don’t live there anymore,” God said as He sat down next to me. “Remember, you gave that trauma to me a long time ago.”

“I know I did. But it’s back. I can’t seem to shake the feelings around it,” I answered.

“I made your heart whole. You’ve been healed from the past.”

“Why am I feeling this way, then?” I asked.

“Align yourself with Me,” God whispered, “and the past will stay in the past.”

“How do I do that?”

“Find me in everything around you.”

I looked out over the meadow and saw the wind moving through the tall grass. A flock of birds, high above, were making their way to the horizon. The sun’s warm fingers rested on my arms. Off in the distance, a deer and her fawn moved silently through the trees.

“I’m here with you,” God said. I nodded as tears found their way down my face. God gently picked me up and carried me back to the cottage. “Let your heart be full of Me—my love and my grace.”

I wiped my eyes and walked into the kitchen, into the present moment, the past now comfortably behind me.

 

 

 

Loving Friends

A sweet friendship refreshes the soul.
~Proverbs 27:9

“She’s fine the way she is,” God said to me as I sipped my morning coffee. “You don’t need to give her any advice.”

God had caught me thinking of my friend’s quirks that get on my nerves—quirks that I think she’d be better off without. “But she’s so fearful,” I argued. “She’s always trying to control everything.”

“It’s her life. Let her lead it,” God said gently. “She doesn’t need your advice. She’s happy in her own way. One of the most loving things you can do as a friend is to listen to her and accept her just as she is. That’s the mark of true friendship—listening to and loving people for who they are. Just as I listen to you and accept you for who you are.

“But can’t I try to influence her for the better?” I asked.

“If you want to inspire people to grow and improve, do so my being a good example. That will be more powerful than any words you say,” God answered. “Unasked for advice puts people on the defensive. It doesn’t help them.”

“I’ll do my best to listen to others and to accept them where they are on their journey. I’ll try to keep my thoughts of how they should think, feel, or act, to myself.”

“Love them as I love you,” God said gently.

I swallowed the last of my coffee and let His words fill my heart so that I could be a better friend. Listen. Love. Rinse. Repeat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swimming The Yuba

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you…”
~Isaiah 43:2

To escape the heat, I drove to the Yuba River to swim. It was a bit of a hike over dry grass and weeds, uphill and down, but finally, I made my way to the swimming hole. People of all ages were in the deep, clear water of the Sierra snowmelt. I waded in, the cold of the water taking my breath away. Slowly, I adjusted to the temperature and began swimming with the others. A large rock in the middle of the river served as a diving board; young boys cannonballed off if it, laughing and shouting to one another. I thought of the Maidu Indians who used to live here along the Yuba’s banks—living in a time more attuned to God’s rhythms.

As I swam to the deeper reaches of the river, I prayed silently to God: “Dear Father, thank you for this natural beauty you’ve created for us.” A lone hawk circled overhead, its dark wings in stark contrast to the brilliant blue sky. I tread water for a while, looking at the majestic surroundings. “This is true medicine, God,” I said. “Whatever ailed me today is gone. I am at peace.”

“I’m glad, Sparrow,” God whispered through the trees, the sound so sweet and gentle that tears came to my eyes.

I swam back to where I could stand up in the water. I stood for a long time, soaking in the tranquility of the afternoon until the sun began her march towards the other side of the world. As I hiked my way back to my car, in the shadows of sunset, I reached out and took God’s hand.

“I’m with you,” God said.

I nodded. “I know,” I answered. We walked the rest of the way in silence, my heart full.

Whose In Charge Of The Colony?

Whose In Charge Of The Colony?

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
~Psalm 139:14

“You’re in charge,” God whispered as I opened the refrigerator door to look for something to satisfy my hunger.

“In charge of what?” I asked as I opened the crisper and reached for a shiny red apple.

“You’re in charge of the colony.”

“Colony of what? I’m not a Pilgrim,” I playfully pointed out. I took a bite out of the apple, its crisp flesh giving way as I sunk my teeth into it. I wiped the drops of juice from my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You’re in charge of your body,” God explained. “It’s a colony. You must lead it carefully so that it serves you well. Eat well. Rest. Don’t stress. And don’t let it boss you around.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Don’t let it convince you to be a couch potato, or to feed it junk food, or to ignore good hygiene. It can try to convince you to do things that aren’t in its best interest.”

I held up what was left of the apple. “I’m doing my best to make good choices,” I said. “See?”

“Yes. I see. Now, go for a walk and get some fresh air and some exercise,” God said.

“But I have a lot of work to do on the computer,” I answered.

“You’re in charge,” God whispered.

I pondered His words. Every day I make choices that are either for my body or against it. I really am in charge of the colony and I need to do a better job as a leader. So I tugged on my tennis shoes, tied the laces, and pushed open the front door and went for a long walk. My work could wait. My body is more important.

 

 

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