Thoughts

A few thoughts…


Just gazing at the fresh blanket of snow on the ground. Everything covered in whiteness.

The snow is like the blood of Christ; it covers up sins and mistakes, and makes everything new and clean.
The snow is like a fresh sheet of canvas on a painter’s easel. It is a clean start, a new beginning. Untapped potential for greatness and beauty.



I do not know where my life is going right now. Nothing for me has turned out like I thought, like I expected, like I hoped. So why do I still sense a little cluster of faith within myself?


Why do people lash out at others when they are angry, scared, or hurt? Why do people push away those that care about them, when they most need them? Why can’t people be quick to forgive, and why can’t people forgive themselves?


Why does everything that is worth something, have to be so damned hard to accomplish?


How much pain and disappointment can a person take, and still stay on their feet?


Why is God silent, when we most need to hear from Him? Or, why can we not hear from Him, when we most want to; what stops us from hearing His voice?


When does faith cross the line, and become false hope? And what is the difference between the two?


Why are women so hard to understand? And why do so many of them treat the men in their lives so badly?


No sooner do I finish writing this all down, I check my email and find this Daily Devotional in it…

God Is for You

He will rejoice over you. You will rest in his love; He will sing and be joyful about you.
Zephaniah 3:17 (NCV)

God is for you. Turn to the sidelines; that's God cheering your run. Look past the finish line; that's God applauding your steps. Listen for Him in the bleachers, shouting your name. Too tired to continue? He'll carry you. Too discouraged to fight? He's picking you up. God is for you.


God is for you. Had He a calendar, your birthday would be circled. If He drove a car, your name would be on his bumper. If there's a tree in heaven, He's carved your name in the bark....


"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?" God asks in Isaiah 49:15 (NIV). What a bizarre question. Can you mothers imagine feeding your infant and then later asking, "What was that baby's name?" No. I've seen you care for your young. You stroke the hair, you touch the face, you sing the name over and over. Can a mother forget? No way. But "even if she could forget,... I will not forget you," God pledges (Isa. 49:15).



Does God still cheer your run from the bleachers, when you are bloody and bruised, laying in the mud on the field with two broken legs and no way to get up, let alone advance the ball?
Is God still applauding my steps, when I have knocked over every hurdle on the track?
Does God still call my name from the bleachers, even when I have become a laughing-stock? Even when I have become an embarrassment? Even when everything I have tried to do for Him, has been an abysmal failure? When I have let everyone down? When my believing in Him, has seen everything in my life turn to ruin and destruction?
I guess that is what I need to find out. And soon…